Belated birthday gift for one of our most talented artists, hihiyas, who wanted something funny and fluffy with the OTP being unofficially a couple and driving the Amis bonkers until Cosette hacks their social media accounts and changes their statuses into “in a relationship.” Also for dobbyhaskneesocks, iameponine, and the four anons who requested the high school textbook AU from this post (I completely understand why this prompt was so popular, haha). MAY OR MAY NOT BE A SLIGHTLY ANNA & THE FRENCH KISS AU.
the secret’s in the telling (you will be mine this year)
Jehan was doing that thing where he fiddled with the loom bands on his wrist like the biggest dork to ever dork as he cast a shadow over the table, all five feet and four inches of him looking mildly terrified to be on the receiving end of Éponine’s level stare. The rest of his friends made encouraging motions from across the cafeteria, leaving no doubt in her mind as to what he was going to ask.
Enjolras was sitting to Éponine’s right on the bench, his torso dipped close enough to hers for their shoulders to brush, one hand braced on the spot beside her left thigh as her back nestled comfortably against the lean stretch of his arm. He hadn’t noticed Jehan’s presence yet, too engrossed in scowling at whatever news article was pulled up on his phone.
“What do you want, Prouvaire?” Éponine drawled. At the sound of her voice, Enjolras raised his head and fixed Jehan with a politely inquisitive gaze.
“Um.” Jehan’s fingers were running circles around the loom bands now. “You guys aren’t together, are you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Enjolras. “Of course we are.”
Jehan’s eyes lit up with the euro signs of what had to be a substantial betting pool, given the way he was grinning like that. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Enjolras confirmed. “We’re together right now. At this table.”
A long time ago, kitseybarbours prompted me with, "My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral. To keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice." So, here, have a modern Hades and Persephone AU.
Our Lady of the Upside Down
Sometimes she forgot that her mother, despite the flower crowns and the one-with-the-universe vibe, was first and foremost an earth goddess. You could have wilted forests with the look in the older woman’s eyes.
“Let me get this straight. You were picking wildflowers in Nysa when you just happened to fall into a bottomless chasm that was actually a gateway to the underworld.”
“It wasn’t bottomless,” Éponine pointed out. “The underworld was at the bottom.”
Her mother ignored the sensible correction. “And you sprained your ankle and the Lord of the Dead just happened to be passing by.”
“Yup.” Éponine popped the p with relish. “Sounds about right. He waltzed me off to his palace and took care of me.”
“For a year?” her mother spat out, apoplectic.
Éponine shrugged. “It was a very bad sprain.”
I just attended the best passion of the Christ play. As they were “nailing” Jesus to the cross the entire thing broke. No one knew what to do and it got quiet. Finally one of the guards on stage said “You get out of it this time Jesus”