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[enjoltaire-is-canon]

Mortal Apollo

“Why are you even bothering with all of this?” Snapped Grantaire gestured around the room, “What’s the point? Sure, some people will rise, but they’ll all abandon you when you the government interferes, and the want? You’ll get killed and they’ll forget you, won’t even mourn you!”

Hurt flashed across Enjolras’s face, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. “Next week, same time.” He muttered before storming off, leavening a defining silence in his wake.

After a moment the others started filing out -quietly, save for the occasional chair scrape- until it was only the les amis left. They were all sitting sitting the same table.

“You should apologize to him,” Combferre said, turning to Grantaire the moment the door swung shut behind the last person.

“For what? The truth?” And with that he took off too. Why did Apollo look hurt? He never let his words get into him, always looked down at him with disdain -why did he let his words get to him? Whatever. Everything will be forgotten by tomorrow. That was always the case with them: Argue. Go Home. Forget and repeat.

There was a chill in the air when he steppe out of the Musain, but other than the that everything was silent. He made his way down the road to the bar around the corner but as he passed the alley, a movement caught his eye. Curious, he took out his phone and turned on the flash flight - and froze.

Sitting in the alley -knees pulled against his chest, head buried in between his legs- was Enjolras. The flashlight reflected on his hair made it look more like a golden halo than ever, but for once, that wasn’t what caught Grantaire’s attention. No, it was the violent shaking of Apollo’s shoulders in silent sobs - Apollo, the marble statue -crying? The mere thought of it seemed absurd beyond description, but here he was, witnessing the eighth wonder of the world.

He remained rooted to the ground from a moment, at a loss -for who knew how to comfort a god?- before he walked over to Enjolras and, kneeling beside him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak but Enjolras flung himself at him and squeezed him tightly before he could get a word out.

“Why does he keep doing this?” Said Enjolras between sobs, voice muffled by his shirt. “I get that he doesn’t believe in the cause, thinks it’s doomed, but does he have to make his point in every single meeting?”

He thinks I’m someone else. Should I tell him it’s me? But he’ll just push me off and go back to his apartment and oh God, everyone think I’ve went to apologize to him so no will go after him-

His train of thought was interrupted when Enjolras spoke again. “I love him Ferre, and I know that he knows, I know that he doesn’t love me back, but why does he have to-“ Enjolras broke off and squeezed Grantaire tighter.

Grantaire just hugged him back, rubbing a hand on his back, while pondering over what to do. Apollo, the marble man - loves him? A mere human? Not to mention a drunkard. But if he loved him, then this means he doesn’t hate him, that he actually stand a-

“I’m sorry, it was all just too much,” said Enjolras as he pulled back after ten minutes - and went still, the color draining from his face like an anime character.

Before he could make a move -not that he looked like he’d be able to even if he wanted- Grantaire gripped his arm. “Enjolras I’m-“

“Let me go,” muttered Enjolras to the ground.

“No, just listen to me. Please.” Taking his silence as a yes, Grantaire continued. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier, I took it too far and while I don’t really believe in the cause-“

“Then why do you always come to the meetings? Why bother?” Snapped Enjolras, finally looking up at him.

“-I believe in you,” he continued, “You can do it Enjolras, I know you can.”

“I’m sorry too. I took it too far this time, forgive me?”

It broke Grantaire’s heart -believe it or not, he has one- to see Enjolras like that, so small and quite - so shy. And oh God, this was all his fault.

Grantaire spoke before Enjolras could conclude anything from his silence, “Forgiven,” he smiled.

Enjolras looked up at him once again, smiling this time. “You too,” he said softly, it was barely audible, even in the silence of the middle of the night.

“AndI’msorryaboutthelovething,” blurted Enjolras.

“You might want to repeat that,” Said Grantaire, confused.

“I’m sorry about the love thing,” repeated Enjolras slowly, eyes fixed at a point behind Grantaire. “I know you don’t like me that way, I’ll never act on my feelings, I promise.”

“You know,” said Grantaire, “you really should stop assuming that you’re a know-it-all. Because I love you Apollo, and I’ve always thought you hated me, or -he held up a hand when Enjolras was about interrupt him- extremely dislike me.”

“Huh,” Said Enjolras once he was finished, “looks like I’m not the only self proclaimed know-it-all. I’ve been in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you, R.”

And then it all became too much for Grantaire. Enjolras sitting in front of him, his hand on his bicep, his cheeks flushed, golden hair shining brighter than the sun - He leaned in and sealed the few inches that separated them, causing Enjolras to gasp in surprise, but he started kissing back after a moment.

When they pulled back for air Enjolras’s checks were more flushed than ever, but he looked happier than Grantaire had ever seen him.

“Are you free at six o’clock tomorrow?” Asked Enjolras shyly, staring fixedly at the ground

“The Musain?”

Enjolras smiled, and looking up, said: “It’s date.”

“A date. With Apollo.” Said Grantaire, awed.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Huh?”

“Apollo. God’s don’t have a break down in an alley and wine about the man they love.”

Grantaire heart skipped a beat at the word love, but he just said, “No, they don’t. That’s why you’re my mortal Apollo.”

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Blood Ties and Dark Desires by Ms Shay X Pear

Bellatrix had chosen a subtle and wickedly devious form of punishment. Noticing how he reacted when she had kissed him on the neck in the tower; she had decided to tease him at every opportunity. Every time she was near him she would glance at him seductively, lick her lips, run her hands through her long wavy hair, run her fingers suggesting along her collarbone or lower her voice to husky purr. Unfortunately for Draco, the fact that Malfoy Manor was now the official headquarters for the Death Eater's meant that there was no way to avoid her. She was driving him half mad with sexual frustration. And the worst part of it was that he knew fully well she was doing it just to torment him, knowing that he could never act on it. She had chosen her punishment perfectly. As long as she was careful not to let anyone else catch her at it he couldn't do a thing. How could he tell anyone that he was lusting after his Aunt?

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