kleopatraphilopator:

Grantaire: every time I stay over at a hotel I take a bite out of the soap bar to confuse the cleaning staff

Enjolras:

Enjolras: what the actual fuck

lesmis-imagine:

Listen, I love sweet, awkward Enjolras who has trouble with pda as much as the next fan but please imagine if you will a really, really adorably physical Enjoltaire.

Imagine Enjolras and Grantaire being unable to keep their hands off each other for more than a second or two (“We’re making up for lost time~!” R insists, with his boyfriend cuddled up in his lap). It gets absolutely ridiculous; Enjolras sitting in Grantaire’s lap even though there are plenty of other chairs he could be sitting in (which has absolutely nothing to do with the way R’s hand rubbing his thigh and cupping his hips), intense after-argument makeout sessions that make everyone in the immediate vicinity feel slightly dirty, Enjolras draped across Grantaire’s lap with the artist running his fingers through his hair and ranting to Courf about something then completely loosing his train of thought because ‘Taire tugged on his hair in just the right way and goddamn that felt good. The Amis are all torn between thinking it’s adorable and begging them to just get a room.

One time poor Marius forgot one of his textbooks in the Musain and went back after a particularly argumentative meeting. He was still bright red when he got home and refused to talk about what he saw.