One of the thing that goes deep under Enjolras’ skin is his physical appearance and the fear that people only listen to him only because he’s handsome
He doesn’t care about being handsome, sure it comes in handy once or twice, but he wants to be listened to for what he hs to say, not beause people think they can get into his pants
He actually got interviewed once, a real interview of national reach, and all the journalist focused on was the fact that he was nicknamed “The Adonis of politics”. He had to make a few cutting remarks to get the interview back on track
Enjolras is painfully aware that Grantaire is attracted to him. And that kills him because sure he’s attracted to Grantaire, but it seems like Grantaire only goes to ABC meetings to look at Enjolras longingly and mock his points of view!
One night, Enjolras was frustrated and unwell and he snapped: “If you only come here because you think we’ll end up fucking at some point, you can go, Grantaire! I’m not eye candy, I’m a person, and you don’t seem to like me very much as a person, so you can go!”
He regretted it immediately after, and even more when he saw that Grantaire didn’t show up at the next meeting
A week later, he opened his mailbox and found an enveloppe. I was a list of all of Enjolras’ quirks, likes and dislikes, little things he does. Things that are More than his physical appearance. It’s signed Grantaire and “I like you as a person. I swear. You may be one of the most person to ever person.”
Enjoltaire + "Are you flirting with me?!" if you're taking requests!
A/N: here, anon, have some fluff ^-^ sorry for any mistakes- this was written on my phone haha
Grantaire doesn’t know who told Enjolras, but he is going to kill them. That being said, it was probably Courfeyrac, and Grantaire quite likes Courfeyrac, so he’s not really sure where he stands on the whole ‘killing’ part.
It had started off as a normal conversation; Enjolras had been talking about some issue or other when Grantaire had slipped in with his usual lewd comments. The same wink that would usually have earned him an eye-roll had today turned Enjolras’ lips downwards into a frown.
“Are you flirting with me?” he’d asked, and Grantaire- Grantaire is still trying to formulate a response because what.
Grantaire flirts with Enjolras. This is a known fact to all inhabitants of the earth, except Enjolras himself. Grantaire teases and baits and irritates Enjolras, who doesn’t react to any of it except for the occasional sigh or look of disdain.
Enjolras does not know Grantaire flirts with him. Enjolras has remained oblivious to Grantaire’s flirting since day one, which leads Grantaire to the only logical conclusion: one of their traitorous friends has gone and clued him in.
“I’m glad you finally noticed.” Grantaire says dryly, because what is he if not honest?
Enjolras just stares at him. “How long…?” he asks, leading the conversation into a stretch of silence that’s going to get awkward pretty fast. Grantaire would take this opportunity to run and never look back if he didn’t wholly revel in the feeling of Enjolras’ gaze on him.
“I can’t give you an exact date but in looser terms, probably from around the moment we met.” He says, grinning in an attempt to keep everything playful and hide the sincerity the confession would have otherwise uncovered.
Enjolras looks strickened. “Courf said you were but I always thought you were just trying to wind me up.”
Ah, so it was Courfeyrac, Grantaire thinks grimly. They’re going to be having a Conversation later.
“Who’s to say I wasn’t doing both? Flirting with you is fun, seeing you wound up is a nice side effect.”
“Oh.” Enjolras says, his expression twisted into one of confusion.
“I can stop, if you want.” Grantaire says after a lengthy pause. Enjolras hasn’t moved away yet, still stood in front of Grantaire in contemplation, and Grantaire isn’t that much of an asshole that he wants to make Enjolras uncomfortable. “I didn’t think you minded because I’ve been doing it for so long, but if this changes anything, if I’m crossing some boundary-type-thing, I’ll stop. Promise.” he adds, placing his hand over his heart because, yes, he is just that sincere.
“No, no, it’s not that,” Enjolras dismisses, waving his hand as if to clear the air of Grantaire’s words. “I just haven’t had that much experience with flirting. That’s all. You’re welcome to continue, if you like.”
Now it’s Grantaire’s turn to stare. Did Enjolras just… give him permission to flirt with him? That can’t be right, Grantaire’s ears must be broken. Can ears break? He’ll have to as Joly later.
“Maybe it’ll give me a chance to get better at it, too.” Enjolras’ face is as stoic as ever but there’s a spark in his eyes different from the usual Revolutionary Fervor, and Grantaire is so fucked.
“Sure.” Grantaire says. His brain is only capable of monosyllables at the minute.
The barest hint of a smile makes itself known on Enjolras’ lips. “See you around, R.” he says, leaning forward and pressing them against the stubble of Grantaire’s cheek.
It takes a second for Grantaire’s brain to register the use of his nickname, and another few to register the kiss. By the time he’s caught up with his body’s reactions, Enjolras is on the other side of the room, casually chatting with Combeferre.
Far from killing him, Grantaire decides he’s going to send Courfeyrac the biggest flower arrangement he’s ever seen.
Grantaire in oversized sweaters with loose sleeves that hang past his hands with faint paint splatters on them from when he made a mess and forgot to clean it up; with white jeans that are ripped at the knees; with colourful converse; with flowers in his hair.
Enjolras with blue jeans that are always immaculately clean; with a red and white letterman jacket; with dark combat boots.
Sometimes, Enjolras will wear Grantaire’s sweaters. They’re even bigger on him, and it makes Grantaire smile as bright as the sun, and his eyes reflect the moon. It makes him want to paint the beauty he sees in front of him.
When Enjolras sees how happy it makes Grantaire, he starts wearing the sweaters more, putting flowers in his hair, being a soft boy- and Grantaire is sad, because Enjolras has stolen his clothes, (but he still is cute) so he steals his letterman jacket.
When Grantaire asks Enjolras out, he almost says no.
He doesn’t want to date Grantaire. Grantaire is antagonistic, apathetic, annoying, infuriatingly intelligent and nothing that Enjolras is romantically attracted to.
But Grantaire looked up at him with nervous eyes and Enjolras had wanted to go to that exhibit, and Courfeyrac had said he should try to fight with Grantaire less and it’s only one date, what’s the worst that could happen? It will be awkward then they’ll both forget about it.
Then the date is wonderful. Awkward at first, but they begin to talk about art programs in underfunded schools and they talk and talk and end up at a cafe, eyes wide and bright, listening to each other, trying to understand that other not just dismiss what the other says out of habit. They don’t fight, and when Grantaire quietly asks for a second date at the end of the night Enjolras doesn’t even think about finding a reason to say no.
So it goes week after week, date after date, and at some point they end up holding hands every time they are together, lips pressed to cheeks in greeting and goodbye.
It’s not something Enjolras particularly wants or needs but it is nice, he doesn’t mind. When Grantaire calls him his boyfriend, Enjolras likes the title, even if he doesn’t feel like Grantaire’s boyfriend. Grantaire is still antagonistic, apathetic, annoying, infuriatingly intelligent and nothing that Enjolras is attracted to. He doesn’t want to write sonnets about Grantaire eyes, or that curl right behind his ear, or buy Grantaire flowers.
But Enjolras still wants to go places with Grantaire, and hold his hand, and hear what he has to say about the world. And that’s enough.
And then Grantaire has a dance recital– he comes to ABC meetings right after rehearsal, still in leggings and a loose shirt, smelling like stale sweat, a smile on his face; “today we finally perfected that last pass, it should be ready for Friday, I hope you all can come–”
Enjolras goes home avoiding Combeferre, Jehan, Joly eyes filled with concern, “no I’m fine just a little tired.” Avoids Grantaire, “yes, of course, I’ll be there on Friday, I just need to go home right now.”
And then he’s alone at home and he thinks about the smile Grantaire had, the way the skin around his eyes crinkled, the way he almost hit Bosset showing how he lifts his partner and how his shirt rode up and
His first reaction is to call Combeferre, call Courfeyrac, but this is something that they can’t help with. This is him and Grantaire. He needs figure this out by himself.
Enjolras sits and he writes. He writes down every single thing about Grantaire, pinning him to paper, no detail left unnoticed, no virtue or vice dismissed. He sits and he writes for hours, turning over the man who had crept into his life without notice.
Finally, at two in the morning, he puts his pen down, leans back and thinks aloud ‘I have a crush on Grantaire’
and chaste, firm, upright, hard, candid, terrible Enjolras, blushes and—
‘I have a crush on Grantaire,’
He picks up the phone and calls him because Enjolras doesn’t waste time or emotion and—
—and Grantaire had, at some point, without him noticing, become the most contacted, most thought about, most important person in his life.
and Grantaire sounds so concerned fuck, Enjolras still hasn’t explained why he left the meeting like that, why he was acting so oddly and it can wait because right now the most important thing is
“Grantaire I have a crush on you”
“Enjolras our year anniversary is coming up in 2 weeks what do you mean you have a crush on me?”
Ok, so, coffeeshop AU where Enjolras is working as a barista to put himself through college and R is the annoying customer.
And everyday, when Grantaire comes in, when he’s not busy arguing with Enjolras about ideological differences, he flirts outrageously with Enjolras and any other barista in earshot, and always orders his coffee the same way:
“I like my coffee like I like my men,” he’ll say, with an enormous wink, before adding whatever relevant adjective he feels that day, be it “tall” or “dark” or “strong” or “could knock me on my ass and honestly I’d thank him for it”.
And Enjolras just rolls his eyes and gets Grantaire his usual and purposefully doesn’t comment on it, because Enjolras fits none of those qualities (except tall, but like, so’s half the male population), and it shouldn’t bother him that much but it does.
So he sulks and he complains to all of his friends who know that he’s being ridiculous (and honestly, he knows he’s being ridiculous, but that’s never stopped him in the past and it’s sure as shit not gonna stop him now) and he tries to get the annoying, cynical man out of his head.
Until one day, when he’s had a late night studying after a protest and he’s tired and on edge and finally just snaps at Grantaire: “Honestly, I’m just here to make your coffee. I don’t really care how you like your men.”
And Grantaire gets really quiet and Enjolras is about to apologize when Grantaire asks, in a kind of strange voice, “How do you like your coffee?”
“What?” Enjolras asks, confused.
“How do you like your coffee?” Grantaire repeats. “I want to buy you a coffee as an apology.”
And Enjolras just looks at him for a long moment before blurting, “I like my coffee like I like my men.”
And Grantaire raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Enjolras says, and before he can stop himself, adds, “You know, short, dark and bitter.”
For a moment, he thinks Grantaire doesn’t get it, but then Grantaire grins, a wide grin that crinkles his eyes and makes Enjolras grin almost as a reflex in response.
(And when he hands Grantaire his coffee a little later, when his fingers brush Grantaire’s, when Grantaire stands on his tiptoes to kiss Enjolras quickly on the cheek before leaving with a “See you tomorrow!” tossed over his shoulder, Enjolras is pretty sure his grin is going to last all day.)
If you need me to narrow the prompt down I can, but can I have some canon era trans enjolras content? Most of the ones I can find are in modern aus.
OH MY DUDE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS!!!!
Enjolras realizes he’s trans because he was going through his father’s clothes to try and find something to make him look masculine so he would be more respected. He ends up frequently wearing male clothes and is just accustomed to being recognized as a man. He doesn’t realize that he’s male tho. He just thinks he’s a really good actor.
Finally, someone at a protest realizes he’s female and calls him out on it. He automatically yells “CITIZEN I BELIEVE YOU ARE MISTAKEN, FOR I AM AS MUCH OF A MAN AS YOU ARE A HUMAN!” He only realizes later that what he said was facts. He begins to take away all traditionally feminine clothes from his wardrobe and replaces it with clothes his father doesn’t want. He does keep around a few dresses to keep up the act for his parents.
Courfeyrac and Combeferre are a bit weary when they find out. They are supportive, but they just don’t understand. Their friend group is very different from anyone else and they just don’t understand. Enjolras tries his best to explain but he’s not the best with emotions and it’s hard to say “I feel like a man.”
It’s finally Jehan who is like, “I am not a man, nor a woman, yet you all seem to understand. I know you think it’s because I am a poet, someone who observes the world around them, yet does not participate, but no. I am not a man nor woman, for I am just me. You must understand that our dear friend Enjolras is as man as Adam. He was born as Eve but no, the universe has made a mistake, and now he is correcting it.”
Everything cleared up after that. When it comes to his relationship with Grantaire, it’s complicated. He never denies the man anything, for he truly loves him, but he is unsure if he can provide for what Grantaire is looking for. It’s only when Grantaire wants to die along side him does he realize that physical form is not what Grantaire was looking for. He was looking for Enjolras. In his last moments he prays that in whatever comes after life, his spirit, the whole being of Enjolras, can be alongside Grantaire.
(I love it whenever you come into my ask/interact with my blog, bc it’s amazing. I hope this satisfies your needs :) )
@anon asks hello how bout some ExR headcanons you may have c: ??
hullo, hi, yes. It’s late so they might not be well detailed but boi oh boi have you opened a random can of worms
these are some of my domestic headcanons
Enjolras has no effing idea how to cook like a normal human being, with the exception of knowing how make a decent cup of coffee and ramen noodles (which he still burns sometimes??)
Grantaire, on the other hand, is a culinary genius. He can make literally everything from anything and makes sure Enj knows this early in the relationship. *cue early morning montage of ExR in the kitchen making coffee and crepes*
they spoon. All. The. Time. Grataire is almost always the big spoon, and wraps his entire burly body around Enj’s lean frame.
I like the idea of them both comforting each other in the middle of the night. Like for example, if Enj is nervous for a protest the next day, R will put aside his own feelings on the subject to give him a back massage and make him tea.
vice versa with Enj @ R. Enj is extremely compassionate with the people he cares about, and is right by R’s side when he’s having a depressive episode or panic attack. Usually he’ll just sit in silence with him, maybe put on some music, but he’s always there.
they adopt so many cats
so many cats
whenever they’re apart for more than a week, they go crazy. they text 24/7 and skype all the time. R will bring his computer into the bathroom while he showers when Enj goes off on a tangent
ah and I love the idea of the Enj talking needlessly for hours and R just listening with a cheesy smile, the occasional rebuttal. same with Enj towards R. If R starts waxing poetic about Oscar Wilde, Enj with listen with furrowed brows and genuine interest. That still genuinely surprises R five years into their relationship
god I just hate these two idiots sorry this got so long
I’m studying Les Mis for my exams and I just realised that Enjolras has never denied Grantaire anything in the book. Grantaire asked to help, and Enjolras let him; Grantaire asked to sleep at the barricade, and Enjolras let him; Grantaire asked to die by his sideand Enjolras let him. I don’t know how to feel about this tbh
Listen: Grantaire as a makeup artist in the fashion industry.
All the creators WANT HIM because he’s so talented at what he does. He’s totally against that “hide people’s flaws behind makeup like a mask” bullshit. Grantaire sees beauty and magnifies it. Fashion designers call him the Michelangelo of make up and fight over who will manage to get him to work for them.
Grantaire has been working with Jehan lately, a new upcoming designer in the ashion industry, who impresses everybody with their bold choices, colour patterns and fabric associations. Everything Jehan was called weird for wearing before is now trendy and visionary. Plus, Jehan defies expectations by breaking gender barriers and working with models who don’t fit the runway’s standards.
So Grantaire goes to work one day, and there’s this new model who’s just started working with Jehan. Rumour has it he used to work with Dior and Yves Saint Laurent, but he ended his contract to work with Jehan, because their beliefs aligned perfectly. His name is Enjolras, and Grantaire is convinced he’s seen him on billboards before. But that was nothing compared to reality.
Grantaire has never seen someone that breath-takingly beautiful before. The new model’s divine, in an actually god-like way. Grantaire tries to keep it cool and shakes his hand, invites him to sit, the way things are usually done, but his throat has gone completely dry.
They’re here to determine which makeup style suits Enjolras best. It’s the standard procedure when a new model is hired. As ever, Grantaire tries to cover his nervousness but thinking out loud and talking, so the two of them end up having a conversation revolving mainly about makeup. Grantaire’s almost done when Enjolras asks him:
“So why did you choose to become makeup artist?”
“I guess when you’re fuck ugly you just want to compensate by making something beautiful.”
That kind of answer usually weird people out. But Enjolras simply looks at him, all gold and eyeliner, glitter shining on his lips:
“You have beautiful eyes.”
Grantaire’s heart skips a beat. He does not fall in love so much as he plunges head first into it
Enjolras - wanders into the Arctic exhibit and gets so distracted reading about the way farmers have been hunting wolves (and how people are trying to save them) that somebody has to come back and find him at the end of the day. They also have to confiscate his wallet so he won’t dump all of his money into the conservation box.
Combeferre - goes straight to the butterfly house every time with a sketchbook. Courfeyrac’s phone background is of the best moment in Combeferre’s life: when a rare moth landed on his nose.
Courfeyrac - is friends with specific animals in each exhibit, and has to go say hello to all of them.
Feuilly - volunteers in the education program, so he’s there every other weekend telling kids about how to plant things that honey bees like in their own yards.
Bahorel - loves the otters. So much. They hold hands, man! And they’re all playing together! The man just. Loves the otters.
Bossuet - basically camps out by the giraffes when he gets there so he’ll be first in line to feed them.
Joly - likes to hang out in the reptile room and pretend he’s surrounded by tiny dinosaurs.
Jehan - goes with Joly and reads his poetry to the snakes, who “don’t get enough love.”
Grantaire - likes to follow his friends around and sketch or take photos of them looking at the animals. He has a collage of his favourites on his wall, but the best by far is the look of wonder on Enjolras’s face when a wolf came right up to the edge of the enclosure and stared right into his eyes.
Marius - goes to the gift shop and buys Cosette a life-sized stuffed animal of a snow leopard. The reasoning is unclear but she loves it and keeps it on her bed.
Cosette - likes to go to the bird habitat and feed them. Grantaire has some great photos of various little birds landing on her hands (and one rather large pheasant chasing after her in search of a larger snack).
Eponine - chaperones Gavroche’s yearly class trip, and enjoys making up just-barely-plausible facts about the animals and telling them to him and his classmates. There are thirty students at his school who are utterly convinced that foxes are a product of cats and dogs having a Romeo-and-Juliet-type romance.
Gavroche - somehow ends up inside the orangutan exhibit. Nobody notices until they review the security footage a month later. How did he get in? Nobody knows.
Montparnasse - has already made off with a rare python by the time everyone else is ready to leave. Jehan is flattered at the gesture, but makes him break in again that night and “return the poor thing to its friends.”
Hey I feel like forever ago I found out you were studying theology?? maybe?? If that's true do you have anything to say about the amis and religion? or how they interact with it? In cannon, most of them, and definitely Enjolras ("you have a minute to pray") are religious, but have you ever thought about how that could play in a modern setting? If you're not studying theology Sorry!! I love your mood boards and have a wonderful day/night!!❤
RIGHT. You have waited long enough! (now obviously some of these are more detailed than others. Thats probably bc ive just thought about them more)
Enjolras: Anglican Christian family. Grew up surrounded by heavy Christianity… and not the nice kind. His parents were the ones standing outside abortion clinics and throwing holy water on gays, ya know. Because of this he doesn’t feel religious but his friends are a good reminder for him that it’s not religion that’s bad. It’s the people who abuse it.
Combeferre: Also a Christian family. Ferre and E’s parents met through church (thus how E and Ferre met) but Ferre’s family abandoned the local church when they realised the hate it was preaching. Combeferre still holds onto his faith somewhat but took some extra modules on religion (back when he studied philosophy and not medicine) and is very open to aspects of other religions influencing his life.
Courfeyrac: Grew up in an atheist family. Didn’t really think about religion until he met Ferre and E. Immediately does extensive reading on his friends’ religions so that he can make himself and his flat as accommodating as possible for them.
Grantaire: Grew up in a Roman Catholic Romani family but bc they’re a nerd they read up everything about Romani culture and discovered that the widespread religion is often Islam. After a bunch more reading they found they aligned heavily with that as opposed to their parents’ religion. Although they never fully converted (cynicism may have got in their way at some point), they keep aspects of islam in their life and they always do Ramadan and get all their friends Eid presents.
Joly: Eir grandparents on eir mother’s side are Jewish and, although eir mother didn’t carry it on, Joly is trying to reconnect with it as ey feel a strong pull to it. Eir parents were very supportive and offered to organise a Bah Mitzvah but bc of eir gender stuff ey ultimately declined. Wants to do a pilgrimage to Jerusalem at some point but eir leg is a hinderance at the moment. Boss once offered to piggy back em all the way there but ey declined. Eir religion is something ey need to figure out emselves.
Bossuet: Irish background = extremely Catholic grandparents. Boss didn’t actually meet his grandparents until he was 16 because his parents wanted him to understand how they dealt with catholicism outside of Ireland (Boss’ family are still catholic but…. like cool catholics. nah but theyre really chill about stuff). Has a tricky relationship with religion because of this but ultimately when he most needs it he still prays.
Jehan: Oh Jehan…. So Jehan never really knew their parents long enough to understand if they were religious and to what extent. They were raised by their aunt in the south of France and…. their aunt had a weird mix of Wiccan and Hinduism going on that Jehan absorbed. Jehan is thus extremely polytheistic and has statuettes of different deities all over their flat.
Bahorel: Bahorel’s family was low key Christian when he grew up in Jamaica but he never really carried it through. When he was doing his family tree he discovered that like… 6 generations back he had Sikh ancestors and he was so surprised and also elated. Did extensive research and now he low key celebrates the Sikh holidays and festivals to honour them. Especially Diwali (which is also a hindu festival so Jehan and Bahorel during Diwali are an amazing team). so many candles.
Feuilly: Very much holds onto his catholic faith as that was what kept him afloat during times when he was on the street and struggling.
Marius: Marius never thought about religions outside christianity before he met les amis. Since then he has been stuck in what seems like a permanent crisis of faith. it’s ongoing.
Cosette: So Zette grew up in a heavily Buddhist household bc JVJ is Buddhist convert (yes catch me in an au where the bishop was actually a buddhist monk. bite me) which she loved bc it reminded her of her mother and her Chinese roots. However, she recently started converting to Judaism. It was just pulling her she can’t fully explain it. JVJ is extremely supportive and learned Hebrew with her.
Eponine: Ep was extremely skeptical of religion bc of her upbringing and her ParentsTM and she was like wow if this is how God is treating me then fuck that lads. But when she started dating Cosette she was hit square in the soul with JVJ’s flavour of Buddhism. She doesn’t really go in for the more religious side but absolutely took in the philosophy. They meditate together sometimes #bonding. She also has a little statuette of the Buddha that she talks to when she’s scared.
Musichetta: Chetts grew up in a heavily Muslim family in Pakistan. When she discovered she might be trans she not only had a crisis of identity and gender but also a huge crisis of faith. She assumed her parents would not be ok with this because of their traditional faith. She took a year out to travel and called them 4 days before coming home to come out. They only answered that they would talk about it when she got home. When she did get home they were waiting for her with brand new traditional clothing that aligned with her true gender and her father had bought her a beautiful headscarf and asked if she wanted to wear the hijab because Allah still loves her. She accepted and cried. They cried. It took her another year to fully reconnect with her faith but she is extremely glad she has found it again.