Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (2012), Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy, Combeferre/Éponine Thénardier Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Marius Pontmercy, Cosette Fauchelevent, Gavroche Thénardier, Combeferre (Les Misérables), Éponine Thénardier, Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Joly (Les Misérables), Bossuet Laigle, Jean "Jehan" Prouvaire, Feuilly (Les Misérables), Bahorel (Les Misérables) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff and Angst, Enjolras Was A Charming Young Man Who Was Capable Of Being Terrible, kind of friends to situationship to kind of enemies to kind of lovers, basically a second chance romance, They just need therapy, sad!Enjolras, happy!grantaire, I just love them.... so much, this will also have a big focus on friendship!!, also a love letter to berlin
Summary:
Grantaire moved to Berlin five years ago. He's happy, he gets to be a painter, he has a group of friends whom he adores, he's a well-adjusted adult living his dream life. The best part is, he still keeps in touch with all the Amis. They visit regularly and call often, they didn't stop being a presence in his life just because he's not in Paris anymore.
There is only one person that hasn't visited. For years, it formed a hole in his chest. After some time, he realised he may never fill that hole, but that maybe that was okay, that he could let bad things happen to him and not get stuck in misery. That he didn’t have to let life happen to him just because of the boy he fell in love with at 18.
So when he saw the text at the top of his phone screen he had to steel himself on the pavement and rub at his eyes to make sure he was seeing right. He didn’t feel like the lovestruck 18 year old he was when they met, or even like the hurt and resentful 23 year old he was when he left. He just felt the cold breeze, and half-stared at his phone.
Enjolras [17:03]: Hello Grantaire, it's Enjolras. I will be in Berlin next week - do you know any good hotels around the city centre? Thank you.
Chapter summary:
He tried to look up at the sun, already readying himself for the familiar sting, but it never arrived. Instead, he found a set of blond hair and blue eyes staring back at him, and a brown-haired boy with glasses kneeling down and sitting by his side. The two boys from class, the ones that had defended him.
The one with glasses spoke. “Hello Courfeyrac, can we sit down with you?”
Despite being taken aback, he nodded shyly.
The blond one sat next to his friend. “I’m Enjolras, this is Combeferre.”