lathori asked: ExR for the ship And the AU is from a post you previously reblogged: "Everybody in the world has a superpower that compliments their soulmates superpower. When together, both their powers increase in strength exponentially. You have the most useless power ever, when one day……" Go forth and write me more ExR

Everyone look at how awesome my platonic soul mate is, she sends me fun prompts when I’m bored.  My concept of ‘complementary’ powers might be a little weird but whatever!  We’re going with it.  To the shock of no one, this got out of hand.

  • Grantaire has the most useless power ever.  Ever. He’s confirmed this with everyone he knows.  
  • It’s not nifty as hell, like Eponine’s talent for making tiny storms between her palms—if she ever meets her soulmate, that’s going to be awesome.  It’s not even one of those powers that seems useless or trivial in the moment but will obviously turn into something amazing when the person meets their soulmate. Like Joly, for example.  The ability to cure headaches and hangovers? Not very impressive, although eminently useful.  Flash forward, enter Bousset and Musichetta and one skin-to-skin touch, and boom, one fully-fledged healer, on a silver platter.  
  • And then there’s Grantaire.  Who can make pictures move.  As long as he’s the one holding the pen.  What the hell is that?

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I’m having a contest with myself about which fic will make someone cry first.

words-writ-in-starlight:

Part the second, in which Eponine never learned to take no for an answer, and Grantaire is very put-upon.

Obligatory day two reblog.

Part the second, in which Eponine never learned to take no for an answer, and Grantaire is very put-upon.

lathori asked: ExR. Labyrinth AU. Go. (You know you want to)

Babe, you GET me.  I assume you mean “that time where modern AU Enjolras made the most ridiculous wish ever and subsequently made Grantaire’s life miserable,” of course.

  • Here’s the thing.  Enjolras doesn’t believe in what he can’t see and touch and handle with his own two hands.  The ideal of freedom is only something he believes in because he can see it on the smaller scale, but he’s not religious or spiritual or what have you because it just doesn’t even occur to him.
  • So when Marius tells him to be careful what he wishes for, all wide eyes and earnest voice, because Marius’ mother used to tell him warning stories about the Goblin King, Enjolras laughs at him.  He’s particularly unkind about it because Marius interrupted a meeting where they were actually getting things done for once with this nonsense, and because it’s the twenty-first century and they’re past fairy stories.  Marius is offended, and insists that he knows those stories are true.

    • “Is that so,” Enjolras says flatly, and Marius nods emphatically.  “Fine, we can test that.  I wish–”
    • “Enjolras, don’t,” Marius yelps.
    • “—that the Goblin King would come and take all of France away, right now.”

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I should have done work today.

Instead I wrote about the Angry Wild Street Wife.

words-writ-in-starlight:

Ah, yes, there is more.  Filler chapter is filler.  Next chapter will have the Angry Street Wife.  And an option on Avatar State shenanigans.

Reblog even though it’s now, like, very much nighttime again.  WHATEVER.  

Ah, yes, there is more.  Filler chapter is filler.  Next chapter will have the Angry Street Wife.  And an option on Avatar State shenanigans.

words-writ-in-starlight:

I have written TOO MUCH LES MIS in the last week.

Reblog for, I don’t know, time difference and shit.

I have written TOO MUCH LES MIS in the last week.