Heyy, I just woke up with this ridiculous prompt idea (I just thought it would be fun to share). Oblivious boys E/R are always great anyway. Soo imagine one of the boys having really vivid dream one night (sth like love confessions happen there or real feels talk etc.) and later on he forgets that it was only a dream and when he is conscious he acts like he was continuing the dream scenario. While the other is totally shocked (in a positive way though). The look on their faces! / Cheers!
It wasn’t Enjolras’ fault that his reality was sometimes a little bit warped, it was his exams.
Staying up for 50 hours straight and finally falling asleep head first into a textbook and dreaming about having an intense political debate with one or several of Les Amis was unfortunately a regular occurrence during exam period.
One day he shuffled into the Musain pulled Courfeyrac aside and said between sips of coffee “And another thing, the current economical climate is influenced by a number of factors, not just the rising price of Midori cocktails and glitter.”
“Enjolras what the hell are you talking about?”
“We… We were talking about it yesterday? With the duck that was playing chess behind us?”
“Oh. Oh honey, no. No we weren’t. Go home and get some actual sleep.”
Enjolras should have taken his advice, instead of brushing his concern aside and studying on. If he had only just listened to Courfeyrac (And Combeferre, and Joly, and Cosette, and hell- everybody who had witnessed his lethargic state) he could have completely avoided what was doomed to happen next.
“Maybe it’s the lack of sleep.” Enjolras found himself saying to Grantaire, who was absentmindedly tossing loose coins into a faraway tip jar at the Corinth. “But I feel as though this is the right time to tell you I’m sick of keeping secrets from you and I think I love you more than France.”
Enjolras barely saw Grantaire’s response. He was too busy running away. The next thing he knew he was headfirst in his textbook in his bedroom, his cheek plastered to a page. He couldn’t remember how he got there but he felt like a complete and utter fool.
For once he decided it was finally time to get a good nights sleep, he would need it if he was going to confront Grantaire and apologise tomorrow. After an hour of tossing and turning and running through an alphabetised and itemised list of regrets, his fatigue finally won out against his mental anguish and he fell into a dreamless sleep.
The Musain was full to bursting when he arrived. It had always been a hot spot for stressed out students needing a quiet place to study or nap (and take liberal advantage of their free wifi), exam season was no exception. Enjolras eyes searched the room before they landed on Grantaire in a corner, staring with his brow furrowed and looking frustratedly at his phone.
Enjolras felt his heart skip like stones on a calm water. He swallowed and steeled himself, making his way over and sitting directly across from him. Grantaire almost dropped his phone in his coffee in surprise.
“Oh, Enjolras. Hi.” Grantaire said uncertainly.
“What are you doing?” Enjolras asked, trying desperately to read Grantaire’s expression.
“Nothing important. Just trying to figure out how to reply to something.”
Enjolras nodded glumly. He braced himself to anticipate rejection. “Look, about what I said yesterday-”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. A coma-ridden monkey could see you were so sleep deprived you had no idea what you were saying. I know you didn’t mean it.”
Enjolras felt a surge of defiance rush through him. It was one thing for Grantaire to not reciprocate his feelings but how dare he try to tell him that he didn’t mean it.
“For your information,” Enjolras replied desperately trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I meant every word of it, and if you don’t feel the same way that’s fine but don’t you dare think for a second you can get to decide to tell me how to feel!”
“Okay, okay!” Grantaire said putting his hands up defensively. “I get it. I won’t try to question your passion for non dairy based milk again. Lesson learned.”
“Wait. What are you talking about?”
“The whole ‘almond milk is superior to dairy and I will throw that lactose ridden mocha in your face if you offer me a sip one more time, Grantaire.’ thing. Isn’t that… Wait, what are you talking about?”
Enjolras blinked at him. Either he was playing dumb or he genuinely didn’t remember. Enjolras didn’t know which option stung him more.
“I’m talking about the conversation we had at the Corinth. When I told you I loved you more than France.”
Grantaire’s eyes widened suddenly in disbelief. His phone fell out of his palm and onto the table before them making a dull clunk as it hit the wood.
“I told you I loved you and-”
“No you did not!”
“Of course I did!”
“Enjolras, I can tell you right now that if you told me you loved me not only would I have not forgotten about it, but I would have strolled over to the closest store, bought a diary, and filled the whole damn book with a written scream.”
Enjolras frowned, his brain was whirring, he was confused, and also very tired.
“But- we were at the Corinth and Combeferre was bartending with a spinning bow tie and- oh my God. Oh no. I dreamt the whole thing!” Enjolras put his face in his hands and groaned. He never wanted to be seen in public ever again. His humiliation was only made worse by the fact that Grantaire was laughing at him. He heard his chair scrape backwards.
So this was how he was going to leave things? Laughing at Enjolras’ patheticness and leaving to tell everybody about how much of an idiot he was.
Enjolras startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to find Grantaire smiling unbearably down at him.
“C’mon. I’m taking you home.”
Enjolras miserably rose to his feet.
“Y’know…” Grantaire continued as he tentatively moved his hand across to Enjolras and entwined the pair of them as they walked. “I’ve fantasised about our first date for an embarrassingly long amount of time. But in the millions of scenarios I’ve imagined, I’d never thought our actual first date would be me taking you home so that we could both lie down and take a nap together.”
Enjolras’ heart rose in his chest, his brain was screaming in a mix of triumph and blissful happiness.
“Just don’t tell anybody you got to sleep with me on the first date.”