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Enjonine photographer and model au
AN: I am a photography rube. The extent of my skills reaches as far as Instagram, smartphone cameras and the automatic setting on my cousin’s DSLR, so hopefully I got this right. Also, I apologize Anon for taking so long on this. I apologize a second time for twisting your prompt to suit the plot bunnies in my head.
Enjolras tapped his pen against his notebook, staring hard at the word ‘INEQUALITY’ written in red ink and underlined no less than six times. He had been thrilled when Combeferre had called him up out of the blue, asking if he wanted to take a break from shooting weddings and head shots for stuck-up wannabe actors and do some real photojournalism.
He couldn’t say ‘yes’ fast enough.
It had surprised everyone when he had decided to switch majors from law to journalism in college. But once the announcement had sunk in, most people had agreed the switch suited him. He’d even enjoyed it for a while. But then Jehan had invited him to a Robert Capa exhibit and it was there Enjolras realized that nothing he could write would ever tell a story quite as well as a picture.
“What’s your angle on the story?”
Combeferre sighed as he took off his glasses, rubbing the fatigue from his eyes. “That’s the problem. It’s all been done before.”
it seems only yesterday i used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light
we're casualties of war
I meant eponine and cosette. I was just wondering because I was going through the tag and was a wee but confused. Thanks again, have a nice night
i feel like you guys are probably growing bored with this but here’s good news - i know where this is headed and next chapter IS GONNA GET GOOD! there’s gonna be definite drama, scout’s honor. warning for mild smut towards the end of this chapter just a heads up. i wonder if any of you can guess what’s doing to happen :)
The kiss lingers on Eponine’s lips for much of the night, even after she scrubs her lips of any trace of Enjolras. It’s not that she isn’t attracted to him - no she had felt that from the moment he’d joined the circus, but the fear in her belly had bubbled over and nearly paralyzed her. Not to mention the way that her powers had surged.
get to know me meme: [4/9] pairings ⇒ Éponine Thénardier and Enjolras
You just found me in the wrong universe. (x)
word count: 851
summary: "she really, really, really can’t stand him, with his hair that he never bothers to really brush and his seemingly deep as mariana’s trench closet, filled only with red clothing of all different shades. she hates how he looks good in them, too.”
author’s note: this is my (late) submission for st. enjonine’s day! this was for a prompt by hannah (lesbianmisunderstood). i severely apologize this is so late; i’ve had tons of internet problems lately and could only post this today! i poked a bit of fun at myself in this, at least i like to think so. i haven’t written anything for e/e in ages — not since last june. i had fun writing this so enjoy and have a happy (belated) valentine’s day! i hope you all get every box of now on-sale chocolate you can get your hands on.
warning(s): mentions of sex and a brief mention of smoking
He took a small bite of his tartelette and chewed carefully, watching the busy dealings of the square. She knew what the steely blue eyes were looking for.
He was not stupid. But he was, as Éponine realized with some measure of astonishment, fully unafraid. His wandering gaze was more of a challenge than anything else.
Éponine, who was currently not in a hurry, left him to his musings and focused on breakfast.
“What do you see?” Enjolras asked suddenly after a moment of silence, his eyes still scanning the crowd. He made no inclination that he was even aware of her presence, his gaze fixed on the scenery before him with alarming intensity, as this seemed to be his way.
There was something magnetic in his stillness. He was a boy, with summer in his hair, and Éponine was not sure at all what he had been aiming at.
Nevertheless, he had bought her food. She could indulge him a little.
For a moment, they watched the people pass. It was a peculiar crowd that had assembled there between Saint Germain and Saint Michel. The poor mixed with the bourgeois and the young, hopeful folk that were the students of La Sorbonne passed next to one another, swirled in patterns and shapes.
And never mingled. (x)
Can I ask, why is it wrong to ship e/é because of queer erasure or something, but it's okay to ship e/c were they make two straight characters and pair them. Sorry if doesn't make sense my English isn't good. Sorry to disturb and thanks for reading this.
e/c you mean enjolras/combeferre? because i don’t see enjolras as straight, but as asexual… and anyway, isn’t wrong to pair two characters of the same gender that are canonically straight. you’re not disturbing! :)