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”Just lie here and talk about us”, Combeferre suggested. ”And maybe kiss a little more.” He put a single finger on Enjolras’ soft lips, smiling shyly. “When did you know? That you want me like this?”

Enjolras took his moment to consider it, biting his inner cheek. This was a question he should have foreseen, but hadn't somehow - he had spent way too much time thinking about them doing things to each other that completely ignored that they would have to talk about that too. "I don't know. Not too long ago, I think. And sometimes people... assumed things about us, and that got me thinking." he said, shrugging. He had thought about kissing his finger, but he wasn't sure if that would be appropriate. He didn't know anything anymore; he needed an instructions book. "And you?"

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Grantaire was shaking all over and the pain in his leg was forgotten as he was suddenly confronted with the very real, very terrifying possibility of losing Enjolras right in his arms in a matter of moments. Suddenly, he noticed the blood, Enjolras’ blood, on his hands and he felt sick. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be. Or if it was, there had to be some way out of it.

"It’s not fine," he choked out. He knew that there was no way he could carry Enjolras all the way to a hospital, and their med student friends where nowhere to be seen. Grantaire couldn’t fix him himself, either— he had no medical training whatsoever, and would probably only make things worse. "It’s not."

They couldn’t stay there; it was dangerous. But they were both injured, and what if moving Enjolras only made whatever it was that was that was hurting him worse? At a total loss of what to do and feeling absolutely useless, Grantaire held Enjolras close as tears began to well up in his eyes. “We’ll…God, I don’t know, Enjolras, but you can’t die. You can’t.”

Enjolras shook his head, and somehow the movement triggered him coughing blood. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and the feeling of himself on his skin made him feel even sicker than he already was. He didn't know what to do, how to help himself - or how to help Grantaire, for that matter, because he seemed to be hurt too and he was being so selfish in ignoring others' pains for the sake of his own.

"Grantaire, it's okay. I don't mind." he said, though that was a lie. He minded, and a lot, but he had to make up for the fact that Grantaire was hurting too and not caring for himself. "If you want to go out and look for someone to fix you, it's-" another cough, tinting his lips scarlet. "It's fine. It's probably better. I can't ask you to stay with me." but he did want to ask, he did, and he hated that he couldn't. But was that how he wanted to be remembered? As the selfish young man who forced his loved one to feel as his skin turned pale and cold?

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okay so i'm back from my two-week depression-filled hiatus and i am so sorry. i'm going to be replying to stuff now but i completely understand if you want to drop them. again, apologies.

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"No, it’s not fair at all." Courfeyrac held Enjolras close. "Come on, let’s get some coffee and sit down, yeah. That’s a good idea." He had promised to text all of the others as soon as there was word, though he was pretty sure Joly wasn’t going anywhere, and Bossuet wouldn’t go anywhere if Joly wasn’t. "Hospital coffee is kind of crap, but it’s better than nothing." He stayed close to Enjolras. "This is not karma, it’s just messed up."

He nodded, his legs shaking a little as he went to look for coffee - it did taste awful and he hated it, and yet took several cups at a time. He needed to stay awake. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if Combeferre woke up and he was sleeping. "I know it is. Do you?" he said, looking at him for a moment. He wanted to let out his anger on someone. "You're talking as if you believe it's karma and is reassuring yourself otherwise."

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"A little", he admitted. "But I am also too excited to fall asleep." It was so, so nice to lie together like this. Combeferre pulled a blanket over them and rubbed one if his feet gently against Enjolras’. "How about you?"

Enjolras bit his lip as he considered the question. "I'm not about to fall asleep either." he said, humming and adjusting so they'd be as close as they could possibly be, all while rubbing his feet nicely against Combeferre's too. "What do you want to do?"

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"Now is really not the best time to be arguing with me." Grantaire spoke quietly, trying to calm his own nerves while trying to figure out what was wrong with Enjolras at the same time. The logical part of him knew that him panicking would not help either of them in their situation, but another part of him knew that something was horribly wrong— and the latter was making it harder to breathe. If something were to happen to Enjolras…

While he was trying to figure it out, however, he realized that Enjolras was slipping out of consciousness. His blood froze and his heart all but stopped. All of his nightmares and worst-case scenarios were becoming a reality. Enjolras was hurt. Badly. And they were stranded, with no idea of where their friends or anyone else who could help were. This had to be a nightmare. It had to be.

"Stop it. This wasn’t your fault," he managed, trying his best to meet Enjolras’ eyes as he squeezed the other man’s hand. They would get through this. Enjolras couldn’t die. Grantaire was not one for optimism, but this wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. “Enjolras, tell me what’s wrong. I…we’ll get out of here. I promise.”

Enjolras didn't want Grantaire to suffer with what he was losing him - he was so, so sure he was about to die, but at least it was like this, by his side, holding his hand and hearing his voice. Of course he had always thought someone would make him a martyr by shooting him in the middle of his speeches, or executed him after being held in prison, but this was okay too. For on e his personal life came before the cause.

"Shh. It's fine. It's fine. You're here." he breathed, and everything hurt more with every syllable he spoke. But he was trying to go on to get him some... Something. Things went dark for a moment and he almost collapsed to the front, but forced himself to go back and lean against the wall again, shivering even more.

He opened and closed his eyes, first to make sure he was still able to and then because it was too much of a bother to keep them open. "Something is cutting me inside out."

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”If I was unhappy, I wouldn’t have called this amazing”, Combeferre replied. He gave Enjolras another kiss, this time on the cheek, and smiled. “A few minutes ago I was under the impression you’d always see me only as a friend and now look what we are doing! I’m very happy.” He put his arms around him, thinking about how all this would continue in the next days and months; Combeferre was sure they could be happy together and with a little luck they would be it for a long time.

At that, Enjolras could do little but smile, encouraged by the way Combeferre talked, as if this was so great, as if he was a better kisser than anyone else Combeferre had ever kissed. "I'm very happy too." he said, unable to contain his smile, and shuffled closer like he thought Combeferre wanted him to. Their legs tangled together, and he giggled to his cheek, then humming slightly. "Are you tired?"

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"Are you jealous?"

Harshly, almost meaningly, Enjolras shook his head, flipping through his book with anger clear in his gestures. "No. Why? Do I have reason to be?"

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Everything about it was exciting; being so close to each other, holding each other, their mouths moving together. Combeferre leant slowly back, pulling Enjolras down with him, but not stopping to kiss him. He only broke away when they were lying down. “Oh god, this is amazing”, he laughed a little breathless. “Is it like you expected?”

Enjolras' wasn't quite on top of him, their hips pretty much disconnected, but the simple implication of the position made him shiver with excitement already. He smiled down at him, laughed, and leaned their foreheads together. "I don't think I had enough time to form any type of expectations." he said honestly. "But- I think even if I had, this would have been better." he licked his lips, pausing. "I doubt it's like you expected. I'm not so good at this."

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Grantaire took Enjolras’ hand once he’d dragged himself close enough and almost collapsed on the sidewalk next to him. The pain in his leg had gotten worse, and he knew he’d probably only injured himself even more in the process of trying not to get trampled. But none of that mattered at the moment. Something was wrong, very wrong. Was Enjolras crying?

"Enjolras?" he asked, trying to keep his tone calm but failing miserably. Worry and concern bled through it, and his anxieties only increased the more he noticed how off Enjolras was. He didn’t just seem shaken by what happened at the rally, because anyone would’ve been; no, there seemed to be something else wrong, and it was probably physical.

"We need to get out of here," Grantaire said suddenly, half to himself and half to Enjolras. Neither of them were in any condition to move, but being on a sidewalk not far from a riot was not a good place to be— especially when one of both of them were injured. As much as he wanted to go back and search for their friends, Grantaire also knew that he had to get Enjolras somewhere safe and find out what had happened to him.

After a moment, which he needed to properly process what Grantaire had said, his eyes widened in worry and almost fear. Of course Grantaire was right, they needed to get out to somewhere safe, or at least Grantaire should - but Enjolras was sure he wouldn't survive the journey. And it became clear that Grantaire hadn't realised what was wrong with him, even if he seemed aware that there was something.

"But you're injured. I don't think we can go anywhere." he said softly, looking almost pleadingly at him. He leaned to him as if he was going to say something else, but the glass seemed to hit another part of him and he felt like fainting instead, relying on Grantaire's shoulder for support. He was trembling.

After a few moments of going in and out, his eyelids fluttering as he tried to regain consciousness, Enjolras managed to organise his thoughts just enough to manage a simple phrase. He clung to Grantaire's hand as much as he could, which turned out to be not much at all. "Sorry, R, I messed up everything." he cried, teary eyes staring at the street instead of him.

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; okay but i really want a verse in which enjolras in asexual but he starts dating grantaire and doesn’t tell him that, and it’s only after several months that he says he doesn’t care much for sex even thou they’ve had lots of it and then idk?? would any grantaire or enjolrati be up for this?

; okay but i really want a verse in which enjolras in asexual but he starts dating grantaire and doesn't tell him that, and it's only after several months that he says he doesn't care much for sex even thou they've had lots of it and then idk?? would any grantaire or enjolrati be up for this?

veneration-and-despair

HP AU where Grantaire is a werewolf who got stuck in the Room of Requirements for years after three incidents where he accidentally attacked other students while in werewolf form. Out of fear, he isolated himself in the room. Nobody was able to find him. Les Amis, who never knew he was a werewolf, was forced to give up after half a decade passed, as it was difficult to continue their search after graduation and people wanted to protect the image of the school. It was simply assumed that he had a bout with the werewolf and they destroyed each other, as the werewolf incidents stopped too. So he was forgotten for a long time, but the RoR supplied everything he needed to survive, although it never showed the way out.

Then Enjolras, who becomes a professor at Hogwarts, finds the door to the RoR. It’s been a really long night of paper-grading and there’s only a an hour or two left before the students are up and about again. Enjolras has never seen the RoR door before, even after his years as a student and now as a professor at Hogwarts. Out of curiosity, he opens the door and enters.

But it is a full moon that night, so Grantaire is in werewolf form and attempts to attack Enjolras. He fails, as the RoR reshaped itself into a cage to keep Grantaire from hurting anybody. Enjolras is about to report this to the headmaster, but then day breaks and Grantaire is human again. Even after all these years, Enjolras recognizes him. How could he not recognize him? It was Grantaire, with his mop of unruly hair and dark skin and by Merlin’s beard it’s been so many years and he finally, finally found him. He patches R up and stays with him until he awakens, cradling Grantaire’s scarred body against his own.

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I DID SO MANY REPLIES TODAY I'M REALLY PROUD OF MYSELF but all good must come to an end so i'm going to bed lol who am i kidding no one cares so goodnight