I’m having a ridiculous amount of e/R feels right now, and I was just thinking about a modern AU where Grantaire has this ongoing joke amongst the Amis in which he pretends to be Enjolras’ boyfriend purely b/c it makes him REALLY uncomfortable. They’ll all go out to dinner and Grantaire will say things like “I’m not that hungry, babe, wanna split something?” and he’ll embarrass Enjolras in front of the waiter by putting his arm around him and kissing the top of his head. Even when ppl flirt with Grantaire, he smiles knowingly and says he’s spoken for which ignites an eyeroll from Enjolras (though he can’t completely hide the blush forming on his cheeks).
Of course Enjolras never gives in, glaring and swatting at Grantaire whenever the obnoxious prankster tries to hold his hand in public. He thought the pet names would be the worst part of this charade (calling him things like ‘snookems’ and ‘baby boo’) but Enjolras’ humiliation reaches an all-time high when Grantaire starts to describe their ‘active’ (yet entirely non-existent) sex life to their friends in excruciating detail.
It goes on like this for several months, Grantaire buying him flowers for Valentine’s Day and swiping his phone whenever his mother calls b/c he ‘desperately wants to get to know the woman who raised the love of his life’, until eventually it all becomes habit. Normal.
Then one day, out of the blue, Grantaire brings a date to one of their meetings and everyone is floored by this development, none more so than Enjolras (though he hides it well). Courfeyrac, however, can see underneath the blonde’s façade and instead of keeping his mouth shut (like he should), he makes a big show about how Grantaire is ‘cheating’ on Enjolras. This doesn’t help, because after seeing the confused look on his date’s face, Grantaire replies with ‘it was all just a joke’.
Enjolras’ heart plummets in his chest b/c that’s the moment he realizes that he didn’t want it be a joke and as annoyed as he outwardly appeared by Grantaire’s advances, he secretly loved the attention the dark-haired man gave him. He wanted the cheesy nicknames and he wanted to hold his hand while casually strolling down the street after a quiet night out and he wanted soft lips against his forehead b/c he wanted to be with Grantaire, and no one else.
Now, as shy as Enjolras is when it comes to love and romance, he knows how to get what he wants (it’s in his blood). so the next evening at the Musain, when Grantaire leaves the table to grab some drinks at the bar, Enjolras turns to the newcomer—who made the unfortunate decision to steal his favorite cynic—and says “you know, you seem like a really nice guy. I hope you stick around a lot longer than Grantaire’s previous boyfriends. It’s strange. No one’s ever been able to figure out what happens to them. After a week or two, they all just sort of…disappear.”
When Grantaire returns with two beers in hand, the young man is gone. “Where’d he go?” Enjolras only shrugs. Courf, being the ‘no bullshit’ type of person that he is, won’t leave it at that though. “I think our fearless leader just ran off your new boy toy, R. I wonder what would motivate him to do such a thing.”
Grantaire’s now fixed gaze starts to make Enjolras uneasy so he busies his hands with the napkin in front of him, making it a point not to look at the man beside him. Several minutes later, Grantaire’s expression transforms into a shit-eating grin and he leans in close to the blonde and whispers “if you want to get out of here with me, just give me a signal. Any signal at all, and I’m yours.”
It takes a moment, but Enjolras slowly and imperceptibly tugs on his ear.
Coldplay x Bastille // Viva La Pompeii (MASHUP)