é𝗉𝗁é𝗆è𝗋𝖾 (adj.) - fleeting, short-lived When Genevieve Dubois arrived in Paris, she came expecting a fresh start, not a revolution. But her expectations are upended when she stumbles into the world of Les Amis de l'ABC, and into the path of Enjolras, a fierce young man wholly consumed by the fight for justice and equality. Drawn in by his fire and haunted by his ideals, Genevieve is whisked into a world of secret meetings and dangerous convictions. But the closer she gets to Enjolras, the harder he seems to reach. Enjolras lives for the future of France, while Genevieve still struggles to navigate the present. To him, love and connection are distractions, a weakness that a revolution has no time for. For her, they're the only things worth fighting for. She doesn't burn with conviction like he does. She only knows that when he looks at her, it's like she might matter. And when the barricades rise, she must decide whether to stand down or stand beside him in a fight bigger than herself. {Enjolras x Original Character}

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐚 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧-𝐍á𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 (𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬) 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐤-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞. 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐬

"𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭; 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮." They were children when they first met-she, the daughter of privilege; he, the boy with revolution in his blood. Years later, they meet again... on opposite sides of a world about to burn. Nineteen year old Adelaide Arnault returns to Paris expecting a life of elegance and order. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Enjolras, the boy she once knew-now a man leading a city toward rebellion. Drawn back into his orbit, Adelaide is swept into a world of defiance, devotion, and buried memories that refuse to fade. As the barricades rise and the past collides with the future, Adelaide must face the truth of who she is-and who she loves. But some stories were never meant to last forever.

You are the sister of Marius Pontmercy. The both of you have always been close, so when he begins to disappear for days at a time, you grow suspicious. Things take a turn for the worse. Once you spot Marius speaking to another man about the revolution, it all begins to add up, and you soon feel attached to the cause- however, your father is far from pleased. You get thrown out of your house, kicked onto the streets, and lose every right to your family name... so thanks to all of that, you decide that it is only right that you prove your worth by fighting in the revolution. It is quick to become far more than you bargained for.

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡." 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. - 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘗𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 Enjolras x OC

━━𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐚𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐞(𝐧.) a song greeting the dawn ⊹.✮₊⋆ ❛ a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world ❜ [𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐎𝐂] (cover designed by me!)

As the daughter of Pierre Moulin, the army general of the national guard, (Y/N) Moulin grew up rather wealthy, never having to worry about where she'll sleep or if she'll eat. Despite this, she did worry. Not for herself, though, but for all those who had nothing; no homes, no food, no jobs, no voice, no rights. It came as no surprise that, at the age of 16, she joined Les Amis De L'ABC. Though, what no one could've guessed (except for those who read the title) is just how much she would come to admire the group's leader Enjolras. And who knows, maybe he reciprocated those affections. A generic, hopefully not too Mary-Sue-Reader fanfiction. Many regrets, much shame, no cares. And no, you don't get to choose your last name.

A story in which Josephine is an aspiring writer, though she is never given a chance to publish her works. She has known Marius and Enjolras for a long time but something feels different with the blonde revolutionary.

Christine, a girl who has been hurt too many times to count, builds a wall around her heart, vowing to never let anyone in again. That is until Enjorlas, a man with a heart of stone, breaks it down and she lets him.