Hii I love your writting! do you by any chance take fic prompts? if you don't, please ignore this, but if you do, would you consider exr meet by chance at a coffee shop where E is studying and R is waiting for a date, they meet eyes and flirt a bit but then R's date arrives and it ends up being a friend in common. Cue pining and flirting and pining some more bc R's date didn't go well but E doesn't want to mess with his friend's potential relationships. All good if you're not up for writing it, at least I got to share this cute idea with someone!!
I’m really not taking prompts at the moment because I still have 7 giveaway fics to write, but this ask made me think about which of Enjolras’s friends Grantaire could possibly be on a date with, and, well…
Date is a generous word, for one.
It’s what Grantaire tells Enjolras, of course, because even though he should be lying and saying that he is 100% open and available, he somehow can’t bring himself to fully lie to the beautiful stranger so blurts out a semblance of truth: “Oh, I’m waiting on a date.”
Dinner preceding hookup as facilitated by Grindr is more accurate, if more crass, and honestly Grantaire should’ve just said that because then the hot guy would be thinking about him naked and in Grantaire’s experience, there’s very little downside to that.
But he doesn’t say that, just like he doesn’t see a brief flash of disappoint cross the guy’s face at the news. But as a casual hello to a hot stranger stretches into a full-on conversation, he would have to be blind to miss the look on the blond’s face when Grantaire finally asks him, “What’s your name, by the way?” at the exact moment someone entering the coffee shop shouts, “Enjolras?”
Of course it’s Grantaire’s date, and apparently a friend of Enjolras’s to boot, and all too soon Enjolras is waving them off with a forced, “Enjoy your date!” and Grantaire is wondering how soon into said date would it be rude to ask this guy to ignore the (solicited! And reciprocated!) dick pic so that he can go back to find Enjolras again.
But for maybe the first time in Grantaire’s life, luck is on his side, because this is the Worst period Date period Ever. The guy is rude, and boorish, openly flirts with their waitress, takes a phone call at their table five minutes into the date, and then tells Grantaire, in graphic detail, about his most recent “conquest”.
Grantaire has never chugged a beer so quickly in his entire life, which given, y’know, everything about him, is saying something.
“It’s been, uh, real,” he says, grabbing his jacket. “See you, uh…yeah. See you.”
Not even an hour after he left, he’s back at the café, giving Enjolras a sheepish grin. “Back so soon?” Enjolras asks, surprised.
Grantaire just shrugs. “Didn’t work out,” he says, before throwing caution to the wind and adding, “But I thought this might.”
Outside the café, Courfeyrac leans his head against Combeferre’s shoulder. “Thanks for calling when I texted you saying I needed an interruption,” he says.
“No problem,” Combeferre says, glancing down at him. “Are you going to explain?”
“Dark-haired guy in there with Enjolras was my date tonight,” Courfeyrac tells him.
Courfeyrac nods. “Yeah. Took one look at the way Enjolras was looking at him and, well, knew I needed to get that date over with. And it’s not easy, you know.”
“What’s not easy?” Combeferre asks, amused.
“Making a date with me bad,” Courfeyrac says, like it’s obvious. “I am a goddamned delight and anyone would be lucky to have me, and it takes a lot to overcome that.”
Combeferre rolls his eyes fondly. “I’m sure it does,” he says patiently. “And whatever else you are, you’re a good friend. Now c’mon. Let’s let Enjolras have his date.”
“You mean my date,” Courfeyrac grumbles.
“Sure. Let’s let Enjolras have your date.”
