ellebeecie: Angels, demons, gods, goddesses, genies & gorgons! In the Gutter, Looking Up (
ellebeecie: Angels, demons, gods, goddesses, genies & gorgons! In the Gutter, Looking Up (6k) by thatbug The heart of a star is a powerful thing, and after hearing Enjolras talk, Grantaire was almost convinced he had one. He didn’t look like an awkward young man with no friends and an impossible dream; he looked like a warrior, a god. Like he could change the world every bit as much as he said. There was only so much Grantaire could do. He had none of Enjolras’s conviction, his confidence, his blind faith. He just had the heart of a star, and it wasn’t doing him any good. Enjolras would use it. R is a genie (1k) by @theladyragnell “Oh, fuck, tell me I’m not your new cause—what’s your name? I should know the name of my master.” He winces. “Please don’t call me that. It’s Enjolras. And you aren’t a cause. You just deserve to be free. How long have you been in there?” Silence Is the Speech of Love (50k) by Lady Ragnell To his surprise, when he stands, Enjolras does too, without keyboard or tablet, and gives Grantaire a firm hug, the kind he does—well, the kind he does for his friends. For Combeferre and Courfeyrac and Jehan and Joly and all the others, and even Marius a few times, but never Grantaire. “Oh,” says Grantaire, in a tone that would give him away to anyone with any observatory skills at all. Enjolras just pats him on the back and releases him. “You’re welcome.” That has to have been Enjolras’s thanks. If it’s just something he expects to do now Grantaire may not survive. *Also check out the author’s tag for the mythology AU Under My Wings You Will Find Refuge (91k+) by @fivie “This is Enjolras,” Combeferre offers when the man himself does not. “And I’m not one for telling tales,” Enjolras says shortly. Some added insult along the lines of ‘not to an apparent wine-guzzling layabout such as you’ is unspoken but heavily implied. “Not even in exchange for a glass of wine after a hard day’s hunting?” Grantaire says, uncorking the bottle. He’s being irritating and he knows it, but he also knows that to back down now would be to lose Enjolras’s attention completely, and that can’t happen. That soul is the brightest and most beautiful thing he’s seen in too many long years, and he can’t allow it out of his sight again. *Also check out the author’s tag for it Snakebite and Black (5k) by phantomreviewer Something changes after that night, and Grantaire’s snakes are the first to react to it. Where they had once been marginally docile, the only whims that they tenuously obeyed being Grantaire’s, now they beckon towards Enjolras unprompted. No longer content to knot across Grantaire’s head - leaving the impression of chin length curls - instead they elongate, they twirl and they hiss spontaneously, with no impetuous other than the proximity of Enjolras. It is almost as though they smile in the presence of Enjolras, suddenly they reach out, coiling loosely to his shoulders, sliding out and over. It is almost hypnotic, he has caught Enjolras staring more than once. you were made to meet your maker (6k) by @sarah-yyy He recognises the naked man. And it’s not even because he’s a widely televised serial killer. Grantaire recognises the naked man because he’s spent the last two months of his life carving said naked man out of marble. “Oh my God,” Grantaire says again. “Apollo.” “I don’t like that name. I never liked that name,” Not-A-Serial-Killer says. “Can I have another, please?” *More EXR rec posts -- source link
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