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Oooh, I remembered I have this thing. Admittedly I'm dusting it off for fairly selfish purposes but in the context I think that's appropriate, so. :P
So a couple of months ago I ended up signing up for the Rare Women Ficathon, despite my lifelong terror of doing fic challenges ("but I can't write to deadlines," said I, flailing, "I'll just fail harder!"), even if I successfully did Yuletide for the first time ever this past winter.
The end result was this (link to AO3).
Title: Dans La Vitrine
Fandom: Les Misérables
Words: 11,147
Characters: Éponine Thénardier, Cosette Fauchelevent, Gavroche Thénardier
Pairing: Cosette Fauchelevent/Éponine Thénardier
Rating: PG/Teen for some mild language
Warnings: References to past and current physical abuse.
Summary: They inhabit two worlds that only intersect in moments -- slim fragments of time, some stolen and some simply noticed like a reflection in the glass caught out of the corner of one's eye. But it's in those shared moments, when they can see into each other's world, that they're beginning to learn how to live.
So . . . I'm linking this here several weeks after the fact because in thinking about it I realized that I'm genuinely proud of, and satisfied with, this fic. I honestly think this may be the first time in my life I've ever been able to say that, and that it just happens to be the OTP I've shipped since I was twelve years old makes it even better.
So a couple of months ago I ended up signing up for the Rare Women Ficathon, despite my lifelong terror of doing fic challenges ("but I can't write to deadlines," said I, flailing, "I'll just fail harder!"), even if I successfully did Yuletide for the first time ever this past winter.
The end result was this (link to AO3).
Title: Dans La Vitrine
Fandom: Les Misérables
Words: 11,147
Characters: Éponine Thénardier, Cosette Fauchelevent, Gavroche Thénardier
Pairing: Cosette Fauchelevent/Éponine Thénardier
Rating: PG/Teen for some mild language
Warnings: References to past and current physical abuse.
Summary: They inhabit two worlds that only intersect in moments -- slim fragments of time, some stolen and some simply noticed like a reflection in the glass caught out of the corner of one's eye. But it's in those shared moments, when they can see into each other's world, that they're beginning to learn how to live.
So . . . I'm linking this here several weeks after the fact because in thinking about it I realized that I'm genuinely proud of, and satisfied with, this fic. I honestly think this may be the first time in my life I've ever been able to say that, and that it just happens to be the OTP I've shipped since I was twelve years old makes it even better.
