Fic Rec: Enjoltaire
Enjolras/Grantaire
Evergreen :D
“Hey, you weren't saving this one, were you?” Grantaire says, pointing vaguely to his seat and turning towards his left-hand neighbour. The neighbour looks at him, and Grantaire's breath hitches in his throat. Oh, no. Holy shit.
(Slightly coming-of-age-y college AU that will likely involve R walking into the wrong class in his first week, les Amis as editors of the student paper, an eventual nightly arrest, and a trip to Paris)
Tagged
So there's this artist. He could probably be compared to Banksy, but he's a lot more... cynical. He shares rooms with a poet who braids his hair with flowers, in a flat near Covent Garden they rent from a short-tempered shop keeper with a penchant for fans and who'd do anything if you mentioned Poland. Sometimes, the three of them will go and deface public buildings in London whilst completely smashed off their heads.
And then there's this, shall we say, 'revolutionary'. He has a band of other revolutionaries, who all meet at this cafe by Borough Market. He shares rooms with his best mate, a philosophy student, spends too much time with a flirty guy who has a thing for poets, goes boxing with a guy in a red vest, wants to punch the wet sop who drools on the blonde waitress and is getting tired of this guy who keep breaking his laptops through sheer dumb luck. Thank god the hypochondriac's there to keep an (slightly too) attentive eye on their stress levels.
The revolutionary thinks the graffiti artist's work is a waste of space. The artist thinks the revolutionary's campaigns are a waste of time.
And all the while, the poet and the flirt drool over each other in the background...
A Note Unsaid
Enjolras is a famous actor and Grantaire a starving artist with a dark past. Things should not work between them, and yet they do. What happens when things start to fall apart?
World Ain’t Ready :D
Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn't even opened his mouth yet. That's got to be a record, even for them.
"I need a favor," he says at last.
"With what?" says Grantaire. "Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I'd be awesome at cults, I just know it." He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. "I love chanting, I look great in robes—"
(High school AU. Grantaire the disaffected stoner is pulled into a cause bigger than himself. Or: in which there are pretend boyfriends for great justice.)
Will You Take Your Place With Me?
Grantaire meets Enjolras in a coffee shop. Flirting, beer pong, fighting, late night coffee, sexy times, cuteness, protests, and hospital visits ensue.
too afraid to love you (WIP)
Grantaire is nothing good. Enjolras doesn’t need to know anything more about him to be sure of that. He brings weed to his neighbours’ house and plasters himself all over people he doesn’t know. He smells like cigarettes and whiskey and looks starved. He’s got rough hands and dark circles under his eyes that make him look sickly. He’s trouble embodied, but Enjolras doesn’t want to let go; he can’t make himself do it.
[grantaire is a drug addict and enjolras is a university dropout with a history of bad ideas; featuring a group of misfit friends who just want to change the world and live dirty hedonistic lives while they do it]
Something You Said
Things were so good but now it looks like Grantaire will spend Christmas on his own. Getting drunk on cold mulled wine is no permanent solution, but then a cat happens and a suspicious lot of Les Amis are casually dropping by. Looks like Enjolras has a bit of Christmas spirit in him after all.
(this works as a stand-alone or as a sequel to my other modern au, close quarters)
Close Quarters
Grantaire attempts a fresh start and is blissfully unaware of his new flatmate’s revolutionary activities. But then, he’s bound to find out sooner or later. Because it’s Paris, 2005, and cars are burning in the streets.
if Music is the Food of Love
Grantaire is hired to be the love interest in Enjolras' next music video. He's already got it bad for the Youtuber, and getting the chance to work with him is a dream come true. As he gets to know the real Enjolras, R begins to fall more and more in love. The others keep telling him that they have chemistry...but that's just on camera, right?
promises, promises
“Why did you get a tattoo, if they hurt so much?”
“Because it’s art for your body,” Grantaire answers, forehead pressed into the table. “And it’s—” His fingers reach out to brush along the line of the heart monitor tattooed on his wrist. “It’s a way to make a promise.”
The Prince and The Painter
Once upon a time in a Kingdom far far away, there was a Prince in a tower, cursed to sleep until woken by his true love. The King and Queen had nearly given up hope, fearing true love was out of his reach.
Until one day, a stranger arrived in the kingdom.
still mystified by things
Looking back on it, a lot of things could have been avoided if Enjolras had owned up to his feelings sooner
you know, instead of being in love with Grantaire for a whole year without saying anything
One Last Prayer
The first time Enjolras sees him, he doesn’t think much of it. The bus stop is more crowded than usual, something about a football match on, he’s too tired after a long day at work to care that much. He’s being pushed up against an old man who probably hasn’t showered in days, being elbowed by teenagers who can’t fucking stay still. He didn’t linger on the man in the corner whose eyes catch on Enjolras’ face, doesn’t see the way they caress his cheeks, settling on his lips for the longest moment before dropping to the ground as if he were ashamed of staring.
last night’s clothes and tomorrow’s dreams
The Into The Woods AU that no one wanted, but I’m giving you anyway! - The Prince has returned, after being away for years, and a festival is being held in his honour, in order for him to find a spouse to rule the country with. There is nothing - nothing - that Grantaire wants more than to be there.
bigger than we ever dreamed
The street is deserted aside from a stray cat darting across the road. "No one's here yet," Grantaire says. He flops onto the sofa next to Enjolras and nudges one of the mugs in his direction. "Which isn't really surprising. Most people don't even realise we know each other."
For some reason that makes Enjolras blush and hide his face in his coffee.
"Oh, I see how it is," Grantaire says, holding his hand over his heart in mock despair. "Of course the mighty Apollo would never descend from Mount Olympus just for the pleasure of my company – not I, only a mere mortal, a puny creature best kept to the shadows of your glorious light –"
(In which crown prince Enjolras removes himself from the line of succession and Grantaire offers to let him stay at his flat until the media firestorm is over. It's either the best decision of Grantaire's life or his worst mistake ever).
Spin The Bottle (And Be Quick About It)
'"Seeing as y'all are so frickin enamoured I'm gonna be kissing a lot of hands tonight," Grantaire murmured, and they laughed. And then under normal circumstances, they would have stopped laughing. Because the bottle had landed on Enjolras.'
Or: When a drinking game results in a rather personal research project.
like never before (’cause lately I’ve been craving more)
Enjolras wakes up and it's yesterday. And it keeps on being yesterday, over and over again.
He's not an idiot, he knows his solution has to do with Grantaire, he's seen the damn movie, but there's a reason why he's avoided thinking of this thing between them for so long now.
He has all the time in the world to think about it now, though.
Keep It Kind, Keep It Good, Keep It Right
“You aren’t going to ask me if I’m okay?”
“You aren’t. Believe me, I know the signs.” Grantaire sighs, and his breath mists in the air like cigarette smoke. “They love you in there.”
“And out here?”
“You know that’s not a fair question.”
Memory
If they had met under any other circumstances Enjolras probably would have thought, fuck me instead of thinking, fuck off but they didn’t meet under different circumstances and Enjolras isn’t known for changing his opinions.
The Geneva Affair
It wasn’t odd that Grantaire hadn’t corrected him; explaining that they weren't in fact a couple, but a pair of stranded travellers sharing the last hotel room in the city was just unnecessary information. Why then, had Enjolras felt happy that Grantaire didn’t immediately shoot the idea down?
Unexpected snowfall has ground Geneva to a halt. All flights are either delayed or cancelled and hotel rooms are in short supply. Enjolras and Grantaire find themselves stranded and sharing the last hotel room in the city; conflicting ideologies, chemistry and chaos ensue.
the quiet truth
Grantaire's homophobic parents are coming to visit, and Courfeyrac volunteers Enjolras to pretend to be his boyfriend. Enjolras doesn't do things halfway.
And if I’m gone tomorrow
These people with their "zis" and "zat" and "‘ow do I get zere". Run around like they own a country they don’t even like. Why does anyone even go to a country they don’t like?” Jehan and Feuilly shared an amused look and the taller man rolled his eyes while the poet patted Grantaire’s arm softly. It was nothing new to hear the artist complaining about all the tourists in the city and especially about the visitors from France. Grantaire is British and he doesn't like French people. But then he meets a gorgeous exchange student from France and has to overthink his oppinions.
L’art pour l’art
The Les Amis are Grantaire's family, the only one he's ever really known. He knows he is screwed up, and for some reason his friends still love him. The only person who doesn't is the one person who truly matters.
Life is Only Moments
There’s enough moments to create a montage, snapshots of all the 'maybe' and ‘what if’ moments of the past two decades - moments that existed, and kept existing, but kept leading to nothing.
Or, the one where Grantaire and Enjolras have been best friends for their entire lives, and no one is surprised where they end up, not even them.
throw your cameras in the air/ and wave them like you just don’t care
“I think I found your YouTube guy, ‘Ferre,” said Enjolras, scowling at his laptop screen.
“Yeah?” asked Combeferre absently. “I did point him towards your videos when he started on mob mentality.”
“He’s an asshole,” said Enjolras firmly.
Transatlanticism
Enjolras is on a study abroad in NYC with two months left until he comes home; Grantaire's the only one awake and online in Paris.
Kiss Me Through The Phone
Enjolras and Grantaire have many friends in common, but have never met. They get their phones mixed up after Bahorel makes everyone put their phones in a bowl at his birthday party. Flirting via text message ensues.
transatlaticism series
Grantaire lives in New York. Enjolras lives in Paris. Things are a little complicated.
-7 parts-
Simpler in Isolation
Wherein the group attempts camping and it all goes disastrously wrong, because of course it does.
But as Jehan would say, only out of the dirtiest places can the healthiest flowers grow.
(Or as Grantaire would phrase it, the prettiest plants grow in shit, right?)
I Wanna Grow Old With You
Enjolras is in love with Grantaire. Grantaire is in love with Enjolras. Of course, neither knows. Yeah, that's it. That's the story.
i never lived year better spent in love
There are cars honking at each other on the other side of the city and a couple fighting in the park on the other side of the street. And he’s sat in a hotel room on a cobbled street somewhere in Paris, learning how to love a person trying to leave.
Enjolras realises that maybe his feelings for Grantaire aren't quite so platonic as he originally thought the moment Grantaire decides to end their relationship for the better.
Allonymous
Les Amis are concerned Enjolras is working himself into an early grave, which means they need to get him a significant other, obviously. After one too many failed dates, he speaks before he thinks and winds up in need a fake serious boyfriend to meet his friends next meeting. Enter Grantaire, parttime artist, fulltime nihilist, all around just what he needed all along. (based off prete-moi ta main)
Dead Revolutionaries’ Society
Alcohol never brought anyone any good, Enjolras realizes when he wakes up one morning with someone's arm draped across his chest.
Transitory Withdrawl
The thing is, Grantaire knows exactly where he went wrong. It wasn’t wandering into one of Enjolras’ lectures on a rainy afternoon, or even texting him increasingly cryptic messages from his brand new phone. No, Grantaire’s mistake was deciding to let his guard down long enough around Eponine to let her take him drinking, and crying about how no one would ever date him.
or The Coffee Shop AU that is really not a Coffee Shop AU because I know nothing of coffee.
Mustardseed
Enjolras and Grantaire bump into each other at SF Pride—literally—and find themselves forging an unexpected bond.
I’m in it for You
Combeferre is Grantaire's new doctor, and he's more than a little distressed to see that Grantaire doesn't have someone to drive him home from the hospital. He gets his roommate, Enjolras, to drive him back, and it quickly turns into something a little more than just car rides.
We Are Who We Are
Enjolras develops a crush on a new friend. The only problem is they've never met face to face, and only correspond via the Internet. As he falls more and more for this mysterious pen pal, he starts a job at The Musain Books and Café, where he finds himself instantly at odds with Grantaire, the barista.
Or, a Shop Around the Corner/You've Got Mail adaptation.
The Five Year Plan
Enjolras loses his memory. Thankfully, nothing unexpected seems to have happened to him in the five years he can't remember. Well, except for the boyfriend. The boyfriend's kind of a surprise.
*you have to have an ao3 account to read this one*
shut up and put your money where your mouth is
In the long list of Hollywood rom-com clichés that Enjolras has once upon a time imagined becoming his life, this probably would have had to be the one that takes the cake. It has to, since most of the Hollywood rom-coms that Enjolras has ever watched are tame, comparatively. Most of the Hollywood rom-coms that Enjolras has watched are the fault of Courfeyrac, but Enjolras is relatively certain that this one is entirely his own fault—which is just great, since he’s wearing a wedding band.
He supposes that it’s only fair, really, that when that finishes sinking in and he opens his eyes it’s Grantaire’s sleeping face that greets him.
Get over your hill and see what you find there
Three things Enjolras would like to know right now:
One, who let Courfeyrac plan Marius' bachelor party? (Marius. Marius let him.)
Two, why the hell did Grantaire sneak out of his bed before Enjolras woke up yesterday, right after they slept together for the first time.
And three, why on earth would he get drunk, get into an argument (with Grantaire, obviously) and then get married in Vegas (guess to whom, come on and guess).
have & hold
Enjolras has not only fake-married an alcoholic annoyance who doesn't take anything he says or does seriously, he somehow did it while Jehan was live-tweeting the civil ceremony. He's fighting for marriage equality, but the evidence overwhelmingly points to the fact that marriage as an institution is dead, and that he has personally helped administer its Barthesian coup de grâce.
in two thousand and nine, you were two thousand fine
Combeferre gives him a pitying look. “You bought him chocolates on Valentine’s Day.”
“I was hungry. We were studying together. The chocolate was on offer.”
Grantaire's been in love since forever; Enjolras has been oblivious since forever.
pas de deux series
In which Enjolras is a dancer who needs an accompanist, and Eponine sends an art student named Grantaire in her place.
-5 parts-
it’s a love story, baby, just say yes
Enjolras says, “Combeferre and I have selected three potential plays for our next production: Twelfth Night, Doctor Faustus, and Hamlet.”
“Phantom of the Opera,” the stranger in the back of the room says suddenly. “People love that sort of thing. Put on anything by Andrew Lloyd Webber and you’ll be sold out.” He smiles, slowly. “Promise.”
(Or: In which Enjolras is the leader of a group of theatre students that stages a production at the local theatre twice a year for free, and Grantaire shows up to rehearsal one day with his guitar and his Taylor Swift songs and everything quickly goes to hell.)
dust off your highest hopes
Enjolras is the artistic director of the ABC Theatre Collective: a group that aims to Advocate for minority-group representation in all areas of theatre, Broaden the canon of commonly-produced works, and Change the world through powerful and thought-provoking theatre, while maintaining the spirit of a collective and splitting its profits equally among all members. Unfortunately, there aren’t any profits to speak of. Enter theatre marketing genius Grantaire, who tells Enjolras that if he wants people to come to his shows, he should start putting on plays that people actually want to come see—not that it matters, because theatre is a dying art.
sorry, and other signs
Enjolras can't stand that one friend of Bahorel's who sits in the back during their meetings and never contributes. Then he finds out that Grantaire is actually deaf.
Find Out What I’m Feeling
When Marius's girlfriend Cosette writes an article about Enjolras's campaign for a seat in the state House of Representatives (not to mention his attempts to start a new political party) and mistakenly mentions Grantaire as his boyfriend, Enjolras ends up pretending to date him in the media storm that follows.
He's not sure why Grantaire says yes, but he's starting to want to find out.
Best Kept Secrets
Cosette is coming to visit. Enjolras needs a fake boyfriend he can date and then break up with, so she'll stop trying to set him up with random guys.
Somehow, he ends up pretending to date Grantaire. It goes better than expected —
Until it doesn't.
The Drunk Leading the Blind
When Enjolras is maced at a protest, he is left blinded, unclear whether or not he will recover. Grantaire volunteers himself as Enjolras's seeing-eye dog to guide him through his everyday life, while Enjolras remains clueless about how Grantaire feels about him.
A Seasonal Affair
“This is becoming a bit of a recurring theme,” Grantaire observes.
In which Enjolras and Grantaire spend Valentine's Day together every year, without even trying.
9 Times Grantaire Asked Enjolras Out (+1 He Said Yes)
Grantaire decides this mutual flirting thing has gone on long enough and asks Enjolras out. Using bad pickup lines. Repeatedly.
Alternatively titled, "Try Again"
My Turn
Enjolras finds room for one last bad pickup line in their relationship.
(The inevitable, horribly fluffy sequel to 9 Times; I'd suggest you read that first.)
If there’s no rest for the wicked, well, then we’ll never get no sleep
Enjolras and Grantaire meet at 2am in the university library. Enjolras is exhausted, and Grantaire can't sleep.
The Songs In His Head
It was a well-known fact that the reason that you got songs in your head and you were seized with the urge to sing them was because somewhere your soulmate was singing or listening to that exact song.
Enjolras sincerely hoped this wasn’t true. His problem was that he didn’t want to be soul mates worth someone who sang ridiculous songs at the most inappropriate times. For example: now as the familiar chords of One Direction started up in his head. He groaned and knew it would be a long meeting.
(A Soul Mate AU, where it takes Enjolras 18 songs to realised who his soulmate is)
Drive Me Home
The driver leans over before Enjolras can open the back, and calls through the open passenger window, “You can sit in front if you want. Or back is okay too, if that's...” but Enjolras is already folding himself into the cramped passenger seat.
(Grantaire drives for an on-demand car service; Enjolras needs some rides.)
Holocene
Enjolras assumed he was going to be alone at Christmas. He wasn't expecting another of his friends to be spending the holiday on their own as well.
"I think this is the best Christmas I've ever had."
"I'm glad."
None The Wiser
Enjolras has to get his wisdom teeth and in order not to bother his friends, he hires a stranger from the internet to be his babysitter for the day.
The Ghost of You
Grantaire moves into an apartment inhabited by a poltergeist. Enjolras haunts him, and Grantaire should really win an award for most complicated relationship status ever.
A place to stand
Grantaire is a more-often-than-not hungover librarian who may or may not hate his job. Enjolras needs books, and happens to make Grantaire's life a little more interesting.
How the Future’s Done
"Grantaire," he says slowly. "What do you have in that box?"
Grantaire looks up at Enjolras, his eyes very blue even with the glaze of drunkenness at the edges. "A favor," he says.
Unravelling
Sometimes, you just need to get away.
RSVP (+1)
When Enjolras is invited to Marius and Cosette’s wedding, he fully intends to ignore the ‘plus one’ on the invite. He’s busy at work and he has a lot on - he doesn’t have time for relationships. What he doesn’t expect is for Grantaire to invite himself along and then hit it off immediately with all of his friends.
Now if everyone can just stop assuming he and Grantaire are dating, Combeferre and Courfeyrac will stop giving him that look, and they can get through the entire two weeks without bringing up what happened at Christmas, everything will be just fine.
The Scarf Around My Neck Represents Your Arms
When Enjolras gets angry, he knits.
dance with me
Enjolras has to learn how to dance for a role and Grantaire proves to be an excellent teacher.
six feet under the stars series
Enjolras decides that he needs a break and goes on a road trip. On the way he comes across a hitchhiker, who quickly becomes a new friend for him on the road.
-3 parts-
Oh, It’s What You Do To Me
Enjolras stumbles across Grantaire via YouTube comments. French!R sings. NYC!Enjolras pines. They fall in love via email and Skype.
4000 miles is pretty far, but they've got trains and planes and cars. (Inspired loosely by Hey There Delilah, as if you couldn't already tell.)
Kittens and Cats and All Things Cute
For reasons unknown to Enjolras, his friends decided it was an excellent idea to present him with small, grey kitten for his birthday, despite him insisting at every possible turn that he was /not/ lonely. He does the only thing available to him and goes to seek help at the local animal shelter. However, the strange dark-haired employee with a perchance for naming animals after classic literary figures or dead painters leaves a bigger impression than Enjolras would ever care to admit.
A Picture Speaks A Thousand Words
“You and Combeferre have infinitely more chance of getting together than Enjolras and I,” Grantaire said with finality. Courfeyrac sat up straight. Grantaire did not like the gleam in his eye as he slowly raised his finger in the air like an idea worthy of Einstein had just come to him. “Are you quite sure of that sir?” Courfeyrac asked in a mock posh accent. “Indeed I am, my good fellow,” Grantaire replied in the same way. “Then monsieur, I challenge you to a little wager. I bet you that I can make Enjolras kiss you before you can make Combeferre kiss me.” “What? Courfeyrac that is ridic-” “Fifty euros says I can do it before you can. Just think, if you win you have fifty euros. If you lose Enjolras has just kissed you. It’s win-win situation.” Grantaire blinked twice. “So what are the ground rules?”
Ask Me For a Contribution
Enjolras is the resident rabble-rouser and thorn in the side of the administration at his expensive boarding school. New student Grantaire has been kicked out of six schools in four years. When Professor Lamarque assigns them to work together on a semester-long project, it's not one of his most inspired teaching decisions. Maybe he should retire.
a sky full of stars
Grantaire gets roped into helping out at a summer camp and isn't too happy when he learns that Enjolras is one of the camp counselors.
Pining for You
After he gets laid off, Grantaire moves back home to help out on his father's Christmas tree farm. But when a shady businessman starts trying to move in on their property, an improbably handsome lawyer from the city might be their only hope to save the farm.
Little White Lies
It was no secret Enjolras had a special talent for words. Even his most vicious opponents would admit that the golden-haired law student could weave sentences together in a way that would have all but the most stubborn naysayers catching themselves nodding along without meaning to. It served him well on his trial advocacy and moot court teams, and it would serve him well once he graduated from law school as well.
It struck him as odd, then, that no one in his personal life ever called the honesty of his words into question. No one ever saw through any of his words.
No one except Grantaire.
Take Me All the Way
Enjolras can see the appeal of having a friend with him when travelling across Europe to visit Combeferre and Courfeyrac in Poland, but being accompanied Grantaire, endlessly frustrating Grantaire who gets under Enjolras’ skin in ways he can’t explain, was not his first choice. Yet two weeks with no other company is enough to force anyone to reassess their relationship, and maybe visiting a new city every day with Grantaire by Enjolras’ side won’t be the worst thing in the world.
If My Heart Were A Compass
Grantaire spent high school desperately in love with his best friend, so when the time came for university, he made sure to move as far away as possible.
Now, he's home and Enjolras is asking him on dates, and it's just too much for Grantaire to cope with, especially while he's also trying to help his new friend Éponine hold her family together.
this is fact not fiction
“How about this,” Grantaire told Combeferre. “You have to give Courfeyrac a gift for every day of the Twelve Days of Christmas. December twenty-fifth till January fifth. And when he figures out that it’s you, which he inevitably will, you lose the bet and you have to ask him out.”
Combeferre bit his lip, eyes narrowed as he thought the proposal through. “On one condition,” he said after a moment.
“What’s that?”
“You do the same.” Combeferre and Grantaire enter a bet. Even though it lasts only twelve days, the consequences are far greater than they could ever have expected.
That’s How Easy Love Can Be
Valjean's idea of doing a nondenominational anonymous holiday gift exchange shakes things up among the staff of Musain Elementary School. With everyone trying to figure out their presents (and their feelings) and an attempted production of The Nutcracker coming up, the holiday season is certainly going to be busy.
This brave new world’s not like yesterday
Grantaire had never spoken about work in Enjolras’ hearing, and Enjolras had never really bothered to ask. The problem with this was the surprise he got about five minutes into his new job at American Bowl, the faux-American bowling alley on the edge of the tenth arrondissement.
Or, Enjolras is suddenly poor and needs a job, and Grantaire happens to work at the same place. They end up having actual conversations instead of just shouting at each other, and Enjolras realises that he actually kind of enjoys Grantaire's company. Cue meandering chatter and clumsy handling of feelings.
The Road to Montreuil series
After he is kicked out of his band, Grantaire is left on his own, homeless and adrift. It is when he hitchhikes with a group of friends, embarking on a holiday road trip across the country under and interesting contract, and meets the impersonation of the God Apollo that he starts to find his way again.
-3 parts-
You never have to wonder; you never have to ask.
It's been eighteen months since the protest that nearly killed them all, and eighteen months since Grantaire swore off Paris forever. Coming back to town for some friends' wedding was never part of the plan, and Paris is either a dream or an oven, he can't tell which.
Il y a longtemps que je t’aime
Combeferre doesn’t push, which Enjolras thanks him for, which Enjolras will always thank him for. Instead he guides Enjolras with a gentle arm and far too much caution. Enjolras resents that. He is not some delicate thing that will shatter. He is strong as iron, and does not break.
In his arms little Geneviève sleeps soundly. He doesn’t know what to do with her. He doesn't know how to be a father.
Incapable of Living and Dying
"With a final tug at the knot of the new tie, Enjolras looked himself up and down in the mirror and sighed. Everything about it screamed “new boy” from the scratchy, unfamiliar shirt and the grey, pressed trousers to the black blazer hanging on the back of his door."
Enjolras and Grantaire meet on the first day of their final year at school. It's going to be quite a year for both of them.
Enjolras is frustrated, Grantaire has a secret and the pair of them muddle their way through as best they can.
summer’s lease
Grantaire's parents send him to spend the summer with friends of the family. Their son, Enjolras, is probably the last person he'd want to spend his summer with.
if you remembered me
Enjolras suffers from temporary amnesia after a car accident, Grantaire agrees to stay with him until he gets back his memories.
In the End We Have Each Other
Enjolras has spent pretty much the entire bus ride to the Musain trying to predict how this will go, but the thing that surprises him isn't that Combeferre isn't the first to notice, or that Joly doesn't start spouting something about infant mortality rates and immediately demand that everybody bathe in Purell. No, what startles Enjolras the most is that he manages approximately half a step through the door into the back room where they all meet before Grantaire rattles his glass down on the table in the back that he's taken for his own and drawls, "Is there something you forgot to tell us, Apollo?"
That silences the room, predictably enough. Everyone breaks off their conversations and swivels to stare at him. At him, and at the baby carrier that he's got hooked over one arm.
box of secrets
Grantaire leaves his doodles all over the place. Enjolras collects them without knowing who drew them.
Let Me Count the Ways
“So, let me get this straight,” says Combeferre after three rings. He sounds half asleep, and Enjolras winces. “Your crazy ex-convict of a father has decided that Cosette can only date people once you do?”
“Yes.”
There’s the sound of movement as Combeferre unplugs his phone and settles back against his pillows. “And you, somehow--stupidly, I might add--decided to make her happy by agreeing to date someone?”
“Yes.” There’s a very pregnant pause. Enjolras curls and uncurls his hands into fists.
“Right,” says Combeferre. “We’re having this conversation tomorrow.” And then he hangs up.
You Dance Dreams
For most of college, Grantaire was hopeless over Enjolras, and everyone but Enjolras knew it. Now he’s worked to get over his crush, and for the most part, he's fine. When Combeferre asks him to choreograph and dance in the Midsummer Night’s Dream-inspired opera he composed as his senior thesis, Grantaire says yes, even though he’s cast opposite Enjolras, as Puck to his Oberon. The chance to dance is worth the potential problems, and he'll have his friends as a buffer.
He doesn't count on long hours of practicing and choreographing and talking together, while they try to figure each other and their futures out. As much as he tries to avoid it, it seems inevitable that he falls for Enjolras again, and this time it isn't a crush.
We are all fools in Love
Love would be so easy without misunderstandings, denial and prejudices. But we are all fools when it comes to love. Socially engaged, proud fools. Stubborn fools with self-esteem issues. Stubborn fools without self-esteem issues. Fools who care too much about others and too less about themselves and fools with enough patience to wait for centuries.
Or the modern Jane Austen AU no one ever asked for.
there’s no such thing as home
Enjolras is quite surprised to find that the boarding school his parents sent him and his sister to isn't as horrible as he'd made it out to be.
But Paris was a very old city and we were young
Perhaps somewhere in between all the cups of coffee, shots of tequila, sunny March days, terrible lumpy jumpers, love, cigarettes, drunken nights and the desire to change the world they'll all leave Paris with a degree in something. Or not. Grantaire's money is on no. But he's a pessimist who's hopelessly in love, so perhaps his opinion shouldn't count.
philia
The ABC is a social justice group at Grantaire's university. Grantaire stumbles into the group by accident, only to find that the president is someone he's met before.
Warnings: lots of drinking; lots of recreational drug use—mostly marijuana and ad(h)d meds, though I'll warn if any chapter includes others; vague allusions to depression; generally very anxious characters; pretensions abound, but you probably got that from the title.
Lovesickness
Enjolras swallowed. "I didn't know he had tattoos on his back."
"Yeah," said Joly, shrugging. "I mean, he lives with me and before about noon, he's allergic to shirts—"
"Why—" said Enjolras weakly.
"I always figured he had a bad shirt experience," Joly offered. "Shirts killed his family, or his first dog got hit by a truck full of shirts."
Enjolras shook his head. His face was a little flushed.
"Ooh, are you experiencing symptoms?" said Joly, brightening. "What's your pulse doing? Are you breathing normally? How do your glands feel?"
Take Me to The Riot
Modern AU: Grantaire is a hairdresser and an art school dropout; Enjolras is a florist-slash-revolutionary who was probably a Greek statue in his past life. Divine grace in the form of Enjolras' twin, Cosette, brings them together - but not knowing how to talk about, like, anything just might prevent them from actually getting together.
Years Since It’s Been Clear
Grantaire really doesn't expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire's apartment is. And he definitely doesn't expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor ...
Yeah, he may be in some trouble.
