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Bilbo: Thorin pick me up.
Thorin:
Thorin: Okay?? *Picks him up*
Bilbo, putting hands on the wall on either side of Thorin's head as hes being held up: Come here often Cutie?
Thorin: *gets so flustered that his brain disconnects and he goes to cover his face dropping Bilbo knocking their heads together and they both are knocked out, on the ground.*
Modern!AU where Bilbo and Thorin have two different reactions when the other does the Tears Transition trend on tik tok.
Thorin respectfully can't look away. He rewatches it constantly and is just so in love. Bilbo is so attractive and his.
Bilbo locks Thorin away in their bedroom until both can't move no more.
Gloin: Never have I ever liked men.
Bilbo: Thorin:
Thorin, pulling bilbo into a different room: Master baggins I would like to apologize.
Oin, from the next room: Speak up
Thorin, ignoring him: I was a jerk-
Dwalin, also from the next room: That's an understatement
Thorin, huffing: it was unfair to you. But the truth is I... care for you-
Kili: that means he loves you in thorin
Balin: what did you do?
Thorin: why do you assume that I've done something wrong?
Balin: because you're standing on a table thats too high for Bilbo to get to.
Thorin:
Thorin: I ate Bilbo's last tart...
Balin:
Balin: I'll write a beautiful eulogy for you.
Bilbo: thorin stop giving me so many gifts
Thorin: it's my love language to spoil my husband
Bilbo: fine but you're limited to one gift a month
Thorin: a week
Bilbo: twice a month
Thorin: a day.
Bilbo: you're going the wrong way
Thorin: an hour
Bilbo:
Thorin holding one of the first few council meetings filled with dwarves who weren't in the company and they hear like a jaw theme and thorin suddenly looks terrified.
Duh dum.
Thorin trying his best to cover more skin as those who were in the company try not to laugh. The rest are so confused.
Duh Dum
Thorin trying to stand on a chair so not to be reachable. This time a hobbit tail is seen going by.
Duh Dum
"We-we're in a meeting." Thorin says trying to find out where the tail went. The councilmen are worried but the company is loving this.
Duh Dum
The tail goes the other way
Duh dum
It goes by again
Duh dum duh dum
It disappears as thorin looks around terrified.
Duh dum duh Dum duh Dum duh dumadum!
CHOMP
The council now see the threat. Bilbo Baggins biting Their king with a smirk his tail swaying like a cat that just caught its prey. Thorin just winces as he sits back down and bilbo doesn't let go.
Thorin: sorry guys food is tight were going to have to go with out breakfast
Balin: traveling can be hard sometimes, we understand.
Dwalin: as long as we have dinner still-
Bilbo: sell kili, you have another heir I need my breakfast.
Bilbo: fili I told you to take out the trash!
Fili: shut up Bilbo!
Thorin: *jumps up charging at fili* what did you just say?
Fili: UNCLE ITS JUST A PRANK ITS A PRANK!!!
Bilbo: Thorin!!
Hey! I wrote this into an actual fic! Now I have no one to proof read and im horrible at spelling so there will be mistakes I've missed. It has taken me over a year to write because I took so many break with it. So there will also be changes in stye of writing and some parts are better then others
There are talks of suicide, death, and other things as well but yeah.
It also goes into Religion and like I put in the notes, I am myself Religious and these are my beliefs as well! I'm a Christian. And I'm a firm believer that love is love! But I understand if stuff like that makes you uncomfortable, and you dont wish to read.
Anyways here it is: Tomorrow Comes
Don't you love when you're reading a fanfic and at the end of chapter 54 their pinkies touch for the first time!
I don't think I ever posted this, I've had it writte for Like ever but never touched it again. It's the second part to this so.... if I ever feel like it (get motivated) and someone request for so I may do part three but if not eh. I'm actually working on a different story inspired by another headcanon I had so first I'll finish that. (If I continue)
Part Two of I Will Lead You Into the Dark
Enjolras stood up, about to start the meeting when Courfeyrac came over, with a man close behind him.
"Enjolras, this is Marius," He introduced.
"Welcome, Marius. I've heard a lot about you. I'm sorry about your father."
"Thank you for having me. I've heard about everyone here too. A bit too much I'm afraid. Um, which one ripped their pants on a chair," Marius asked, causing Enjolras to let out a laugh.
"Courfeyrac, that was supposed to say between us!" Bossuet shouted from where he sat. Joly almost spat out his drink.
"That would be Bossuet over there. You can have a seat anywhere you like. If you happen to have any ideas, tell Combeferre. He writes all suggestions down, and we go over them," Enjolras had his hand on Marius's shoulder, before patting it and heading over to the main table where Combeferre was standing on a chair.
Enjolras looked up at him, "Why in the world are you up there?"
"There was a spider," he stated. Enjolras quickly jumped up, making Combeferre laugh.
"No, I was playing. I'm counting. Who was the guy you were talking to?
"That friend of Courfeyrac's, Marius." Enjolras sat, passing a glance at Grantaire, who chuckled while looking down. Enjolras allowed his brain to wonder what the man was laughing about.
"The Bonapartist?"
"Yep, that one. He seems alright at the moment."
"Don't let your guard down."
"Combeferre, behave now. How many this time?"
"Well I almost had them counted then you come over and started running your mouth," Combeferre laughed.
"You do know I can pull that chair out from under you, right?" The two stared at each other for a moment. They dared the other to make a move.
Enjolras laughed, "Alright, I'll leave you be. We don't need broken bones here yet."
The rest of the meeting flew by. Enjolras talked about ways to get the word out about their revolution. Then while there was a debate, he sat down with Marius and got to know him. He was pretty shaken up. Combeferre did not behave and ran his mouth. Marius did want to help, so that was one upside to it.
He talked a great deal about his father. He mention his grandfather once, maybe twice, but he would quickly move on. He mentions a cousin and an aunt of some sort. The guy had passion. That was just what Enjolras needs. People with a passion. Something a certain someone did not have.
After many have left, Enjolras stayed behind. He looked over papers, but then started reading. He measured time by his candle and would watch someone walk by every once in a while. When he had enough, he joined Musichetta and Bossuet in cleaning.
He said goodbye and walked outside, across the street he saw him again. Grantaire had his head tilted back as he gulped down his drink. He threw it in a bin before stumbling on a path. Enjolras wondered if it would be creepy to follow him. He decided it wouldn't, he would just say he was making sure that the man made it home safely.
Grantaire tripped over a stray dog, making him stop in his tracks and look back at the dog. Enjolras hid slightly, as the drunk man crouched down and petted the dog.
He heard a sigh, "I know you're there. Come out."
Enjolras obeyed walking towards him. He was met with annoyed eyes that did not let up when Enjolras began to speak, "I'm sorry, I saw you stumbled on your way back, I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm used to this. You don't know me. Leave me alone and don't pretend that you care. Go home Enjolras," Grantaire snarled making Enjolras flinch. He didn't like his name coming from the drunken man's lips. He likes the name Apollo more.
"I'm just trying to be nice. After all my attempts to be kind, you're still a jerk!"
"I'm the jerk? You don't know your own followers' names. You speak out about indifference just to put it off. You believe in something so impossible, I dare say you're stupid. Those poor people will die by your hands!"
"Why can't you see that I'm trying to help people? These people know what they are getting into, and so do I. I know very well that I could die, I could be shot while getting the word out. Did that ever cross your mind? I'm not trying to be above them, I am one of them. Just because I don't know their names, doesn't mean they don't mean any less than those who I do know the names of."
"You talked about yourself, that shows me more than you know. If they mean that much to you, why don't you ask them who they are? Why they are there? Tell me!"
"That's the thing they are willing to talk to me, and if I had all the time in the world, I would listen to every word they say."
"Then why waste time on me? Spend it on them."
"Is so hard to believe, that I care about them? Hell, I care about you."
"No, you don't. "
"Yes I do, why else would I be worried about you getting home safely?!"
"You care about yourself, and how I think about you. You think I'm mocking you, in which you're not wrong. You want me to like you, and follow you into the dark blindly as those poor people do. Newsflash, I won't," Grantaire was now in Enjolras's face, staring angrily at him.
Enjolras heard his heartbeat quicken, "I just wanted to understand you."
Grantaire backed away, though the tense feeling around the two never left. Enjolras still felt like he was in danger, but at the same time, he felt that Grantaire wouldn't hurt him.
"I think I shouldn't return to your meetings for a while. And when Bahorel asks about me, you can tell you you kept running your mouth. Don't follow me ever again, and don't ever think about telling me lies again. Good night Apollo," He nodded at Enjolras, signaling he was leaving.
Enjolras sighed, "Good night. I'm truly sorry." Enjolras felt at a loss for words. A feeling he hated. The more the two clashed heads, the more Enjolras wanted to understand him. If he believed all the stuff he said about Enjolras was true, then why promise to return? Though the thought of seeing him again, made him feel better, not to mention the flutter in his chest at the nickname. He watched him leave, feeling down again.
"I said listen not argue," Bossuet said behind him, making him jump.
"Jesus, cough next time. I almost punched you," Enjolras laughed, forcing down the feeling Grantaire caused him to have.
"Sorry mate, anyway, I came to run your paper back. You left it there. Well, I got to head back before Musichetta and Joly leave me again." Bossuet handed him a folded paper and ran off.
Enjolras moved to the street light and looked to see what paper he forgot. Usually, they all were gathered and put neatly in his bag. He unfolded it to see a very good drawing of the meeting they just had. The beautiful piece of art was showing the perspective of the creator. It was a window to the persons eyes. Enjolras looked over everyone in it. They all wore black, and other dark colors.
He noticed Combeferre, who sat and wrote down what a neighboring volunteer was proposing. Courfeyrac was smiling ear to ear next to Prouvaire, who was laughing. Bossuet had ice pressed against his head by Musichetta, while Joly held his hand. Feuilly, who was close to the artist apparently, was taken a drink, while Bahorel, who was barely in frame, was arm wrestling with another volunteer. Marius who sat down beside Enjolras was looking down at a book.
Enjolras looked at himself, he was the only one not is gloomy clothing. He was in white, and light shades of gray. He noticed that he was the most detailed, though he was sitting down. Enjolras looked at the amazing creation, noticing that Grantaire's name was written beautifully at the bottom. His fingers went over the name. He didn't understand why he did it, but he did.
Enjolras sighed and walked to Bahorel's flat. When he knocked ge was greeted by Bahorel, "Enjolras? Is everything alright? Need to come in?"
A smile form across his face at his worried friend, "No, I'm just here to," he froze. Enjolras couldn't decide whether he should give the drawing to Grantaire himself, or let Bahorel do it for him. "Grantaire left this drawing, so I thought you could return it."
"Oh I would, but I'm busy right now. Why don't you do it?"
"If you can't tell, he doesn't like me. Just do it another time, here take it."
"He doesn't hate you. I can tell when he hates people, trust me. I'll get you his address," Bahorel went to go get a paper to write it down for him.
"I'll find someone else to do it."
"And get him robbed? Just take it to him."
"Bahorel this isn't a good idea. We argue. He already said he was taking a break from the meetings because of me."
"La personne même avec qui vous vous disputez vous montre plus d'amour qu'à ceux qui sont d'accord avec vous."
"That made no sense," though at the word love made Enjolras's face flushed.
"Whatever. Just take it to his flat, say I sent you. Here I'll sign this paper just in case he gets to mad." Enjolras didn't understand what was his friends obsession with him speaking to the drunk. It always ends horribly.
Enjolras stood there at his door. He had rehearsed what was was to say, countless time now. Part of him wanted him to throw it away and run, but he didn't. He finally know, which wasn't exactly a conscious decision. He waited for what seem like minutes, listening to foot steps come closer. He closed his eyes, concentrating on not retreating away. He was Enjolras, he doesn't retreat. Though now he wishes he would do just that.
Grantaire opened the door to see Enjolras once more. He sighed, "Yes?" His voice was rough and sharp. Enjolras loved it dearly.
"You for got this at the Cafe. I'm sorry, I tried to get Bahorel to return it. He refused to do so," Enjolras heard his voice shake.
The latter unfolded the paper seeing the drawing. He scaned it before looked back at Enjolras. He eyes were glue to the ground, with guilt. He had a small blush, that could have been caused by the cold air. Grantaire wet his lips and swallowed before speaking, "Thank you."
"It was nothing. I'll let you be now."
"Apollo, I wanted to apologize. I was out of line tonight. Can we agree that we don't know each other well enough to make assumptions?" Grantaire said before Enjolras could ever turn to walk away.
"Yeah, that would be best. I should apologize too. I shouldn't have called you a jerk."
R laughed looking down than back up. It was a sound Enjolras never knew he needed. R shifted his weight to his other leg, "You were being honest. How about this, I don't cause any arguments again, as long as you-"
"We both caused them. I shouldn't have intrude in your life," Enjolras mentioned.
"Truse?"
"Truse. So I hope to see you there at the next meeting. I won't try to bug you, I promise."
"I will be there. I promise not to be a cynic."
They fell in a conformable silence before Enjolras forced himself to say goodbye, "I better get home. Good bye Captial R."
Another gorgeous laugh from the man, "Good night Apollo."
The door didn't immediately close either, a small part of Enjolras was hoping that Grantaire was looking out for him. He hoped he was makeing sure he made it safely til the point he was out of sight.
Enjolras, staring at the national guard: Hmm that's a problem. But not my fault, I did everything I could.
Enjolras, looking at his dead friends: and you did too
Enjolras, to Grantaire who just showed up: also why are you still here
Combeferre: name a type of flower.
Enjolras: Rose?
Grantaire: Daisy?
Courfeyrac: all purpose!
Introducing yourself is like the bat signal for Javert.
Like Valjean is out and meets someone.
Stanger: hello what's your name.
Valjean, sweating while looking around: Urbain Fabr-
Javert, spawning: AND IM JAVERT
Stranger: ....
*Valjean running*
Javert, chasing him: I'M JUSTICE
Memes I made part 2
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Dark paradise by Lana Del Rey
Grantaire takes the bullets.
Enjolras pretends to be shot but he was spared. No words were spoken. None could be. Grantaire was choking on his own blood, while Enjolras was trying to keep his sobs quiet. Still they had a conversation. Grantaire smiled, holding Enjolras hand. Enjolras kissed his head while squeezing his hand tightly. He felt useless as Grantaire slowly died in pain.
When the women came to clean, one, who resembled Grantire, found him still clinging on his hand whispering a tearful apology. She too started to weep and helped the young leader up, pulling him into a silent hug. Enjolras apologized for getting blood on her dress, but she said not to mention it.
Days later Marius found the leader in the abandoned Cafe setting in a chair. The place was empty besides the furniture and two school boys. Marius sat across from him. He took note of Enjolras's bloodshot eyes, and his tear stained face. He held a tight grip on his handkerchief as he stared off into the room. He no longer wore his red coat, nor was his hair at his shoulders. No, he wore a black trench coat that was buttoned, with his hair pulled back into a low ponytail.
Marius looked no better with his bullet wound, broken bones, and shattered heart. Cosette, who took care of him, said he had gain some color back but was still awfully pale. His hair seemed to darkened, and he felt like he aged 20 years. He wasn't sure if he was alive without a soul, or just lost.
"What are we to do now?" Enjolras's weak voice broke Marius from his thoughts. He looked back at the blonde, who was still staring into space.
"I'm not sure, brother," Marius answered as they fell back into their silence.
After a sad sigh, Marius turned to the door. He haft expected their friends to walking into the door laughing. He waited for it, but they never came.
Enjolras found that he missed their laugher the most. The roar of it after one of Combeferre's remarks. The not so hidden chuckles when Bossuet trips. The gleeful victory "haha"s when Bahorel or Grantaire won a sparing match. The sneaky snickers that accured when a prank was being played. Their smiles. Their voices. Their presence. Them.
Feuilly always worked hard. Harder than any other in Paris. Joly was so compassionate and helpful to everyone. Jehan Prouvaire was simply a bright star that always helped them get through rough patches. Bahorel would always have your back in the best and worse way. Courfeyrac could influence anyone to do anything, but was still respectable. Combeferre, with his smarts could outwit a sly fox. Bossuet could give some of the best hugs. Grantaire, as much as he hid it, would have done anything for the group. Oh and how could he forget Gavroche? The little guy had more spirit in him than any of them. And poor Eponine, she was tougher than any of the national guards' men.
Enjolras spent so much time on the revolution that he had no idea who or what he was without his friends and movement. Really he didn't want to remember who he was, because it wasn't. It was not him. Not anymore.
"Their funeral is tomorrow," Marius reminded him still looking at the door.
Enjolras finally pulled his eyes towards Marius, "Yeah. Musichetta promised to help cook the food."
"That's nice."
"Yes, and Montparnasse promised to help Bury them."
"I'm thankful for him," Marius looked at him, "How's Grantaire's sister?"
Enjolras looked down at the table, "She saying it wasn't my fault. I'm just glad she agreed to move in with me, you know? With out Grantaire she probably wouldn't be able to make rent."
Marius nodded.
A few months later, Enjolras walked to the graveyard. He said hi to each of his friends, and even Javert, placing a flower on each stone. He stopped at Grantaire, sitting by his headstone in the snow. The blonde, who wore a green heavy coat, pulled out a bottle of wine and placed it by his stone.
"Marius' wedding is today," He said out loud, "I just got back from the tailors. I'm honored to be his best man."
The wind blew into his face making a roar in his ears. It was freezing, but Enjolras didn't leave, "We've helped each other a lot in these past few months, Marius, your sister, Musichetta, Montparnasse, and I. Talked a lot about old times. It's been hard."
Snow started to float softly down around him. It was beautiful and peaceful. "People say we should move on, past the revolution, love, and friendship. They tell us to forget the songs and memories."
Enjolras laid down in the snow, feeling as numb as his legs. He looked at the sky, "Sometimes I close my eyes, you lot are still here. You're drinking your wine. Courf' and 'ferre are talking about something Courfeyrac said to get Combeferre heated up. Joly and Bossuet are talking about Bossuet's soup he made for him. Jehan, Feuilly and Bahorel are singing a song. And 'Poni and Gavroche are happy. I feel save in this place behind my close eyes."
"That's when it scares me. It scares me because when I go to join you one day, will I see you? Will I be punished for causing this to happen? Will you guys want to see me?" Tears fell from the corners of his eyes making his face colder.
He closed his eyes and he was still there, everything was the same. The only difference was Grantaire laying beside him, holding his hand, "Red, you say the stupidest things. We're waiting for you guys."
"Are you really here?"
Grantaire smiled sadly, "I love you Apollo."
Enjolras opened his eyes and he was alone.
"I love you too, Icarus."