#piningjolras my gdamn beloved

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

You know I love me some piningjolras. For the ask prompts! Only if you feel like it :)

bestie I don’t know what the hell happened here, this started as headcanons and kind of turned into a mini fic thing???? Also sorry you had to wait like three months for this lmao. And also Marius shows up at one point which I don’t understand but I say good for him!!!! This was fun to write piningjolras is my child and I love him dearly so without further ado

Enjolras doesn't like Nico

And like, that's stupid. Nico is a nice guy. He's smart and funny and he contributes in meetings and one time he brought homemade brownies and they were....really, really good brownies. There's no reason why Enjolras shouldn't like Nico

Well. Except for the fact that he's Grantaire's boyfriend.

That.......Probably has something to do with it

After all, it's not Nico's fault that Enjolras is an idiot who didn't realise he was in love with Grantaire until he came in holding Nico's hand and introduced him as his boyfriend. It's not Grantaire's fault that Enjolras has the worst fucking timing and didn't realise that all the time he spent talking with Grantaire after meetings and walking around his art exhibitions and staring at his hands meant he was falling in love with him.

But whatever. It's fine. Enjolras is an adult. He can deal with this like a grown up, and simply avoid the problem until it goes away. That's totally dealing with it, right?

This policy works pretty well for a few weeks, until the next time they go the club. Grantaire brings Nico. There's a lot of dancing and kissing and whispering god knows what in each other's ear. Enjolras is sort of tempted to tell them to get a room, but he's probably biased, and he doesn't want to be a dick. Grantaire is having fun and he's happy and who is Enjolras to ruin that, just because he's jealous that he was too late?

He decides the perfect solution to this is to get horrendously drunk. Obviously.

Cut to about an hour later, Enjolras has locked himself in a bathroom stall and is puking his guts up. In hindsight, getting horrendously drunk might have been a bad decision

Someone comes in, and then there's a knock on the door and a hesitant "Hey, uh. Are you okay in there?" And of course it's Marius fucking Pontmercy.

Enjolras wipes his hand across his mouth and tries to pull himself together, standing on unsteady legs and opening the stall door.

Marius' eyes widen. "Enjolras? I didn't expect to see you on the other side of this door. Are you feeling okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Enjolras walks unsteadily to the sink and looks at himself in the mirror. God he looks a mess. Enjolras bets Nico never looks a mess. That's why Grantaire likes him so much, probably.

"I've just had too much to drink, but I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Marius asks. When Enjolras glares at him, Marius simply shrugs and says, "You haven't really been yourself tonight. You seem...Kind of upset."

Enjolras doesn't know why that does it, but one moment he's fine, and the next he's pressing a hand over his mouth to muffle a sob, and then another one. And then he's drunkenly crying in the bathroom like an idiot.

Marius simply puts his arms around him, lets him lean his head on his shoulder and cry himself out. It takes much longer than it should, but to his credit he is still pretty drunk.

Enjolras calms down eventually, and then the embarrassment sets in, and he kind of wants to melt into the floor. He pushes his head off Marius' shoulder and mutters a sorry.

Marius simply smiles at him and says "Don't worry, you wouldn't believe the amount of people I've done this for. Éponine, Grantaire, Courfeyrac..."

Despite everything, Enjolras manages a laugh. "That's ironic, considering I'm pretty sure Courfeyrac was crying over you."

Marius grins. "I know, right? But we worked it out." He pats Enjolras on the shoulder. "And you and Grantaire will work it out too."

Enjolras frowns at him. "I never said I was crying over Grantaire."

Another smile, another shoulder pat. "You didn't have to."

"Yeah, you're pretty obvious about it. You've spent most of tonight staring at his shoulders." "Yes thank you Marius I think I need to go home now."

Pontmercy's alright, Enjolras thinks as he helps him into the back of a cab. He's going to tell Combeferre to be nicer to him.

So yeah. Enjolras pines and eats ice cream with Combeferre and Courfeyrac and accepts that eventually, he has to get over Grantaire. Just like, statistically. He can't possibly be in love with him forever

(It's starting to feel like forever though)

A few weeks later, Grantaire comes into the Musain and makes a beeline straight for the table Enjolras is sitting at alone. He sits down in the seat opposite him with purpose. And then he just looks at him in silence, which is kind of weird. 

Enjolras hasn't seen Grantaire without Nico in weeks, and he's a good friend and a polite person with manners and also not jealous, so he asks "Where's Nico?"

"Oh, yeah. We broke up."

Oh. Huh. That's interesting.

But Nico was genuinely a nice guy, and he made Grantaire happy, and they were a nice couple. So Enjolras says "I'm really sorry to hear that. Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm totally fine. I broke up with him actually."

That's even more interesting. Enjolras knows better than to get his hopes up, but he leans across the table anyway and says "Can I ask why?"

Grantaire sighs, pushes his hands through his hair.

"Because he was smart and funny, and he was kind to me and was the best at picking date nights and had great taste in music, and he was super hot as well. And goddamn, the guy made the best brownies I've ever had in my life. But he still wasn't you. And apparently I can't be in love with anyone else except you."

Enjolras doesn't know what else to do but practically launch himself across the table at Grantaire, pulling him in for a kiss. He actually knocks his coffee mug all over the table, he's pretty sure he's leaning directly in a patch of milk. But he doesn't care. He's waited long enough

(A few weeks later, Bahorel jokes to Enjolras "So, how long did it take you to work out that Grantaire was dating your identical twin?" to which Enjolras responds with "Wait, what? Did Nico and I look similar?" Combeferre puts his head in his hands and calls him an idiot)

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

I’ll take the prompt! I haven’t written les mis fic in a while, and I think some ExR is just what I need

Ooooh amazing 😭😭😭 this is so fucking dumb but stick with me lol

So (very much) pining Enjolras is like omg I rly like Grantaire how can I get close to him and talk to him and show I like him 🥺 and then he's like omg! Great idea! I'll go to that weight lifting class he runs!!!! He's always saying he wants more of us to join!

So he goes to the class and then finishes it and spends the next 2 days with his entire body ACHING. And he's like fuck no. There has to be another way.

But then next time Grantaire sees him he's like "Hey Apollo, how come you didn't come back to the class? 🥺" Cut to Enjolras lacing up his gym shoes like FUCK.

And then idk classes and stretching and rubbing out cramps and muscle aches and then they kiss and date and a few months later it's spring and Enjolras wears a short sleeved t shirt for the first time in a while and everyone's like what the fuck since when do you have muscles

Idk I just want something funny and cute and silly and fluffy, I want Enjolras struggling to lift his arms over his head and walk upstairs because his limbs feel like jelly, and Combeferre and Courfeyrac cracking a rib laughing at his pain, I want Enjolras to realise that as well as getting to flirt with Grantaire, he's actually making process and gaining muscle and maybe even having fun!!! Also no this is not at all inspired by my current gym kick why on earth would you ask.

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

i wrote some pining Enj headcanons for you bc you're sick and you deserve them

• Enjolras is very used to people crushing on him. He's pretty and eloquent and that sorta thing usually gets you many admirers.

• HOWEVER, most people lose interest instantly when they get to know him because they think he's Too Much.

• so when he starts to notice R looking at him, he thinks it's just that. he thinks he's pretty, that's all there is to it.

• EXCEPT he's actually starting to show an interest, and Enjolras has a small, mortifying collection of napkins with little doodles on them.

• they start to speak more often, and when he's not drunk out of his mind and trying to be disruptive, he's quiet and thoughtful. he speaks in a low, deep voice and gets so tangled in his own thoughts that it seems like he's creating entire philosophies.

• enjolras has felt this pesky little feeling in his chest just once before, snd he is terrified of it. he starts looking forward to the one on one meetings they have when grantaire explains how to make flyers particularly eye catching

• he sits there, his eyes alight, talking about colors and fonts and Enjolras could not ever have imagined someone unironically saying "serif fonts are just sexier."

• they start to get closer, and enjolras can't help but be horribly, terribly enamoured. he teaches enjolras to cook simple meals when combeferre moves out because he took one look at enjolras' freezer FILLED with veggie nuggets and frozen pizzas and decided that enjolras couldn't survive like that.

• the first time he successfully makes a meal, he makes way too much, and invites R over.

• there, sitting over the table, he can see R looking at him with those beautiful, soft eyes. he's taking a bite and he looks proud.

• and enj feels all too aware that he actually put an effort into his appearance, that his curls look shiny and bouncy and his tee us actually wrinkle free for once.

• he feels this overwhelming sadness in the knowledge that grantaire himself has told him more times than he can count that he should loosen up. that he's impossible and condescending and hard to speak to.

• he idly wonders if he would even be here if he looked different.

• meanwhile, grantaire is just scooping dessert into bowls, and wondering how his life has reached a stage where sitting next to enjolras on the couch, legs pressed together, watching tales of the city.

• they stay there, long into the night, enjolras offers grantaure his clothes, feeling something swooping in his chest seeing Grantaire’s shoulders fill out his baggy tshirt.

• they end up a little tangled together, enjolras sobbing his eyes out about margot and jake.

• he doesn't remember when he fell asleep, but he remembered waking up, with sleep and tears crusting his eyes, hair wild and all over the place.

• grantaire looks at him with painfully fond eyes, and enjolras feeling his heart crawlings it's way up his throat.

"you look like shit, apollo," he says. enjolras laughs. he let's himself believe, for a moment, that this could work out

I hope you feel better, love <33

OH GOD OH FUCK UR THE BEST I LUV YOU

And they start going for walks and coffee together, and Grantaire takes him up to Belleville and shows him all the wall art, and talks about the graffiti artists he knows from the Parisian art scene and explains the meaning behind the art and Enjolras just smiles and nods along- It’s really nice, listening to Grantaire talking about something and hearing the passion in his voice. 

One time, they bump into someone Grantaire knows, and the person assumes Enjolras is Grantaire’s boyfriend. Enjolras tries not to feel too hurt about how quick R is to correct them, but also.....Ouch.

(Grantaire just didn't want Enjolras to be offended by the implication that they were dating...Little did he know, huh?)

and maybe, another time they're hanging out in Enjolras' apartment again, and Grantaire falls asleep this time. And he looks so at peace, in a way he never really does while he's awake, and Enjolras knows he's being a giant creep but he can't seem to focus on whatever documentary they put on. He just keeps admiring the way Grantaire's long lashes look against his cheekbone and the shape of his lips and the little bump in his nose, and oh god, Enjolras is so screwed.

Grantaire wakes up, sitting up and stretching, and he’s like “shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, what did I miss?” And Enjolras opens his mouth, to tell him what happened in the documentary, but the words that come out are “I like you.” Shit, how did that happen? 

Grantaire (still half asleep) is like "wait, what?" And Enjolras completely panics and is like "Never mind, forget I said anything!" and then practically jumps off the couch and ends up swearing a blue streak when he whacks his knee on the coffee table

Grantaire reaches out and grabs his hand before he can run away and says “What did you say?” And Enjolras just thinks “Well, I’ve already embarrassed myself enough, so whatever I guess!!!” and says it again, “I like you.”

Grantaire simply stares at him for a moment, and then he gives Enjolras the widest smile he’s ever seen and says simply “I like you too.” 

Enjolras wakes up on the couch the next morning, his head on Grantaire’s chest, listening to his heartbeat under his ear, and he kind of can’t stop smiling

p-tri you are the best thank u for a lil bit of piningjolras to read on my sick day, this made me smile like a loon lots of luv to u <3 <3 <3

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

a piningjolras playlist but it's just "Ever Fallen in Love (with Someone You Shouldn't've)" by the Buzzcocks repeated 20 times