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The Drunk Leading the Blind by juanjoltaire (wordcount: 29,189)

When Enjolras is maced at a protest, he is left blinded, unclear whether or not he will recover. Grantaire volunteers himself as Enjolras's seeing-eye dog to guide him through his everyday life, while Enjolras remains clueless about how Grantaire feels about him.

[darrenandaaron]

Take This Lonely Heart by anivhee (wordcount: 24,860)

Enjolras has always been blessed with strong convictions. For one, he's positive he's not the type to dabble in casual hookups. And more importantly, Enjolras is sure Grantaire doesn't see him as relationship material.

But as it turns out, just because you're certain doesn't mean you're right.

[darrenandaaron]

The Wisdom to Know the Difference by zade (wordcount: 10,529)

“I’m not sure what happened,” Grantaire admits to Combeferre. His arm is in a cast, and he can feel the tight stretch on stitches on his forehead, but the most pertinent problem really is the panic growing in his belly. His drawing arm is in a cast. The arm he uses to make art, the only part of him that really truly needs to be functional for him to have the future he wants, and it’s in a cast, and he has no idea what he did.

Combeferre’s face turns concerned. “Your head wound didn’t look bad enough for a concussion…” He pauses, eyebrows near touching in thought. He grabs Grantaire’s chart off the bed and flips through it. The tension leaves his eyebrows and they instead skyrocket towards his hairline. “Your blood alcohol level was extremely high, Grantaire. Do you remember drinking?” -- For The March Hair, based on a heart wrenching picture

[darrenandaaron]

They Deserve to Get Each Other by sigh_no_more (wordcount: 4,032)

Jehan looked so miserable at getting Grantaire, the other Amis most infamous for being a difficult person to present shop for that Courfeyrac said, “If it makes you feel better, I got Enjolras.”

Jehan let out a bark of laughter. “That does make me feel better.”

“They're both impossible.”

“They deserve to get each other .”

Courfeyrac gasped. “They do deserve to get each other.”

Courfeyrac and Jehan are either the best or worst Secret Santas, depending on who you ask.

[taptrial2]

some local ducklings, my babycat sooty, and my giant african land snails wick 'n' wes!

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OH YEAH NOW THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT.... LOCAL DUCKLINGS................... also tell your snails i love them.... these images r so delightful. duckies. kitty. snail. who says you cant have it all

[darrenandaaron]

The Slow Burn by Ark (wordcount: 9,310)

Kissing can be as good as sex because it contains all the promise of the act and little of the risk. Kissing turns on the body, dusts off the brain, nourishes the soul. Kissing is the chicken soup of sex. Grantaire could stay like this all night or forever, curled up with Enjolras on the couch, licking into his mouth. On TV, a Santa Claus is in a wacky situation. Outside, snow is falling fast.

[darrenandaaron]

The Prince and The Painter by duckgirlie (wordcount: 18,769)

Once upon a time in a Kingdom far far away, there was a Prince in a tower, cursed to sleep until woken by his true love. The King and Queen had nearly given up hope, fearing true love was out of his reach.

Until one day, a stranger arrived in the kingdom.

[darrenandaaron]

The “Stop Being Such A Fucking Mess” Agenda by dannyPURO (wordcount: 3,425)

Grantaire has a plan: he’s going to ask Enjolras out on a date, and then kiss him exactly once, maybe just on the cheek. Enjolras will say no to the date. Enjolras will gently but coldly rebuke him. And then Grantaire will make himself get over him.

It’s actually one small section of what he affectionately calls his "Stop Being Such A Fucking Mess" plan, but, admittedly, it’s an important one. Being hopelessly, desperately in love with Enjolras hasn’t exactly made him feel particularly good about himself, nor has it made him drink less, nor has it made him go to sleep early instead of staying up all night painting somebody he can never have.