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enjoltaire marching band au!

i know i don’t post my writing on tumblr much anymore but! this fic has recently become my newest favorite thing so yeah! drum major enjolras, tenor sax grantaire, she-band-igans galore. click here to read :)

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The Best-Friend Trapping by ElizabethisjustaKitten

Grantaire was looking at him expectantly, his arms now crossed over his chest. Enjolras made himself take a deep breath and pulled out the ring box, holding it on his palm to Grantaire. There was a minute of stunned silence and Enjolras could swear Grantaire’s face went pale. “What-?”

Here’s some fresh chapter two feeling and bed sharings! Yay me, writing hurt/comfort stuff and emotional turmoils instead of doing work.

The Best-Friend Trapping

Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire, Combeferre/Courfeyrac

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst, Breakups, mentions of anxiety disorder and depression, parent trap AU - but not really, Some Fluff, Sharing a Bed, dramatic gays being dramatic

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: After two of his best friends break up, Enjolras’ life is falling apart. Thankfully, Grantaire is there to offer a helping hand and a plan.

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In which the reader is made miserable

Grantaire wakes up to the sound of people - no, his friends- screaming. He looks around, a bit lost, still feeling slightly dizzy. Then he remembers; today is the day. He stands up and barely pays attention to his spinning head. He can't think. He can't even see. He's so hungover. "You may kill us but you will only make our names History." Enjolras. The voice comes from upstairs. Kill us? Did someone- no, impossible. Men fell for Hell in the name of love but never would they send it to hell. He climbed the steps, his vision still blurry. And there he was. Near the table under the window. The one they all had been sitting at twice a week for the last year. All of them except himself; no, Grantaire always preferred the back of the room. His gaze scanned the room and he got a glimpse of his sketchbook lying on the floor. It was open on his last drawing, still unfinished. It was a picture of all of them, still a doodle, lines weren't even and the faces of his friends were blurry but still recognizable. And in the center, Apollo. A fond expression painted on his face as he was looking at his friends. An expression so different from the one he was wearing now. Enjolras looked... scared. No, no, not scared. Just sad. A few policemen were facing him, guns brandished in his direction. Blood on their hands, they hold the arms that would make even more bleed. After a moment of silence during which no one acknowledged his presence, Grantaire thought of running away. It was so easy. He could just leave, marry a nice girl, be happy. Be alive. He used to be the one welcoming death in their group but now he was the only one left, reaching for life. "Vive la République! I belong to it," was all he said. Enjolras looked at him and he only looked even sadder. R made his way through the men and reached for his Apollo, the only thing he would reach through life and death. "R, what are you-" A shot interrupted them. It was directed towards the wall, just a way to remind them of the situation. A shot so easily born, lives so easily killed. Grantaire's eyes didn't leave the leader's face. His boyfriend's face. The one he couldn't believe was in love with him. The one he had thought of leaving so many times to let him make history. Because drunkards don't make history.

"Will you permit it?" he eventually asked.

Enjolras took his hand and gently squeezed it. He belonged to France, he belonged with him.

And the blonde's eyes were soft on him. They sang the saddest of songs. A love song, once sung by a gay man who died loving. Because sometimes embracing who you were meant losing the life you fought for. "R, I lov-" Shots. Muting the words, changing them. Enjolras fell back, he used his last strengths to keep hold of Grantaire's hand. He eventually let it go as well as his fight. And everything seemed over. The battle was, the revolution was, Les Amis were. Grantaire felt his hand go cold from Apollo's missing warmth. He lowered his eyes, tried to find the light people talked about. But with the God of light faded the day and the only thing he saw was a picture on the floor, covered in blood. One that felt happy but only reflected life under the veil of death anymore.

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@elnawen so I wrote the enjoltaire scene. Enjoy. :)

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Could you recommend any exr fics that are like super pining and angsty idk I'm just lowkey dying bc I can't find any rn. THANKS

Oh you BET I can. Some of them have happy endings, some don’t. In (very vague) order of angst level:

Stereoscopic by tellthemstories [Oneshot, for the time being]Enjolras is away on a year-long internship when he figures out his feelings.La Résistance by edgewareroad [Chapter Fic] Beautiful Hogwarts AU where Les Amis are part of the French resistance in the Marauder’s era (or whatever the HP fandom calls that). It’s very clever, but it parrallels Brick canon. You’ve been warned.

Too Afraid To Love You by kkingofthebeach [Chapter Fic]Lvl 20 pining!jolras in a modern (London?) AU setting featuring what I like to call “Dark Grantaire” (Not complete, but recently updated)

Shadow On My Mind by lady_ragnell[One-shot]Secret agent AU where R is MIA and presumed dead. Enjolras doesn’t take it well. I think that’s all I need to say.

Maybe In Another Universe I Deserve You by flaneuse[One-shot]”Enjolras will never stop finding causes to die for, and Grantaire will never stop dying for Enjolras.” That’s the summary. Knock yourself out.

The Ghost of You by luchia [One-shot]Ghost!jolras!!!!Silence Is the Speech of Love by lady_ragnell[One-shot]Modern Greek mythology AUParis Burning by thecitysmith [One-shot]Super cool and beautifully written canon-era au where Grantaire is the personification of Paris. Not so much pining, but super angsty

The Subtle Grace of Gravity by samyazaz [Chapter Fic]Grantaire is a spaceship with the curse of Medusa. (God, I love this fandom)

These Things Take Time by sonhoedesrazao [Chapter Fic] Just your good, old-fashion college AU slow build pinging angst fic.But Paris Was a Very Old City and We Were Young by GingerNinjaAbi [Chapter Fic] Same as above, but set in Paris.

You’re Salt Sea Home by kiyala [One-shot] Selkie!taire

And, of course, Forget Me Not by Opium_du_Peuple (@just-french-me-up) [Chapter Fic]If an amnesia fic isn’t the best breeding ground for pinging and angst then I don’t know what is (Still in-progress. Come suffer with the rest of us)I know there are a heap more that I’m forgetting, there were just some of my all-time favourite’s from the top of my head. Hopefully it should keep you going for a while :)

This whole endeavour has taught me the importance of bookmarking.