“You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.”
After removing his waistcoat, Enjolras rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, tugging them jaggedly up his arm.
She knew he only rolled his sleeves when he anticipated a struggle. “You think I came here to fight you?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence with such a stupid question.”
"Do you think you gave me a reason to fight you?"
He huffed a breath of laughter. “I never do. You just like to fight me.”
— The Waker’s Light (NC-17)
At Dusk Through Narrow Streets - Epilogue
In that dream he will be there, standing on top of the rampart, smiling his crooked, rueful half-smile, one hand holding the flag while the other one rubs the spot on his jaw where she’d punched him.
And she will climb the tower, and, ever the gentleman, he will help her up while she insists she doesn’t need his help. In that last dream he will not let go, because he is fire and she is water, and together they will become smoke.
DOCTOR WHO/LES MISERABLES CROSSOVER - The Doctor and Amy travel to 1832 and get caught up in the Paris uprising.
"They were always meant to die. Their deaths at the barricade were a fixed point. But I met a man, years before this happened, and through him, through everything he did, every choice he made, time spared one of those boys."