#dammit grantaire

[a-heart-full-of-dumb]

I just need to talk about the dynamic between Grantaire and Enjolras in the Dutch tour I saw yesterday cause holy shit it was good

I saw an understudy for Grantaire (Leon de Graaf) and the main actor for Enjolras (Mark Roy Luykx) so I am not sure if this dynamic is different with the main actor for Grantaire.

The moment we get introduced to Grantaire in red and black he's sitting at a table in the corner, already very clearly very drunk. He's joking with Bossuet, already making a mockery of the whole revolution while also desperately glancing at Enjolras.

The moment Marius comes in and starts rambling about love, Grantaire perks up, sensing there's something he can go along with to maybe get Enjolras's attention (but also cause 'finally something interesting happens' as he's definitely still a bit of an asshole at this point) and full on throws himself into Marius's arms and plants himself on his lap while Enjolras is staring daggers into his back. During the end of Grantaire's solo as his bottle gets thrown around the backroom, Enjolras catches it and Grantaire nearly stumbles over his feet coming to a stop in front of him. The look on Grantaire's face omg. I genuinely expected cartoon heart eyes to pop out if his. The man definitely admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. During Enjolras's scolding speech to Marius, Grantaire makes a very big mockery of it, jokingly marching around the room, making funny faces, etc. But when he notices Enjolras doesn't notice it, he sits back down.

He keeps drinking and mocking and laughing loudly at everything during the remainder of the song until the point where Gavroche comes in with the news that General Lamarque had died. The moment Enjolras starts about how they will rise on the funeral day, Grantaire drops his mockery and just panics. The fear and sadness in his eyes as he looked at Enjolras omg. Enjolras, again, doesn't notice.

From this point on, Grantaire seemingly only uses his mockery as a mask and a way to get Enjolras's attention.

At the start of act 2, after the dogs will bark flees will bite part, Enjolras hands Grantaire a rifle. Grantaire gives Enjolras a surprised look and then looks at the rifle like he had never seen one before. He shakes his head, hands the rifle to one of the woman on the barricade and storms off stage. (Immediately followed by a worried looking Bossuet.) Enjolras doesn't see this either. Nor does he notice Grantaire's spiraling from that point on. All he sees is the mockery, the laughing, the pointing, he just hears how loud Grantaire will laugh at his statements. This is what Grantaire seemingly wanted him to see too.

Then drink with me happens. At the end of their solo's, Feuilly, Jehan and Joly are standing next to each other as Grantaire pushes himself through them, laughing and exclaiming loudly "drink with me!" The others laugh as well, being used to this behaviour from Grantaire. At first Enjolras just shoots a glance into his direction, but the moment Grantaire goes onto his next line, Enjolras keeps an eye on him as if intrigued by what might happen. The moment Grantaire mentions death he nearly starts a fight and sends Joly into another panic attack. Enjolras decides that that's his que to come in and climbs down the barricade.

He stops maybe a few metres in front of Grantaire, but he doesn't look mad. The expression on Enjolras's face was kind and soft and concerned. This seems to be the first time Enjolras really sees Grantaire without the mockery. He's now standing in front of an emotional and terrified man. Enjolras starts to say something (the audience doesn't hear what) but Grantaire cuts him off. Enjolras goes to pull Grantaire into a hug, but Grantaire pushes him away. Enjolras tries again, Grantaire pushes him away again and storms past him. He leans against a wall at the side of the stage, his back turned to the others and sobs. Enjolras stares at his back for a few seconds, looking sad himself before going back to the barricade. Gavroche had run after Grantaire and pulled the man into a hug as Grantaire kept sobbing.

Grantaire continues to spiral even harder from that moment on. Completely collapsing after the death of Gavroche and I genuinely thought he was gonna drink himself to oblivion.

Then the final battle happens. Grantaire starts it the same way he went trough all the battles so far, slumped in a corner, drinking heavily. When Marius gets shot however and falls to the ground both Grantaire and Enjolras run over to him. After checking Marius's pulse Enjolras stands up to go back to the barricade, but Grantaire just clutches and clings to him and pulls him back down. Enjolras frees himself from Grantaire's grasp and holds Grantaire's face with both hands. Grantaire says something to him we can't hear as an audience, looking completely desperate. Enjolras says something back. Again we don't hear what.

Enjolras goes back to the barricade but instead of following him, Grantaire does the only thing he can think of. He reaches for his bottle. Looking determined to drink himself to death. After one sip however, he changes his mind and rushes back to the barricade, ready to follow Enjolras this time. But he gets pushed back by the other amis. They won't allow him onto the barricade and its as if they're trying to get him to leave this place and safe himself. So Grantaire has to helplessly watch how Enjolras gets shot and killed. Grantaire is looking completely overwhelmed and desperate and sad and like he doesnt know what to do with himself anymore. However something changes in Grantaire as he sees Enjolras die. He freezes up for a few seconds, before standing up straighter than he'd done before, determined he pushes back the last remaining amis, who are still trying to get him to leave and starts climbing the barricade as the last of the students get shot. Looking more steady, determined and sober than he had done the entire musical, he reaches the top of the barricade, spreads his arms and gets shot.

[montypng]

meant to send you a message last night but my brain was scrambled and i was too busy crying so i had to wait until now. i just wanted to say thank you so much for the beautiful art you made for deep end :') your enj & r design is so perfect and i love your style! there literally are no words to express how excited i was to see it (not to mention how many times i have scrolled back to look at it again in the last twelve hours. it's not an insignificant amount). i just genuinely love every detail you included, the moments you chose.... everything about it. from the bottom of my heart, thank you for the time & energy & care you have given deep end and that you put into your beautiful art :''')

thank you so much for your words, im so so glad you liked my art!!! if it has given you even a fraction of the joy i felt reading each deep end upload, then im happy :] your tags were incredibly kind as well, i took a screenshot so i could reread them...its incredible to think my work could have elicited such a reaction but hey, i have teared up reading deep end so i guess its a favour repaid >_> lengthy reply under the cut bc it became abominably long haha

i dont want to go on too much of a rant here (i will anyways it seems) but i think one of the things that struck me the most about deep end is how obvious the love that you put into writing it is. i know you've mentioned before how much you rewrote it over and over again, and i have to say in the best way possible that i could feel that reading it. every single chapter is written with such direction and clarity of purpose, it was truly a gift to be able to read something crafted with such meticulous attention to detail. i never felt that any line, hint of characterization, or plot detail was ever put there out of coincidence. cosette being a law student, too. the entirety of cosette's character and your emphasis on her agency as a person with a life that does not revolve around her brother. and somehow you kept touching on these weird little details that personally hit me hard? somehow?? grantaire reading hamlet (my favourite shakespeare !) and his opinion abt horatio (of course he likes horatio), the plot irrelevant but wholly appreciated discussion of the ending of the thing, thnks fr th mmrs and dammit janet in quick succession during karaoke, orpheus/eurydice in chapter 17 and the franklin expedition tidbit in 14, the whole art museum part....

some of my favourite lines:

“An animal in a trap will chew off its own leg to escape. You have no idea how much of my own blood I had to swallow to get out of there.” "The meeting had gone forty minutes longer than usual because for every word Enjolras said, Grantaire had to pick the bones clean, had to suck the marrow out." and shortly thereafter, "piano-wire tension", and "Less of a weapon and more of an instrument, for once. Press the key, see how he sings." "He wants to be comforted without being known. He wants to be loved without being understood. He wants to cry on a stranger’s shoulder and never see them again, never have to know their pity." <this one had my eyes wet while i was in a lecture i won't lie

and of course, the opening lines to top all opening lines:

"Enjolras’ father is buried on a Wednesday. The placement of the funeral in the middle of the week feels purposeful. Make this loss your centerfold, his mother seems to say. Build your life around it."

also — the quotes you chose to include in your summaries of each chapter were perfect every time. kudos for that!!!

all that to say: yeah, it was probably inevitable that i would be driven to draw something for deep end (i took screenshots of certain parts to draw later while reading this fic!! i almost never do that but i couldnt help myself!!!). one of those pieces of fiction that drives you to create (and push me out of art block, apparently). thank you again for sharing your work, deep end is truly something special and i cant wait to read the epilogue❤️❤️

(and if you've read all the way to the end of this monster of a reply: yes, you thought right...! i did draw a little mouse on the cover of grantaire's book, hes reading the tale of despereaux :] reading your grantaire is what finally pushed me to make a character playlist for him....and r smoking in the last drawing even if it isnt a scene in deep end is a reference to your other fic love is in the air, i just gotta figure out a window to break out. you know, for the connoisseurs. ;])

[pilferingapples]

idk if you've already done this but i'm lowkey dying to know what you think all the amis (and co) would do career-wise in the modern day because i think about it all the time

OKAY SO

All of them are the planners REALLY even if Enjolras tends to be the one who really pulls it together Feuilly is the sharpshooter, this is canon

Bahorel , Courfeyrac and Legle take the in-person actor/Face roles as much as possible ; they also take the Daredevil, backup Muscle, and Thief roles, respectively, as needed

Enjolras is the muscle/combat monster

Combeferre is the tech specialist

Prouvaire handles the online social interaction, which is increasingly crucial these days

Joly is the lockpick and when needed the Distraction ; they've done so many of these missions they've lost count and STILL no one even suspects his involvement

Grantaire is the cook and the getaway driver when Bahorel's otherwise occupied

Together they do Leverage-esque Heists to try and make the world a better place already dammit

[valvertweek]

Hi I wanna say thank you so so much for hosting Valvert week again this year, it's genuinely been on my mind since you first posted about it for this year and I'm really really excited for it and I appreciate you so much for organizing it

hey I did it last year because I realized it's like. Valvert is the biggest ship in les mis. Within the fandom it's Enjolras/Grantaire but if you talk to a normal person who isn't in the trenches Valvert IS what les mis is about

And when I was making a new sideblog, checking urls, I found that this one wasn't claimed. And there was no event week for Valvert? Criminal.

Sorry, not criminal. Uh. Nefarious. Offensive.

Is this not the old man yaoi website? Is this not why we're here?

And so I hosted the week. Truly, hosting an event week isn't that much work but dammit someone needs to do it I can't just wait for someone to wake up and take the reins. Took matters into my own hands.

[euphraisette]

Ideal Enjoltaire dynamic is where Grantaire hits on Enjolras constantly and Enjolras is furious with himself for the fact that he's even SLIGHTLY tempted because by all rights he should not REMOTELY be attracted to Grantaire and he REFUSES to give in because the man is an ON-FIRE GARBAGE CAN and Enjolras has self-respect dammit but somehow the exasperatingly nonsensical drivel escaping Grantaire's mouth hole on a daily basis isn't making him any less attractive and it SHOULD BE

LMFAOOOO he was so attracted to grantaires absolutely swagless whimsy

[alicedrawslesmis]

#Grantaire miku binder @pureanonofficial

dammit I was done with this joke

Red!

[lys-9-10]

WIP Wednesday: Grantaire helps Éponine cook for her siblings

(i dunno why but i feel like éponine would suck at cooking and grantaire would actually be pretty decent...)

Grantaire shouldered the door of Éponine’s apartment open. 

“It’s me!” he called over his shoulder, as he dragged the haul of groceries into the kitchen. Ever since he’d accidentally startled Éponine one time and caused her to knock over a pot of boiling water, he made a point of announcing his presence—even if he never knocked.

This time, however, Éponine was paying him no mind. She was bent over a steaming—smoking?—stovetop, her face flushed red, her hair disheveled, and looking like she was about to murder whatever was cooking in the frying pan. 

“Dammit!” she cursed, banging her wooden spoon on the side of the pan with a vengeful flourish. “Fricking garlic! You’re supposed to brown, not black! Gaaah!” 

Grantaire walked up behind her, smiling, and gave a light tug on her apron strings, unraveling them.

She whirled around, looking about reading to whomp him over the head with her wooden spoon. 

“Easy,” he chuckled, holding an arm in front of his face in defence.

Éponine’s posture sagged, the ferocity seeping from her body and giving way to exhaustion. She slumped back against the stovetop. 

“Hey Taire,” she mumbled. “Have a good day?” 

“Yep,” Grantaire replied as he swiftly took hold of Éponine’s shoulders, moved her to the right, then turned her around to inspect her apron strings. They hadn’t caught fire, luckily. “You?” 

“The worst,” she groaned. “I still can’t make a bleeding home-cooked meal to save my life.” 

Grantaire smiled and rubbed a hand over her back. Then he hooked his fingers under the neck strap of the apron and pulled it off of her. 

“I’ll fix it,” he said. “Go be a fantastic older sister in other ways.” 

Éponine looked like she wanted to protest—but also really didn't want to. 

Grantaire enjoyed watching the wrestling match that played across her face for a few seconds, then threw back his head and laughed. 

“Ép, go.” He flicked the apron at her like a whip. 

She sidestepped and grimaced. “One of these days I really need to stop mooching off of you for literally everything…”

“It isn’t mooching,” he said, slipping the apron over his own neck. “It’s friendship. But you can go put the groceries away if it would make you feel better.” 

Éponine rolled her eyes. “Yeah, the groceries that you bought for me.” 

(Will be posted on my AO3 when it's a little further along)

[sovinly]

Les Mis JBM+R body swap

(Holy shit, this prompt is AMAZING, I love you. I may have to long-form write this sometime because oh my god, it could not happen to a more delightful group of disaster darlings.

“I didn’t know it would do that,” Bossuet says, half apologetic,half cheerful as he picks himself off the floor. Grantaire’s spine gives acrackle as he stretches, and Bossuet grabs at his back instinctively. “Oof.Buddy. You have got to sit up more.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Grantaire mutters, still sprawledon the ground, rolling over and reaching for Joly’s cane. “My question is howJolllly wears skinny jeans every day, these are like, painted on.”

“Joint support,” Joly deadpans in Musichetta’s voice. Hecracks his fingers experimentally, then pokes at his cheeks. “This is so weird. Does anyone have a mirror?”

Musichetta, already doing her best Bossuet lounge againstthe doorway, laughs. “There’s one in my bag! This is super weird, I amdelighted. Bossuet, you’re like a cat, this is amazing. R, are you doing abeetle impression?”

“What, I don’t get to be a cat too?” Grantaire drawls, hissneer coming out more of a pout on Joly’s face, and promptly ruins the effecteither way by sticking his tongue out and wiggling to try to get a better gripon the cane. “Joly, are your arms actually shorter than mine?”

Rolling his eyes, Joly abandons his search of Musichetta’sbag and goes to lift Grantaire off the floor, staggering until the two of themcan coordinate their efforts better. He studies his usual face intently, thenscrunches up his nose. “See, I am verytempted to kiss your forehead, except that it’s my forehead, and this is the most bizarre.”

“Nothing said anything about body switching,” Bossuetprotests, with an anxious glance at the magical mystery cube, innocuous andgold where it sits on the coffee table, no longer glowing. “Should I poke itagain? Do you think we’d all just switch?”

“Probably?” Musichetta offers, shrugging. “But, okay,consider, let’s not touch it until wefigure this out. And okay, look, I kind of want to be the tall friend for oncebefore we try to switch back. You guys, I can reach the top shelf right now. Let’s not hold Laigle liable justyet.”

“This is every scifi nerd’s dream, and we are all horrible,horrible scifi nerds,” Grantaire agrees, draped against Joly-as-Musichetta ashe slowly stretches out Joly’s legs. “Consider the ways we could fuck withpeople.”

“Consider the experiments we could do, though!” Jolystraightens, beaming. “Oh man, there’s somuch stuff, and we can never tellCombeferre.”

They all fall silent, contemplating that.

“Never,” Bossuetagrees solemnly, “unless we get stuck and need him to save us from ourselves.Until then, I want to know what strawberries taste like. And also whatGrantaire looks like in clothes that actually fit.”

“Fuck you,” Grantaire says, flipping him off with his freehand. “Shit, Joly, your joints have like, no feedback, how do you not breakeverything all the time?”

Joly pats Grantaire’s shoulder. “Practice. But if it makesyou feel better, I am amazed that Musichetta wears heels so often? This is so weird. I mean, really cool, but so weird. I feel like we should beworried about like, the abstract ethical questions about taking up residence insomeone else’s body? Like, is it weird if I play with Musichetta’s curls when I’mthe one who has them?”

“Not at all, darling,” Musichetta says. “Though, woah, I seewhat you mean about kissing myself, that’s the weirdest thing! Everything isquestions forever!”

“Is it weird that I kind of want to be everyone?” Bossuetasks, trying to lean against the wall and mostly ending up in a strangehalf-slouch. “Because I kind of want to try being everyone.”

Grantaire snorts. “Right, well, maybe we should have a drinkand also lunch before sorting out the ethics of body-swapping consent? BecauseI need a drink, even if that’s all Joly can handle.”

“Excuse me, I am a very efficient drinker,” Joly sniffs. “Bodyswapbrunch, though, yes, let’s do it! Though, uh, Musichetta, dearest darling, canI borrow some flats first, please?”

[unionrags123]

Victor Hugo wrote a lot.

Victor Hugo took ages to get to the point.

Except for when “the point” was killing off half of Les Amis.

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

The long-awaited and much-anticipated Drunk Les Mis summary

(This is the second time I've had to restart because people just really want to talk with me on WhatsApp immediately Right Now)

(dem horns holy shit, How dare Davies intentionally deny this score????)

We have Everyman in prison (his name is literally the blandest name Huge-hoe could summon--anyway, normal dude trying to do good) for a petty crime

The Cop has a hard-on for following laws no matter how silly and minor

(so Everyman and Cop obv don't get along in the traditional sense)

(seriously this score is so fucking good, Davies Why)

So being out of prison doesn't treat Everyman so well

Colm Wilkison The Bishop is actual perfection (I've gotten this far in the FMA translation, he is as close to perfection as The Hoe could write Is2G)

Anyway Everyman tries to steal some silverware, but Bishop pulls a fast one on everyone and gives Everyman even more silver so he can get a clean start

Everyman decides to make the most of his Second Chance because Damn, Bishop is just startling Good; parole papers are torn, it's A Thing

So eight years later, Everyman is mayor of a town and owns a factory that a chick named Fantine works at

Fantine has a secret kid but won't give in to sexual harassment (not from Everyman), so she's fired

Which is real bad for her because Fantine basically gives her whole life away for this lil' baby tucked away Elsewhere (Montfermeil)

Everyman discovers this, feels bad about, it, and promises to care for Metaphor for Hope of the Future

Everyman earns his livelihood for the next Many Years by saving this dude from a carriage which simultaneously totally exposes his secret identity (Stronk Man™) to Cop--this includes consciously allowing Cop to know who he is

(in the novel he gets arrested in the process and has to break out and waits for a year before getting the kid but w/e)

But yeah, in the meantime Cop catches Everyman out, and Everyman escapes to rescue Metaphor for Hope of Future from Metaphor for Everything Bad Ever but loses his position as mayor in addition to the right for any person outside of the church to know them, I guess

So Everyman and Metaphor for Hope of the Future are living in Paris 9 years later alongside Metaphor for Everything Bad Ever and Cop

There's a lot of characters representative of Revolution (Greatest Characters Ever™) who we won't get into because they're all slated to die and I don't want you getting emotionally attached like the rest of the Les Mis community

Metaphor for Hope of Future and Metaphor for Something I can't Concisely Determine fall in love. W/e, heteros

There's multiple songs dedicated to revolution and Greatest Characters Ever™, but plotwise technically they're not all that significant unless you look at historical content and symbolism and whatnot (sorry Baes, I still love you)

So Greatest Characters Ever™ die but Metaphor for for Something I Can't Concisely Determine survives by Everyman's hand (also Spirit of the Revolution and Symbol of The People die hand-in-hand) despite that Cop tries to stand in the way of All Of This

(no really, Greatest Characters Ever™ have more symbolic importance, but I don't have nearly the bulletpoints to get into those nuances) (also drunk)

Cop starts questioning everything he stands for in the face of Greatest Characters Ever™'s cause/sacrifice and Everyman having the opportunity to kill Cop but not

(holy shit the score is so good???) (Why would anyone brag about abandoning this excellence??????)

PARISIAN SEWERS

Cop has the ultimate chance to finally take Everyman in/kill him but finds that he cannot, so he handles his emotions like anyone would and literally kills himself

(excessive bonecracking sound effects are included so you know there's no sequel where he somehow survived and comes back)

Everyman doesn't know this though and is worried about Metaphor for Hope of the Future, so he tells Metaphor for Something I Can't Concisely Determine that he's leaving and not to follow him or tell MftHotF

MfSICCD obv caves immediately, and after he discovers that Everyman saved him at the barricade he and MftHotF track Everyman down to where he's trying to die in peace in a church

So MftHotF and MfSICCD are the only survivors, but everyone else (including Cop because he had a change of heart and we like him now--this is my HC, leave me alone) is at The Big Barricade in the Sky and living peacefully and waving flags

THE END.

[littlesmartart]

LES AMIS BAND AU

Enjolras, Courfeyrac and Combeferre are a political activist band, and Grantaire is a YouTuber who has a specific segment on his channel dedicating to critting their latest work...

Faceclaims: Enjolras - Hyoie O’Grady + Aaron Tveit, Grantaire - George Blagden, Courfeyrac - Rudy Mancuso, Combeferre - Nathan Stewart-Jarrett, Jehan - Caleb Landry-Jones, Eponine - Antonia Thomas

special guest appearance by @soapesque

[andromedaa-starss]

les amis and their instruments

bc musician!amis is something that can be so personal

enjolras: violin. and other string instruments, but he prefers the violin. their nails are always clipped really really short.

combeferre: any brass instrument, but heavily prefers the french horn. it calms him down. he hates it when courf makes inappropriate jokes abt playing it.

courfeyrac: the saxophone. tbh he could technically play any saxophone but he plays alto sax. they know many songs. probably dozens! but all they play is careless whispers. he's memorized it. everyone sends him sheet music for other songs and pieces. he will not play anything else. help.

feuilly: clarinet. the man can also improvise like nobody's business.

grantaire: guitar, all kinds. no this isn't inspired by george blagden what are you talking about? he's got both short and long nails and it drives everyone crazy. he can also play piano (and drive marius mad with the click of his nails on the keys)

joly: he can't play anything but they can dance. they're a very skilled dancer. but no instruments.

bossuet: used to play tuba before that proved to be a dangerous decision. now plays percussion which is safer. favorite instruments are the tubular bells.

musichetta: any string instrument but has a soft spot for the viola. she's fucking amazing at it. she was made for the spotlight dammit.

jehan: flute. i mean, it's canon. also they've tried to compose things but they got distracted. alas! if you open a certain door you will be flooded with thousands of wips.

bahorel: drums. drums drums drums. the master of drum rolls and fills. he can also play the trumpet but like, badly.

marius: used to play piano, now plays cello. he was forced to play piano and only plays it if he wants to. he duets with enj, r, or chetta sometimes. like enjolras their nails are clipped short (but not as short as enj's)

cosette: she sings and plays the harp. her voice is angelic and lovely and basically what im saying is i love her. also saying this rn my voice hc for her is 1980s concept album cosette.

eponine: plays some guitar with the help of grantaire. they duet sometimes.

gavroche: one (1) very loud kazoo.

[pilferingapples]

So replying to this very good post, I realized two things:

-Grantaire wants Revolutionaries Without Revolution.

-... this is a big Romanticism thing. This is a HUGE Romanticism Thing--looking around for roads to the glory and awesomeness that the Empire had once promised after its collapse, and trying to find it in art.  The struggle to find a way to be Really Important in a new setting where there IS no permanent conquest, Except By Convincing.

..I’m not saying Grantaire wants Great Men to be like Hugo but. But of course he does. DANG IT VUGS *puts head on table, taps out for 48 hours solid*

[serinesaccade]

I am back and i loved the ending so much. like. R thinking the marriage was a punishment?? holy fuck. Them fucking over Es parents for daring to fuck with courf and ferre?? perfect. There still being a little tension over the start of the relationship and the bond mark cause that stuff doesn’t go away overnight?? ideal. I would love to see like, an exploration of what weird ‘ideal alpha who’s bad at it” stuff comes out when they have an established relationship cause you set so much of it up so well. great fic 11/10, will read again.

<3 <3 yes yes yes

it is ideal that you enjoyed. R has been under the wrong impression for a looooooong time so I'm glad I finally got him to the right place which is not "i drive him crazy he hates me" but "i drive him crazy he LOVES me." they all FIGHT. for their FAMILY

yeah it is also important to me that their history doesn't just disappear like! they can't ignore it they need to grow with it and respect it and they definitely work towards that

um as for the exploration here's some below the cut. i'm not 100% certain what you were looking for but there's a bunch of them lol. if you have a specific one you want you can lemme know

"ideal alpha who's bad at it" comes up in a ton of lovely ways that terrify passerby which is:

-he and grantaire argue! like with love now but they DO disagree on things and get very passionate about their points of view and in general that just doesn't happen! like many alphas in grantaire's time have treated his opinions as silly/"cute" bc of his status and Would Never get to the point where they're like laughingly wrestling on the floor of the musain bc enjolras wants to see that website with figures he's got pulled up dammit is it verified LET HIM SEE

-grantaire generally avoids getting him to throat yield in public not bc it's shocking but bc it's A Thing for them as a couple. but he DOES do it occasionally on accident and in those scenarios strangers are just. um. wut. and the ABC are like "ugh again can you get a room"

-like a lot of omegas are super attracted to enj but there are also many who are scared of him. alphas can be a lot! and enjy is generally less aware so oftentimes if they have someone come in to ask the ABC for help he's like *stands close* "tell me everything" and it's. scary. grantaire and the others do a great job of just *nuzzle* *hang off enj's shoulder* "yeah listen he's a teddy bear. he does have teeth but he won't use them on you"

-a lot of alpha-omega pairs get super possessive (bc of socialization) and enj and grantaire are just? not like that?? grantaire gets insecure sometimes but it comes out differently, so both of them are just generally chill. bc of this and their general mismatch in personality and conventional hotness most strangers assume enj is single or dating triumvirate. of course, at some point grantaire walks by and enj is just *zone out in r's direction* *scent intensifies* "excuse me for a minute i just have to" *lil kiss*

-grantaire is actually a little insecure that his "gross" scent is going to fuck enj's up bc yeah, when you bond or scent a lot you smell like each other! but of course enj wears this super well too bc that's. enjolras. like the sunflower and general earthiness really tempers and complements the intensity he normally puts off and does actually make him a little more approachable but still SO HOT. mm imagine toasted sunflower seeds at a bonfire YUM

-courf has been enj's aid in intricate social situations that require use of your nose, which enj demonstrably sucks at, but now he also has grantaire who is Really Good At It like he is very good at people it's almost alarming. enj is also generally pretty private, even with courf and ferre by accident sometimes! r is really good when giving advice at getting him to explain the environment, his thoughts, presenting alternate explanations for people's behaviors

-usually when you bond it's mutual and the social expectation is for alpha to be caretaker and omega to be cared for. that being said r's been bonded for a long time and enj hasn't and he doesn't expect to be cared for but in the after of r bonding him he's just... "hold me? please? i'm having a lot of emotions right now and it's also upsetting that you felt like this alone for so long." which. of course r holds him. Once the bond's mutual they generally get waaaay happier they just. they like how it feels and how it transforms r's bond into part of their happy rl

[porktato]

pssst if you're still doing the palette thing: grantaire in heartache and/or enjolras in cigarette smoke? ily ur art gives me life

HA, WHY NOT BOTH??? AHAHHAHAHA, WAS THIS SOME REVERSE COLOUR SHIT BC GREENTAIRE AND REDJOLRAS IS OPPOSITE, AM I GETTING THIS GROOVE RIGHT

edit: this post has been up for like, not even a minute, and I had to fix R’s hand because holy FUCK it was terrible

[transrevolutions]

I had the best fucking idea last night. It’s probably been done before but still.

Les Mis but it’s a D&D session in a modern AU.

Cosette’s the DM, because she wasn’t actually on the barricades. She and Musichetta collab on the story. Just... imagine.

“I roll dexterity to save Marius!”

“Eponine, you’re not going to-”

“Five!”

“Okay, um, you save Marius but get shot in the process.”

“No! I- um- do I have healing spells?”

“Marius, hon, you aren’t a healer-”

“DAMMIT!”

“Eponine dies in Marius’s arms because her saving throw was a critical miss. Sorry babe.”

“Fuck this, I’m out. Hand over the cookies.”

*five minutes later*

“Bossuet, it’s your turn.”

“Okay. I roll to shoot the enemy.”

“All right, go ahead.”

“One. Critical miss.”

“Well, you shoot, but you don’t hit the enemy, instead you hit Courfeyrac in the arm. You’re also out of ammunition.”

“SHIT!”

*ten minutes later, everyone is dead but Marius, Enjolras, and Grantaire*

“Okay Enjolras, you’re cornered. What do you do?”

“Um, the people will rise?”

“Roll persuasion.”

“Three?”

“The people don’t rise. Sorry dude, you’re gonna die. Grantaire, you’re next.”

“I run up to Enjolras and grab his hand. We can die together.”

“Grantaire, c’mon-”

“Listen, I have an art gallery showing in an hour, I need to get this campaign over with.”

“All right, I guess. You grab Enjolras’s hand. You both die. Game over, sorry.”

“Wait, is Marius still alive?”

“Oh shit, he is! How are you still alive, Marius?”