#poor enj

[preeshera-art]

Day 12 of Janhueary: Pink-Purple

feat. A++ Courfeyrac shade from @opens-up-4-nobody 's fic - go read it, it's the bomb!

[queersunflowers]

Disruptive Harmonica

Enjolras sat down on the couch after a long day, his phone sliding perfectly into his hand. He opened up the Instagram app, mindlessly scrolling and liking posts. Combeferre posted another picture of the library. Courfeyrac posted, yet again, another random photo to please his aesthetic. Jehan posted a quote from a poem they liked and typed out a captain that was too lengthy for Enjolras’ lazy brain to fully read and comprehend.

His thumb scrolled down more and came across a video, posted by Grantaire with the title, ‘a song me and my friend wrote.’ It had a lengthy bit of views and likes, the only other comment being Joly’s, which was just three clapping emojis side by side.

Enjolras had heard Grantaire sing before, he thought he’d give it a go.

Grantaire quickly ‘whooshed’ in front of the camera, a smile dazzling his face. A sparkle somewhere in his eyes. He sat in front of a large window, light only peaking in from the slim space between the thick green curtains. He smirked and looked down at his fingers resting on the neck of a guitar, an acoustic one.

“This,” He smiled, looking so genuine. “Is called Disruptive Harmonica.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes, probably something deep and ‘artsy’ because that’s what Grantaire was after all. It most likely had to deal with some weird symbolism in the lyrics. But Grantaire started to play and his smile mixed with the lovely notes he played, Enjolras sinking further into his couch in relaxation. He played so peacefully and so serenely, Enjolras almost didn’t want him to stop.

Then suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, Éponine pops out from the green curtains and plays a high-pitch, bone-chilling harmonica from behind Grantaire. Her face isn’t shown but Grantaire is almost on the verge of bursting out laughing, his fingers almost losing their spot. This made Enjolras jump in his seat, the screeching didn’t stop at that one note and instead dragged on for a couple more seconds before she slinked back behind the curtains.

Enjolras settled himself back into a comfortable position, missing the slight blush on Grantaire’s smiling face. He was still playing a very lovely tune, no singing at all.

Then it happened again and was just as an equal surprise as the first.

As soon as Éponine popped out and blasted the extremely off-key notes, Grantaire couldn’t hold it back any longer and burst into a fit of laugher. Éponine’s could be heard just before the video cut.

Enjolras was never clicking on a video from him ever again.

[thunderfcknroad]

Combeferre never had braces as a kid. He’s blessed with perfect teeth.

Courfeyrac had braces on his lower teeth for like half a year but he used to get elastics in rainbow colours so he loved it.

Enjolras had upper and lower braces and glasses and long blond hair and was essentially a posterboy for unpopularity

[ask-enjolras-about-france]

Open starter: Enj is ill

Enjolras felt rubbish. His head burned, his throat was sore, he felt nauseous. Buried in three layers of blankets, he clutched a cup of coffee in both of his hands. He was watching trash TV on his sofa. He wouldn't normally, he didn't even know what the hell this was.

He grabbed his phone, texting the first person he could think of.

[Text]: You want to have a film day? x