#exr fic

[aaronstveit]

throw me in the deep end, i'm ready now to swim

enjolras/grantaire, enjolras & cosette | rated t | chapter 20/26

You see, the thing about Grantaire is that he does actually know his limits. He does. Contrary to popular belief, he knows exactly how hard he can push, how far he can bend, before he finally breaks. The other thing about Grantaire is that he does not care.

Read on ao3.

[riotstarruika]

Chapters: 28/28 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables) Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l'ABC Additional Tags: Canon Era, Museums, Art History, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Foils to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Artist Grantaire Chapter Summary:

By May the flowers on the horse chestnut tree had begun to bloom in earnest; its canopy grew so thick with leaves that it cast the courtyard in permanent shade, white petals littering the cobbles beneath. Grantaire rose early one morning and propped himself against the open window frame to sketch their cone-shaped forms; they reminded him paradoxically of snowflakes caught in the hair of some great leaf-headed titan. That image amused him more than it should, so he sketched it as well: a muscled giant of a man exaggerated to impossible proportions, vines drooping from his chin and sprouting from his nostrils, plucking one of the tiny cones of flowers from his hair between two careful fingers.

Enjolras's mouth curled in amusement when he saw it as he flicked through the sketchbook over breakfast, which was enough to make it worth the effort of putting his flight of whimsy to the page.

"I don't think I'll be developing that one for the Salon," Grantaire said, smiling.

[yoursjustasitwas]

Enjolras isn’t often in the apartment Grantaire shares with Joly, Bossuet, and recently yet still unofficially Musichetta. It’s in a neighborhood across the river from his own, and he’s not often enough in the neighborhood, or, he admits, quite intimate enough with any of them to pop in whenever he thinks to. And when they’ve hosted the whole group, they clean up enough that Enjolras can’t spend time gazing at the odds and ends left on the counters or the coffee table.

But, he’s here now. He’s waiting for Joly, who told him to let himself in. He’s sat on their couch, on the opposite side as the throw blanket which he’s only ever seen folded primly over the back of the couch. He would be revising an article on his phone except. Well. He doesn’t get this opportunity all that often.

And besides, the journal open on the coffee table has his name, (written Enjolras— like it’s a letter,) at the top.

“I asked you once why you do what you do,” the entry, or perhaps, the letter, writes. “You told me it was for love. Whose love? I asked. You told me it was for the love we all have for each other. I didnt get it at the time. I’ve always loved like something violent. And only ever for one person. But I’m sitting now on this bench with you and we’re watching the sunrise and your hands are tight around your coffee cup and your eyes are so shiny and your smile is so self satisfied—it’s like you’re the most humble bloody prince in the world—and I’m thinking. I love you so much I can’t fucking breathe under it. I love you so much it’s what keeps my heart beating. But sitting on this bench with you I also love the woman walking past with her stroller and her conversation that’s too loud for 6:52 in the morning. I love the old couple shuffling across the bridge. I love the taxi driver laying on his horn. I love the pink sky and the man who made the bench we sit on. I love the barista who made your coffee and I love the first person to lay a cobblestone in Paris and the four billionth person to walk on it. I love the world because it let me meet you. I love the world because you love it. This morning, goddamn it, I love the world.”

Oh.

[television-bodies]

fic update for the les mis gang: i am currently working on two enjoltaire fics BOTH OF WHICH are breaking my heart in different ways. i love and am so deeply attached to both of them and i hope other people love them too but i am also laughing so evilly as i think about putting them out into the world

[jondrettegirls]

ta bouche de ciel || chapter 2: “never.”

“I wasn’t mocking. It was a genuine question.” Okay, it was a little bit of both, but still.

Enjolras pinches the bridge of his nose. Their mission has, it seems, been momentarily paused. “My goal was not to make a martyr of myself. Nor anyone else.”

“No, of course not. You martyred yourself by accident. A common mistake.”

[imbluedabadeedabadye]

Posting my first Les Mis story! Trigger warning for mentions of death, blood, and guns. I hope you like it!

Enjolras’s plan would have worked if it wasn’t for that no-good cheat Javert.

Instead, here he was surrounded by his fallen comrades- his fallen friends- cornered by the army that had so graciously taken their lives. Here he was, with who he now realized was the love of his life, trapped on a balcony with no way down. The soldiers’ guns were pointing at the lonesome pair, and both Enjolras and Grantaire knew what they were waiting for.

All it took was the wave of a white flag, and their lives would be spared today. Sure, they’d waste away in the galleys- but wasn’t it worth it for a chance to serve their beloved king? The one who this whole revolution was about? The scoundrel of a man who was starving his people and working them to death for the name of the common good?

No. Enjolras would never surrender. One look at Grantaire told Enjolras all he needed to hear- the flag of surrender would only be raised over their dead bodies (quite literally).

With a curt nod, Enjolras turned to the soldiers bedecked in their red and blue, breaking the eye contact his lover- his Icarus- had trapped him in. He raised a shaking fist in the air, grabbed his lover’s hand, and somehow managed to get the words he’d been saying for years out of his mouth one more time.

“Vive la révolution!”

The words had been said. It was too late to go back now.

His fist had collapsed back to his side- he knew this was it. But Grantaire was still there. There was no better way to go than die for the cause the pair had fought so hard for.

The soldiers once again raised their guns, and the two gazed into each other’s eyes. One last glance, before it was too late.

Blue eyes bored into blue eyes. A universe peered into a universe, so different yet so alike.

And the shots fired.

There was no pain, at least not at first. There was never any pain at first. But soon there was too much pain, and all there was was red and black swimming on the edges of Enjolras’s vision, fogging his mind and forcing his body to collapse to the ground.

The irony was too much to handle, and the doomed boy snorted. Wasn’t red supposed to be the blood of angry men? Black- the night that was supposed to end at last?

The revolutionaries had nailed the red, but as far as Enjolras knew there was no end to the night. Yet the night seemed to be overtaking him.

He shuddered and immediately winced, his free hand coming to his stomach. He somehow managed to lift it back up toward his eyes, and was unsurprised by the red coating every inch of his hand.

He was dying. And that was a fact that unfortunately could not be disputed.

But just as the cold had grown too cold, and the light was dimming yet brightening at the same time, Enjolras felt a squeeze on his non-bloody hand.

And suddenly red and black turned into red, black, and blue. And oh, was that blue the most mesmerizing blue Enjolras had ever seen.

He returned the squeeze, even though every part of him was screaming to stop.

“‘Pollo?” Grantaire managed to choke out, yet he seemed so unlike his usual self, so absolutely vulnerable, that Enjolras’s heart panged.

“Y-yes?” Enjolras started coughing, and something (probably blood) trickled down his chin.

“I’m scared to go.”

And those words would forever haunt Enjolras. The once fearless leader broke at the sound of his lover’s confession.

“I’m less scared now that you’re here,” was the only response Grantaire would ever get. The black had become too white, Enjolras was a goner.

Even gods can fall. Even Apollo can join Artemis in the night and Hades in the Underworld.

He succumbed to the cold. Grantaire followed as soon as he felt Enjolras grow still. They never thought they’d wake up from the realm of seemingly eternal unconsciousness.

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There's more parts to this that I'll post when I get farther in the story. Thanks for reading it this far!

[zeldainhiding]

happy new year! HIIY is BACK!

for all 3 people who might ever see this, I have an end of year gift for you - finally another update of How I'm Imagining You!

catch up HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39385980/chapters/98566419

i'm formatting all the chat nicknames as we speak - this is not a drill

lots of love,

zelda

x

[revoluticn-writes]

Good to see my latest exr smut fic is reviewing well

[lonelyaeroscreens]

permission to drive

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables)

Characters: Grantaire (Les Misérables), Enjolras (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l'ABC, Jean Valjean, Javert (Les Misérables), Éponine Thénardier, Gavroche Thénardier, Cosette Fauchelevent

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Formula One, My First AO3 Post, How Do I Tag, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags

Summary:

When Grantaire's future in IndyCar is still in question despite wrapping up the championship with two races to go, a phone call from the world that he'd sworn to never return to opens its doors to save his racing career.

What if it also opens doors to feelings he thought closed up?

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Or the Les Mis F1 AU literally no one asked for.

[crabworms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables) Additional Tags: Pining, Angst, Canon Compliant, Author Is Sleep Deprived, no beta we die like ... no we dont, Hurt No Comfort Summary:

Grantaire’s nightly routine consisted of finding a ditch to hole up in to drink his sorrows away in peace, but not tonight.

[catstrophysics-fics]

Explicit | exR | Modern Christmas AU!

There's a limit on the things Grantaire is willing to do to win Enjolras's favor.

Apparently, dressing up as a mall Santa is within that limit.

[riotstarruika]

Chapters: 27/28 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables) Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l'ABC Additional Tags: Canon Era, Museums, Art History, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Foils to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Artist Grantaire Chapter Summary:

Outside, the streets had shaken off the last vestiges of their winter slumber; the café tables were out in force, and full till late into the evening with citizens enjoying the pleasant weather, despite the air of trepidation and uncertainty that the cholera continued to inspire. It was a peculiar mood, though one that might yet be turned towards a greater purpose – a sense of directionless, restless anticipation; a waking and shaking out of the dust and cobwebs of the previous year's disappointments. Life stubbornly persisting, despite it all.

[amiedelabc]

enjolras has the most surprisingly genuine, infectious laugh and nobody can make him laugh like grantaire. you will rip this soft boi headcanon from my cold dead hands 💀

[enjolrasoftheday]

Hello!! Do you know any good Enjolras/Grantaire fics ? Asking for scientific purposes only, naturally

Well, if it's in the name of science...

I do have some recommendation lists in my fic rec tag, and I absolutely still stand by those. But! Here are some more recent fics, in no particular order, that I've enjoyed (and may or may not have speed-read in the last week since receiving this ask, I swear I wasn't ignoring you, I was just conducting important research lol). I’m not going to include the tags/warnings for each fic, so remember to take a look at those on ao3!

Also if anyone else has any recs, feel free to add them in the comment or reblogs!

Happy reading!!

Seek and Destroy by pumpkinspiceprouvaire (27,102 words)

Because Grantaire doesn’t feel that way about him. Grantaire is his friend, and Enjolras will love him from a distance, and that’s the way it’s always been, the way it’s always going to be. Enjolras’ blood freezes in his veins. It’s so obvious. This isn’t Grantaire.

restoring the balance by televisionbodies (14,427 words)

“How long are you stuck here?” He thinks for a moment. “The next train is in about five hours time. And then I’ve got work again, tomorrow.” “No wonder you wanted a coffee,” the bartender murmurs. “Well, then. You’ve got plenty of time to let me show you around.” — It’s 12:36am on a Wednesday and Enjolras, consumed with his work, has missed the last train home.

Les beaux cheveux que voilà by GayAvocado (9,184 words)

One should always have a hair tie around their wrist. If not for their own hair, for others’, or for the multitude of mundane situations that require a hair tie. So of course Grantaire has a hair tie around his wrist tonight. A pink one that might have belonged to Jehan or Azelma or both at some point. The neon colour will look lovely in the middle of Enjolras' golden curls. Or: For some reason, Grantaire finds himself braiding Enjolras’ hair way more often than he thought he ever would. Things change between them.

And Pages To Go by femmebingley (5,441 words)

Grantaire loses his sketchbook. /// “You’ve had it this whole time?” Grantaire couldn’t even find enough indignation to cover his growing terror. “Did you open it?” Enjolras sighed, and that was it. Grantaire’s life was over.

Lost in All of Our Vices by cx_shhhh (11,220 words)

“You will be banished for an indeterminate amount of time and stripped of your godly abilities,” Javert announces, voice booming in the echoing hall, not unlike the thunder he represents. “Until you learn that order is necessary for the gods to stay in power, that the respect of mortals is valuable to us, and until you learn to love them wholeheartedly, you will live like one.” Basically, Enjolras is banished from the heavens, and he learns that a god can, indeed, fall in love.

The Worst First Date by kjack89 (3,443 words)

Enjolras sat down at his desk, fresh mug of coffee in front of him, and took a moment to adjust the ring light behind his cellphone before taking a deep breath and pushing record. “So, um, I hope no one minds but we are taking a break today from our usually scheduled ranting at various governmental institutions because one of my best friends wants me to do a TikTok that’s part of this viral trend.” Or, the one where Enjolras makes a TikTok about his first date with Grantaire.

Green Rushes by loverism (6,043 words)

The mermaid, Enjolras, bites his lip, glaring at Grantaire like he's trying to determine whether he's serious. Grantaire supposes he was probably raised on stories of how evil the cave-witches are, how deceitful; how they mock everything they speak of; how they're driven only by profit; and above all, how striking a bargain with one of them is never, ever worth it. Grantaire can't exactly call those stories inaccurate. or: grantaire is a sea witch chilling in a cave, mixing potions and trying to mind his own business. enjolras has other ideas.

Love is Blind by kjack89 (32,982 words)

Enjolras sat down in front of the camera, and the producer just off-screen gave him a reassuring smile. “Nothing to it,” the producer promised. “Just introduce yourself and tell everyone why you’re here.” Enjolras jerked a nod before looking into the camera. “My name is Enjolras,” he said. “I’m 31 years old, and I’m here because this is the first season that this show has been open to queer contestants.” The producer cleared his throat. “So do you believe Love is Blind?” he prompted. Enjolras gave the camera a smile. “Well,” he said. “That’s what we’re here to find out.”

Love Bites by ShameDumpster (9,557 words)

"What—" Enjolras says, breath hitching at the sight, “What are you doing?” Grantaire immediately freezes, and then pulls back, slightly. Even still, it’s closer than they’ve ever actually been, barely a foot between their faces. "I…need to bite you?" he says, managing to sound both wry and nervous at the same time, "How exactly did you think this worked?" In which Grantaire has recently been turned into a vampire, and Enjolras offers to help him. For the Same-Prompt Fic Challenge 2022

Tell Me Why (Ain’t Nothin but a Heartache by cs_shhhh (3,281 words)

It starts slowly, of course. Grantaire already pays too much attention to Enjolras, so it’s easy to spot the white petals, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Enjolras seems to grow angrier and angrier when the coughing starts interrupting his speeches, so much that Combeferre has to take over after pushing a glass of water towards him, and he casts the flowers to the ground, glaring at them.

anything you want, boy (i can make it happen) by thewalrus_said (3,545 words)

As he’d been falling asleep, he’d expected to feel devastated, or heartbroken, or something negative after a clearly one-off night with the object of his long-held desires, but instead he just feels...satisfied, almost content. Enjolras clearly finds him at least physically desirable, and he’s apparently in Enjolras’ head at least a little bit, and that turns out to be enough for him. He’s finally had sex with Enjolras, and while it hadn’t been what he’d secretly hoped for, it had still been good, and so the memory doesn’t drag him down like he’d feared it might. So when he answers a knock on his door a week later to find a breathless Enjolras, who immediately pushes his way into Grantaire’s apartment and says, “I think we should have sex again,” he’s more than a little taken aback.

The Arms of the Ocean, so Sweet and so Cold by ShameDumpster (11,867 words)

Sirens attack the crew of the dreaded pirate ship, the Musain. They send out Enjolras to deal with it, as in the past, he’s proven himself to be unaffected by their song. Unfortunately for him, as he’s told Grantaire many times, things can (and do) change. And this change may leave his life, and heart, in the balance.

It Only Takes a Meow-ment by cx_shhhh (7,158 words)

“The prince is finally putting out a challenge for his hand. He has a very loyal cat, you see. Whichever suitor, man or woman, can obtain the ring attached to the bow around its neck will be given the time of day.” Or Enjolras is oblivious, and it impacts everyone around him in the best way possible.

neon loneliness by dyhtps (4,345 words)

He lets his gaze fall around the kitchen. A coffee mug left out on the side, a tea-towel hung over the oven handle, even one of those awful kiss the cook aprons that he figures must belong to Enjolras’ boyfriend. Grantaire blames the concussion for the sudden, awful sinking feeling in his stomach. He decided he hates the mystery boyfriend, maybe he's been an arse to future Grantaire before and it's just his subconscious warning him to get away from the guy as quick as he can. or Grantaire loses his memory, is jealous of Enjolras' mystery boyfriend and finally realises that's actually him.

visiting hours by televisionbodies (5,731 words)

”I guess I’m just surprised you’re still in here at all.” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Enjolras says smoothly, knowing exactly what Grantaire means. “Two months?” One side of Grantaire’s mouth is turning upwards. “I didn’t think you were capable of sitting still that long.” — 5 times grantaire visits enjolras in prison, and 1 time he doesn’t have to.

[jondrettegirls]

ta bouche de ciel || chapter 3: “you will always see me?”

Enjolras scoffs, “So, you see. We are in Hell, Grantaire. I was not placed here without adequate reason.”

“You do not think I am here for adequate reason,” Grantaire points out.

Enjolras’s features soften, but not like they do for Marius. This is something else, which can only mean it is pity. His skin crawls. “That is different.”

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

pumpkinspice-prouvaire's required les mis fic reading list

enough of u supported me in my half asleep post asking about fic recs the other day so I am providing. If you want a deep look into my inner psyche this is also the list for that hehe. I tried to be strict about only including my absolute MUST READ fics that I adore and have read and reread and reread again multiple times. Also these will be mostly ExR, to no one's surprise. But there might be a few other ships and gen fics in there too. It's under the read more because this bitch is gonna get long

Auto-read authors:

I didn't wanna rec the same authors too many times in my list proper so these are the authors whose works I have read all (or nearly all) of multiple times. The authors whose tax returns I would read if they posted them on ao3. I will be featuring my favourite fics by them in the list

Fiver

dannyPURO

TheLibrarina

quillsand

Petr1chor

defractum

ShameDumpster

vamillepudding

revolutionbarbie

loverism (all of their fics are currently in a privated bookmark but I have faith that they will someday return. loverism if u see this I miss u)

Need_To_Comment_Rising

Multi-Chapter fics/Series/WIPs:

Under My Wings You Will Find Refuge- Fiver: (WIP) This is the most required reading of my required reading list. I can quote passages of this fic by heart. It's my roman empire. PLEASE check this one out if you haven't it is the best ExR fic in existence, it will change ur life I promise

Beneath a Dragon Moon- The Librarina: GOT AU, no GOT knowledge required. Lots of dramatic moments interspaced with some lovely tender ExR

Guided by a Beating Heart -torakowalski: my absolute FAVOURITE Enjolras centric angst fic. Lots of emotion, lots of friendship, will make you ugly sob

you and i walk a fragile line (is this the time it finally breaks)?- UnforgettableJoMarch: (WIP) I am so enjoying following along with this one. Heartbreaking plot with sublime execution and some brilliant lines, so looking forward to seeing this one develop

The Future's Owned By You and Me- quillsand: ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY WHAT MORE CAN I SAY. Absolutely fantastic rarer pair fic with as much (and maybe more) importance devoted to the activism as to the ship

Getting Fucked in Lingerie- downtheroadandupthehill: PWP. ahem. anyways.

(With a Jubilant Shout) They Will Come One and All- zade: PWP. AHEM. ANYWAYS.

True Blood AU-kjack89: Exactly what it sounds like. Vampire Grantaire and Human Enjolras shenanigans

words can be unwritten- defractum: my favourite soulmate au which makes me melt every time <3

Armillaria- RevocablePeril: THE MOST COURFIUS FIC OF ALL TIME. Lots of excellent Les Amis content in general. SUCH a good, massively underrated fic. 121 kudos??????????? You're all insane.

In An Age Without Heroes- ShitpostingfromtheBarricade: Gloryhole soulmates, the prison industrial complex, Oprah.

walls come tumbling down-reptilianraven: They're cute your honor. One of the only high school AUs I will abide by tbqh hehe

Oneshots:

What's a Bed Between Friends?- dannyPURO: if there's one thing you should know about me it's that I ADORE the there was only one bed trope

epiphany- Abidatchery: screaming crying throwing up that this isn't the fandom's most kudos'ed fic. Every word is expertly crafted and absolutely stunning

Vienna Roast- revolutionbarbie: cosy coffee shop au with a version of Enjolras we don't get to see but that I really enjoy

Out of Touch- ShameDumpster: LET ENJOLRAS GET LOVED YOU COWARDS

A Little More Lois Lane- stellatundra: Just a really funny and silly AU in which Grantaire is Superman

Love in a Coffee Shop-tellthemstories: an absolute fandom classic and rightly so. I've read this one so many times and every time there'll still be something that makes me laugh out loud

My anaconda don't want none (at all)-vamillepudding: v funny and sweet ace enj fic with hilarious triumvirate and exr dynamics

The Waiting is the Hardest Part-samyazaz: In this house, we absolutely love a sexy bet

Between Meetings and Midnight- PieceofCait: Enjolras cries after sex send tweet

A Bad Penny- PBJellie: Gay cowboys and sickfics are the ultimate combo for SURE

Leaves in the Void- myrmidryad: lots of emotion lots of friendship this one is so heavy but SO good you guys. It's also a Space AU I know we all love that <3

my heart's been borrowed (yours has been blue)-Petr1chor: P-tri is so good at writing fics where Enjolras is a complete dumbass and he wrote this one especially for me <3 <3 <3

fire in my hands- geode: This is my go to fic if I want a laugh. "Do you like parsnips?" "Yes they're my second favourite vegetable" iconic exchange god bless

I Would Do Anything For Love- Need_to_Comment_Rising: one of my fave ace Enjolras fics with lovely tender ExR. No I'm not biased because I worked on this series, don't be silly

Like Comfort, Like Solace, Like Relief- areyoumiserableyet: The sensation of coming home to the people you love after a long day <3

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood- sonhoedesrazao: There should be more fics with oblivious to his own emotions Grantaire that's all I'm saying

Trying to Leave the Ground-barricadeur: rly comfy cosy smut fic

YAY ENJOY I'm gonna go lie down now god I hope I haven't forgotten anything lmfao