“Oh, come on,” Grantaire scoffs, because 1) he’s an asshole and 2) having Enjolras’ furious gaze directed at him and only him is...something, to say the least. Intoxicating, if he’s feeling pretentious. And honestly, when is he ever not. “Pretty boy power prodigies like you benefit from this ’oppressive system’.”

“Grantaire,” Bossuet whispers frantically. “You maybe wanna, uh. Cut it out.”

He wants to do no such thing, thank you very much. He’s on a roll. But then he notices the telltale scent of smoke in the air. He notices the wisps of it coming from Enjolras’ clenched fists. Ah. Whoops.

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Enjolras doesn’t like the Powered education system and Grantaire doesn’t even have a power. Together, they don’t fight crime, obviously. They mostly try their best not to burn the school down. Sky High AU.

In which there are lots of awkward conversations, Enjolras is only mentioned in name and Grantaire takes an unusual stand.

Cosette laughs this time, and it’s clear and bright but there’s an edge to it that makes Grantaire’s chest hurt. “Pack mentality,” She says, patting his shoulder to signal the end of their first-aid session. “That’s what Combeferre told me.”

“Oh, God,” Grantaire groans, half-teasing, “Don’t start with that. ‘Ferre’s full of shit. The fuck does a vampire know about wolf politics, anyway?”

(aka the vampire/werewolf au no one asked for.)

"Let’s just stay in bed forever. It sounds so good, right? Just, staying here forever.”

Enjolras hums in agreement, and he shifts slightly so that their faces are level, noses almost touching. “That does sound good,” He agrees, “But we can’t. We have dinner with your parents today, remember?”

Grantaire wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “Dinner with satan, and his wife. Lovely.”

Pairing: Grantaire/Enjolras
Verse: A Body That Speaks
Rating: PG-13

Summary: Grantaire has had a lot of practice at assuming.

He calls it making love but you call it fucking because you’re too afraid to call it what he does, like you’ll somehow make it vanish by its presence on your fumbling tongue that tastes tonight like wine instead of absinthe.

Grantaire loves Enjolras and submitting to him, really he does. But, he's a switch. A switch with needs.

A commission for Shira, because she is a darling who requested a brief drabble based on the post that was going around about Grantaire getting dragged to a rally by an engaged Eponine and Cosette.

“You can see me?” he whispers, staring at Grantaire with something horribly like hope scribbled all over his really quite symmetrical face.

“Yes?” Grantaire replies uncertainly. The other man stands shakily, eyes burning with a sudden, astonishingly fierce light.

“You can /see/ me,” he breaths.

Grantaire is working late on a project in the workshop when something goes horribly wrong. Trigger warning: blood.

Enjolras joins Grantaire in detention one day, must to his pleasure. Sexual tension and flustered Enjolras ensues.

e/R | semi-public fondling, dysfunctional flirting