*whispers in your ear* enjolras and grantaire referred to each other as tu instead of vous in the original french text


modern au where enjolras and grantaire meet over the internet but they live on opposite sides of the country. they constantly text, skype and video message each other. enjolras gets often teased by his friends because it’s obvious that he’s very much besotted with r. 

big spoon enjolras wrapping himself around grantaire and nuzzling his into grantaire’s neck, unable to stop touching grantaire in some way when he’s sleeping.

and grantaire adores the surrounding heat of enjolras because he always gets so cold in the night and he loves that his body fits the curve of enjolras’ perfectly


However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. To whom did this anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To the most absolute. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. A sceptic who adheres to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the light like the blind man. The dwarf adores the drum-major. The toad always has his eyes fixed to the heavens. Why? In order to watch the bird in its flight. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras.He had need of Enjolras. 

so i got asked to prom today and the guy who asked me just stopped me, held out his hand and said ‘do you permit it?' and oF FuckiNG COURSE i said yes but more importantly he isn’t even that big on les mis but he had spent hours last night looking up that scene to get it right and he had meant to have someone with a watergun to ‘execute’ us and i don’t care what happens for the rest of my life this is so important because i have reach enjolras status god bless

enjolras walking into the café with hickeys and literally everybody getting up and giving some amount of money to courfeyrac

and then grantaire comes in with his hair ridiculously messed up his shirt riding up on one side and he gives money to courfeyrac

I like to imagine that whenever a production of Les Mis is cast the actors playing Enjolras and Grantaire meet up and ask each other “How gay are we gonna play this?”

I also like to imagine that the answer is almost invariably “Let’s ask the director if we can make out during Marius’ verse in Drink with Me.”

I have accidentally stumbled upon a book with some early drafts of Hugo’s works, and the OFPD scene was there. Roughly translated:

On the first floor they’re about to shoot Enjolras. Grantaire wakes up and says: I am with him. Shoot me.

Enjolras grasps [?] his hand.

'Thank you,' says Gr.

And hold on, just imagine this: Grantaire stands in front of the guns and says “I am with him. Shoot me.” He doesn’t announce his support for the cause, only his allegiance to Enjolras. And it seems that he doesn’t even want to die with him, because he doesn’t feel like he’s worth it. He rather hopes he can die instead of him, or at least before him. As if he was saying “If you want to shoot him, you’ll have to shoot me first.”

Grantaire doesn’t say anything to Enjolras, so he’s probably looking at the soldiers the whole time. And here we have Enjolras, who sees Grantaire, whom he used to scorn so often, consciously choosing to die for him. And acting as if he thought Enjolras would let him be executed right there in front of him. So he has to do something to let him know that he doesn’t really think Grantaire is good for nothing, that he accepts him, that he’s grateful. So he grasps his hand. And Grantaire, surprised, finally looks him in the eyes, and understands everything. And he says: “Thank you.”