Enjoltaire One-shots

Two: Greek Mythology

A.N. I loved writing this one. Enjoy!

*

Grantaire had fallen in love with his Apollo. He hadn't meant to, it just happened. He was only a mortal, but the sun god had captured his heart in such a way that the brunet was helpless. He didn't expect Apollo to actually notice him.

It was a warm day when Grantaire decided to take a walk through the woods, away from the crowds of Athens. The woods were quiet and peaceful, and most mortals felt there was no need to explore. They believed it was cursed. Grantaire didn't. Sometimes he'd sit down in the grass and share poetry with the nymphs that surrounded the area, but mostly he just sat in thought. Today was a day for poetry, and the nymphs were out listening to the pretty words the mortal said. They listened in awe.

Finally a younger nymph said, "Your poetry is lovelier than even Apollo's!" The other nymphs shushed her, but Grantaire just gave a small smile.

"Thank you, but I don't compare to Apollo's greatness."

"Are you certain about that?" Everyone in the clearing turned around to see a young blond man leaning against a tree, wearing a pure white tunic. He was fair and fit, built like the gods themselves had formed him, and Grantaire had never seen him before.

"Who are you? If you don't mind me asking."

The man paused, as if unsure of the answer, then replied: "Enjolras."

"You don't look like you're from around here, Enjolras." At this point all of the nymphs had vanished. Grantaire knew that they were nervous at the best of times, but this felt different.

Enjolras moved closer to Grantaire. "I couldn't help but hear your poetry. It was beautiful."

The brunet furrowed his brow. "Thank you. I wasn't aware that there was anyone else here." There was something about this man that wasn't quite right, not like he was bad, just that he wasn't telling the entire truth. The way he moved, like he was at peace with the universe, made Grantaire believe he wasn't mortal at all.

As if reading his thoughts, Enjolras turned and looked at him, a small smile on his face.
"You're very clever, Grantaire. I'm not who I claim to be. My name is Apollo."

At this Grantaire moved to bow, but the god held up a hand.
"There's no need for that. You see, I was captivated by your words, so I just came for a visit."

"My lord-"

"Call me Apollo."

"Lord Apollo, my words are no match for yours." Grantaire's face was flushed, and he didn't know where to look.

The god looked amused. "While that may be true, your poetry was amazing. Would you allow me to listen to more?"

"O-of course," Grantaire said, sitting back down. The sun god joined him, taking a seat next to the brunet. They sat in silence for a moment, waiting. Then Grantaire burst into quiet, nervous laughter.

"I'm sorry, I can't think right now. I don't know what's wrong with me." He looked at Apollo, who didn't seem all that mad.

"Grantaire, you captivate me."

"What?"

Apollo pressed his lips to Grantaire's, the latter of the two shocked at what was happening.

"Apollo..."

"Just let me stay here a little longer, dear mortal. You've captured my heart."