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spinosacha · 11 months

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Hi! So i’m a beginner in writing fics so be nice lol. This is a Enjoltaire story in a modern setting with shifting povs paralleling the ending of the student arch in the book but being a lot lighter in tone namely because they don’t die in the end (spoilers). Pretty fluffy i would say. Also Gran uses Them/them pronouns while Enj uses She/her pronouns here.

Trigger warning: includes police violence (not a very explicit description but it’s there shortly) + substance abuse+negative self talk.

Also I haven't personally faced police violence but I hope I have dealt with it in an inoffensive way but don’t hesitate to correct me if you find my way of writing about it inappropriate.

Also I included a blockade of a bank and that inspired by a real action happening in paris recently! If you don’t know about the EACOP pipeline I recommend looking it up and/or checking out the movement against EACOP on instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/stopeacop/

and if you want to contribute to the fight you can download the Regroop app:

https://apps.apple.com/us/app/regroop/id1645549437

That being said happy barricade day!

Grantaire could stop whenever they wanted too. That's what they had always said when faced with worrying looks. Of course they didn't actually believe that but they didn't really care. They didn't really matter anymore. It seemed that whoever they were had dissolved in wine and the sun. It sounds awfully romantic phrased like that but Grantaire could see how incredibly depressing it was. But they could stop whenever they wanted too.

“How can the sun hurt you”, the reader might ask, apparently oblivious to sunburn. Well it could in a name. Apollo. Well that and Enjolras. All it took was the sound of that name and Grantaire became entirely undone, only just threading themself together before she arrived. Short hair cut like a mane, those ridiculously pretty androgynous facial features that seemed to skip the station of gender to drive directly to an awfully cliché platonic beauty, those focused and awake eyes and her voice that always sounded exactly like her- unlike Grantaire's voice that always seemed to betray them and run to whatever outer force was stronger that them.

That was what followed the name. They could leave whenever they wanted too. It was tempting because this feeling was not pleasant. They did love Enjolras, that much had gotten hard to deny, but their love was nonetheless theirs. No wonder it got soaked up in the dirtiness that followed them- the dirtiness that seemed like the only part left. It had taken a Grantaire to make Enjolras into something less than perfect but that will do it.

Currently Gran was drinking at the Corinth because even Laigle and Jolly was busy actually doing stuff at the Amis meetings and then the name came.

“Hi Gran. Can i sit here?”

She paused after pulling the chair out, awaiting an answer.

Sun shone directly on Grantaire from the window revealing the dust and hair on their shirt while making them sweat from the heat and squint in the light. Very flattering.

“Sure”

She sat down.

“Ehm. I wanted to ask, just in case. I know we have quarreled a bit in the time we have known each other.”

That was understatement, or felt like it at least because while some disagreements had led to light banter and more opportunities to speak with Enjolras- to have Enjolras’ attention, the ugly discussions took days for Grantaire to shake off.

“-but i want to let you know that i, not that it matters what i think, but i appreciate what you did at the action.”

The action. Civil disobedience against a plan to construct an oil pibe line in west africa that would not only be an environmental disaster but also a continuation of proud french colonial activity. One of the major banks investing in it was holding a general meeting and the abc had blocked the entrance alongside other activist groups.

It had been a really good day for Enjolras. Sure, she had been shaken, even scared when the teargas came and when the police turned violent but part of her enjoyed the resistance even though she felt bad about it. Ideally stuff like that wouldn't happen and god knows some would be treated harsher than her but she felt like push back was a sign that it meant something. Deep inside of her, too deep for her to bother to reach into, she maybe also felt like this was her way of being someone and being worth something. Nobody could tell her she was living wrong if she had in any way helped make the world a better place. If that meant going out of her comfort zone, so be it.

When the cops came, Gran had also come. Doing most of the action they had sat on a nearby bench drinking. They must have seen that Enjolras was getting anxious though, because when the cops came they headed directly to her and asked if they were allowed to lock arms with her to better secure their position. Of course they were. Of course. Though Enjolras’ patience often got tested by them and though Grantaire had sometimes overstepped, Enjolras genuinely liked Grantaire and she really wanted them to find something to truly care about.

So when she approached the table it was not a feeling of obligation. In fact she was very excited to talk to them and nervous in a way she didn't really understand.

“I really did appreciate it, Gran”. She paused to try and read their reaction.They looked down at their empty glass, wearing an expression she didn't know how to interpret so she went on.

“I don't want to push you into doing something you don’t want to do but i know you are a talented artist and the group could need some assistance with a poster for the pride protest”.

Enjolras had been told she doesnt reveal much with her body language and facial expression but she was convinced anybody could see how she hung on Grantaire's lips- no not like that- in anticipation of their answer.

Though, Enjolras couldn't help but notice how soft Grans hair looked and how strands of their shoulder length hair created a transparent veil as dark lace curtains for their deep brown eyes that reflected the sun. As you do when talking to people you have no feelings for.

Grantaire didnt look up. Didn't dare to look up, until Enjolras asked, “Gran?”. When they met Enjolras’ gaze, the movement startled themself.

“uh i think i could do that, yeah”

Then Courfeyrach attacked them from behind, hooking both arms around their necks, startling both of them.

“I’m really happy to hear that, Gran!”

“Jesus Courfeyrack”, Enjolras mumbled, clutching her heart.

“Hey, remember you said you would kiss Gran if they would help us out?”

Enjolras was convinced anybody would be able to see her flush now.

“I- i said i could kiss them as a FIGURE OF SPEECH”

“Sure thing. Got the mail from that group btw, they're in”

“Good to hear! I am very grateful you handle the hell that is emails”

Courfeyrac released his grip around them and started to flow away.

“Oh you should be”.

He left a thick silence behind.

“I should probably be going” Enjolras stood up from his chair.

“Yeah I'll see you”. Grantaire gave a careful smile.

They always felt like this when talking to Enjolras one on one, so vulnerable. Surprisingly, this time they also felt a twist of an almost safe feeling, of course not comparable to the amount of anxiety they felt but it was there. They also couldn't help thinking about the complim*ent Enjolras had given them even though they told themself not to trust it as genuine.

After the meeting was over Gran went home after they had tried to cheer Jolly up, who was frustrated of becoming ill yet again. Gran did not entertain any notions that they could really help their friends in any meaningful way, yet they always tried for some reason.

When they had walked some way down the street on their way home though, they heard the voice of Enjolras call their name. They turned and saw her approach.

“So. Ehm, fuck. Courfeyrack said that thing about the kiss and i-” She blushed, something Grantaire had never seen. It was like seeing a saint naked, surprising but not unwelcomed.

“i- hope that didnt make you uncomfortable”

“ehm no, no it was fine.”

“Good! Good, cause i didn't want to make you uncomfortable, you know, that’s the last thing I would want… to do.”

Why were Enjolras being so weird? Gran had never seen her like this.

Enjolras breathed in looking at the sky and repeated “I dont want to make you uncomfortable.” She then looked at Grantaire. “So i’m going to ask first and don’t feel bad about saying no. That’s what Combefere told me to do”. She seemed to say the last part mostly to herself.

She stepped closer to Gran, and Gran was equally confused, nervous and excited. Then she leaned slightly towards him and asked softly, “do you permit it?”.

They answered by meeting her lips in a quick kiss. When the pulled apart Enjolras’ smile was wide. “Of course i do” Grantaire whispered.

The next kiss started soft and grew bolder, Enjolras pushed a strand of Grans hair behind their ear and then entangled her hand in the rest of their hair. Gran for once didnt think but only felt. The warmth, the butterflies, the need to be close to Enj. It was as if Grantaire had become a part of the pure perfection that is Enjolras in that moment. When they parted though, Grantaire also noticed a faint bit of themself in her. She also seemed nervous and a bit disheveled, as if she had hurriedly taken her jacket on to go after them.

Granataire felt the sunburn of the kiss for many days after and it was not a very nice feeling. After a high they always felt down the days after. Enjolras also lived in utter confusion for some time after. Nonetheless they both had the feeling that this was something they could get used to. They hoped and secretly believed that it wouldn't be the last time.

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