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Hickeys

Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire Rating: R Summary: He likes being marked. Notes: This is exactly what the title says it is.

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The Letter

My dearest R,

There seems to be little point in writing to you now, but I can’t quite bring myself to give up hope. It’s been a moth since they told me but there isn’t a day when I don’t look for news of you. Everything keeps going, the world keeps turning and I want to stop but I can’t. I know you’d laugh if you were here. You’d say “don’t be an idiot" and tell me that I’ve never stopped in my life. I miss you, R. I miss you so much. The others tell me there’s still hope. MIA isn’t dead. That’s the only thing that keeps me going. You could be still be out there. But it’s been a month and there’s no news. Please. Please send a message. Anything. Please be alright, R. You’d laugh at me, you know, if you could see me now. “Never knew you cared so much," you’d say, you unfeeling bastard. I nearly went to church the other day. Nearly. Didn’t think you’d appreciate prayers. I don’t know if I’ll send this. Probably not. You wouldn’t get it anyway.

I love you, R. I don’t think I said it enough when you were here but I do. I love you. Now, please come home so I can say it in person. I love you, E

Enjolras looked up to see R leaning in the doorway, a letter in his hand. Instantly recognisable, that scrap of paper written in a time of so much pain. "I thought you were gone." R wrapped his arms around Enjolras, “I’m sorry," he whispered “I’m so sorry."

Sorry about this, guys. Wrote this for school creative writing - theme was��the individual’s reaction to war and … well, I couldn’t resist.

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notes from their apartment, pt. 7/?

[part i] [part ii] [part iii] [part iv] [part v] [part vi]

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The Date

Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire Rating: PG Summary: For all the time they’ve been going out, they haven’t actually had a real date yet. Notes: Teen boyfriends!! Enjolras being a goober over Grantaire!! Me writing something that’s over 400 words long!! Et cetera!! 

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3 Times Enjolras Knew Something Was Up & The Time He Realized What It Was

Written by the lovely anothercleverimbecile uwu (based off of this post)

also nobody has ever written a fic for me before and this is really really cute also heartbreaking.  (tw for self hate??)

Grantaire walked in the door of the apartment and stopped suddenly in the living room. Enjolras was laying back on the couch, one leg up and the other dangling off the side, sneaker touching the floor, reading Rosseau. Grantaire watched the sunlight flicker through the window and across Enjolras’s face, highlighting his blonde curls and brightening his blue eyes. Enjolras was beautiful.

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notes from their apartment, pt. 7/?

[part i] [part ii] [part iii] [part iv] [part v] [part vi] [part vii]

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in which the amis are at a holiday, Enjolras is out for a walk when the others are getting drunk, and he gets lost and almost drowns.

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Alright, guess I should make this post.

Hello, everyone! I'm currently in the process of transferring schools, and moving away from home, and a bunch of other stuff I won't bore you with so tumblr has kind of taken a backseat for me. I went away for my school's orientation and when I got back I had so much other stuff going on I kinda forgot about this little project right here. Also, I wasn't even sure if anyone else cared about it. But thanks to a message I got on my personal asking about it I remembered! I've updated the queue a bit and will try to keep it up to date so there will be a continuous flow of fics, but if you ever don't see any post for a couple days come shoot me an ask on my personal, cause I at least check it even if I'm not posting on it, and it probably means the queue ran out and I forgot.

And that's all I hope you guys are having great summers. Feel free to ask any questions or submit any fics, and tell people about this blog so they can find something they like. :)

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notes from their apartment, pt. 6/?

[part i] [part ii] [part iii] [part iv] [part v]

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Just out of curiosity, what does the 'u love' tag mean exactly?

Oh man, this is probably so late and I'm sorry.

It means unrequited love.

It's mainly to just help organize things on the tags page if you're looking for a specific fic.

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Author: Murf1307

Rating: Everyone

Warning: None

Summary: Enjolras has never been comfortable with how he looks. But usually the staring stops once he’s opened his mouth. Usually, but there is nothing usual about Grantaire.

More from this verse here.

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Author: JustAnotherGinger

Rating: Everyone

Warning: None

Summary: ‘Enj,’ Grantaire said in the thick of a muggy, summer night, sitting up to look down at his new husband. ‘I want a family with you. A real family with kids and a dog and all that.’ Enjolras sat up too. ‘Grantaire. I… are you saying that…?’  

Grantaire knelt in front of him, taking his hands and looking at him in earnest. ‘I’m saying that I want a baby.’

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Author: JustAnotherGinger

Rating: Mature

Warning: None

Status: WIP

Summary: Crammed into the far corner are two guys, probably in their early twenties, one of whom has started tapping a beat on his bag. The second man has a saxophone dangling around his neck and he’s watching the Tapping Guy intently, following his beat, but for the briefest second he glances up and makes eye contact with Enjolras. Enjolras gasps audibly. This is absolutely ridiculous. This is not a film. Shit like this does not happen on the métro at eight o’ clock in the morning. But those eyes. The man with the saxophone has the most beautiful, piercing blue eyes and Enjolras cannot look away. Just like that, the moment is gone; the Saxophone Man lifts his instrument to his lips and starts to play.

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Author: Yallaintright

Rating: Mature

Warning: None

Status: WIP

Summary: If he was a religious man, Grantaire would say that when God was distributing football talent on this current generation of players, on the first day he looked at Germany. Then he looked at Brazil. Then he looked at a lot of other teams. And on the seventh day, God looked at France and said ‘you know what, I don’t really fancy it, it’s sunday and they already have croissants, I’m going back to bed.” Clearly, no one informed Enjolras of this.  

Or that one World Cup AU in which Enjolras is very good at kicking a ball around and Grantaire is very good at making footballers punch him in the face.

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Author: Crowbarwolf

Rating: Everyone

Warning: None

Summary: "Who is that?" Enjolras asks Courfeyrac, gesturing at the beautiful impeccably-dressed woman sitting at Grantaire's corner with a glass of wine held between her fingers.

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Author: Ibbyliv

Rating: Mature

Warning: None

Status: WIP

Summary: He walks to the seaside and allows the water to caress his toes and ankles, cold in a relieving manner. He stands there, filling his lungs with generous breaths of clean, salty air, and smiles slightly, eyes shut, at the way his mind seems to clear near the sea, the water and the sand being his only company.

He remains there for a while, until he suddenly finds himself in a dream of a warm breath brushing softly on his nape, a breath which slightly smells of whiskey, of knuckles stroking his cheek gently, and finally of chapped lips pressed upon the side of his neck.

He doesn’t dare to open his eyes, he doesn’t dare to wake up from this delirious dream, even though he most definitely isn’t the drunken one, and the scent of the whiskey comes from someone else. From someone else whose feet join his own in the water and whose lips are now lightly brushing on his own.

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Author: Theroadgoeson

Rating: Mature

Warning: None

Status: WIP

Summary: Enjolras is twenty-three and is already losing his hair to stress, not to mention the fact that he drinks five triple espressos a day and only sleeps for three hours. Combeferre is tired of it forces him to take a month long vacation. Enjolras goes to Paris, but when he meets a captivating barista who doesn't speak English, will he even want to go back?