I DREW FEUILLY! This is as close as I can get to how I think young Feuilly would look.
I was going to draw him smiling but he just wouldn’t do anything but smirk. Typical.
I drew this months ago for a friend but never got around to posting it. (and sorry about not getting around to posting anything in forever)
Apollo in Mourning
The pain of Enjolras’ final moments causes me more feels than I care to admit. And his face is inspired by how I think it would look in this post about the death of Combeferre, which makes me want to cut out my own heart.
"He had one passion only, justice; one though only, to remove all obstacles." (Marius, Book 4, Chapter I)
someone said I should make this a poster you guys can order, and I might. If you want it, let me know!
you can see the full file on flickr here (still watermarked)
Éponine x Combeferre
“So you’re seeing this guy again?” Musichetta was never one for subtlety and the coffee shop was slow enough that they had time to talk. They’d recently hired a new guy, Jehan, who was sweet and wrote poetry on the cups instead of names. It meant they had more time to themselves at times like this when it was slow.
“Yeah.” Ep wasn’t in the mood for gossiping, especially when it had to do with her love life. They’d gossiped about Chetta’s once but that became a lesson on anatomy Éponine didn’t even know she didn’t want.
“Oh come on, you’ve got to give me more than that.”
“Well.” Ép considered for a second, her mind going back to their date the previous night. “We kissed?”
“You did?” Courf’s laughter was loud and grating. Combeferre was trying to study. He shot a look over towards Enjolras who was already looking supremely annoyed with them both.
“Yes. Now, will you let me study? You’ve wasted twenty minutes of my time trying to gossip.”
“Not a chance.” He pulled Grantaire away from his sketchbook (and oh so nonchalantly staring at their fearless leader) and sat him down.
“Courfeyrac, I need to study.” The only response Combeferre got was Courfeyrac shushing him and explaining excitedly to Grantaire.
“He’s kissed a girl.”
“And that apparently means we need to gossip like teenagers.”
Again, Ferre was completely ignored. Grantaire only laughed and closed his sketchbook, a clear sign that he wasn’t going to get out for a while.
“I’ve got hear about this.” Grantaire and Courfeyrac both sat forward. Combeferre sighed and closed his textbook.
“It was sweet.” Éponine explained thoroughly annoyed as she now had Musichetta and Jehan ganging up on her. They’d demanded more information but she was really only giving in because Chetta threatened to divulge information about a certain incident involving a teenage Éponine, a whole of tequila, and several bad decisions.
Jehan seemed unimpressed. “But was it romantic?”
“Was it good?” Musichetta asked, leering to make sure the point got across.
“It was both.”
Musichetta and Jehan shared a meaningful glance before looking back at her as she studiously cleaned the countertops and made sure their customers had what they needed. She met their gaze after a minute and smiled widely.
“Both are excellent.”
Grantaire’s eyebrow quirked up. “Excellent?”
Combeferre was officially blushing and just nodded, rubbing his hands through his hair in mild irritation. Courfeyrac hadn’t stopped giggling in the past ten minutes and even Enjolras a cracked a smile or two in their directions. He was trying to pretend he was intently listening to Feuilly talk but Combeferre could tell Enjolras was secretly listening to everything that they were saying.
Courfeyrac leaned over and refilled Combeferre’s drink, Grantaire’s contribution to the conversation. He took a drink in order to try and distract himself from his own embarrassment. “So when do we get to meet her.”
He nearly spit out his drink. “Not for a long, long time. Especially you, Courfeyrac.”
Courfeyrac looked wounded.
“Me?” Musichetta’s wounded look was a little ruined by the smile on her face. “I’m absolutely lovable.”
“You know way too much.” Éponine said tossing her wet rag at his friend.
Jehan was doodling flowers and poems all over the cup of some lovely brunette who had ordered some complicated drink that had been beyond the tolerance level of Musichetta and Éponine. They were more than happy to let Jehan take care of the annoying customers.
“I think he’s handsome.” Musichetta commented, managing to get the attention of Jehan from the customer.
“I’m sad I didn’t come in sooner. I want to see this excellent kisser of yours too, Éponine.” Jehan whined, handing the drink to the now extremely disappointed customer that was shooting him despondent looks.
“And that is why you will never be meeting him.” She laughed, giving him a huge hug when he pouted at her. She gave a little giggle when she glanced at the clock. “Now you two get to close because I have earned it. You two have been incorrigible all day.”
They both pulled extremely wounded looks and Musichetta even managed an offended gasp. “We’ve been extremely delightful and lovely all day long.”
“I got drilled for hours.” Éponine whined. Combeferre just smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips. They were on his couch curled up with some wine and an old Disney movie that neither of them were really watching.
“So did I.” He admitted. She giggled.
She looked adorable and he couldn’t resist the deep kiss. It was several minutes before he sat back and it was due more to a need to breathe than anything else. Éponine snuggled closer instead of going back to the other side of the couch. “I guess we should’ve seen it coming.”
“I’m surprised it lasted this long. We’ve had a rather calm couple weeks without them bothering us. “
They had a moment of silence before Éponine nodded. “Ok so we introduce our friends.”
Combeferre had to suppress the laugh at how serious she seemed but knew that this was a big step. Introducing her to his friends would be…daunting. To put it lightly. The image of introducing her to Courfeyrac took all urge to laugh away from him. He cleared his throat.
“When you meet Courfeyrac. Ignore everything. It’s all lies.”
Coffee Shop AU
Éponine x Combeferre
Collab with the wonderful mikeleviwaaron
“Are you gonna kiss me or not?”
The words are out of her mouth before she has a chance to think about it. If there were ever a moment that Éponine wanted the earth to swallow her whole it was this one. And he, stupid gorgeous idiot that he was, was just standing there with the stupid gorgeous look on his face and wasn’t answering.
'SAY SOMETHING,' Combeferre was nearly yelling in his head, 'Don't just sit there!'
To say he was floored would be an understatement. The fact that she had come outright and just said that… it was unexpected, to say the least. He wasn’t sure how to respond or what to do, and the usually eloquent man was at a loss for words.
The longer she sat there with him being absolutely silent the more she was convinced, absolutely convinced, that this had been a mistake. I mean, if you go on two dates with a guy and he doesn’t try to do anything more and hold your hand, he’s probably either not interest and just being nice (a la Marius) or he’s gay.
Neither way led to this guy being interested in her at all, which shouldn’t even be a surprise. She felt her fingers go into hair, a nervous habit she’s had since childhood, and blushed.
‘Why did you have to say anything’ she scolded herself ‘Way to mess it up again, Éponine.’
As much as he hated to admit it, Combeferre was intimidated by her. Not in the “She’s scary” way, but in the “Holy shit. She’s incredible. You can’t screw this up.” sort of way.
He wasn’t sure which was worse.
And so they sat there, in silence, Combeferre looking at Éponine worriedly, unsure of what to say. Éponine just looked up at him and could practically hear the cogs turning in his head. She could almost keep herself from hurting by imagining exactly what excuse he could give when he finally spoke.
It was almost amusing that the man who had entertained her for hours with endless opinions was struck so hilariously silent by a single question.
Oh god why wouldn’t he just say something.
Combeferre took a deep breath and leaned forward, nervously. Éponine’s eyes widened as he leaned forward, because holy crap was this actually about to happen?
Combeferre almost withdrew upon seeing the expression on Éponine’s face. Did she not want him to kiss her…? Oh, god, this was so nerve wracking.
Éponine finally just couldn’t wait any longer. She figured that she was already crashing and burning.
“What the hell,” She muttered and leaned forward, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him down to her level.
Combeferre was… surprised by this turn of events. But not displeased, definitely not displeased. He closed his eyes and pulled Éponine in closer to him, one hand on either side of her waist. Éponine was complete surprised when he responded almost instantly. This was definitely NOT crashing and burning. Combeferre closed the space between the two of them, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers, being gentle about it.
She pulled him as close as she could, not being interested in this ‘gentle’ thing. He seemed to take the hint. It was several long minutes before they finally separated and she looked up at him.
"Sorry I took so long," he muttered, pressing his forehead to hers softly.
She smiled and used the proximity to give him another soft kiss “You got there eventually.” He got there, she told herself softly, and he didn’t need to know she had nearly died from panic.
"Yeah," he said with a chuckle, grinning down at her, "Eventually."
COFFEE SHOP AU
Eponine x Combeferre
Part 2 of a series, you can find part one here
Combeferre was certain that this was the perfect date. Because there were animals, and what girl didn’t love them? Courfeyrac assured him that it was a sure thing if he took her to the zoo. And it’s not like there was zero pressure because this was COFFEESHOP GIRL. She was beautiful and funny and just probably miles outside of his league.
‘Eponine’ He reminded himself, blushing as he remembered the last time he saw her and the plan, hatched in a moment of desperation with Jehan and Courf and a reluctant Enjolras.
It started out perfect. She looked beautiful, didn’t seem to think his rambling about animals was too weird, and even laughed when he made a stupid joke. They saw everything they could but Combeferre saved his favorite spot for last. He was certain she would love it.
The Butterfly Pavillion.
Éponine’s reaction really hadn’t been expected. He hadn’t expected her eyes to go wide. When he asked her if she was alright, he hadn’t expected a strangled “Yes” in return. He wasn’t sure what to make of this. It certainly wasn’t a good thing.
As they walked around, her hands were clenched so tightly into fists that her knuckles were turning white- not a good thing. Definitely not a good thing. They walked through the entrance and as the doors closed behind them he could’ve sworn the noise she made was a strangled groan.
“Are you okay?” He asked, nervously. She merely nodded and left an uncomfortable silence he had the sudden urge to fill. “There’s several rooms here, the first is just an exhibit. But the last room is a huge room that they’ve actually filled with Butterflies, Moths, and other insects.”
Her face, if possible, went even paler. “Moths? Other insects?”
He attempted to give her information on the different species that would be in there once they entered but it didn’t seem to help. He wasn’t entirely sure what the issue was but he could tell that this was not something that interested her. Suddenly he was terrified because he was supposed to be impressing her not listing everything he knew about moths. It also occurred to him that he knew a few too many things about moths.
It was all he could do not to start panicking because he could see this was not going over well. He knew he was blushing and he could feel himself starting to stammer a bit.
It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know. She took a few calming breaths as they walked through the exhibit and did her best to pretend that she wasn’t scared. Scared was not attractive.
After all, how was he to know that she was terrified of bugs? It wasn’t exactly common knowledge, as most people expected her to be fine with them, because god damn it, she was tough! She was Éponine, these things didn’t scare her! (Except they did, oh god, they did, she was terrified of them and she didn’t want people to know, but she hated creepy-crawlies, especially the ones that flew) And so she tried to act fine.
And so, as they walked through the exhibit, Combeferre grew more and more nervous sounding, stuttering and blushing, and the colour drained more and more from her face.
Éponine had been so excited for this date. After Combeferre had left the coffee shop that same day, Musichetta had practically tackled her and told her “I’m helping you get ready and you have no say in the matter”. And she was actually kind of nervous when the time came to actually go on said date. But she’d been having a good time for quite a while, and her favorite exhibit had been the big cats.
But now… Insects.
The door to hell was in front of them and there was literally no putting it off any longer. It was time to go in. Combeferre looked down at her, all flustered and blushing. “You ready.”
Not at all. She could live the rest of her life and not be ready. “Um…yeah?”
He gave her a smile that was adorable and for a moment she forgot she was headed to her doom and was ok. This ended about two seconds after they walked into the room because there was something, some abomination with wings and probably several infectious diseases, flying straight for her face.
Since there was nothing else she could do if she wanted to avoid a close encounter with that thing, she jumped to the side and hid behind Combeferre. She might have also screamed a little but she was admitting nothing. It might have been a slight overreaction but she wasn’t about to let some flying monstrosity get her.
Combeferre had frozen for a minute before turning so that she was at least hiding in his chest. “Ar-are you afraid of bugs?”
“Pfft… What? N-no… No, of course I’m not,” she said, biting her lip and knitting her eyebrows together, “…Okay, maybe just a little.”
She figured the whole hiding thing probably gave her away anyway. Combeferre didn’t laugh at her though but was looking down at her very surprised. “It’s just the flying ones.” She explained.
“Like moths?” He asked and she smiled. He obviously loved them. He’d been going on about them before and had been all adorably excited.
“They’re terrifying?” She tried. Something buzzed by her ear and sent her burrowing back into his shoulder. She felt him laugh before she heard it, just a soft chuckle. She was embarrassed but he put an arm around her and started guiding her, making her walk with him. At first she was confused but then they were out of the room and back in the main exhibit.
“You should’ve just said.” He told her as he let her go. She blushed and realized he was doing the same thing. “I just assumed that you thought this was a bad date.”
“Oh, god, no,” she said with a laugh, “This has been amazing! Trust me, this has been one of my better dates, for sure. I’ve been having a great time, don’t worry about it. Except for the flying bugs, this has been just phenomenal.”
She smiled up at him, still blushy and red in the cheeks.
“So does that mean if I ask for a second date, and promise there will be no flying bugs, you’ll say yes?”
Eponine laughed “Definitely.”
(As always written with the awesome mikeleviwaaron)