<blockquote>Outside, it’s grown dark and the air smells faintly of woodsmoke and petrol and car exhaust fumes; all the familiar autumn London scents. Lan Wangji is glad for his jacket. Without the sun, the wind cuts through him. He looks at Wei Wuxian’s thin tunic and thinks, He must be cold.
“Ahh,” Wei Wuxian sighs, taking a deep breath in. “I love the smell of September. Always reminds me of that back-to-school feeling, you know? It makes me think of new beginnings.”
He looks directly at Lan Wangji when he says new beginnings. Lan Wangji swallows.
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A love story told through various acts of civil disobedience, visits to London landmarks, activist rallies, and elaborate cooking endeavours.</blockquote>
➤ A modern activist au that actually feels grounded and realistic, though I had to fight vague feelings I was reading Les mis fic the whole time! this is totally the kind of fic les mis fandom would have written
