fic prompt – instead of Ben Wyatt reviewing tfa, how does enjolras feel about it?


“and now, it’s time for another episode of light things on fire! i’m your host courfeyrac, and sitting in with my today is enjolras!” 

jehan plays a single note on a small triangle, and the podcast gets under way.

“enjolras! what are we lighting on fire today?”

“the first order,” enjolras says immediately, leaning forward in his chair and gripping the microphone. “if the force awakens is about anything, other than proving to disney that men of color and women can helm a billion dollar recoup, and proving to the rest of us that capitalism is alive and well, it’s about fighting with everything you’ve got.”

“tell me more,” courfeyrac coos, and makes frantic shushing motions at jehan, who is humming john williams in the background. jehan looks afronted.

enjolras doesn’t even notice, too rapt. “it’s a movie about standing up, and – no spoilers, because some people didn’t make the midnight show -” grantaire feigns sleep in a corner “- it’s also a movie about helping your friends. it’s about standing up as a way of loving your friends. and that is why we’re going to light the first order on fire.”

courfeyrac strikes a match. “on your order, commander.”

enjolras grins.



year James Potter telling his parents about his best mate Sirius Black,
and his parents disapprove at first, because they don’t want their son
around that family. And The Potters meet eleven year old Sirius for the
first time when he floos into their living room one night calling for
James. And of course it’s midnight, and James is asleep, but his parents
aren’t and they sit down this skinny boy with the palest skin and
biggest eyes, and they ask him what he’s doing there. He tells them he
needs James, and he won’t stop crying. He repeats over and over that
he’s sorry, but his mate James said he could come if things started
getting bad again at home, and he couldn’t hold on another day.

By the time a bleary eyed James comes down the stairs in his Quaffle
 pajamas, his parents have already decided to let the other boy stay
awhile, and Sirius still can’t get all his words out, but Ms. Potter
speaks eleven year old boy pretty well, and sends James back upstairs
and puts Sirius on the sofa for the night, wondering what she’ll do in
the morning.

When she goes in to check on Sirius later, James is piled next to
him, and they’re both all elbows and knees, with their messy black hair
on the same pillow, both of them fast asleep, and she can’t help
thinking they look like they should be brothers, Sirius wearing an extra
pair of his quidditch pajamas, an arm thrown around James.