love, thine is the future
Tag: grantaire
He seemed to be waiting there for a bullet which should spare him the trouble of waking
The saddest line in the Brick (via barricade-blondes)
is is so important to me that OFaPD wasn’t about Grantaire buying in to the revolutionary mindset or converting to republicanism or any real transformation in his beliefs. It was about him embracing his own beliefs and standing up for what was important to him.
Enjolras didn’t respect him for converting to Enjolras’ way of thinking, he respected him for committing as strongly to his own convictions as Enjolras did his. He saw the value in Grantaire’s values.
OFaPD was as much about Grantaire converting Enjolras as Enjolras converting Grantaire and that’s pretty integral to my understanding of the Brick as a whole
Until you are Sleeping
Short exR fic, kinda angsty and shitty. Canon era, after the barricade w/ only Enj and R surviving.
TW: Mention of self-harm
Insp. in part by @enjoloras fic Chasing a Ghost, def go read that, it’s incredible.
Noise. Blood. Smoke. Suffocating smoke. He heard screams, gunshots, tasted iron and the copper tang of blood on his lips. Where were his friends? He could see nothing beyond an arms length away, bodies twisting and writhing in the fog and dirt. Voices. Pleading.
“Help”
“No!”
“Please”
Begging over and over and over until, one by one, they fell silent, their bodies collapsing at his feet, blank eyes staring up at him.
He was alone.
Enjolras awoke with a strangled scream, throwing the blankets off as he sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air. He could still taste the smoke. Beside him, Grantaire stirred, raising himself half up on one elbow, looking at Enjolras through heavy-lidded eyes. He reached out, brushing Enjolras’ trembling wrist, then took his hand, pulling him against his chest, running his other hand through his boyfriend’s damp curls.
“Shhh. It’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re safe. You’re home.”
Grantaire repeated these words over and over, holding Enjolras’ shaking body close. Enjolras relaxed slightly at the touch, but tensed up again immediately, turning away from Grantaire’s embrace and shaking his head.
“Don’t.”
Grantaire reached out for him, running a hand along his back.
“What is it?”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes. I do.”
“It happens so often now, you shouldn’t care anymore.”
“I will always care.”
“Don’t pretend.”
“I am not pretending.”
Grantaire slid up the cuff of Enjolras’ shirt, running a finger over the scars on his wrist. “I can’t let this happen to you.”
“You would gladly kill me if you knew what I’ve done.”
“You could never, in a thousand years, do anything to make me hurt you.”
Enjolras pulled free of Grantaire’s grasp, turning to face him with tears in his eyes. “You don’t understand. I killed them. I killed them and I watched them die. I killed them as surely as if I’d held a gun to their heads. I’m the reason they’re gone. The reason for grieving sisters and widows. I’m a monster, Taire!”
His tone escalated through the sentence until he was screaming, tears streaming down his cheeks, hands blindly snatching at thin air as though it could bring his friends back. Grantaire reached for him, only to have his hand slapped away.
“Stop!” Enjolras wrapped his arms around his own heaving chest, rocking back and forth, trembling from head to toe. “I don’t deserve to have you hold me and tell me that I’m safe, you’re here for me. I don’t deserve your love!”
“Everyone deserves love, no matter what. You are my love, for life, and nothing will ever change that.”
Enjolras’ only response was to bury his head in his hands, fingernails digging into his forehead, a ring of angry red crescents marring his pale skin.
Grantaire waited, murmuring reasurences to the trembling figure, feeling more helpless than ever.
He reached out, hands brushing across Enjolras’ back. This time, he did not pull away. Grantaire slid across the bed to gather him in his arms, holding him tightly to him, stroking his back and hair. Enjolras turned towards him, burying his face in Grantaire’s chest.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For this, for the mess that I am, for making you deal with me.”
“You are not making me do anything. I have chosen this, and would not trade it for the world. I love you, all of you, no matter what happens.”
“I should not be like this. I am weak.”
“Everyone is.”
“I can’t live like this, Taire.” Enjolras looked up at Grantaire, tears dripping down his face. “Will they ever go away?”
“I can’t promise they will. But I won’t either.”
Grantaire pulled Enjolras into a tighter embrace, clasping him against his chest until he could feel the other’s racing heart. He kissed the top of Enjolras’ head, stroking his hair and rocking him until he felt him relax and lean into him.
“You’ll stay with me?”
“Until you are sleeping.”
Courfeyrac: Are you a big spoon or a little spoon?
Enjolras: I’m a knife.
Grantaire, from across the room: He’s a little spoon.
Marius: Haha, how would you know?
Les Amis: *looks into the camera like they’re on the office*
Marius: What? What are you all looking at?
Reincarnation au where you only remember your past life when someone says the last words you heard before you died.
It’s Enjolras and Grantaire’s wedding day, each having written their own meaningful vows, Grantaire starting his first. He has marveled at the beauty of his soon to be husband, gushed and revered their time together. With tears of gratitude in his eyes, he ends his vows: “I love you, and if you let me, I would love you forever. Do you permit it?”
And suddenly it all comes rushing back.
i was looking at pictures of the may 1968 french student revolution
grantaire…?
Blagden what are you doing put that time machine back where it came from right now or so help me
I don’t know if this has been done, but a May 68 AU for the barricade boys would do my historian heart so good…
after an incident in 2012 Joly, Bossuet, and Grantaire try to avoid pirates and mariachi bands at all costs
but then Marius and Combeferre decided to throw Courfeyrac the best birthday party ever, which included a band of pirates and a mariachi group
it does not go well
at least three things are on fire, the cake is stuffed into a trumpet, there’s for some reason a giraffe for which they’re all banned from the Parisian zoo, and Grantaire, Joly, and Bossuet are in a rowboat in the Seine, frantically rowing away from the police and some very angry pirates while Grantaire’s playing an accordion he took from the mariachi band
This is, without question, the best post that anyone has ever tagged me in.
But now I have to wonder, what was the original incident? Did Bossuet accidentally steal a trumpet from one of the mariachi players, forcing them all to take refuge among the pirates (which of course backfired because, as everyone knows, pirates prefer the low brass instruments)? Were they drafted to serve as extras in the mariachi band because the lead singer wasn’t wearing his glasses and mistook their pirate costumes for mariachi outfits, only to mortally offend the band members with Joly’s fantastically awful sense of rhythm? Inquiring minds want to know!
they were running away from Madame Houcheloup, whom they had mortally offended, and they came across a pirate ship. the pirate captain was having a birthday party with a mariachi band as entertainment.
the three of them stole mariachi costumes to escape her wrath, and as always with these three, things went wrong. things went so wrong. it’s hard to believe how wrong things went.
they ended up accidentally sinking the ship, insulting the captain’s honor by yelling that captains have to go down with them ship- that’s the rules of being captain, ruining the mariachi costumes and instruments, and starting a fist fight between a mariachi player and the first mate.
but the worst slight was that Joly offended everyone with his awful sense of rhythm while playing the maracas.
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