A/N: If any of you were wondering where I had gotten my Enjolras shirt from, I got it at redbubble. That website has literally every fandom shirt ever and I love it! There is a Pirates of the Caribbean reference, see if you can spot it!
Enjolras eyed the man skeptically. Should he trust this 'volunteer?' The man, after all, was wearing the navy uniform that the enemies' sported. Yet, he looked sincere and too old to be much danger.
"The last volunteer, Javert, was only a trader and tried to deceive us. If we had listened to him, trouble would only befall," Enjolras said at last. The man's curiosity was piqued when Enjolras said 'Javert.'
"Javert is here?" he asked worriedly.
"Was here. He's back with the traitors now, he may even be dead," Eponine shrugged.
"Do you trust him, Enjolras?" Grantaire asked doubtfully. Enjolras pursed his lips and quickly shook his head.
"Tie the man up," Enjolras commanded and Grantaire shoved him along.
"Wait! I know this man, do not hurt him!" Marius' voice rang out. "He is Cosette's father, I have met him on several occasions. Do not injure and tie up my beloved's father! 'Tis a sin! His name is Jean Valjean!" Grantaire's eyes widened and he released the man so quickly causing it to look like the man had been on fire.
"My apologies, Monsieur," Grantaire rushed, but the older gentleman just raised his hand to pass of the incident.
"I do not need your apologies… Get down!" Jean Valjean shouted suddenly as he fired his gun at the rooftop. An enemy soldier had been perched there setting up an attack, but he was struck down with the bullet. "Over there!" All the men aimed their weapons at the rooftops to search for anymore oncoming attacks.
"Thank you, Monsieur!" Enjolras exclaimed. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be with Cosette?"
"I made a promise to my daughter that I would come and watch over Marius. She is safe at home," Jean Valjean said. "And I shall stay here and help fight."
"Thank you for your effort, citizen," Enjolras nodded in appreciation and Jean Valjean returned the gesture. His cold eyes were unblinking and they looked heavy with the weight of a miserable lifetime. The looked into the world and always looked suspicious as though this man had grown accustomed to not trusting anything.
"Come, Eponine, it's getting late. The sun is ready to rest and so am I, what say you?" Enjolras asked Eponine gently. He chuckled when she let out a loud yawn; she was obviously exhausted after a long day of working. "Courfeyrac, you take the watch!" The two silently curled up in a little niche in the barricade and fell into a restless sleep.
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"Enjolras, wake up! They are approaching!" Courfeyrac shouted, jolting Enjolras out of his sleep and out of Eponine's arms. They managed to rouse everyone out of their sleep, it was near impossible to sleep through all the shouting. They stood in a line and readied their weapons to await the approaching army.
"Will we be ready on time?" Enjolras stressed.
"Don't worry, Colin made sure everyone readied their guns before they slept. Later today it looks like rain though, so that my lead to wet ammunition and that could be a problem," Combeferre stressed.
"We shall place our weapons in the café to shelter them at night," Enjolras said distractedly as he trained his ears for the marching army. The moment when the first line of navy uniformed soldiers appeared, Enjolras' adrenaline kicked in. There seemed to be more men this time, but Enjolras still had them outnumbered. He heard commands being shouted from the other but it didn't register for he was too busy giving his own commands.
"Ready, aim, fire!" he shouted, and everyone rained fire. "Light the cannon!" One of the rich men had purchased a cannon and it had been placed next to the barricade, aimed directly at the heart of the line. Everyone on the barricade plugged their ears as the cannon launched itself onto the enemies, knocking out everyone in its path. Thousands of bullets rained onto the other side.
"They're going down!" Enjolras cheered, and everyone let out a loud whoop. Eponine nearly cried in relief when she saw how little soldiers were still standing.
"We're going to win!" she laughed as she aimed her gun at a soldier and he went down. Just then, a bullet sailed past her head and hit someone behind her. A man whom Eponine did not recognize went down, but it was sad all the same. "That was so close."
"Come, Eponine! You will live to see the wedding!" Enjolras said slightly hysterical. Eponine rolled her eyes at him.
"I will get married before I die," she said determinedly. Enjolras suddenly had an idea.
"Why don't we get married now then? We could get Jean Valjean to do it for us, I'm sure he's qualified," Enjolras shouted.
"Are you serious? Right now?" Eponine screamed, but Enjolras nodded seriously. Eponine's eyes suddenly alit with passion and giddiness.
"Let's get married then. Monsieur Valjean!" Eponine called causing the old man to hurry over, dodging bullets on the way.
"Oui?" he asked with curiosity unsure of what Eponine wanted.
"Will you marry Enjolras and I right here and now?" Eponine pleaded. Valjean seemed taken aback as he surveyed the two hopeful youths before him, theirs eyes gleaming with hope.
"I'm a little busy at the moment!" he shouted before ducking out of the path of a bullet and promptly shooting the man who had fired it. "Also, don't you want to wait?" he asked impatiently.
"There might not be a later time. Things are looking good right now, but everything can change in one single second," Eponine said urgently. "Hurry, monsieur, we don't have much time." Valjean looked between the two hesitantly, but gave his consent.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today!" he began somewhat sarcastically. "I don't really know what else is said at weddings."
"Just ask us if we shall take each other as husband and wife!" Enjolras said briefly. Jean Valjean wracked his brains to think of the appropriate question to ask.
"Do you, Enjolras, take Eponine to be your lawfully wedded wife?" he asked Enjolras. Valjean figured he was supposed to say more words, but it felt meaningless to him. Enjolras and Eponine were clearly in love and they would automatically care for each other.
"I do," Enjolras said lovingly, not caring that he wasn't wearing a nice suit and Eponine wasn't wearing a dress or that there were guns and shouting in the background. All he cared about was that his Eponine was before him and she would finally be his wife.
"Do you, Eponine, take Enjolras to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Valjean asked hurriedly. Eponine looked in awe at her future husband. It seemed like just yesterday she had been showing him around on the streets; they had come so far since then. Enjolras looked back at her with such love that it brought tears to Eponine's eyes. She couldn't believe that this man was all hers.
"I do," she cried happily.
"You may ki-" Jean Valjean was cut off by another bullet whizzing just above their heads. He looked startled, but shook it off.
"You may now kiss-" he began but was stopped by an enemy soldier leaping over the barricade and trying to attack Eponine. He managed to slice her arm with his knife, but Enjolras went into his overprotective mode and ruthlessly shot the soldier in the heart.
"You may-" Valjean was interrupted again when Grantaire approached them to ask if he should load the cannon again.
"In a minute," Enjolras replied distractedly.
"JUST KISS!" Valjean declared with no interruptions this time. Enjolras and Eponine immediately latched onto each other and kissed for the first time as a married couple. However, the kiss didn't last very long; they were at war, after all.
"Ready the cannon again!" Enjolras ordered, and Grantaire and Bahorel picked up the heavy cannon ball. The impromptu wedding ending as soon as it started, but Eponine and Enjolras mentally returned to the battlefield with more vigor than before.
"Wait!" a National Guardsman shouted halting the fire for a moment. Enjolras rolled his eyes impatiently.
"What are they doing?" he whispered to Eponine, but she didn't respond. Her eyes had widened into the size of a fist and her mouth broke out into a radiant smile. It was one of the most free and beautiful smile that Enjolras had ever seen in his entire life. "What is it?" Eponine said not a word, but pointed a shaky finger at the other side of the barricade. Enjolras' eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what she was pointing at.
The National guard loathingly held a large white flag in his trembling hands.
"You at the barricades listen to this! We surrender!" he capitulated. The soldiers retreated and the dead laid inert on the ground. Celebration was the only noise to be heard on the barricades. Enjolras looked around to count the number of dead, but he didn't see anyone he recognized. As painful as it was to see people lying around dead, he was relieved that his brothers and Eponine had all survived.
"I would say that was a highly successful revolution," Eponine smirked as Les Amis crowded around them in contentment.
"I would agree with you. It was a funeral and a wedding," Enjolras said with joy. It finally sunk in that he was a married man now, and the realization filled his body with bliss. He grabbed Eponine and kissed her tenderly on the mouth; their second kiss as a married couple.
"Whoa, wait a minute my friend. Wedding?" Grantaire asked somewhat soberly. Enjolras groaned in frustration and pulled away from his wife.
"It seems we our kisses are always intruded on," he fumed. "Yes, there was a wedding; mine. Eponine and I were married only moment ago, right before I gave the order to stock the cannon."
"Wh-what? When? H-how?" Bahorel spluttered.
"If we died an never were wed, my life would be incomplete. I wanted to have our marriage in case death were to visit us," Eponine explained leaning into Enjolras' side.
"It wasn't the world's fanciest wedding, but it was the best one by far," Enjolras added. "Eponine, I promise that later we will have a proper wedding with a wedding dress, cake, and rings. Also, I'm not exactly sure if our recent wedding made us legally married…"
"We could have a double wedding!" Grantaire suggested, but was shot down immediately by Enjolras, Eponine, and surprisingly Prouvaire. Everyone gave him a strange look.
"What? It's Eponine and Enjolras' special day, the focus should be on them," he muttered causing everyone to laugh.
"Forgetting about weddings for a moment, WE JUST WON THE BATTLE!" Combeferre shouted wildly reminding everyone of their victory.
"The new world is coming!" Enjolras agreed.
"A whole new world, just for you and me," Eponine sighed blithely.
Indeed, the new world had just been won. Enjolras would never have been able to do it without Eponine; their meeting had mustered thousands of more supporters, weapons, and training for the barricade boys and girls. Enjolras had fought with a power that he hadn't possessed before; the power of love. And that alone made a world of difference.
A/N: Ahhh there is only the epilogue left! I can't believe this story is ending! The epilogue might not be up for a while because of exams… Yay for the happy ending! This time everybody lives!