Cafe Musain Oneshots

You Infuriate Me - Enjolras

enjolras x fem!reader (canon era)

summary: where enj willingly let's you into his house  

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none except maybe OOC enj, but personally i see it as him being comfortable enough to let loose around someone, also i refuse to believe that canon!enj is incapable of joking around with les amis

a/n: domestic fluff, enj has feelings, frenemies to lovers, GOSH I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE TWO, i tried to tweak my writing style a bit here because i was struggling trying to keep it formal speak and that worked out great because look at that word count!!, so it will be very casual compared aside from dialogue to the last oneshot, also realised i hate writing dialogue actions, he said she said what not, so it won't be very dialogue heavy

requested by letothersriseseries

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Did you know that Enjolras lived right above the café? Turns out almost nobody knew that tidbit of information either. He was very private about his home life, and he would always be the last person left when the meetings had closed, so no one ever got the chance to see him leave. Grantaire joked that he was writing his speeches as early as two months from now, and that his upcoming ones had already collected dust waiting for their time to shine.

You remembered hanging back after everyone else had already gone and left, the Musain had closed hours before and the moon was high in the sky. Your eyes heavy like lead, swaying on your feet as you shrug on your coat. Your eyes flickered to the candlelight on the far side of the room.

There Enjolras sat, hunched over with a quill in hand scribbling furiously. You didn't want to bother chastising him for working so hard at this hour, he never listened anyway.

"It is awfully late, are you going to be alright on your own?" You asked instead, striding to stand behind his chair. Not bothered to even look up from what he was writing, he nodded.

"You ask me that everytime," He grumbled, "I wonder why you think I could be otherwise." You frowned, crossing your arms as you stepped into his line of vision. Stubborn arse.

"I believe it is called, looking out for your wellbeing."

"My wellbeing is positively thriving actually."

"Don't you start being smart with me, Enjolras." You pointed accusingly at him. His head turned to look up at you, eyebrows furrowed. "Forbid me, if I had the strength, I ought to drag you by the collar and fling you out onto the street."

"Believe me, I appreciate your concern," He scoffed, gathering his things into his arms as he stood from his chair. "But you do not have to do any of that."

You snorted, proceeding to follow behind him. "Well then, you are very welcome. I expect you to be grateful that I hold this amount of self-restraint. Now that my nagging proves to be working regardless."

But instead of heading towards the stairs to exit like you expected, he walked past them to a door at the far end of the room. You were aware of its existence, but felt that Madame wouldn't have taken too kindly to you just waltzing in wherever you pleased. She had already given up the entire upstairs venue every week for your merry little band of misfits.

You watched as Enjolras casually opened the door, raising an eyebrow expectantly when he looked back at you and gestured inside. To which you retorted with an incredulous look.