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Six Times Enjolras Wasn’t Expecting to Spend Valentine’s With Grantaire (and the one time he did it on purpose) by catharsia (wordcount: 5,916)

Everything goes as planned, right up until the moment they get to the cinema and start queuing for popcorn and the person in the line before them does a slight double take and says, 'Apollo?'

'Grantaire,' says Enjolras in recognition. 'It's been -'

'A year. Exactly. Weird, huh?' Grantaire is smiling, an easy thing that seems to freeze in place a little as he looks at Combeferre. 'Who's this?'

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Soul, Trapped in Canvas by ember_firedrake (wordcount: 21,474)

"Who is it?"

He looks down at his paper. It's the man from his dream, he realizes. It's not a perfect likeness—but the furrowed brow is there, the slope of his nose, the proud curve of his lips. The man’s hair is perhaps wilder in the sketch than in the dream, and he realizes he has spent too long considering how this sketch compares to a man that is a figment of his subconscious.

He smiles wryly at the sketch, and says, "It's Apollo."

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So Glad You’re Back Again by Salomonderiel (wordcount: 3,200)

It's been a while since they left university. Everyone managed to stay in contact for a while, but then you... get swallowed up by other things, responsibilities, work, maturity. The things that kept you together as teenagers don't apply so well, when, this year, you're turning thirty.

But then... sometimes, you see a name at the bottom of an article and remember, and wonder why the hell you ever let them get away from you...

Based on the Noisettes song 'Never Forget You'. No angst. Honestly.

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Sorry, and Other Signs by kiyala (wordcount: 6,817)

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.

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Snowball Into Something Salvageable by jolybird (wordcount: 31,703)

“Okay wait shut up I have an announcement!” Grantaire shouted over the din and Enjolras sat up straighter, eyes wide. He tried to catch the other man's attention with a slight shake of his head. “Wait. Combeferre was complaining about his and Enjolras’ new neighbor having loud sex and it’s glorious.” “Oh.” Grantaire’s mouth clicked shut and he leaned forward in his seat, purposefully not looking at Enjolras. “Which new neighbor?” “We only have one new neighbor, Grantaire.” Enjolras’ voice was short and strained and he pinched the bridge of his nose like everything was too much.

Or

Enjolras and Grantaire never outright lied about their new relationship it was just that everyone jumped to the wrong conclusions.

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Sugar Between my Teeth by ibuzoo (wordcount: 2,478)

“Venti, triple sweet, non-fat, Caramel Macchiato with extra whipped cream and caramel and chocolate drizzle on top.”

There's an awful silence that they underline with occasional breaths and blinks out of long dark eyelashes (which should be forbidden for a guy, really), and it does something to the barista because suddenly his grin turns into a smirk and the edges get sharper, the eyes brighter. He enjoys himself far too much. Fucker.

"What a sweet tooth, huh Apollo?", the man asks again and Enjolras does the first thing that comes to his mind.

He lashes out.

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Salvation Lies Within You by likeiambreathing (wordcount: 3,099) Revelations are made at a boxing day/christmas party with a little help from Courfeyrac and Eponine. Sequined santa hats are worn, drinks are consumed, and Enjolras and Grantaire are seemingly hopeless.

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Sapere Aude by zimriya (wordcount: 5,459) “You know what we should do?” says Courfeyrac. He’s gathered the towel back up and is holding it tightly around his waist. “No,” says the entire group. Courfeyrac pouts for thirty whole seconds, and finally Enjolras relents. He brings a hand to the bridge of his nose and massages the skin there. “Will it get you to put on clothes?” “Yes,” says Courfeyrac.“Fine.” “We should play truth or dare.”