Alternate Universe

Enjolras should have realized that the kids would try to figure it out. Turns out high school students have nothing better to do than investigate their teachers love lives.

It started with a few lovesick students who thought that they might have a chance with the scarily-hot political science teacher before their friends crushed their dreams by pointing out that Enjolras was both out of their league and probably taken.

From then on, it became his students’ mission to find out if Enjolras was dating anyone. It hadn’t taken Enjolras long to realize that his students were weird, but this was reaching a whole new level.

Someone overheard (eavesdropped on) Enjolras talking on the phone before school and heard him sign off with “I love you,” which was damning enough to launch an investigation into WHO it was that Enjolras loved.

Mr. Combeferre frowned and shook his head when the kids questioned him. “I’m not going to spill my friend’s secrets. Now run along,” he had said, but one of the kids noticed the edge of a smile on his lips.

Mr. Courfeyrac just laughed when he was asked. “You know who you should ask about this? R. You should ask Grantaire about this.”

Most of the other teachers seemed to agree. There was nothing left to do but go to Enjolras’s sworn enemy.

The art teacher nearly fell out of his chair when his students asked him who Enjolras was dating. “That’s a fantastic question. Who could that ice-cold, pretentious asshole possibly date?”

“Probably someone as beautiful and emotionally cut-off as he is,” one of the kids said wistfully.

“Mmhmm”

“She probably killed her pet goat when she was seven for sustenance and didn’t shed a tear.”

“That’s honestly the only logical possibility,” Grantaire agreed.

The rest of Grantaire’s class for the day turned into character design of Enjolras’s alleged lover. After that, most of the kids resigned themselves to never solving the mystery.

After school, Grantaire went to Enjolras’s classroom. “Were you aware that your wife killed her family pet as a child so that she wouldn’t starve to death?”

“Oh really?” Enjolras said. “I was told that she was a Russian spy.”

Grantaire wrapped his arms around Enjolras’s waist. “Maybe she’s both,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Enjolras’s lips.

They didn’t notice the student standing at the door. The school went wild.

anonymous asked:

E/R werewolf/vampire au? who is the werewolf and who is the vampire? how do they fall in love?

You know that common trope of “Vampires are rich and classy, elegant seductor, while werewolves are poor, unstable, and scruffy?

Yeah, fuck that.

Enjolras is a werewolf by birth, and his family are a proud family of Pure Bred werewolves. They’re like… REALLY proud of it and consider themselves better than humans even though keeping your blood pure is… well… you know the gist about pure breeds and what it does. Enjolras doesn’t agree, and wants to help humans, who have no idea they exist and pretty much pull the strings of a lot of corporations.

Grantaire is a vampire, and has been one for centuries. That’s why hee’s so cynic. He’s seen it all, and humans never seem to change for the better. That’s also how he knows SO MUCH about many cultures and architectures and just… SO MUCH. He’s been everywhere! People think he drinks a lot of wine. He actually doesn’t.

Vampires and werewolves don’t hate each other, and werewolves can’t detect vampires. Vampires, on the other hand, can recognise werewolves because they’re warmer and their pulse is faster.

Grantaire knows exactly what Enjolras is upon first meeting him. Enjolras just thinks Grantaire is uncommonly cold in temperature.

I don’t know how they fall in love YET, I’ll think about it.

Literally just targeted Keith in a fic, so I’m going to go with Enj for this one!

For @fevers-and-flus who you guys should also give much love to!!

“Summer is the devil,” Grantaire groans as he slams the apartment door open, shooting a piercing glare to the rapidly blinking thermostat. He drops his keys in the key tray resting on a side table beside the door then moves toward the broken device, jabbing his index finger at the buttons. “Summer is the devil, and you are supposed to be my savior,” he spits out at the thermostat.

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Day 4: Alternate Universe

This is a part of a Great Comet AU that’s been swimming around in my head for a while. It might turn into something bigger, but for now, enjoy.


“Don’t speak to me like that,” he said. Enjolras was trembling. His skin was still pale, his lips still dry. But perhaps that was a consequence of arsenic. “I’m…not worth it. I ran off with him, I left my betrothed, I…”

“Stop.” Grantaire pushed his spectacles back up his nose. “You’re still young; you have your whole life before you.”

“No.” His hands were fisting in the thin nightshirt that . “All is over for me.” The skin under his blue eyes was red and wet, and Grantaire longed for nothing more than to press his fingers against that skin, to gently wipe those tears away, to see him smile…

“All over.” He shook his head, clasped his hands, and took a breath.

“If…if I were not myself…but the brightest…handsomest…best man on earth…” there was so much regret. So much regret for the life he had lived, for not leaving the wife he never loved, for the alcohol and self-pity he drowned himself in every night. For gazing at the marble man from afar and never approaching him with his love as an offering.

“And if I were free, I…”

Enjolras’ gaze was wide and blue.

“I would get down on my knees this minute and ask you for your hand.” Grantaire sighed. “And for your love.”

Enjolras was crying. But these were a different kind of tear. Tears of gratitude. Tears of tenderness. Tears of thanks.

His hand cupped Grantaire’s cheek and a warmth spread through Grantaire finer than the tingling of vodka. A warmth that filled the dimly lit room and penetrated the Russian winter.

How wonderful it felt to love.

Enjolras left the room smiling.

Okay Les Mis fandom, but has anyone ever considered an Enjoltaire The Mummy AU? Obviously I mean the 1999 The Mummy with Brendan Fraser. I mean, Grantaire as the dashingly sarcastic and witty swashbuckler, helping overly enthusiastic about Egyptian history librarian Enjolras out on his desert adventure. 

Or honestly, take almost any pairing from Les Amis for it and it would be great.

I’m so sick of this stigma that theatre geeks’ favorite musicals can’t be High School Musical or Les Mis or Wicked or Phantom or Hamilton or any other popular musicals. Like. There is a reason it is popular, and that’s because it’s good.

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Well... It's for ExR week... Thank for reading ^*^ (it's in 11 parts)

Grantaire drives, his child sitting in the backseat, his girlfriend next to him. The road is not really long, but he don’t like making the way back alone, so Floréal is here. Antoine looks through the window, he recognizes its surroundings. He loves Paris, even if he prefers the South and its olive trees that his dad paints nostalgically.

Suddenly, the car slows down right in front of a building. -Tu crois que je peux aller dans la cours? L'autre fois le concierge n'était pas là, mais bon… asks his father to Floréal. He likes Floréal: she’s beautiful, and sweet, and smells like spring’s air. She has something from the sun, and something from the flowers, and when his dad wins a boxing match, he says that he won it for her, and he finds that so cool.

Finally, they enter in the inner courtyard, where are already parked two motorbikes. Against a wall a tall blond man waits, looking severe. Antoine wave his hand at him, hoping that he sees him. The man seems to smile, and raise his hand. The car stops, and while his father get out of it to take his stuffs in the trunk, he hugs Floréal and give her a kiss on the cheek.

Then, Grantaire opens him the door, which Antoine can’t open himself because of the baby’s security. As soon as he put his foots on the ground that he runs toward the tall blond man, squatted at his height. -PAPAAAAAA!, he yells, as his second dad receive him. -Viens-là gamin!, says him, as he lift him, with a cheerful smile on his face.

His other dad is following, dragging Antoine’s suitcase behind him. His two dads make each other two kisses on the cheek, and the short blend of Grantaire’s perfume and the smell of Enjolras’s soap disturb Antoine a little. -Bon, je te le laisse… Il a déjà mangé, et si je me souviens bien, Harry Potter passe demain soir sur TF1, et c'est pas encore trop tard pour lui, il n'y a pas de mal.

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