Enjolras was a flurry of movement. Fast and frantic as he angrily paced a path in the back room of the Musain. He was seething and gesturing wildly as he complained, his shoes squeaking against the polished wood of the floor as he turned. Combeferre, sat at their regular table, watched silently as Enjolras’ fury slowly dimmed to a steady simmer. Exhausted, Enjolras dropped into the chair opposite and groaned, resting his head atop his folded arms. Combeferre leant forward and stroked his blonde curls gently.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to go with you ..” Combeferre began, fingers rubbing the blonde’s scalp gently. It had been a long weekend for both he and Enjolras, who had been forced to visit his parents at their lavish home from Friday to Sunday. Combeferre had been unable to join him due to a prior agreement he had made to help Courfeyrac re-decorate and move his furniture into his new apartment. The horror of having to put together 50 IKEA pieces was significantly less painful, however, once Enjolras’ frantic texts had begun.
Enjolras [11:05]: It’s only 11 and already they are discussing my failures over breakfast. E x [12: 45]: Oh God, Ferre, they’ve started on matchmaking. I am very tempted to tell them where they can shove their neutral family bullshit. E x [13:23]: So I told them I’m gay. I’ll be shocked if you can’t hear the horrified and furious screaming where you are. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, they’ve killed me and buried me in the garden amongst the petunias. E x
The weekend had continued to get progressively worse for Enjolras who kept Combeferre updated with an intense and furious collection of texts and occasional snapchats of his seething face or a smashed plate. As best as possible, Combeferre had tried to soothe and comfort his furious friend as he’d screwed together furniture and wrestled Grantaire for a seat on Courfeyrac’s new sofa as they’d settled to watch a movie for dinner. No texts or photos shared, however, could match the feeling of Enjolras once again safe in his arms, suitcase abandoned at his side as he’d buried his face in Combeferre’s chest the second he’d entered the Musain.
“Not your fault” Enjolras responded, lifting his head to rest his chin on the palm of his hand. “I don’t know why I went. It always turns out the same way” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. Combeferre frowned.
“Still. If I’d been with you .. You wouldn’t have had to deal with them alone” Enjolras let out a short laugh and shook his head.
“No, they’d have just made it worse. Trust me. Besides, your photos kept me going” He paused, then asked with a small grin “Tell me that photo of Courfeyrac drawing on Grantaire’s face was real, otherwise I’ll riot” He joked quietly. Combeferre laughed and nodded. Saturday night, after a house party at Jehan and Bahorel’s, Grantaire had passed out on the floor making him a perfect target for a very tipsy and giggly Courfeyrac who had been armed with a black marker pen and an enormous amount of courage.
“That was very much real” Combeferre smiled, shuffling his chair closer to Enjolras’ in order to bracket him between his legs. “But are we going to fill our time with talk about Courfeyrac or .. ?” He trailed off with a smile as Enjolras swivelled sideways in his chair to rest his legs between Combeferre’s.
“Courfeyrac’s a very interesting topic of conversation” Enjolras smiled, resting a hand on Combeferre’s left knee, stroking circles on it with his thumb.
“That I don’t deny” Combeferre said, picking up Enjolras’ free hand to kiss his palm gently. “But I can think of something much better to do” He smiled, catching Enjolras in a gentle kiss before he could reply. With fingers carding through long blonde curls, he leant into the Amis’ fearless leader and grinned into the kiss as he felt Enjolras respond with fiery passion, hands tangling in Combeferre’s hair as he pulled him closer. Eventually they broke apart, Enjolras flushed and eyes dark as Combeferre pressed gentle kisses to his nose, cheeks and forehead.
“I love you .. “ Enjolras smiled, pressing his forehead to rest against Combeferre’s.
“I love you too” He responded before pulling Enjolras into another kiss, slower but just as passionate. They continued giving each other slow and small kisses and talking quietly until their friends arrived and the meeting began.
Combeferre smiled as he watched Enjolras speak. Next time, he decided, he would go with his friend and introduce himself not as Enjolras’ boyfriend, but his fiancé. The ring box in his pocket prepared for their later dinner.
when I started shipping it if I did: pretty much the second i watched stid for the first time
my thoughts: i just feel like they’re so inevitable like they exist in a constant orbit together they can’t breathe without each other they’re like each others’ day and night
What makes me happy about them: they’re so stupidly in love and care so much about each other even through stupid fights and kirk’s recklessness and bones’ constant grouchiness it’s always gonna come down to the two of them being there for each other and needing each other
What makes me sad about them: neither of them thinks that they’re deserving of the other
things done in fanfic that annoys me: when they become parodies of the characters and bones is just uber grumpy and jim is cast as some kind of overgrown manchild. also when they try to type bones’ dialogue in the southern accent like please stop and i can figure it out in my head just write normally
things I look for in fanfic: bones having an actual personality besides cantankerousness
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i could rock both of them with carol or bones with chapel but like not really anyone else
My happily ever after for them: they have a couple five year missions and then go back to georgia and have a big house with lots of kids and are just disgustingly in love for their entire lives
who is the big spoon/little spoon: bones is big spoon, jim is little
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: when they’re on leave or whatever they like just going on long walks and enjoying each other’s company without having to deal with the responsibilities of being captain and cmo
8. favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
kirk’s favourite is lying with bones in bed and running his hand along all of bones’ imperfections and scars. bones will grumble about it but secretly kind of enjoys it. bones’ favourite is buying a particularly good whiskey, sitting at home with his feet up and ignoring kirk’s whining about wanting to go out.
14. physical abnormalities? (both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
kirk has a number of scars, minor and major ones, in various places on his body, including a little one on his chin from when he slipped on the enterprise and smacked it on the ground. bones has a slight limp in his right leg from a break when he was younger and a minor reliance on alcohol, or as he likes to call it “liquid courage.” he also gets motion sickness.
27. what is their biggest regret?
bones’ biggest regret is not having more time for his daughter, so makes it up to her by adoring her every second he can when she’s with him. kirk’s is that he was never able to tell pike how much he meant to him before he died. now every year he’s on earth, on the anniversary of pike’s death, he sits at his grave and updates him on their missions and his life.
28. who do they see as their best friend? their worst enemy?
bones’ best friend is carol marcus. they often meet for lunch or for drinks and just chat - either about life or carol’s research papers. he has no enemies but he and spock have the most disagreements on board. kirk’s best friend is spock, but uhura is a close second. his worst enemy is khan for killing pike.
43. how far did they get in formal education? what are their views on formal education vs self-education?
hawke stayed in formal education as long as he had to and left the second he could, choosing instead to go straight into doing odd jobs rather than further education. he got average grades in everything except maths where he got high Bs. anders was sent to a strict boarding school where he struggled to conform to the rules and lashed out whenever he could. he illegally dropped out of education at 15 and ran away to join an underground social justice group that do weekly protests against all issues, but mainly oppression in various areas. hawke sees no problem with formal education, anders however likes self-education and despite being out of school, still enjoys picking up new bits of information and educating others.
hawke is religious, but only because his family was so his faith isn’t particularly strong. anders does believe in a higher power and sees that it is people who cause oppression and mis-read faith rather than religion being inherently bad.
47. if they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
neither hawke nor anders are each other’s ideals. hawke imagined he’d fall in love with a beautiful, chill woman with tattoos who liked travelling and anders imagined he would find someone who was as obsessed with the rights of oppressed people as he is, male, female or otherwise.
cosy and cramped. one double bed in the middle with stuffed full drawers and wardrobes, doors still open with shoes spilling out onto the floor. enjolras’ side is littered with papers, books and whatever else he is obsessing over at the time and grantaire’s side is surprisingly neat with just a few empty beer cans and medicines on the side table. he doesn’t spend much time in their room without enjolras so the living room is usually where most of his mess stays.
3. do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? how often?
grantaire does boxing, often on his own at the gym but sometimes with his friends - usually bahorel. for enjolras his constant protests and rallies are enough to count as good exercise.
5. cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
enjolras is very clean up to a point. though you wont ever find any real dirt or things that need washing left out, you can always tell where he’s been due to his array of papers, books, placards and posters that he leaves lying around while absorbed in something else. he often has good intentions of doing the washing up or the laundry but often leaves it half way through if inspiration for another task strikes him while he’s doing them. grantaire is the one who finishes enjolras’ half-finished tasks and though he’s not particularly messy he doesn’t care much for pristinely cleaned rooms. he is most likely to leave shoes or clothes on the floor, or plates at the side of the sink instead of washing them up straight away.
7. favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
for enjolras no time is wasted time. he is always actively doing something or thinking of something he considers important. if exhausted however, he does enjoy just sitting with grantaire and discussing the day or reading aloud while laying his head in grantaire’s lap. grantaire likes to waste time splayed out on the sofa either just watching enjolras work or keeping himself busy with a documentary or show until enjolras is free. he also enjoys socialising at the group’s weekly meeting, even if he doesn’t pay much attention to the actual causes they are discussing.
neither of them wear makeup, but if drunk enough grantaire can be persuaded to tell the story of when cosette and courfeyrac gave him a drunken make-over one night, resulting in a very hungover grantaire getting the train home in the morning with no knowledge of his full face of makeup. if he’s really drunk he can also be convinced to share the pictures.