“I’ve asked you all here today to discuss something of the utmost importance,” he begins, and Grantaire sinks further down in his seat. It’s stuff he’s heard Enjolras talk about before—he’s not exactly the quiet type—equal rights for magical creatures: the leprechauns, goblins, banshees, vampires, Veelas, everyone, even the—

“—werewolves,” Enjolras concludes, and Grantaire very carefully does not flinch.

“I’ve asked you all here today to discuss something of the utmost importance,” he begins, and Grantaire sinks further down in his seat. It’s stuff he’s heard Enjolras talk about before—he’s not exactly the quiet type—equal rights for magical creatures: the leprechauns, goblins, banshees, vampires, Veelas, everyone, even the—

“—werewolves,” Enjolras concludes, and Grantaire very carefully does not flinch.

Enjolras says, “Combeferre and I have selected three potential plays for our next production: Twelfth Night, Doctor Faustus, and Hamlet.”

“Phantom of the Opera,” the stranger in the back of the room says suddenly. “People love that sort of thing. Put on anything by Andrew Lloyd Webber and you’ll be sold out.” He smiles, slowly. “Promise.”

(Or: In which Enjolras is the leader of a group of theatre students that stages a production at the local theatre twice a year for free, and Grantaire shows up to rehearsal one day with his guitar and his Taylor Swift songs and everything quickly goes to hell.)

It is 1998, and Yuri is dead.

—In which Yuri is a ghost, and Yuuri and Viktor are the grim reapers assigned to help him cross over before his soul fades away into nothingness.

It is 1998, and Yuri is dead.

—In which Yuri is a ghost, and Yuuri and Viktor are the grim reapers assigned to help him cross over before his soul fades away into nothingness.

When Viktor opens his eyes, Yuri is staring at him with a horrified expression.

Granted, Yuri greets him with that face every time Viktor opens his mouth, so Viktor doesn’t quite grasp the gravity of the situation at first. But then it comes to him in stages: a gradual ache settling in his lower back, a peculiar stiffness in his joints, and, most horribly of all—

He runs towards the nearest mirror and freezes at the reflection that gapes back at him.

His hair.

Viktor screams.

(A sort of Howl's Moving Castle AU.)

“You’re the only one he has left,” the social worker says from behind his cluttered desk, desperate and urgent. But Viktor’s eyes are drawn solely to the small boy crouched in the corner of the room, bright orange hoodie thrown over his head. He meets Viktor’s gaze squarely, unblinking.
"I've only just turned twenty," Viktor says.

—In which Viktor acquires legal guardianship of Yuri Plisetsky. (Or: five times Yuri glared at Viktor, and one time he almost smiled.)

(This is so fucking cute I can't even. Viktor is the worst but also the best)

“I’ve asked you all here today to discuss something of the utmost importance,” he begins, and Grantaire sinks further down in his seat. It’s stuff he’s heard Enjolras talk about before—he’s not exactly the quiet type—equal rights for magical creatures: the leprechauns, goblins, banshees, vampires, Veelas, everyone, even the—

“—werewolves,” Enjolras concludes, and Grantaire very carefully does not flinch.

“I’ve asked you all here today to discuss something of the utmost importance,” he begins, and Grantaire sinks further down in his seat. It’s stuff he’s heard Enjolras talk about before—he’s not exactly the quiet type—equal rights for magical creatures: the leprechauns, goblins, banshees, vampires, Veelas, everyone, even the—

“—werewolves,” Enjolras concludes, and Grantaire very carefully does not flinch.

13,430 words | Steve, and Bucky— It’s kind of complicated.

(A modern AU in which Steve and Bucky are nurses who share an apartment, and nothing has changed.)

Enjolras says, “Combeferre and I have selected three potential plays for our next production: Twelfth Night, Doctor Faustus, and Hamlet.”

“Phantom of the Opera,” the stranger in the back of the room says suddenly. “People love that sort of thing. Put on anything by Andrew Lloyd Webber and you’ll be sold out.” He smiles, slowly. “Promise.”

(Or: In which Enjolras is the leader of a group of theatre students that stages a production at the local theatre twice a year for free, and Grantaire shows up to rehearsal one day with his guitar and his Taylor Swift songs and everything quickly goes to hell.)

Grantaire catches a falling star and builds a moving castle, and Enjolras, who’s been turned into a ninety-year-old man, bangs on his door one day and refuses to leave. A Howl’s Moving Castle AU.

“I’ve asked you all here today to discuss something of the utmost importance,” he begins, and Grantaire sinks further down in his seat. It’s stuff he’s heard Enjolras talk about before—he’s not exactly the quiet type—equal rights for magical creatures: the leprechauns, goblins, banshees, vampires, Veelas, everyone, even the— “—werewolves,” Enjolras concludes, and Grantaire very carefully does not flinch. (A Harry Potter AU that takes place three years after the war. Loosely based on a tumblr prompt.)