#enjolras/grantaire

[morallygays]

grantaire during les amis meetings:

#enjoltaire #e/r #exr #enjolras/grantaire #enjolras #grantaire #les mis #les miserables

[cecinestpasunblog]

Not to be 2012 les mis tumblr fan on main, but it is the 31st of August where I am, which means it has been 10 years since George Blagden sent us all into a frenzy by uploading this to youtube:

This still fucking slaps tbh, thanks George

#my post #les mis #les miserables #e/R #george blagden #aaron tveit #enjolras #grantaire #enjolras/grantaire #les miserables 2012 #Youtube

[mlmshipbracket]

ROUND ONE: POLL #6

ROUND 1 ALL POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi/Barnaby “Bunny” Brooks Jr. :

NO PROPAGANDA SUBMITTED

Enjolras/Grantaire:

"However, [Grantaire] had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras" "Grantaire in the presence of Enjolras became some one once more." "Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him. He admired his opposite by instinct." "There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the obverse of Enjolras."

Pollux = twin of Castor, Patroclus = famous lover of Achilles, Nisus = partner of Euryalus in Virgil's Aeneid, Ephestion = boyfriend of Alexander the Great, Pechmeja = 18th Century French author

#kotetsu t. kaburagi #barnaby brooks jr #kotetsu t. kaburagi/barnaby brooks jr #taibani #tiger and bunny #enjolras #grantaire #enjolras/grantaire #exr #les miserables #tumblr poll #tumblr bracket #mlm ship #mlm ship poll #mlm ship bracket #mlm ship bracket tournament #mlm ship bracket 2023 #mlm ship bracket tournament 2023 #secondr1

[riotstarruika]

In addition to being Barricade Day, today is the second anniversary of my ExR (epic length, slow burn) fic Beautiful & Good, so here’s a (happy, healthy and alive) Enjolras to celebrate!

Painting by the very talented @chazstity ♥

#les mis #Enjolras #exr #enjolras/grantaire #barricade day #art #look at him #it's Grantaire's boyfriend #this turned out beautifully #obsessed #my fic #not my art

[twisted-little-fairy-story]

Important Note:

This August it will be ten years since George Blagden woke up, chose violence, and decided to give the gays  the Les  Mis fandom everything they wanted.

How are we all doing folks?

#youtube #george blagden #les amis #les miserables #grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #e/R #enjolras/grantaire #I'll follow you into the dark #death cab for cutie #he enjoyed this Way Too Much

[whatthehellvictorhugo]

Uh so guess who drew Exr death scene AGAIN

#les miserables #les mis #les miserables fanart #grantaire #art #enjolras #enjoltaire #enjolras/grantaire #exr #e x r #this time I had a reason besides exr to draw it tho #imma paint it on the back of my norwegian graduation jumpsuit thingy #and needed to have a physical vision bc I’ve never painted before #and definitely never on clothes #don’t worry I will simplify it in the painting #I just wanted to do more details digital bc it felt unfinished if I didn’t

[breath-of-fresh-grantaire]

“WHY NOT? WHY WON’T YOU SHIP E/R?”

“BECAUSE SHIPPING E/R KILLED MY GRANDMA, OKAY?”

“Now fuck off.”

“My uncle broke his neck trying to write Modern E/R once.”

"... How... how did shipping E/R kill your grandma? What was her OTP?"

“No... I was the one shipping E/R.”

[Writing an E/R fic]

“BRANCH LOOK OUT!!” [SAVES HIM FROM FANON]

[JAVERT’S SUICIDE INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS IN BACKGROUND]

“LESMIS-MA, NOOOOO!!!!!”

[becomes e/r anti]

#les mis #les miserables #enjolras #grantaire #les mis meme #e/r #exr #enjolras/grantaire #enjoltaire

[skyriel79]

In the brick, Hugo mentions very briefly that Grantaire signs his name as R, and the fandom just picked up on this. As to why it’s a pun, R in French is pronounced as “aire”. So when you say Grantaire in a French accent, it sounds like Grande R, or big/capital R. So obviously Grantaire noticed this and began to sign his name only as R.

Man, it's been a hot minute since I read The Brick. *LOL* (1998 to be precise.) A couple other kind people also sent me this info, but thank you too!

#les miserables #les mis #les miz #grantaire #enjolras/grantaire #e/r #enjoltaire #skyriel answers

[faroucheflowers]

“Be easy” - Volume IV, Book First, Chapter VI

#I know this was a daytime scene but theres only so many ways i could think to draw a musian interior in under 10 minutes #doing something last minute in true grantaire fashion #les mis #Les Misérables #victor hugo #barricade day #barricade day 2023 #my art #fan art #art #enjolras/grantaire #enjoltaire #exr #enjolras #grantaire #les amis de l'abc #barricade boys #artists of tumblr #still learning how to draw these boys digitally #or draw digitally in general

[takemyhandexr]

ExR Big Bang SIGN-UPS!

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If so, join the Take My Hand Big Bang! The goal of the event is creation and collaboration for their own sakes and to produce new works for ExR. The sign-up form for the event is running from now until March 22, 11:59 PM EST. Visit our Information and Timeline page to find out more about how the bang works.

Fill out this Google form to sign up!

#exR #enjoltaire #enjolras/grantaire #enjolras #grantaire #les miserables #les mis #big bang #les mis fic #les mis art #les miz #les mis fanfic #les mis fanart #les mis fandom #les mis event #fandom event #take my hand exR 2023

[a-demain]

Warmth

Hi, this is my first fic for Les Mis.

(Additionally, this is the first fic I've ever shared on Tumblr.

Both of these things are giving me such anxiety that I'm posting it from an alternative account.)

I hope you enjoy!

exR, pining, emotional constipation, emotional breakthroughs, Grantaire gets shocked into silence.

Warmth

Telling someone you love them is not a walk in the park. Fortunately, Grantaire is there to throw one double entendre too many.

*

There’s an open-air photo exhibition in the park and, despite the late hour and the cold, Grantaire clearly can’t resist it. He keeps stopping to look at every other displayed work and, as a result, considerably slows down their pace. Enjolras wouldn’t mind – he wouldn’t be opposed to looking at the exhibition himself, even though his interest in art cannot match Grantaire's – if the freezing air wasn’t starting to seep through his clothing and cling to his skin.

“Can we go a little faster? I’m really cold.”

It’s a little past midnight and they’re walking from the Musain to Grantaire’s place so Enjolras can collect the posters and banners Grantaire and Jehan have spent the week preparing for the protest tomorrow. The protest is also the reason why the meeting tonight ended later than usual and Enjolras is tired, cold, and hungry, and completely unmoved by art of any kind. He curls his cold fingers into his palms in his pockets – he must’ve left his gloves at the Musain – and watches Grantaire finally tear himself away from the photos and walk towards him.

“Oh, I can warm you up if you’d like, Ange,” he says with a suggestive wink.

Enjolras turns his head away from him and looks at the dark road before them as they resume walking. He’s not serious, he tells himself, as always – as he’s been doing for months, trying to reason with his heart and stop it from absurd, pointless, futile hoping every time Grantaire hits him with one of his trademark crude jokes, double entendres and pick-up lines. He’s not serious. You can’t have this. He doesn’t mea--

Something inside him snaps.

“Can you?” he hears himself say.

There’s a surprised intake of breath to his left and then silence.

Enjolras feels like there’s a silence inside him, too. Suddenly, there is no trace of the anguish and the tempestuous emotions that had been tearing him apart in recent months; it’s like someone closed the window in a blizzard. He feels that whatever has snapped keeps breaking, like a fracture that runs across the surface of the ice, slowly forming a rift. He has no idea why he said what he just did, nor how he expects Grantaire to respond (although he knows how he’d like Grantaire to respond. You can’t have this, you can’t have this, drones on the old voice in his head. But Enjolras is cold and tired and hungry and starved. It’s been two years. It’s been most of his life. It’s been every time he had feelings for someone).

“I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t apologize.”

He stops suddenly and so does Grantaire, who looks at him, his expression tense and unsure.

“Don’t say things like this when you don’t mean them,” says Enjolras, his own voice sounding alien to him, the words, clear and sharp, leaving his mouth without the participation of his consciousness. Suddenly, he feels his throat constrict and his jaws clench together, and he can’t speak any more. He’s never considered telling Grantaire how he feels about him; he’s never even told any of his friends. Admitting that he’s not immune to Grantaire’s comments hints at these hidden feelings and pulls them close to the surface, making him feel exposed and vulnerable, and completely out of his element. He takes a deep breath to calm himself and stares ahead, still unable to talk and feeling too unsteady to look at Grantaire.

Next to him, Grantaire is still silent, though Enjolras can feel he's watching him. A moment passes.

“What if I do mean them?” asks Grantaire quietly.

This shocks Enjolras enough to make him face Grantaire. Of all things he could expect to hear from him, this isn’t one of them.

“What then, Enjolras?” insist Grantaire, his eyes serious and a little desperate, like it costs him a lot to say it.

Enjolras blinks. His heart thuds in his chest and he feels as if he’s watching himself from the outside, like someone else has taken control of his body. Someone who hasn’t been made feel, many times throughout the years, that he was too different, too intense, too serious, too much to be loved and wanted; that he could only be valued and respected for the skills that made him a good leader and activist, but rarely appreciated and needed as a friend, a human being. Someone who hasn’t been coping by trying to ignore his need for closeness and affection and hoping he’d never fall in love, convinced he could never be loved back -- but failed and fell for Grantaire, spending two years hopelessly consumed by feelings that the rare, short-lived crushes he had in the past couldn’t compare to.

He feels like it’s not him but that person who he doesn't recognize who now calmly takes a step towards Grantaire, lays a hand on his shoulder, leans in, and kisses him on the lips.

Grantaire stops breathing and goes stiff and Enjolras immediately breaks the kiss, worried that he’s misread the situation and embarassed by the lapse in his usual restraint. Grantaire blinks at him and something wild flashes in his eyes. His hands slide into Enjolras’s hair, he pulls him back down and kisses him fiercely. Enjolras stumbles a little and reflexively grabs Grantaire’s shoulders for balance and Grantaire wraps an arm around his waist, which both helps Enjolras steady and presses him tight to Grantaire’s chest. Enjolras kisses back dizzily, overwhelmed by the closeness and the waves of the long-suppressed emotions that have suddenly been set free. He holds onto Grantaire and Grantaire holds him and they kiss and kiss until they’re both breathless.

Grantaire doesn’t seem interested in letting him go, when the kiss ends; he watches Enjolras with an expression of open tenderness and wonder, his arm still wrapped around his waist, his thumb slowly caressing his cheek.

“What now?” he whispers eventually with a smile. Enjolras huffs a quiet laugh. He doesn’t know. “Grantaire does mean it, actually, and you can have it” isn’t a scenario he considered likely or planned for.

“What do you want?”

Grantaire watches him for a moment. He blinks a few times, breaking eye contact and looking down for a moment and visibly gathering himself before he draws a shaky breath and speaks.

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.”

It’s not a proper answer to the question. It’s everything Enjolras ever wanted to hear.

“I’ve been in love with you for two years,” he says. “I thought I had no chance with you.”

Grantaire throws his head back and barks an incredulous laugh. “Hah, no, Enjolras, that was never a possibility,” he says, “but I thought the same of you, so I can’t complain. Okay,” he says taking a step back and releasing Enjolras from his embrace, “let’s get out of the cold. We don’t want you to catch the flu before the protest.” He extends a hand, looking at him a little shyly.

Enjolras takes his hand and they resume walking down the lane.

“I’m not cold anymore, actually.”

“Oh, you aren’t?”

“Mmm.”

“So I can warm you up.”

“So it seems.”

*

#exr #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #enjolras/grantaire #les mis #les miserables #fanfic #modern au

[morallygays]

ok ive seen so many variations and idk what the most popular one is so:

pls reblog for sample size because ive always called it enjoltaire but lately ive seen lots more exr and im curious

#les mis #les miserables #les mis polls #polls #exr #enjoltaire #e/r #enjolras/grantaire #enjolras #grantaire #les amis de l'abc

[notearnest]

Summer, 1913. A group of men have retreated to an estate in the English countryside to escape from society and into each other's arms. Grantaire and Jehan's long-standing relationship has always been open to new lovers, and in the safety of the summer months Grantaire seeks the courage to act on a longing that he has yet to face.

(In other words, everyone in Les Amis is gay and poly and they are all having a gay and poly time at Jehan's family estate.)

Reappearing like a ghost in the night to plug my own writing, leaving it like a little sacrifice on the doorstep of the Les Mis fandom.

#les mis fanfic #enjoltaire #jehantaire #pining #enjolras #grantaire #grantaire’s POV #jean prouvaire #hurt/comfort #les miserables #les mis #exr #triumvirate #enjolras/grantaire #Enjolras/Courfeyrac/Combeferre #courferre #joly/bossuet/musichetta #Courfeyrac/Combeferre

[mlmshipbracket]

ROUND TWO: POLL #3

ROUND 2 ALL POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Sir Ambrosius Goldenloin/Sir Ballister Boldheart:

NO PROPAGANDA SUBMITTED

Enjolras/Grantaire:

Propaganda submitted through ask [FOUND HERE]

Previously submitted propaganda:

"However, [Grantaire] had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras" "Grantaire in the presence of Enjolras became some one once more." "Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him. He admired his opposite by instinct." "There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the obverse of Enjolras."

Pollux = twin of Castor, Patroclus = famous lover of Achilles, Nisus = partner of Euryalus in Virgil's Aeneid, Ephestion = boyfriend of Alexander the Great, Pechmeja = 18th Century French author

#ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin x ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin/ballister boldheart #goldenheart #nimona #enjolras #grantaire #enjolras x grantaire #enjolras/grantaire #exr #les miserables #tumblr poll #tumblr bracket #mlm ship #mlm ship poll #mlm ship bracket #mlm ship bracket tournament #mlm ship bracket 2023 #mlm ship bracket tournament 2023

[riotstarruika]

Chapters: 26/? Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables) Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l'ABC Additional Tags: Canon Era, Museums, Art History, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Foils to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Artist Grantaire Chapter Summary:

Enjolras opened his eyes to the ceiling, squinting against the morning sunlight. Grantaire shifted beside him, betraying the fact that he, too, was awake. There was a chill on Enjolras's bare neck, but the blankets were warm, the sheets clean-smelling and crisp, and the mattress as soft and comfortable as ever. He breathed in a lungful of cool air, and turned his head.

#exr #exr fic #enjolras/grantaire #les mis fic #enjoltaire #my fic

[sharki-leftishark]

[ID: Digital calligraphy of a quote from Les Miserables. The top says, “You don’t believe in anything,” in Old English style. Underneath it says, “I believe in you,” in Italic script. Around the words are red wild roses lined in black and painted in loose watercolor and splashes of black ink. The background is an off-white parchment color.]

#enjolras #grantaire #exr #enjoltaire #enjolras x grantaire #enjolras/grantaire #les miserables #les mis #les amis #my art #sharki