combeferre

Enjolras does not have time to deal with a new barista this morning.

You think you know someone, and then you discover what they have hidden in their bedrooms.

The problem is, Enjolras had promised Combeferre two months ago that he would deal with the curtains.

Grantaire is barely living. What should it matter if he dies? My Fearless Leader looks ready to cut me another one, when my heart starts palpitating wildly. It's been doing this a lot for the past three months, and now it's reminded me of my appointment at four this afternoon, and I would be nervous, but my chest hurts to much right now.

You shouldn't have to strive to be alive. That's what Grantaire tells himself.

A collection of whatever Les Mis drabbles, fragments, and shortfic I haven't already posted individually, some of a crossover-y nature.