and shadows still remain

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the strength of others | ii


If you haven’t read part one, do so now. This is my way way way overdue installation of this collab with the lovely Rachel! I don’t think I can match up to her skill, like ever, so go and read everything she’s ever written. Now.

Enjoy part two of our Divergent AU :)

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the day before

Silence hangs over them like a blanket. As it always does.

The Abnegation kids never talk amongst themselves like the other factions do. Even if words burn their lungs and they struggle to breathe through their suffocating thoughts, they keep quiet, because talking about themselves and even about their families is considered selfish. An indulgence. 

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Bring Out Your Dead (Enjolras/Éponine one-shot)


Hi Thea! :) I’m not sure if you’re still taking prompts, but if you have the time, can you please write a “getting into a cab and discovering someone else is already there” AU? If not, I understand. Your writing is so beautiful. Thanks!
Enjonine, getting into a cab only to find someone’s already there
send me a prompt from this list and i will write you a fic: the alternate universes edition
I apologize for turning this cute, innocent prompt into a semi-satirical zombie apocalypse AU.

Bring Out Your Dead

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune but limited weaponry would— upon disembarking from his cab only to find that the lower end of Winsome Street was being overrun by a horde of zombies— naturally high-tail it back to the aforementioned mode of public transportation. It was entirely possible that Alexandre Enjolras might have been braver had he been in the company of some friends, but, as it has been said, he was a single man. In any case, even the bravest of single men would have been hard-pressed not to soil themselves at the sight of a veritable ocean of grasping hands and blood-stained teeth.

At least they weren’t fast zombies. You hardly got those at this time of year, because decaying meat did not keep well in hot temperatures.In fact, overrun was an inaccurate description for the movement of the horde. Overshuffled was more like it. Or overoozed.

A less universally acknowledged truth is that, when push comes to shove, people get desperate— especially the kind of people to whom desperation was not so much a feeling but a perpetual state of existence. They didn’t have to weigh the pros and cons of committing a crime because crime was all they knew, the one thing they were good at, the default action to which they reverted even when push had not yet RSVP’ed to shove. This was why Éponine Thénardier, seasoned petty thief and lone survivor of the Winsome Street attack, thought nothing of pulling out her switchblade, climbing into the backseat, and attempting to divest the pale blond gentleman of his cab.

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all those backyards and balconies (e/é oneshot)


Anonyme vous a demandé : e/e lab partners au (I adore all of your high school aus)

Anonyme vous a demandé : Enjonine bffs when they were little au

send me a prompt from this list and i will write you a fic: the alternate universes edition

Notes: I fucked up, the complete prompt was “bffs when they were little but one moved away and they run into each other again.” I thought it was something like “but they drifted apart.” Hope you still like this, anyway! Title and chapter breaks are from Lydia’s Devil album, which I highly recommend listening to while reading. And thank you, anon, I love writing high school AUs, too :)

all those backyards and balconies

“i say we go stumble through the city,

i could make you mine, i could make it.

now i’m never sure if i’m coming or going.

i don’t look for her, i can’t look for her,

i guess i love not knowing.”


“You’re the Diet Coke to my Mentos,” she told him, all mischievous dimples and sparkly pink-elastic braces.

He raised an eyebrow at her, ten years old and too serious. “What does that even mean?”

She showed him, later, dropping a Mentos into a bottle of Diet Coke and then running like hell while soda erupted all over the sidewalk, spraying unwary pedestrians who yelled and glared as they were covered in the sticky, foaming liquid.

“Come on,” she said, through breathless and mean-spirited giggles, dragging him away from the scene of the crime. “They won’t take us alive.”

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