Vincent/Heather for Lioness8 :)
They did a Golden Swan fanfic for me and I did this in return :D Hope you like it :DD
What do you see?
idris elba looks like how good cologne smells
“The scene in which all characters sit in a circle on the floor in the library and tell stories about why they were in detention was not scripted. John Hughes told them all to ad-lib.”
The Breakfast Club (1985)
A/N: MORE FLUFF!
For anyone that is confused as to where love darts came from, I direct you to this post. You will not be disappointed, I assure you.
No one is really sure how it started.
Bahorel claims it was him, given that no one was interested in darts before he set the board up at the back of the Musain.
Grantaire says that he was the one to get everyone up and playing, which Bahorel vehemently disagrees with.
(To settle the altercation, they have a drinking contest, shot for shot. By the end of it neither of them can even remember what they argued about in the first place. Bahorel falls off of his stool and fractures his wrist. Grantaire declares himself the winner. They avoid the debate altogether in the future.)
Enjonine Modern AU (Catch Me If You Can style)
Con artist Enjolras is like a modern Robin Hood: he steals from the rich and donates to the poor. Lots of FBI agents have tried to catch him, failing miserably. Agent Eponine Thénardier has been studying his files for months, and she’s determined to chase him to end of the world.
The two dance around each other, they catch glimpses of each other; on more than one occasion they come face to face, and though they’re both aware of the sexual tension between them, they manage to ignore it. Enjolras barely avoids arrest. Frustrated, Eponine keeps telling herself next time she’ll catch him.
One evening Enjolras is running a scam during a charity gala in Washington, and unexpectedly Eponine appears on stage to accept an award. Feeling bold, Enjolras approaches her and congratulates her. Eponine is beyond surprised, but her instinct tells her not to arrest him yet.
They have a drink, flirting shamelessly until somethig snaps and they both can’t seem to keep their hands off each other.
The following morning Enjolras wakes up and starts laughing: he’s handcuffed to Eponine, who’s comfortably sprawled all over him, smirking.
If you guys feel like writing a fic inspired by this, be my guest! And make sure to tag me, so I can read it! <3