Their relationship is many things. It's harsh, drunk kisses in alleyways and fingerprint shaped bruises on Enjolras's white hips. It's loud arguments and longing for something they almost have but not quite.
Neither had ever thought it'd sweet. But slowly it's becoming soft kisses pressed to bare shoulders and fingers brushing beneath the table at the Musain.
And maybe, just maybe one day it will become 'I love you's' whispered between the sheets, 'I love you's' said proudly in front of their friends 'I love you's' that aren't just whispered when one thinks the other is sleeping.
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i need some fine wine and you need to be nicer
Fanfiction*cross-posted on ao3* Different ficlets about Grantaire and Enjolras, each following a different prompt. . . . Their first kiss is angry. One second they're fighting outside of the Musain and the next Enjolras is tugging on his brown tangles and th...
