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  1. Public Bookmark 12

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    Grantaire turned his attention back to the gamine and the recently stamped out fray. Combeferre had released her, and she stood there with glowering eyes and slumped shoulders, dripping wet not only with the rain but with the contents of Bahorel’s beer glass. Les Amis had regrouped by the fire, and she stood outside of the circle, clearly unwelcome.

    Grantaire called out to her. “Mam’zelle.”

    Her gaze snapped over to him.

    He grinned at her in his usual ambiguous way (was it a friendly, mocking, or simply drunken grin?) and nodded sideways towards the chair next to him. “You may sit here, if you like.”

    The girl eyed him suspiciously for several seconds, but finally shrugged. Walking over, she settled into the indicated chair.

    “I’m Grantaire,” he said, extending a hand with that same ambiguous grin.

    She cocked an eyebrow at the proffered hand, but took it. “Éponine.”

     

    ... So begins the hc friendship that has dominated my heart for 10+ years. <3 If you read any of my Éponine & Grantaire fics, let it be this one.

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    01 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 12

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    "If I don't have Thanksgiving with my brothers I will be permanently scarred. I already have trauma. My therapist says I for sure have PTSD, but it might be C-PTSD, which is like super PTSD, because my life has been so terrible. This could be what caused my C-PTSD. Do you want to give me C-PTSD, R? That's not being a very good caregiver. My emotional needs aren't being met. You're supposed to meet my emotional needs. Enjolras would never give Mateo and Lucas C-PTSD." 

     

    Gavroche was an absolute piece of shit.

     

    "This is not trauma informed care!"

     

     

    Gavroche invites himself (and Grantaire) to Enjolras' Thanksgiving.

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    16 Jan 2026

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    "What if there was?" Combeferre asks abruptly, when she's halfway to her feet.

    She stops and blinks at him. "Was what?"

    "Someone willing to marry you." There's a flush of pink on his cheeks that's enthralling, but his gaze doesn't waver.

    "Then I'd tell them no." Éponine snorts. "Anyone who wants to marry a strange woman sight-unseen is after something, and I've had my fill of being used."

    "Someone who's not a complete stranger, then. Someone you've shared a conversation with." He glances around them at the cafe, at the table between them, and clears his throat. "Shared a meal with. What would you say then?"

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    He has sworn never to go back to the ballet world. He has no intention of dancing again. But somewhere the Fates are having a real party laughing down at him, because one minute Grantaire's living his life in peace and the next he's - choreographing a new ballet of the Iliad?

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    22 Nov 2025