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Les Mis

Enjolras/Grantaire

He’s always been very aware of his own physical attractiveness, and he’s not above using it to his advantage, not when there are more important things at stake here. A little bit of moral ambiguity on his part isn’t going to hurt anyone.

“This is important. We need you to do this,” he says, voice gentle and soft. He strokes his thumb over the line of Grantaire’s cheekbones. “I need you to do this.”

Vikings

Athelstan/Lagertha/Ragnar

Athelstan takes a shift manning the kissing booth at the school fair, and there is a very large donation.

Les Mis

Enjolras/Grantaire

Grantaire is no different than any other art student in Paris: he struggles to make rent on his shithole of an apartment, wine is an integral part of his daily menu, he smokes like a chimney, and he takes a job working as a part-time waiter to make ends meet. Completely and perfectly average.

Until he starts seeing men who probably don't exist.

Vikings

Athelstan/Lagertha/Ragnar

Ragnar and Lagertha hear Athelstan busking in a park by chance on the same day they lose their opening act. They convince him to come along with them as they tour their way across the country, and he fits into their lives better than they ever could have hoped.

Star Trek

Kirk/McCoy

Stranded on the planet Sigma Nox while searching for a missing away team, Spock and Kirk find themselves pitted against a disturbing native life form. With the captain out of commission on a regular basis and Spock struggling to preserve his stoicism, staying alive is difficult enough – but when a slim chance for escape surfaces, their resolve is truly put to the test. Together they must fight for survival in the heart of an alien jungle, and in the process, uncover the mystery of the planet’s past. Slow build K/S.

Star Trek

Spock/McCoy

Spock likes McCoy. McCoy won't take a hint.

Harry Potter

Percy/Remus

Percy hates Tuesdays; he just doesn't realise it. Inspired by apples, breathing, curry and bookshops.

Les Miserables

Enjolras/Grantaire

Enjolras wipes the back of his hand across his face. “We fought,” he says, sniffling a little.

“We fight all the time,” Grantaire says, but it’s evidently the wrong thing to say because Enjolras’ face crumples as he starts to cry again. “Are you- Are you breaking up with me?”

Les Miserables

Combeferre/Enjolras/Grantaire

Amis House might not be the biggest student co-op, or the fanciest, but it's got something all its own. Specifically, smoke damage on the kitchen ceiling from that time Courfeyrac lit a political pamphlet on fire.

In which there are secrets, pining, pancakes, and revelations, and sometimes the shortest distance between three points is not a triangle but a circle.

Les Miserables

Enjolras/Grantaire

Grantaire ends up having to take care of his niece for a week and Enjolras isn't as bad with kids as people would think.

Les Miserables

Enjolras/Grantaire

“Oh, no, that’s your I’m going to do something fucking stupid face,” Joly says. “Stop whatever it is you’re thinking.”

But it’s not something really fucking stupid; it’s genius.

Enjolras can’t say no to moving in with Grantaire if he has already moved in with him.

Les Miserables

Courfeyrac/Combeferre

Courfeyrac is in dire need of a boyfriend. Luckily he can convince Combeferre to help him out.

Les Miserables

Combeferre/Grantaire

“It wasn’t a big deal.” He said it like he dragged drunken idiots home every day, like it was something that everyone would have done. Which it most certainly wasn’t. “But I appreciate that you came here to say thank you,” he said, smiling, “and maybe you’re sober enough to tell me your name today?”

“And maybe I’m sober enough to remember yours,” Grantaire replied and held out his hand for him to shake. “I’m Grantaire.”

“Combeferre,” he said and shook his hand.

Les Miserables

Combeferre/Grantaire

Written for a prompt on the Les Mis kink meme. Combeferre finds himself completely bewitched by one of the florists in Paris, and (not so subtly) makes an effort to see him as often as he can.

Les Miserables

Enjolras/Grantaire

Enjolras loses his memory. Thankfully, nothing unexpected seems to have happened to him in the five years he can't remember. Well, except for the boyfriend. The boyfriend's kind of a surprise.

Les Miserables

Enjolras/Grantaire

Enjolras’s mouth fell open. “You have tattoos.” Grantaire, not trusting his voice, gave a little nod.

Enjolras groaned, moving quickly away from Grantaire, putting his face in his hands. “That information was not helpful at all,” Enjolras said, his voice muffled by his palms. He was slightly hunched, as if trying to physically keep himself from straightening and looking Grantaire in the eye. “I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

“I don’t either,” he replied, his voice slightly hardening through his confusion, and he pulled himself away from the depths of his reactions with it. “Why don’t you try to explain it as best you can? Because, to be completely honest, you’re kind of freaking me out here.”

(In which Enjolras is pining and Grantaire is... also pining.)

Les Miserables

Enjolras/Grantaire

Grantaire ends up with an incredibly handsome guy sitting at his table. On several occasions.