Enjolras crashes the wrong wedding in a mission but meets Éponine. Written for frustratedstudent.

Someone notices someone is sad and offers ice cream. The certain someone who was sad wanted strawberry ice cream, but the other offered only cookies and cream. Will this end in another fight or love (finally) between them? E/E. Mildly implicative and provocative.

What's a cockroach, Hogsmeade date, and two Latin phrases have to do with Lily Evans and James Potter? Full summary inside. Edited: 1/ 23/ 13

Bellamy eyed her, feeling a little conscious of their proximity, but hey, if she's not afraid to get this near, well, he's not going to fucking lose it.

"But today, you are real, very real," she continued, placing a hand on his chest. "And you are fragile, but you are my immortality—" she paused, taking his hand and holding it with her hands "—here in my soul, no matter the sojourn of my life." Dedicated to the shobey1kanoby who made the cover image in da. You can find her here, too: fb. com/nicoleshobedesigns

Enjolras and his journal reflections on his scandalous life, philosophies, and stuff. A birthday fic for epic authoress, frustratedstudent!

Yet if he turned and gazed at her with his blue eyes, eyes which reminded her of the waves in the Seine - how it would dance in its silent song as light captured its movement - she would finally, finally get it. / A series of drabbles for Enjonine so that I may get back my love for writing.