This is my (very very very overdue) gift for the lovely and amazing @longstoryshortikilledhim as part of the @verymerrykylux gift exchange. Thank you so much for your patience with me! They asked for a scene from one of their fics, and I picked this beautiful scene from chapter 2 of their a m a z i n g fic, Psychomania. I highly recommend this fic if you haven’t already read it. It’s a beautifully written piece, and I can only hope I managed to do it justice.
In today’s edition of fics I won’t be writing, I’m dreaming of a White Christmas AU, with Grantaire as the Bob Wallace-type character, the cynical but kind-hearted performer and producer, and Enjolras as Betty Haynes, the younger and beautiful singer who wants to make her own way in the world.
After Grantaire gets out of the army, where he served under General Lamarque, he returns to show business with his new partner, Courfeyrac. But after several years of success, Courfeyrac is convinced that Grantaire needs to settle down with someone. Enter Enjolras and his “sister”, Combeferre, who perform in a drag double-act.
Even the dialogue from the movie fits (with only minor tweaks):
Enjolras leaned forward, a frown puckering his forehead, and Grantaire had to resist the urge to lean in and kiss it in hopes of smoothing the perfect, pale skin. “Mr. Grantaire, before you go any further, I must tell you: you were brought here under false pretenses. Combeferre wrote the letter to you, not Sgt. Bahorel.” Grantaire sat back in his seat, and Enjolras quickly added, “Combeferre just figured you’d never come see us if we asked, and you might if Bahorel did, since you served with him in the army.”
“Well, what do you know,” Grantaire remarked mildly, a smirk curving his lips as he looked over at where Combeferre and Courfeyrac were dancing. “Even Combeferre’s got an angle going.”
Enjolras’s frown deepened as he clearly took offense at Grantaire’s words. “He didn’t mean anything by it–” he started, but Grantaire cut him off with a smile.
“Don’t apologize,” he reassured Enjolras, who looked anything but comforted. “Everybody’s got an angle.”
Now Enjolras’s eyes narrowed and he sat back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “That’s pretty cynical of you,” he said coolly.
Grantaire laughed and fluttered his eyelashes at Enjolras, his grin widening when Enjolras blushed slightly. “Oh come now, Monsieur Enjolras – surely you know everybody’s got a little larceny operating in them.”
“Combeferre and I don’t play angles,” Enjolras said stiffly, clearly trying not to succumb to Grantaire’s charm and thoroughly rejecting his premise.
Rolling his eyes, Grantaire propped his chin on his hand. “If that letter wasn’t an angle, then what was it?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.
Enjolras glared at him. “I don’t like your implication.”
Grantaire laughed and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Listen, I’ve no squawks or beefs with what Combeferre did tonight. He played a percentage, it worked, and we’re here. All I’m saying is, when you’ve been in show business for as long as I have, you get used to people working angles. That’s all.”
His placating tone had no effect on Enjolras, who raised his chin defiantly and told Grantaire coldly, “As the chance of us meeting again is extremely remote, I don’t think it’s important to go on arguing.”
Grantaire rolled his eyes and reached for the bottle of champagne to refill his glass. “Well, I’ll drink to that,” he muttered.
Enjolras arched an eyebrow at him. “Be my guest.”
And of course, they end up going to the same little inn in Vermont together, where Enjolras is shocked to learn that Grantaire served under the famed General Lamarque, the same man that Enjolras has revered for years. On top of that, when Grantaire learns that Lamarque’s inn is in trouble, he selflessly offers to help, which makes Enjolras look at him in a different light.
Naturally, the course of true love never did run smooth, and oh, misunderstandings abide, but eventually, on Christmas Eve, Enjolras and Grantaire confess their love to each other and toast to the future and to each other…
“May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white.”