Enjoltaire One Shots

V-Reuniting

 Grantaire checked his phone for what had to be the billionth time in the past minute. He had been waiting at the airport terminal for the past half hour, waiting for Enjolras. He had been on a trip to France for the pat three months, and they didn't want to leave Egg and Jill at a pet hotel, and none of their friends could watch the dogs for that length of time, so Grantaire had stayed home. Enjolras and Grantaire had called and factimed and texted each other at every possible time, but for the first time in three months, they'd really be together again.

11:56

How the hell is it not twelve yet?

11:57

Dear Time, please hurry.

11:58

*screaming*

11:59

One minute more.

Enjolras's plane was scheduled to land at noon, and Grantaire was starting to get jumpy. (Actually, he got jumpy yesterday. It's only gotten worse since then.)

12:01

Shit. Has there been any news of a plane crash or something? Shit. Wait, no. Calm down. The plane's not going to land at exactly noon. Chill, R.

At that moment, Grantaire looked out the window and saw the plane glide down and hit the runway. The words 'Air France' were painted across the plane, and Grantaire nearly screamed like a teenage girl. He probably could have, seeing that there was pretty much no one else around.

Fifteen minutes later, people started exiting the plane.

Grantaire stood on his tip toes on a chair looking for Enjolras.

He nearly fell on his face when he saw a figure in a red hoodie with messy blonde hair walk out, yawning and dragging a suitcase with the French flag painted on it.

"ENJOLRAS!" Grantaire yelled.

Enjolras abruptly looked up, as if he had been suddenly woken up. His eyes widened when he saw Grantaire running towards him—first in confusion (because he had, in fact, just woken up from a long plane ride)—then in pure joy as he dropped his suitcase and started running towards Grantaire.

They crashed together and Grantaire knocked Enjolras down right on his back. Grantaire landed right on top of him, both of their bodies crashing rather awkwardly on each other and the floor.

"OW!"


"FUCK! SHIT! E, OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY I'M SO SORRY SHIT FUCK IS THERE ICE SOMEWHERE I THINK THEY HAVE LIKE MILKSHAKE THINGS AT THE STARBUCKS OVER THERE I'LL GO GET SOME JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD—why the hell are you laughing?"

Enjolras had started laughing when Grantaire said "Starbucks" and he couldn't stop. Grantaire began worrying Enjolras had hit his head a bit too hard on the hard concrete floor.

"God, I missed you," Enjolras said as he smiled up at Grantaire's worried expression.

"Are you okay, Enj?" Grantaire asked as he finally got off of Enjolras and helped him up.

"I assure you, dear, I'm perfectly fine."

Enjolras stumbled as he got up, and Grantaire caught him in a perfect dip.

"Have you been taking dance classes while I was gone?" Enjolras asked before laughing.

"No, the only partner I want to dance with is you."

Grantaire pulled Enjolras up while simultaneously leaning down, and the two kissed. Enjolras brought his hand up to hold Grantaire's face and pull him closer.