kiss me like grantaire

prettypettypansexual  asked:

SO I HAD A THOUGHT AND IM GIVING IT TO YOU BECAUSE YOURE THE BEST!!! So any soulmate au where once the youngest one turns 18 you find out who the other is OK SO the day before his, Enjolras decides he doesn't want his life dictated by pre-determined rules, so he impulsively marries his boyfriend, Grantaire. As soon as they wake up the next morning, they see that [enter whatever soulmate au: tattoos, quotes, whatever] matches.

[Shhh, you’ll make me blush. I’ve never written a soulmark au! Here it goes:]

“Are you really sure about this?” Jehan asks doubtfully.

Yes,” Enjolras says firmly.

“Believe me, Jehan,” Combeferre says with a slight grimace. “This is already the toned down version of this plan.”

“He wanted to get married, today,” Grantaire says, grinning lovingly at his obstinate boyfriend.

“Isn’t there a two week waiting period after you register a marriage?” Jehan frowns.

“Yes, yes there is,” Combeferre says. “And with good reason.” That earns him a scoff from Enjolras.

“So tattoos it is,” Grantaire grins widely.

“Alright,” Jehan laughs. “I do think it’s super sweet.”

Enjolras gives them an enquiring look. “You don’t approve though,” he says. He doesn’t sound accusing or resentful, he’s just asking.

Jehan hums vaguely, putting the appropriate paperwork down in front of their friends. “I have good reason to be fond of soulmarks,” they say and their hand absentmindedly passes across their heart. Just above the low collar of their shirt the top of the letter M is visible. “But you guys were obviously meant to be together.” They smile. “And chosen soulmarks… That’s just too romantic for me to object to. I love it.”

Enjolras looks content and Grantaire grins. They sign the paperwork and hand it back to Jehan.

“Right!” Jehan beams. “Let’s get you ready for some ink then.”

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soemily  asked:

"excuse me," grantaire said, "but is there a particular reason you're wearing my shirt?"

Enjolras froze. Grantaire was a sophomore, and he had never spoken to Enjolras beyond a casual hey as they passed on the dorm stairs, usually as Enjolras was leaving for his 8am class and Grantaire was returning from…wherever it was that the art students hung out, leaving a scent of turpentine and clove cigarettes in his wake. Enjolras wouldn’t even know his name if the RA hadn’t made nameplates for all the rooms.

Anyway, it wasn’t like he looked forward to those mostly-chance encounters. Or that his heart beat a little faster at the sight of tangled curls as Grantaire turned a corner in the stairwell.

And now Grantaire was parked in front of him on the third-floor landing, his arms folded across his chest, and Enjolras had no idea what to say.

The shirt in question was green flannel. Enjolras had found it mixed up in his laundry two weeks ago. He’d put up a note in the laundry room for an entire week, but no one had claimed it. It wasn’t really his style, or his color, but it was really soft, and with the sleeves rolled back it was perfect for a cool spring day.

“It was in my laundry,” Enjolras managed at last. “You must have left it in the dryer.”

“And you just decided to make it yours?”

He prickled. “I put up a note! Then I was going to donate it, but I tried it on and it sort of fit, so I just…” He ducked his head. “I’m sorry. I’ll wash it and then I’ll give it back, I promise.”

Grantaire’s glance wandered over Enjolras, catching briefly on the faded rainbow patch sewn to his bag. “Forget it,” he said, and a flicker of a smile crossed his lips. “It looks better on you.”

Past and Present

Okay I’m new to this so bare with me.

A snipit from one of my reincarnation aus where the longer they know each other the more they remember, and Enjolras isn’t handling it well.

Jehan. They shot Jehan. Those evil bastards shot their wonderful friend before he could save them. That shot, the silence, it echoed in his head. He was dead. Their beloved Jehan was dead and now he would have to kill their man in return. Jehan, wonderful Jehan. He couldn’t save them he couldn’t save them he couldn’t save them he couldn’t-

The line between past and present was incredibly blurred as Enjolras reached for his phone on instinct. He could barely see what he was doing as he scrolled through his contacts and called the number of necessity. Enjolras could barely comprehend what he was doing as the phone rang, his mind still back in the 1800s.

He didn’t understand what was going on as there was a long pause after the ringing ended until a quiet voice said from the device in his hands, “Hello? Enj? Is everything okay?”

“You died,” Enjolras whimpered, his hand shaking as he struggled to understand what was happening.

There was another pause as Jehan collected themselves. “Yes I was, Enjolras. I’m okay now though. We’re all okay.”

“They shot you. I was going to save you but they shot you,”

“Yes they did, and that was bad. But that was nearly two hundred years ago. I’m okay now. I’m going to text Combeferre and Courfeyrac, okay? So they can come over to your house and help, okay?”

“They died too,”

“Yes they did. We all did. It was a bad day. And tonight is a bad night. But it’s okay because we’re all alive and happy again,”

“They shot Grantaire too. They shot us together. Where is Grantaire?”

“Grantaire is at work right now but Ferre and Courf are on their way to your apartment,”

“They- I… we all died. We all died because I was naive. I thought the people would rise but they didn’t rise and we died, we all died,”

“They did rise though, remember? And France was set free, we just didn’t live to see it. Can you tell me what year it is?”

Enjolras hesitated, because it was hard to recall what year it really was. It wasn’t 1832. It couldn’t be. “20…. 2017?”

Jehan’s voice was bright on the other side of the phone as he replied, “Very good! Yes it is! I am so proud of you, Enjolras! Can you tell me What year you were born?”

That caused him to hesitate as well. It wasn’t 1806. “1991?”

“Yep! Good job-”

There was a knock at the door and Enjolras absentmindedly dropped the phone. He left the phone on the bed as he stood and stumbled his way to the door. When he opened it, Enjolras was fairly confused. They didn’t look right. Their hairstyles weren’t right at all, and their clothes…

He didn’t have time to ponder this further as Combeferre and Courfeyrac gently coerced him onto the couch and wrapped a blanket around him, mumbling little things to help him differentiate between the past and the present. They were things like how they met and what they studied and the things they did together. Slowly, he came back to his present self, with his hands wrapped around a coffee cup and his best friends wrapped around him. It was still hard. The weight of their past was still heavy on his mind and if left to dwell too long it began pulling him back down again, but Courf and Ferre kept him focused on the present.

Eventually the door opened again and there was the sound of things being dropped to the floor before suddenly Grantaire filled his vision. Grantaire cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here sooner,” he whispered.

Enjolras smiled slightly as everything came more into focus, “You’re alive.”

Grantaire laughed and released him, taking one of Enjolras’ hands instead. “Of course. I couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself, Apollo, you’re unbridled optimism would get you killed without me.”

He chuckled slightly. “You mean to say you came back to life just to be a cynic for me?”

“I like to think so,” Grantaire teased, kissing him again.

vi. died holding hands

“I don’t think I can hold much longer, R,” Enjolras mutters through his coarse and dry voice. They are old, in soul and in body, but they remained together through all those years. Enjolras watched Grantaire take care of their child, Enjolras saw him looking at his countless paintings with shimmering eyes, Enjolras felt Grantaire in ever possible way. This life is fulfilled and enough.

Grantaire searches Enjolras’ eyes for a while, then smiles weakly. Enjolras notices that the flare in R’s eyes is blown. “It’s alright, Enj. I’m a jerk if I let you suffer here on Earth for me.”

Enjolras creeps his hand to clasp Grantaire’s hand as tears brim his eyes. “Do you permit it?”

“I’m not sure I do,” Grantaire chuckles, brushing Enjolras’ once blond curls, now grey and thin. “But anything for you, love. Anything. I’d polish your boots. But for now you have to rest, alright? Rest. For me.”

Enjolras is not sure what happens next. Grantaire is cradling him in his arms, sobbing and crying and he can hear their daughter barging in and crying as well. Enjolras wants to embrace them both, but he can’t move any of his body and for once, he feels alright with that.

But he remembers. 1832, the barricade. Grantaire with his trademark smirk and goofy smile and hand-held beer. Grantaire who died with him. Grantaire going in a Les Amis meeting back in 1952. Grantaire going on a date with him, 21st century. Grantaire gettig mad of a shredded Rare Pepe meme. Grantaire wearing Enjolras’ hoodie. Grantaire.


The light turns off, and he closes his eyes with a smile.

[ B O N U S ]

three years later

Heaven is a great place, really. There are no angels, no saints, no God, but there is harmony between people and he loves it. Enjolras love every single thing about Heaven. Except, you know, there’s no Grantaire.

But he’s not selfish to ask Grantaire to die. To each in their own time.

“Hey, son,” Enjolras looks up to find Jean Valjean, Cosette’s adoptive father, together with Javert a few steps away from them. “I saw this man, I thought you’d like to see him.” His heart skips a beat. Is he allowed to hope? “I told him to wait for you in the pizzeria. You should go now, he seems really excited to explore Heaven.”

Enjolras leaps on his feet and smiles gratefully at Jean. “Thank you, sir, may the gods bless you!” He runs to the pizzeria (there’s only one in Heaven. But they have unlimited flavors!) and bursts through the doors.

Grantaire. He’s there.

Enjolras walks to him and as soon as Grantaire lifts his head from the menu set flat on the table, he kissed him. Without hesitation, R kisses back and they both smile through their kiss, like they both know that this situation is made only for them, like they share on this very elaborate inside joke only allowed for their ears.

“No, you idiot,” Enjolras breaks the kiss and sits on R’s lap, smiling and blushing like crazy. “You’re not supposed to be here yet. It’s too fucking early.”

“Nah. I died around six in the night, so, it’s not really early if you ask me.” Grantaire kisses Enjolras’ temples and stares at Enjolras like he’s the sun. If only the blind can see how it burns. R notices the slight downward quirk of Enj’s lips, so he touches the other’s nape and lightly pulls him closer. “I’m fine, see? It’s alright. We’re both here, going to enjoy some unlimited pizza, we’re going to look out for our little girl, alright?”

Enjolras laughs. “Yes. I’ll do that with you.”

Somewhere in the universe, the brightest light turns on. No one is sure if it is the light inside Enjolras’ or Grantaire’s. But that’s alright. Everything is fine.

adorablecrab  asked:

Freckle, since you've ruined one the few activities I had no Les Mis feelings about (watching the seals be fat and happy), I think the least you can do is write me some more of that beautiful au ❤︎ ❤︎

The sea wind is fresh without being cold and Enjolras inhales large lungfuls of it. Deep breaths. That’s it. He’s done these breathing exercises since he was a kid. They always work. It’s kind of silly he needs them again though, he hasn’t had this problem for years.

A merry shout echoes out across the shore and in a flash Enjolras sees his first glimpse of Grantaire of the day. He’s wrestling in the surf with two pups so young they can hardly be distinguished from normal seals. Suddenly two unmistakable selkie heads pop up from the waves beside Grantaire and four chubby arms do their level best to push him further ashore. Enjolras guesses that must be the selkie equivalent of dunking someone under water.

“Unhand me, you little brats!” Grantaire roars and he makes a grab for the new assailants while the smaller pups let out barking laughs that still sound oddly human.

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caroll-in  asked:

♥ you almost got hit by a car and i pushed you away au with Enjolras and R (but please don't kill anyone, Sarah... ;D)

“What were you thinking?” Enjolras snaps, when he catches his breath. “If I hadn’t been there to push you out of the way, you could’ve- You can’t just run out to the road like that. What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Grantaire snaps back, like it’s Enjolras’ fault that he almost got hit by a car.

Enjolras swallows.

It is partially his fault Grantaire almost got hit by a car, though; Grantaire was so intent on running away from him that he couldn’t even be bothered to check out oncoming traffic, and Enjolras definitely wasn’t helping, coming out after him like that when he so obviously wanted to get away from Enjolras.

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