#grantaire/jehan

[whorejolras]

snippet of sw grantaire!!!!!!!!! the people desire it

asddfhjjfkls that was fast ok

here's some Grantaire/Jehan smut 🤭 just for you and the people of course 😘 (and some Enjolras pov under the cut too 👀)

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Grantaire could fuck Jehan for hours.

He had been, in fact. When the two of them stumbled into their bedroom the sun had been low and the light golden. Now night had fallen, hot air coming in through the open windows as Jehan’s breathy gasps escaped. They'd gotten up a few rounds ago to light some candles, which bathed the room in warm and dynamic light.

Warm and dynamic, just like Jehan.

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They had always been a favourite of Grantaire’s. One, Jehan also knew how they could get caught up and lose time, so they always booked an entire day. Never less than twelve hours, paying for all of them even if they used less than half.

But they could use it all, they were easy to spend time with, both when they were fucking and when they were silently lying together, or sitting next to each other in bed reading or sketching, sharing joints and increasingly bizarre ideas.

For another thing, Jehan was gorgeous and addictive to touch. Grantaire was particularly fond of the light pink and white floral tattoos that cascaded out from the pale scars on their chest. Vines climbing their chest up on one side, circling a nipple and blooming with flowers across their shoulder, and vines climbing down on the other side, trailing down across their stomach and around their hip.

Grantaire had traced them with his fingers, with kisses, with his tongue. He had straddled Jehan's stomach before and jerked himself off, watching while Jehan squirmed below him, coming all over the leaves and petals and indulging himself by tracing it around a little before cleaning them off.

Right now, it was the other way around. Jehan was sat atop Grantaire, who was hard and twitching, wearing a new condom (Jehan was very good at changing them over every so often, so they wouldn't weaken and break) and a tight, vibrating cock ring. Jehan was grinding on top of him, not letting him push inside, just moving back and forth while he felt the wet heat of them against him.

They were holding a vibrator to a very swollen clit and making a show of it, and Grantaire gripped their hips as hard as he knew they liked it and obediently watched.

“You're stunning,” he said, not even trying to cover how husky his voice had gone. Jehan moaned a little louder at the praise and grinded faster against him.

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and uhhh here's the same scene but from a surprise voyeur Enjolras pov 🫣 sorry not sorry

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Enjolras retreated to his bedroom after the sun was set, and sat at his desk to get a bit of work done; looking over blueprints and drafting a plan of attack for Eponine’s next operation. The night was still stiflingly hot, he threw open his windows and sat back down at the desk that he'd moved to sit underneath them, so he could look out past the grounds and to the skyline of Paris on the horizon.

At first, he didn't notice the sound, caught up in his own head. Then it happened again, and he looked up into the night. Soft whimpering sounds drifted out in the evening air.

Before he could make anything of it, the sound was followed by a moan. Well, that was pretty clear. Enjolras blushed when he recognised his friend’s voice. Of course, Jehan’s room was right above his, and it was a hot night. It wouldn't be the first time since they moved in that Jehan had forgotten their windows were open.

Enjolras stood to close his windows, wanting to give his friend some privacy, but his hand stilled when he heard another, deeper, huskier voice.

“You're stunning.”

A jolt of white hot energy rushed through Enjolras’ spine at the sound. It was R- Grantaire. Of course it was, he shook himself, and from the floor above Jehan moaned a little louder.

“R,” Jehan gasped. Right, Jehan. His friend, having sex, with someone who absolutely didn't want Enjolras listening.

He reached for the window again, but only got as far as resting his fingers on the handle before he heard R purr the words “pretty boy.”

Enjolras swallowed a strangled sound.

Oh, that's not fair, he thought. Hearing those words from that voice and the things it did to his body. What was worse, not seeing the man's face while he said them.

Jehan made more sounds, Enjolras needed to stop. He needed to close his windows, to leave his room, to go take a cold shower right now. He needed Grantaire to shut the fuck up, because he knew he couldn't walk away otherwise.

So of course Grantaire kept talking.

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um ok that's all i got for now let me know if you like it or wanna know what happens next 👀 that would 100% encourage me to finish the very long fic and post the whole thing 😇

[antynous]

Livre Quatrième - Les amis de l'ABC

Un groupe qui a failli devenir historique.

[bernard-the-rabbit]

Il me semble que je vais fusiller une fleur.

[kim-the-miserable-rat]

DRINK WITH ME (BUT GRANTAIRE IS PLAYING THE GUITAR AND JEHAN PROVUAIRE IS PLAYING THE CONCERTINA

(for those who had trouble finding it in YouTube)

[leverontdemain]

Jean Valjean pls bring Les amis home too🥺

[formulaheart]

Watching a production of les mis that actually takes med student Joly seriously:

him bandaging up most of the students after the first round of gunfire

him dashing around feeling foreheads and checking bandages during calm scenes

some of the boys desperately dragging him over to check on Eponine after a little fall if rain and him just shaking his head

him crying with and holding Marius

him anxiously checking on people before finally passing out during drink with me

taking care of Prouvaire before he dies in the final battle

it was absolutely a background plotline that you wouldn't notice unless you knew who all of them were but it made me absolutely sick

[sachart]

I started this for last year's Barricade Day then forgot about it and finished it about a month ago

Happy Barricade Day 2023 everyone! I guess I'm never growing out of this

[hater-era]

LES AMIS DESIGNS!!!

ik the colours are garish but they are the colours I have assigned to each les amis (I did not have a clear concept of bahorel when designing him forgive me bahorel stans)

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

The REAL reason Les Mis is a great book is because it has the duality of you being able to randomly open it to any page and find the most beautiful-soul-crushing-poetic-timeless-eye-opening sentence ever

but also Victor Hugo consciously chose to make every single character is the lamest most socially inept mess and awkward crazy dork you've ever seen and it's great.

[guhfis]

mentally I'm in 2012 rn

[autumnalmess]

To anyone struggling with their mental health this holiday season: read Les miserables by Victor Hugo

it won't help, but at least then you'll know about the sewers

[sapphossidechick]

well maybe if you weren’t always on that damn barricade

[roach-kinnie]

canon barricade boys as they’re introduced

honestly reading this part of the brick is basically reading a list of headcannons off tumblr but i digress

Enjolras

…a charming young man who was capable of being a terror.

- essentially both a nerd and a jock

- very very pretty

- cares about justice, not women

- his speech can be harsh and intense

Combeferre

He was learned and a purist, precise, eclectic, hard-thinking, and at the same time imaginative ‘to the point of fantasy’, his friends said.

- very close with Enjolras, and really balances his out

- believes that education is really important in society

- gentle, and while he could fight would rather not

Jehan

Jean Prouvaire was a lover; he cherished a pot of flowers, played the flute, wrote verses, loved the people…

- learned Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew to be able to read poetry

- likes to walk through meadows of wild flowers

- he likes to contemplate social issues and the immensity of the heavens

- kind in a way that kindness is like greatness

- an only child

- awkward and shy and fearless

Feuilly

There is no more powerful eloquence than that of indignation based on true conviction, and his was the power that he possessed.

- makes fans

- an orphan - he likes to say that his country took the place of his mother

- he taught himself how to read and write

- affectionate and warm hearted

- is really passionate about issues beyond France (greece, poland, hungary, etc)

Courfeyrac

He possessed that youthful ardour that may be termed the infernal beauty of the spirit.

- ditched the de part of de Courfeyrac because it was too bougie and he wanted to be like lafayette

- he’s essentially the heart of the revolution

- he’s “decent” (victor hugo did him dirty here)

Bahorel

He was a born agitator: that is to say, he enjoyed nothing more than a quarel except a rebellion, and nothing more than a rebellion except a revolution.

- wears crimson waistcoats

- connected the ABC to other groups

- his motto is “no lawyers”, he would literally button up his coat every time he walked by the law school to avoid ‘contamination’

- he has no regular habits but likes to stroll through paris and go to different cafes

Bossuet

Bossuet was a cheerful but unlucky young man, notable for the fact that he succeeded in nothing. On the other hand, he laughed at everything.

- so very bald

- he’s poor, as in basically always broke but still finds a way to squander money when he can

- merry and cheerful and good humoured

- studying law

- couch surfs, but mostly lives with Joly

- bald

Joly

For the rest, he was the gayest of them all.

- med student

- disabled and uses a cane

- jolly and eccentric

Grantaire

Grantaire was a young man who made a point of believing in nothing.

- goes by R because of grand R (aka capital R because he’s such a nerd)

- knows where all the best alcohol is

- so fucking ugly

- a boxer, gymnast and dancer

- completely and utterly in love with Enjolras

[kim-the-miserable-rat]

LES MIS INCORRECT QUOTES (part 3)

JAVERT

GRANTAIRE

JEHAN PROVUAIRE

ENJOLRAS

BAHOREL

BISHOP MYRIEL (to the national guards after Jean Valjean stole some of his silver)

JOLLLLY

EPONINE

MARIUS PONTMERCY

[formulaheart]

I know Marius gets a lot of hate for everything he does but he deserves more credit because if i was kicked out of my house by my grandfather (who's an enormous prick) (and the only family i have) and had to live in a crusty sketchy apartment by myself and learn like 5 languages to pay for rent and school and then finally found a group of friends (family) united by a cause that i actually believed in (or at least i believed in them) only for every single one of them to die and for me to survive leaving me by myself with MY GRANDFATHER i wouldn't survive a week even to start.

[hater-era]

what if elle woods was a 29 year old man who is a sad alcoholic and crushed on a guy so much that he joined a revolution he did not believe in for said guy only to be disillusioned that said guy does not love back him at all

Im procrastinating on law school (😮‍💨)to draw a fictional man in scenarios inspired by a woman going through law school i have excellent priorities y'all. anyways:

- in this thing enjolras is somehow both emmett and warner.

-I forgot how to draw enjo’s hair in the barriere du maine one so he has long hair now. Let’s pretend he grew out his hair at some point before cutting it all off as some kind of symbol idk

-COURFEYRAC 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

-'(he)looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness' okay loser (affectionate)

songs referenced:

what you want

chip on my shoulder

rant in tags!