An Act, A Scene
In a world where Eponine is the girl she was raised for years to be: she would have a fine dress, and a finer education, and tell Marius witty things about Gods and kings and monsters while she kissed his kind mouth.
See how Enjolras puts his arms around Grantaire, to better hold him in place? Marius would fix her to him like that. He would say smart, eloquent, insightful things, like Enjolras, and she would banter, like Grantaire.
In a language that you can’t read just yet
In which Grantaire and Enjolras are accidental (or not quite) flatmates and everything is Cosette’s fault (except blaming her is pointless, because, well, Cosette)
Enjolras swallowed. “I didn’t know he had tattoos on his back.”
"Yeah," said Joly, shrugging. "I mean, he lives with me and before about noon, he’s allergic to shirts—"
"Why—" said Enjolras weakly.
"I always figured he had a bad shirt experience," Joly offered. "Shirts killed his family, or his first dog got hit by a truck full of shirts."
Enjolras shook his head. His face was a little flushed.
"Ooh, are you experiencing symptoms?" said Joly, brightening. "What’s your pulse doing? Are you breathing normally? How do your glands feel?"
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
Let’s get physical (Let me hear your body talk)
So I watch you through the bookcase, imagining a scene
Grantaire smirked and made a move to throw the book back and before Enjolras could stop himself, he blurted out: “Don’t throw it, you’ll hurt it!”
the stars on the tip of your tongue
“I’ve asked you all here today to discuss something of the utmost importance,” he begins, and Grantaire sinks further down in his seat. It’s stuff he’s heard Enjolras talk about before—he’s not exactly the quiet type—equal rights for magical creatures: the leprechauns, goblins, banshees, vampires, Veelas, everyone, even the—
“—werewolves,” Enjolras concludes, and Grantaire very carefully does not flinch.
(A Harry Potter AU that takes place three years after the war. Loosely based on a tumblr prompt.)
What Beauty There Is To Be Found In Bliss
Written for a prompt on round 2 of the kink meme. Focus on Grantaire being ugly, Enjolras being particularly beautiful, and good fellatio. Thick prose, set in the canon era.
If you are the Ghost of Christmas (won’t you stay the night)
It’s Christmas Eve and Grantaire is trapped in an elevator with Enjolras, of all people, because gods and the universe and karma all are in league against Grantaire.