#grantairethecynical

[puns-and-musicals]

hellooo!!! <3 idk if you remember but you sent me a lil conversation between ed, stede & izzy based on my izzy domestication series. i used it as inspo for a convo between ed and izzy in the next chapter!! would you like me to credit your tumblr or your ao3? :)

Of course I remember!!! Oh my goodness— either would be fine, really? I’m here on Tumblr, or I’m ah, over here on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Grantairethecynic

This was such a wonderful thing to wake up to, I’m so glad I could help!! I can’t wait to read the next chapter as well, I’ll be headed that way now 🥰

[ao3feed-lesmiserables]

Too Close To The Sun

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hWsOsv

by Grantairethecynic

Words: 328, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Enjolras, Grantaire, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Joly

Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire, Enjolras & Grantaire, ExR, E/R

Additional Tags: Angst, Colours

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hWsOsv

[jehanprouvaire-thepoet]

Jehan knocked softly on Grantaire's door. On principle, of course, for Grantaire's door was never locked properly, if at all. Stepping inside, he hurried to the man's bedroom and sat heavily upon the bed, leaning back to rest his head on the stomach of the man who lay there and hoped he had not been doing anything that required him to be still. Jehan had not looked to check.

"Odd smell, that gin." He murmured softly. "What's it made of to smell like that?"

[hereisdan]

I had this really cool dream this morning but it was also sad omg

So like I was hanging out with R (from the youngjavert crew of the barricade fellows) and like half the time it was the muse and the other half was the mun but w/e

So Rmun invited me out to this tavern place (like everything was candles and horse carriages so I assume we were back in 18whatever) and when we got there we sat down but now it was Rmuse but w/e just say they where interchangeable for the rest of the dream.

So R ordered us this drink,  so we each got one of these each, it was like a short round glass with dry spices and cinnamon and shit in it and then two tall glasses with different liquids in them one was golden colored and the other was bubbly.

So R mixed these two drinks together in the glasses for us and oh my god it tasted so good omg there just arent words to describe how good it was. just i wish there was a real drink that tasted like that. dream food makes me so sad because its fucking perfect and ill never have it here in the real world :(

Anyway so I asked  what it was and it was this special drink he had invented with the help of the bartender and they called it Sepal or something. It started with an S and the three of us said it like 7 or 8 times but I could never remember it and they had to keep reminding me.

It was this mixture of like a hard apple cider and like a bubbly tonic stuff mixed in with the spices and shit and it was heavenly.

So we fucked around in the bar for a long time and then we left, you know typical night out.

...

Anyway cut back in, years in the future, and I walk back into the bar, alone this time. I sit in the same seat I did last time and look at the bartender. Its the same guy but hes like crazy old. I ask for the drink, forgetting the name and having to have the bartender tell me, and then wait for it.

Once he delivers it I turn to the empty seat beside me, to ask R to prepare the drink, he always did it better than I could, and realize, it had been 50 years, R was dead. Died in the Revelation with his golden leader. My friend wasnt there anymore, and he hadnt been in a long, long time.

omg this was les sad in the dream kill me now the feels

of course the dream had more meat to it but who wants to hear all that hahaha 

[monsieur-joly]

Ah Bonsoir Joly, may I ask something of you?

Of course, Grantaire, anything. I hope you've not done anything awful, you're being oddly formal.

[grantairewould]

Grantaire would leap on the current trend for drinking cocktails in teacups if only so he could get away with it more. After all he is still drinking tea, just of the long island iced variety

actual best yes good

[andyethewasintrepid]

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shush yes and I am addicted to your threads with sous and parnasses and things shush.

Come be my R! Jehan needs an R to pine after and cry over and fuck shit up with!

[beaute-du-diable]

So it begins again

"Pass me my bag, would you, Emile?" Aline murmured as she continued her work, the cloth pooled in her lap taking shape as she worked out the final details.

Courfeyrac hummed a confirmation that he'd heard, sliding the bag with her tools toward her where she sat on the sofa. He was working on a similar piece, and if there was one thing he didn't want to do, it would be to ruin something of Aline's design before it could even become whole. Carefully, he lined up the cloth and stitched the two pieces together. before handing them off to Aline to be added. "Alright, that side's done."

She held it up to examine it thoroughly before adding the velvet green cloth to the skirt, smirking as the final piece was added to the dress. "Yes, that will do nicely." Delicately and deftly, she removed the piece from the mannequin and folded it, wrapping it in the paper she'd carried with her. "Well then," she heaved a sigh as she packed up the rest of her materials, "shall we be off to see your friend, then?"

"Yes. Let's be off." And with twin grins, off they went to deliver the gift to their friend.

In all honesty, Emile was slightly worried as they approached the door, given the encounter they'd had with the man's father a few days prior. Rather than walking in like he would usually, he decided to knock, so as to give the man warning that there was not someone familiar with him at the door. "I come bearing offerings to the libertine god. Are you in?" Aline gave him a very poignant look, and he responded with a grin. "You'll see." He whispered.

[puns-and-musicals]

Hey, psst...

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Grantairethecynic/pseuds/Grantairethecynic

[willowingends]

The moment where your Enjolras and Grantaire are discussing hope and doubt in the ooc chat is when you realize what character bleed exactly is.

[bonapartistlawyer-blog]

Marius&Grantaire_Walk

Marius had spent the last couple of weeks entirely indoors, and mostly in bed, waiting for the worst of his wounds to heal from his encounter with the large Spaniard. Finally allowed to leave Courfeyrac's apartment, Marius was eager to be out and about the city again. It was spring and the weather was nice, and Marius wanted to get back into his habit of taking long walks. Taking into account the loveliness of the day and the fact that Marius had seen very little of his friends recently, he decided to stop and pay Grantaire a visit. He liked checking up on the artist on occassion and thought it would be good for the both of them to get some fresh air. "Ho, Grantaire!" Marius shouted cheerfully as he knocked at his door, "Would you like to join me for a walk and perhaps something to eat? It is a lovely day!"

[ao3feed-lesmiserables]

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hYnIfw

by Grantairethecynic

Modern AU Drabble where R misses a meeting and E goes to find him. Or, that one where Enjolras finds out Grantaire can sing

Words: 602, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Enjolras, Grantaire

Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire, E/R, enjoltaire, granjolras - Relationship

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Kinda, I will follow you into the dark

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hYnIfw

[jehanprouvaire-thepoet]

A Need to Relax

Jehan gathered a deep breath and then knocked loudly on the man's door. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous about this. They were friends after all. Maybe it was simply the fact that it was a body he was still awkward in. Maybe it was the fact his corset was much too tight. The clothes formed for his own body did not quite leave him feeling comfortable in his current state. They were too small and made it harder to breath than it reasonably should.

Grantaire was the only friend he could think of who might have any supplies that were actually designed for females seeing as he had gone through much the same thing before. Thinking on those instances, the poet felt a twinge of relief. It may be hot in the warm pink dress he was in, the only one that felt semi-comfortable, but he hadn't felt the awkward need to shave the hair that had accompanied him through his transition. Hopefully whatever the man had wouldn't require that either. He rather liked the hair on his legs.

���Grantaire, please open the door.” He called after a few moments without answer. It wasn't exactly the time of the day the man liked to work on his art, but if he had been struck by inspiration he might not have heard his knocking and he wasn't going to storm into the man's house in his current state. It might surprise the man too much.

[monsieur-joly]

Claimed

Drunk Voice Mail

"Heyyy, R. Didja know that if you put hot sauce on um wires than the kitties will stop chewing on them? M' 'partment smells spicy."

[grantairewould]

Excuse you I'm a Taurus

whatever, that's like, ur opinion, man. 

[andyethewasintrepid]

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