Jun 27, 2020
Mistletoe Macchiato by edgy_fluffball (wordcount: 2,051)
Enjolras is looking for a place to sit and work. He witnesses something that gets his blood boiling.
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Mistletoe Macchiato by edgy_fluffball (wordcount: 2,051)
Enjolras is looking for a place to sit and work. He witnesses something that gets his blood boiling.
... No... She finds herself halting and staring at the spot he once was. He. Her friend. She watched as other people started to be taken...or were they fleeing? She couldn’t tell, she was in a daze.
You’re too weak. Too helpless. Too useless.
The words echoed in her mind.
She felt herself go a bit...numb. All of her thought process went out the window. She felt herself moving before she knew she was doing it in the first place. Her head was down and she was sprinting out of the Power Plant. Her mind didn’t travel to the others...she ran passed them and continued on without even at little glance. She couldn’t stay. She couldn’t.
She had failed.
Make It Last All Year by whittackers (wordcount: 10,067)
Enjolras wasn't in love with the tall, dark, handsome man with the glasses.
A While You Were Sleeping AU
Memory by ivoughrie (wordcount: 13,618)
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.
Maybe In Another Universe I Deserve You by flaneuse (wordcount: 13,587) Enjolras will never stop finding causes to die for, and Grantaire will never stop dying for Enjolras.
Musagetes by defractum (wordcount: 12,928) “You’ve had sex,” says Grantaire, just to clarify. He gives Enjolras an obvious look up and down, as if he’s trying to imagine it right now: Enjolras having sex, Enjolras in the act of having sex. The curve of his mouth gives away his smirk; it’s Grantaire though, so his smirk is two-thirds mocking and one-third self-deprecating. In which Enjolras has sex, has casual sex, and doesn’t talk about it; in which Grantaire speaks better through art.
I feel like it's a Fall Out Boy night.