They all have a matching tattoo, it’s a three little circles joined together on their collarbones. (Like the top row of the olympics symbol)
They also all got their ears pierced together. Combeferre let his close up almost immediately, Enjolras occasionally wears a plain black stud. Courfeyrac wears ridiculously extravagant earrings every day
Enjolras and Ferre are left handed, and they love to drive Courfeyrac crazy by buying left handed versions of kitchen equipment and just replacing them.
“I don’t get it? I can’t use the tin opener!”
“That’s what it’s like for us! Every! Single! Day!”
They’ve seen every single Disney movie. Sometimes when one is ill they’ll just marathon every toy story, followed by all of the classics
As roommates, the system they’ve worked out is that Combeferre cooks, Courf cleans and Enjolras deals with the rent etc. It works well until one of them goes away and they either starve, run out of clean clothes or risk eviction
Everyone asks how Courf can survive living with the two quieter friends. They don’t realise that Courf is very aware that sometimes they, Enjolras especially, needs quiet time, and is very able to sit quietly and help him calm down
They take monopoly very seriously.
Same with Mario kart. Enjolras plays with Mario, Ferre with Luigi and Courf always chooses Yoshi
They just balance each other out perfectly? Courfeyrac gets the other two to relax and have more fun, and E+C get Courf to calm down and take things slowly.
They all know each other so well that they can tell whatever the others are feeling. It’s not unusual for Ferre or Courf to come home and know exactly how to comfort Enjolras after a bad day
Courfeyrac spends most his life collecting the other two’s glasses and keeping them safe
They have a swear jar that they have to empty once a week
As Enjolras has the worst mental health issues out of them all, they all have a routine that helps them to deal with it. He makes them promise that if ever he’s struggling but they have also had a hard time and just need some time away, they’ll say that. Equally, Ferre makes sure he takes his meds and Courf tries to take the attention away from him whenever he’s uncomfortable
They have mass dancing parties in their socks. Courf starts them and then drags the other two up
Sometimes when they’re really stressed they’ll just pile into their car and drive for hours
They’re perfectly happy to cuddle under blankets whenever anyone’s had a bad day. Usually ends with Courfeyrac holding Enjolras’ hands as Combeferre plaits the other two’s hair
look, i get that people like writing about les amis as a contemporary radical activist group, but i’ve seen a lot of stuff that… doesn’t really reflect the reality of protest in virtually every country in the world, and certainly in basically every western democracy. at a protest today enjolras would have to beg the local institutions of power for permission to march up a public street, and he would be held responsible for any diversion from the plan he submitted. if his friends and followers were kettled and terrorised by riot police, he’d be told in no uncertain terms that this was his fault. les amis would have to hole up in someone’s flat beforehand and duct-tape and stuff cardboard inside of their jackets, in advance preparation for the inevitable police violence to come. they’d have to write the phone numbers of lawyers on their arms in magic marker and combeferre would have to check that everyone knows not to tell the police a single thing, to always ask for a lawyer, and then shut up.
enjolras would have to give his speeches with bahorel and feuilly standing on either side of him with their arms folded and their faces set, would have to march with jehan and courferyac pushing forward as his vanguard. les amis would have to surround enjolras like a tidal wave, in case the police got any bright ideas about cutting off the serpent’s head in order to make the body flail and panic and die. if and when the violence started – violence enjolras probably would not have wanted, because violence is used to re-write the history of contemporary resistance all of the time – courferyac and graintaire would have to pay in bruises to distract the cop bearing down on combeferre so it would be definite that someone would be left in the morning to post bail. joly would have to bring medical supplies in his bag with the full expectation of using them, because kettles can go on for hours and you never guarantee that even someone bleeding enough to lose their life will be allowed to leave.
when the cops come for enjolras, he’d kneel and put his hands behind his head and not say a thing, not when they kicked at the backs of his ankles or slammed him against a cop car or pulled his head back by his hair to hiss his rights into his ear. he’s a leader, and he’d know the value of a slit through his eyebrow in the press tomorrow. he’d know that this beating was coming whatever he did, but bruises in the dock in the morning make his argument for him. courferyac would, again, be the one dragged out of the crowd with his lip split and grantaire gripping tight around his wrist in vain, so combeferre could try and desperately usher away teenagers from riot shields, so joly could try and stem the bleeding of a thirteen year old girl’s head-wound, so bahorel could help jehan carry feuilly away without putting too much pressure on the point where his ribs had cracked. no one would hit a cop. if you hit a cop, a cop can do whatever they like to you, and every single member of les amis would have seen that happen with their own eyes.
the reality remains that there is virtually no such thing as a peaceful protest, because it is to the advantage of those in powerto ensure that there’s not. the reality remains that there is nothing glamorous about a riot, and that enjolras would be taking his friends’ lives in his hands with reckless abandon if he thought there was. in a sense he’d be happy if he was the only person arrested, that combeferre would have to come for him in the cold light of morning and pick him up from the police station steps and drive him to the hospital, dirt under enjolras’s fingernails and blood crusted in his hair.
he’d have spent a night cold and maybe alone and maybe sitting in an interrogation room for hours staring at bare walls and having cops yell questions in his face that he couldn’t risk answering. he’d be exhausted and sore and on the verge of total-shut down. every single protest he led, he’d have to know that this would be how it could end for him– if not something much worse. protest is dangerous. riots aren’t fun. les amis would be covered in battle scars. they would spend weeks showered in bruises and knowing that they would have more to come. in the 21st century, protesters still build barricades. in fact, they do so relatively regularly. it’s just a thought, but you might want to think about why.
i want enjolras curling himself around grantaire as they sleep and burying his face in the soft sleep-warm crook of grantaire’s neck
i want him in one of grantaire’s old nirvana t-shirts with his hair falling out of last night’s bun as he makes coffee and mostly burns toast
i want him arguing with grantaire over breakfast until grantaire gets distracted by the smear of jam next to his mouth and leans over to wipe it off
i want long slow kisses that taste like black coffee and superficial raspberries and grantaire’s fingers brushing the curve of enjolras’s jaw and enjolras smiling against his mouth and their foreheads pressed together when they break apart to breathe
Grantaire and Combeferre head a trivia team at the Corinthe every week. Sometimes the rest of the Amis join them, sometimes it’s just them two. They always get onto the leader board regardless of who shows up.
My random, unrelated, pointless Enjolras headcanons (part 1/3)
These are in no order whatsoever, they’re just random thoughts that I have
Deathly allergic to nuts, carries an EpiPen, freaks all of his friends out by casually dropping into conversation that “oh, last time I ate here they’d cooked the chips in peanut oil and I ended up in hospital” before taking a handful of chips
Can’t drive. Reasons for this are: it’s too stressful, he gets too distracted and he’s gay (gays can’t drive. I am one, so I know this)
If he’s at home, he’s under a blanket. They have about six draped over the sofa, his bed, the chairs, everywhere. He’s also broken many bones by forgetting he’s wrapped up in a blanket and getting up too quickly
He hates Starbucks. He says it’s because of the capitalist ties, but in reality it’s because they can 1) never spell his name right and 2) won’t serve him his normal double espresso with an extra shot of caffeine. Enjolras says this is a “perfectly acceptable drink”. Joly says it is “a heart attack on a saucer”
He usually ties his hair up in a ponytail, which means that he loses hair bands all the time. In the Musain there’s a little jar just full of them, and once a month Courfeyrac will empty it and replace the ones Enjolras has lost that month
He’s left handed
He’s super super blind. He wears contacts pretty much alll the time, except for in the evening when he wears glasses. He looks super hot in glasses, Grantaire chokes on air the first time he sees them.
He’s one of those people who can leave the house two minutes before needing to be somewhere and still get there on time? Courf swears he saw him leave the house at 9:55 once and manage to get to his class across town at 10 o’clock
He has an obsession with white chocolate. He will literally eat anything if it has white choc on it. This led to issues when he grabbed a handful of white chocolate covered nuts thinking they were raisins
Cries at sad films
Nearly hyperventilates when he sees people reading and then folding the page over instead of using a bookmark
from this post. poor joly and bossuet are having sudden previous-life-flashbacks to grantaire’s three page brick rant …
sorry about the quality and the fact that it changes style like five times…….. I just had to scribble it out before I ran out of energy. here’s the other post from e and R’s wedding because I have more wedding ideas so I might end up making it a series
Marius and Grantaire meeting for the first time. That’s it. Just R’s cynicism being so powerful that Marius basically pees his pants whenever he has to speak to him.
Haven’t done one of these for a while so let’s give it a go
Enjolras might seem like the tidy and organised one based on how tidy his living room and kitchen is, but his bedroom is a mess. He’s one of these people who will take clothes off and then they’ll remain there until he just wears them a week later.
Grantaire on the other hand is notoriously messy in his entire flat except for his bedroom, which is basically empty.
When they move in together, Enjolras cleans the flat and Grantaire cleans the bedroom. They’re perfectly matched.
Enjolras says he can cook. Enjolras cannot cook. Enjolras set fire to pasta. Grantaire does not know how enjolras managed to set fire to pasta
They’re one of these couples who will occasionally just blast show tunes and dance around in their socks. They’ll always say that Grantaire twisted his ankle whilst out jogging, but it was actually during a passionate reinactment of Defying Gravity.
They have an unwritten rule that when they’ve had a fight, neither can storm out of the apartment. Enjolras usually sulks in the bedroom and Grantaire takes the kitchen, but neither leave until they’ve made up
Enjolras is one of those people who can wake up ridiculously early during the week, but needs a lie in at the weekend. He often gets up at 5am to do some work before getting up during the week, but then Grantaire has to wake him up with coffee and breakfast in bed at around 11am on a Saturday
Grantaire on the other hand can stay up till 3am any day of the week, but has to sleep in until at least 9 (he claims that’s early, Enjolras thinks it’s ridiculously late for a weekday).
This means that Enjolras spends a lot of time sneaking around in the morning trying to work whilst not waking him up. He still insists he broke a toe that time he walked into a cupboard trying to leave the room without turning the light on
Enjolras begs Grantaire for a cat, and he eventually gives in. For R it’s one of those relationships where he’ll be sitting on the sofa at 2am and the cat will sit next to him just staring, and it freaks R out. He’s all cuddles with Enjolras though
Enjolras wears contacts generally, and then swaps to glasses when he gets home. This destroys Grantaire because he’s so goddamn attractive in glasses
Their most common fight is over the central heating. Grantaire is happy for it to be pretty cold in the flat, whereas Enjolras needs it to be at least 30 degrees at all times.
Enjolras adores cuddles, and often comes in from work and just,,,drapes himself across Grantaire? Or he’ll curl up on his lap or lie with his head on R’s shoulder. Grantaire is super happy to receive these cuddles obvs
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