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by downtheroadandupthehill
Works included: 7 | Word count: 16,309 | Explicit
Along his forehead and the back of his neck, his blond curls are damp with sweat. “Brother Grantaire.”
(It is always Brother Grantaire, until they touch themselves or one another and Enjolras loses track of the title somewhere on Grantaire’s tongue.)
by lesbianteenager
Words: 5744 | Teen
In which Grantaire becomes a reluctant member of the debate club (but we all really know he's only there to try and get into Enjolras' pants).
Grantaire crosses his arms, sulking. “I don’t want to be a part of your stupid debate team, Enjolras,” the teenager gripes loudly, rolling his eyes to the ceiling of Lesgles’ basement. “The sheer dorkiness alone will fatally wound my reputation.”
“You don’t have a reputation,” Enjolras retorts. “And it’s not dorky, it’s… debate! It’s like organized fighting.”
“There is, actually,” Feuilly interjects, “already a name for the specimen you just described, and that name would be war.” Prouvaire crows with laughter and high-fives Feuilly at what was admittedly a terrible joke, and Enjolras glares at them both.
by SuspenDisbelief
Words: 8436 | Mature
Grantaire had amazing friends, a stoner goddess roommate, and his art was finally starting to get some notice. Enjolras' question still echoed in his head, though. Why couldn't that be enough? The only response was, of course, to light a joint on the fire escape and just try to make it through the day.
“Yeah?” Eponine raised her back straight and tall, not giving a damn about the sketch any longer, “How about you? E and R’s very first date. Go.”
“Sorry, dearest, but that’s where you and I differ.” He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and leaned back on his chair so he was balanced on only two legs, “I don’t waste time pretending it could work.”
by missandrogyny
Words: 5,523
Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.
Enjolras still doesn't know how this happened.
One second, Courfeyrac was bounding into his flat and onto his sofa, rambling about flats and landlords and Grantaire, of all things, and the next he's leaving with a cheery wave, his phone open to an unfinished text message, and an instruction not to be mean to Grantaire when he moves in.
Enjolras is left staring at his retreating figure, wondering what the hell is happening to his life.
by sunflowerbright
Words: 6,873 | Teen
“Grantaire's not late,” Courfeyrac looks like the cat that ate the canary. “He’s on a date.”
The sheet of paper in Enjolras' hand promptly slips out and falls to the floor.
“What?”
”This was all part of my plan,” Courfeyrac will say later, and no-one will believe him, because really.
But that is, of course, not how it starts. No, it starts with a cache of fireworks and a really hot summer-day.
by ecrituredelafangirl Words: 8,926 | Teen
Enjolras wasn’t oblivious. He wasn’t.
He just sometimes fails to notice Grantaire and the things that happen when he and Grantaire are together.
(Or A Progression in Enjolrasian Feelings)
“You know… We’re the two most unconventional looking of our friends,” Enjolras mused several moments later, and Grantaire’s eyes were on him in a flash, sharp once more. “I mean… I look like a teenaged girl. And you… I guess… I dunno – nothing seems to go together on your face,” and Enjolras missed the way Grantaire’s nostrils flared, the way his eyes dropped dejectedly back to the countertop, “and somehow it works.”
by missandrogyny
Words: 7,107 | Teen
Apparently their city seems to have acquired some sort of superhero.
Like, a Batman in Gotham City. Only they're not in Gotham City, and no one knows what this guy is actually called.
He just shows up, kicks ass, fights crime, rescues people from falling buildings and burning houses and helping little old ladies cross the street.
Oh, and he also exposes the corrupt dealings of government officials while he's at it. And he apparently has like, blonde hair or something. That's what all the eyewitnesses said.
It's so absurd and so out of a comic book that Grantaire wants to laugh.
"Hey R, when the cops asked you what happened, you didn't by any chance accidentally call the superhero 'Blondie', did you?"
"....Oops."
by tellthemstories
Words: 5607 | Mature
Grantaire is drinking when the doorbell rings.
- - -
It’s been seven years since the death of Lamarque, the death that set the ball rolling, but what happened next was entirely their fault.
They had pushed too hard, too fast, and the country hadn’t been ready. No one had been ready. The revolution had caught and held strong and as a result the government had retaliated in the worst possible way, trying to put them all down with a strong, decisive move, countering the riots with tear gas and guns then locking people up and sentencing them without trial. But Enjolras had prepared for that.
He had prepared for everything, at first.
