#enjoltaire fanfiction

[callofthecurlew]

Hey Les Mis writing fandom I'd like to tentatively dip my toe in the water of writing Les Mis fanfic (mostly for Enjoltaire but honestly I ship the entire Les Amis with each other so whatever) but can someone please point me in the direction of a big bang or a bingo or a prompt thing if that even exists. Thanks!!

#les mis #les miserables #les miserables fanfiction #enjoltaire #enjoltaire fanfiction

[autumnalmess]

GUYS *frenzied smiling* 😁 (imagine me with my hair all over the place and massive black circles under my eyes) I know it's 2am, but another chapter of Two Parallel lines has just come out.

"WHAAAAAT??🤯" you may say, "Another chapter of my favourite fanfic has come out?! I'll read it at once!"

And you'd be absolutely right.

Introducing chapter 10 in which Marius is an idiot (again!), grantaire says something stupid (again!), and Combeferre is sexy (we all knew it was coming). Installment 2 of the Halloween chapters is UP!!!! 😱😱😱🎉🎉

#two parallel lines #adorable adorable stuff goes on. seriously. #the amis celebrate Halloween even though it's January shush #les miserables #fanfiction #enjoltaire fanfiction #courferre fanfiction #les mis #victor hugo #les misposting #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #courfeyrac #booklr #exr #combeferre #jehan #les amis de l'abc

[writtenbyme-c]

Ring! Or THAT fic!

Fun fact - you chose the two fics that Courf plays a major role in!

Here's the Ring Fic (actual name tbd) ~1.2k words

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“What the hell is that?” Courfeyrac asked, voice rising three octaves higher than usual.

Enjolras didn’t bother glancing up. “It’s a letter from Cosette’s stepdad. We’ve been corresponding about police matters and-”

“No, not that.” Courfeyrac pushed off the doorframe and strode over. He sat in the chair opposite Enjolras and tore the letter from him with more aggression than was needed, then grabbed at his wrist and held up his hand. “This.”

Enjolras blinked. “Oh. That’s a ring.”

Courfeyrac stared at him expectantly and when Enjolras said nothing he sighed and slumped back into his seat. He tilted his head back and let Enjolras’ hand drop back down to the table in order to run his own hand across his face. “Lord give me strength,” he muttered, then leaned forward again. “Pray tell, why are you wearing a ring?”

Enjolras picked the letter back up, but his eyes weren’t really focused on the words before him. “It’s an engagement ring.”

Courfeyrac bit his cheek before asking, “And who are you engaged to?”

“Grantaire.”

Courfeyrac spluttered. “What?”

“Do you need some water?” Enjolras stood and made his way over to the sink, glad that the conversation was taking place at his apartment and not in the Musain or God-forbid Courfeyrac’s house where one of the dramatist's many sisters could have been listening in.

When he sat back down and offered the glass of water to Courfeyrac he was waved off.

“Why are you engaged to Grantaire?” Courfeyrac asked, a peculiar anger brimming at the edges of his words.

Enjolras frowned at him. “So he can stay in the country. We talked about this at the last meeting.”

“No,” Courfeyrac said, shaking his head, “we joked about one of us marrying him so he could stay. The actual decision we came to was to appeal the decision.”

“Which we all know would take months. By the time his case was seen to he’d have been long since kicked out.”

“That’s not how it works-”

“That’s not how it is supposed to work,” Enjolras hissed, leaning forward in his seat, “but we all know that’s not true. It took Feuilly almost three years to get back.”

Courfeyrac winced and squinted at Enjolras, tongue poking at his cheek before he tutted and asked, “Is that what this is about? Is it some kind of redemption arc for you? Grantaire’s future is on the line here, Enjolras, you can’t-”

“You think I don’t know that?” Enjolras made a conscious effort to keep his volume down, not wanting the conversation to wake up Combeferre, who had a night shift in a few hours. “I want to help him, Courf, why is that so hard to understand?”

“Marrying Grantaire isn’t helping him.” Courfeyrac stood, hands in tight fists atop the table. He tapped at it a few times then pushed away, turning his back to Enjolras and taking a deep breath. “You need to speak to him, Enjolras. Properly. This can’t happen.”

“I have spoken to him,” Enjolras said, wishing Courfeyrac would turn around so he could see the look on his face. It had always been an open book, ever since he was tiny, and sometimes it was easier for people to understand what he meant, how sincere he was, when they were looking at him.

Courfeyrac ducked his head, still turned away. “You haven’t, not really. You wouldn’t be doing this if you had.”

“Courfeyrac,” Enjolras stood and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, turning him so they were face to face. “I’ve spoken to him. I know.”

Enjolras had thought it was what Courfeyrac wanted to hear, thought it would make the situation easier. But Courfeyrac just got angrier. His face went a deep red, his eyebrows drew together tightly, and his breath hitched in his throat.

“So why are you going through with it? Do you really hate him that much?”

“Quite the opposite. I think I’m in love with him, Courf.” Enjolras swallowed and stepped back, letting his legs guide him on muscle memory alone until he was safely tucked back into his seat at the table. “I think I have been for a while.”

“What made you realise?” Courfeyrac asked, settling across from him again, features significantly softer but with a hesitancy usually reserved for Combeferre or Enjolras himself.

“The thought of losing him,” Enjolras said simply, acutely aware of his fingers turning the ring on his left hand. It was a simple gold band with a vine shakily engraved around the outside. Grantaire had made it a few years ago. He’d dug it out of a box at the bottom of a drawer in the spare room he and Marius used as an office and thrown it at Enjolras’ face. Enjolras had caught it smoothly and slipped it onto his finger, smiling at the perfect fit.

“You’re serious then?” Grantaire asked, standing with his hands on his hips.

“I am,” Enjolras replied with a firm nod.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to lose you. You’re too important.”

“I can make digital art for Les Amis from anywhere-”

“To me.” Enjolras stepped forward and took Grantaire’s hands gently, pried open his closed fists and laced their fingers together. “You’re too important to me, Grantaire.”

Grantaire stared at him in disbelief. “You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“When do I ever ‘just say’ anything?” Enjolras asked, stepping closer still.

“We’ve done this all backwards,” Grantaire said, voice raspy, barely a whisper. “Engaged before we’ve even been on a date.”

“It’s actually not considered backwards in a lot of cultures, although some would argue that those cultures themselves are backwards and perhaps even problematic. But of course saying that another culture is problematic is in and of itself problematic so-”

“Enjolras,” Grantaire interrupted.

“Hmm?” Enjolras couldn’t lift his gaze from Grantaire’s lips.

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

Courfeyrac cleared his throat, reminding Enjolras that he wasn’t actually in Grantaire’s apartment still.

“Are you absolutely sure, Enjy?” Courfeyrac asked, using Enjolras’ childhood nickname. He only ever used it when he was truly worried about Enjolras; the last time had been during their exams in their last year at university, when Enjolras was eating barely three meals a week and sleeping barely three hours a night.

Enjolras reached across the table and held Courfeyrac’s hands tightly. He could easily spout off a hundred reasons as to why he was certain marrying Grantaire was the right move. He could list all the ways he loved the artist in rapid-fire succession now that he’d realised what his feelings were. But he knew that for once Courfeyrac didn’t need dramatics, so instead he simply said, “Yes.”

Of course, that wasn’t how Courfeyrac told the story at the wedding reception three weeks later. No, in his version Enjolras had begun to recite some of Jehan’s poetry and even broke out into an interpretive dance number. Nobody believed him, obviously – it was Enjolras he was talking about, after all – but Grantaire had looked so happy at the mere idea that they all went along with it anyway. And if later that night in the privacy of their wedding suite Enjolras did recite a poem he’d commissioned from Jehan, well, that was for just him and Grantaire to know.

#enjoltaire #enjoltaire fanfiction #les amis de l'abc #les miserables fanfiction #les mis #les miserables #enjolras #grantaire #courfeyrac #I'll probably post this on ao3 at some point #but who knows #fanfic #fanfiction

[thelawsofdaylight]

Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire

Words: 8792

Chapters: 3/?

Fic Summary: Grantaire has never met Enjolras before; he doesn’t  know anything about the man other than his job title and the fact that  he is, as of today, Grantaire’s designated ride-share partner in their company’s new environmental initiative. He just hopes the two of them can get along well enough to survive the half-hour journey to work and back.

(Or: the ride-share AU that started out as a shitpost in the Discorinthe discord server and somehow turned into another multichapter fic featuring found-family, politics, and plenty of pining.)

IN THIS CHAPTER: Grantaire gradually learns more of Les Amis de l'ABC and it's not long before Enjolras is able to cajole him into coming to a meeting. For better or for worse, Grantaire decides to give this whole 'activism' thing a go.

#les mis #les mis fanfiction #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire #enjoltaire fanfiction #my writing #a new chapter?????? a whole two days ahead of the posting schedule?????? it's more likely than you think!!!! #anyway! this one has coffee breaks and discussions of activism and even more driving. what more could u want #(also more of les amis my beloveds i really do love writing les amis meetings!!)

[television-bodies]

fic update for the les mis gang: i am currently working on two enjoltaire fics BOTH OF WHICH are breaking my heart in different ways. i love and am so deeply attached to both of them and i hope other people love them too but i am also laughing so evilly as i think about putting them out into the world

#it will be a WHILE until they're done i think but mwahahahaha i am so excited to be able to post them when they are #one is about being on the run #the other is about musicians in the 90s. #very different vibes but if either of them strike your fancy .... keep your eyes peeled #enjoltaire #exr #enjolras #grantaire #les amis #les mis #les miserables #les mis fic #les mis fanfic #exr fic #exr fanfic #enjoltaire fic #enjoltaire fanfic #enjoltaire fanfiction #my fics

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

@takemyhandexr

Happy ExR Big Bang!!! Have 20K of FWB shenanignans and morons failing to communicate, I hope you all enjoy

Gorgeous art by the amazing @mrsferocious ❤️

#take my hand exR 2022 #my writing #fanfic #enjoltaire fanfiction #exr fanfic #les mis fanfic #modern au #enjolras #grantaire

[ilovemybarricadebabies]

Tomorrow, Always and Forever

Read on Ao3!

Chapter 22/22, Words: 84,915, Rating: Explicit, Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use

Summary: MODERN CINDERELLA AU: Enjolras was only ten when his father remarried and he gained a stepfamily. Only for his father to die six months later, leaving Enjolras to grow up being tormented by his stepfamily. But despite having to do all the cooking and cleaning, Enjolras never let them break his spirit by holding onto his dream of becoming a writer and having a love story like his parents’.

One of those dreams he might just get when he catches the eye of the most popular boy in school: Grantaire.

Enjoy!!

#enjoltaire #exr #tomorrow always and forever #me myself and my writing #story cover #enjoltaire fanfic #enjoltaire fanfiction

[a-la-sante-du-progres]

Wheels chapter 3

Third chapter of my reincarnation AU fic is out.

I didn't post anything when I published chapter 2 because I was ashamed for the excessive time it passed between chapter 1 and 2 lol

For who needs a recap about what this is about, in this fic Enjolras dies in OFPD and wakes up in the same day in 2023. The story focuses on his reaction to 21st century, with lots of politics. E/R heavy with a role reversal, Enjolras realizes he's in love with Grantaire while dying, 2023!Grantaire' isn't willing to jump into his arms right away.

Wheels - Chapter 3 - Jane41258 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

#les miserables fanfiction #Wheels #Enjoltaire #Enjoltaire fanfiction #reincarnation au #Enjolras #Combeferre #Jean Valjean #Fantine #cosette fauchelevent #Enjolsette as siblings headcanon

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Les Miserables

Sample Size: 25,546 stories

Source: AO3

#enjolras #grantaire #cosette fauchelevent #marius pontmercy #jean valjean #javert #combeferre #courfeyrac #joly #bossuet #musichetta #jean prouvaire #eponine thenardier #bahorel #feuilly #les mierables #les mis #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician #enjoltaire #enjolras x grantaire #grantaire x enjolras

[immortalsapphics]

babe are you okay you look like you need to get a cup of tea and a longass gay fanfiction

#fanfiction #gay fanfiction #gay fanfic #fandom #enjoltaire #(hehe)

[sharkemojis]

tell people you're writing a novel and they're impressed. tell them you're writing a 85,000 word fanfiction centred around two male characters from a book written over a hundred years ago because its fun to imagine boys kissing and they'll tell you you're crazy. because of woke

#les miserables #les mis #enjoltaire #grantaire #enjolras #les amis #exr #courfeyrac #combeferre #courferre #fanfic #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writing #ao3 #ao3fic #wattpad

[shamedumpster]

I designed and hand bound It's Not the Same Anymore into a proper book!! It's been a long but rewarding process from start to finish, and I'm so happy to have a physical version now! :))

Thank you to @renegadepublishing for having so many good resources available for beginner bookbinders. Anyone else who'd like to try, start there!

(Bookbinding progress pics and a bunch of the chapter header images below the cut, for anyone who's curious!)

Bookbinding Process Pics:

Chapter Header Images:

#les mis #exr #enjoltaire #fanfiction #bookbinding #my-art #INtSA #putting my graphic design degree to use #I had to ask the people at office depot to print this book jacket #fanfic bookbinding

[autumnalmess]

PSA to my dedicated fans followers:

What?!😱 What's this?!🤔 The new chapter of Two Parallel Lines by Toastnmarmalade on AO3 is out?!?! Finally!!! What joy!! I shall write home to mama and let her know!!

I shall let her know that in this chapter they argue briefly and then panic over Jude Law in The Holiday. Enjolras has a minor crisis, Combeferre has a major crisis. Grantaire makes jokes and is generally a huge embarrassment.

Sorry for the delay, I had a mental breakdown x

#using shapes and colours to appeal to Tumblr users x #enjoltaire fanfiction #two parallel lines #les miserables #les mis #les misposting #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire #courfeyrac #combeferre #courferre #exr

[writtenbyme-c]

NEW FIC ALERT

The night before Ferre and Courf's wedding, Enjolras and Grantaire, having spent a year broken up, are having some difficulties staying away from each other.

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“What do you want, Enjolras?” Grantaire asked, unable to keep the tiredness out of his voice. He was wide awake now, but exhausted, nonetheless.

Enjolras took in a sharp breath. “Would it be an asshole move to say ‘you’?”

“Yes, but you are an asshole so at least it would be on-brand.”

Tagging some les mis peoples to get the word out, please do lmk if you want to be removed !!!

@shamedumpster @whourfeyrac @hannibalcaesarcharlemagne @kjack89 @cx-shhhh @combeferresglasses

#enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire fanfiction #les miserables fanfiction #les mis #les mierables #les amis de l'abc

[kjack89]

The Wikipedia Page

For the Hoeshold <3

E/R, modern AU, developing relationship, all shenanigans.

“Can you fucking believe this?” Enjolras said, incredulous, staring down at his phone.

Combeferre sighed the long-suffering sigh of a man who was about to enter into a conversation he knew he would deeply regret. “For the billionth time,” he said, with the patience of a saint, “when you’re looking at your phone, I can’t see what you’re looking at.”

Enjolras scowled and thrust his phone at Combeferre. “Here,” he said shortly. “Look at this shit.”

Combeferre glanced down at the phone, his brow furrowing. “It’s a Wikipedia page for – oh.”

Enjolras nodded grimly. “Yeah,” he said. “Exactly. Someone made a fucking Wikipedia page for me.”

“Of you, more like,” Combeferre murmured, scanning the page with an almost academic interest. “And not a very good one. Some facts are wrong.”

Enjolras’s scowl deepened and he yanked his phone back. “So now they’re just making up lies about me?” he seethed as he scanned the article. His own brow furrowed and he glanced up at Combeferre. “I don’t see anything inaccurate here.”

Combeferre frowned and took Enjolras’s phone back. “Well, for starters, it says you’ve been brought up on charges of domestic terrorism—“

“Which is true,” Enjolras interjected.

“You’ve been accused of domestic terrorism, but never indicted,” Combeferre corrected. “Thankfully for everyone involved, there’s a bit of a difference.”

Enjolras smirked. “You and the US Attorney’s office would probably disagree on that.”

“Secondly,” Combeferre continued, the long-suffering tone of regret back in his voice, “it says that you graduated from Harvard in 2016.”

Enjolras suddenly seemed unable to meet Combeferre’s eyes. “Oh,” he said. “Right.”

Combeferre’s eyes narrowed. “And of course,” he said, “you were kicked out of Harvard your senior year.” He paused before adding pointedly, “Right?”

“About that,” Enjolras started, and Combeferre gave him a look.

“You really lied about getting kicked out of Harvard?”

Enjolras’s face was roughly the same color as his usual hoodie. “I mean, I did get in trouble,” he mumbled, “and I wasn’t allowed to attend graduation.”

Combeferre rolled his eyes. “Because that’s even remotely the same thing.”

Enjolras’s flush deepened, and he quickly attempted to change the subject. “At least that narrows it down somewhat as to who created this asinine Wikipedia page,” he said, “since very few people know about Harvard.”

“Pretty sure it doesn’t take a genius to contact the alumni office and put two and two together,” Combeferre said dryly.

“But that would require someone to know my full legal name,” Enjolras countered. “And that list is even smaller.”

“Well, while you obsess over who put this page together, I’m going to be over here reconciling the fact that you’ve been lying to me for the past nine years,” Combeferre muttered.

Enjolras looked shame-faced before he paused, his own eyes narrowing. “Hang on,” he said. “You’ve done background checks on every single one of us, myself included, and this absolutely would’ve shown up.”

“So?”

“So what are you actually mad about, since you’ve known all along?” Enjolras didn’t even wait for Combeferre to answer. “You had a bet going for how long it would be before I came clean.”

He didn’t pitch it as a question, and Combeferre didn’t bother with a denial. “Yeah, and if you’d have held it together for another year, I’d’ve won,” he said sourly. “I took the over on a decade.”

“Do I even want to know how many of you were in on this bet?” Wisely, Combeferre stayed silent and Enjolras groaned and put his head in his hands. “Maybe no one will see it?” he said, a little desperately. “After all, our friends have lives, or at least better things to do than stalk Wikipedia.”

Combeferre made a small noise of dissent. “Has our conversation taught you nothing about underestimating our friends?”

Enjolras just sighed heavily. “Then maybe they’ll go gentle on me.”

“And now I think you’re overestimating our friends.”

— — — — —

By the time of the meeting that night, everyone had seen the Wikipedia page. And seemingly, it was all any of them could talk about.

“Can we all just agree,” Courfeyrac said, with actual tears of mirth running down his face, “that it was a stroke of absolute genius to title a section, ‘Personal Life’ and then leave it as ‘This section is being created, or is in the process of extensive expansion or major restructuring’?”

“Personally, I’m a huge fan of the blind quote they used in the section on his politics,” Bossuet said, grinning.

“Where Enjolras is described as, and I quote, ‘so far left that he’s basically circled back around to authoritarianism’?”

Joly sounded positively gleeful, and Bahorel guffawed loudly. “Isn’t that what that idiot wrote about Enjolras in The Epoch Times?”

“That’s how it made it on the page,” Jehan said helpfully. “There was a news story a few years back about an author who couldn’t get her Wikipedia page updated to reflect her divorce until she stated it in an interview.” Bahorel gave him a look of surprise and Jehan shrugged. “I did some amateur Wikipedia editing back in college.”

Enjolras sighed heavily, staring determinedly at the ceiling. “Can we please,” he said through clenched teeth, “talk about literally anything else?”

Naturally, everyone ignored him. 

“I really feel like we’re overlooking the best part,” Feuilly said. “Which, of course, is the bit where his personality is described as, quote, ‘has many red flags’.”

“The question, of course,” Combeferre interjected for the first time, “is if the page is referring to Enjolras’s collection of physical flags that are red, or his many charming personality traits that many could consider red flags.”

“Traitor,” Enjolras said through clenched teeth.

“I think the real question is whether someone—” Joly didn’t bother with subtlety as he nudged Grantaire while emphasizing the word ‘someone’. “—would consider the amount of red flags to be a red flag.”

Grantaire pretended to consider it. “I can only speak for myself, but I’d call it a beige flag.”

Enjolras ground his teeth together hard enough to make his dentist weep, glaring at Grantaire. “You’ve been awfully quiet until that little quip.” 

Grantaired leaned back in his seat in a somewhat self-satisfied way, raising his beer bottle in a mock toast. “There is such a thing as gilding the lily, and frankly, I’m not sure I could top this.”

“That has literally never stopped you before.”

Grantaire just winked at him, and Enjolras sighed. “Very well,” he said, resignedly, aiming for dignified and falling drastically short. “You all keep having fun at my expense, but if we’re not going to get any work done, I’m going home.”

He gathered his stuff in a huff and marched out with his head held high. At least, that’s what he told himself, though in reality, he probably looked more like a petulant child stomping away from the playground to take his ball and go home.

He had sulked his way about half a block away from the Musain when Grantaire called, “Hey, wait up.”

Enjolras glanced over his shoulder, scowling. “Come to mock me some more?”

“Arguably speaking, we’re all making fun of the Wikipedia page,” Grantaire reasoned as he fell into step next to Enjolras.

Enjolras’s scowl deepened. “Which is clearly making fun of me.”

Grantaire cleared his throat delicately. “If you’d like to count yourself amongst those who take offense to the truth…”

“Asshole,” Enjolras said, but for some reason, his foul mood was lifted, at least slightly.

Grantaire glanced sideways at him. “So, uh, dare I ask why, exactly, a Wikipedia page posting mostly accurate information about you has got a stick so far up your ass you can taste wood?”

Enjolras snorted. “Poetic.”

“I try,” Grantaire said. “But seriously, the reaction does seem a bit over the top. If it was Courf, sure, I’d expect this level of histrionics, but you’re normally a better sport about this sort of thing.”

“That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me,” Enjolras said mildly.

“Probably because I’m lying, you’re a notorious drama queen and frankly, I’m surprised that little detail didn’t make your Wikipedia page,” Grantaire said cheerfully, and Enjolras couldn’t quite stop his bark of surprised laughter. “That being said, clearly something about it is bothering you, and I figured buttering you up might help.”

Enjolras’s smile faded. “Honestly?” he said. “What I’m most upset about is that it’s about me, with barely a footnote about our work.”

“Right,” Grantaire said. He glanced at Enjolras again. “And naturally, that upsets you because…?”

“Because it’s not about me!” Enjolras burst, his frustration spilling over. “Because it’s never been about me. The whole point of quasi-anonymity is that anyone could be me. Anyone could step into this role and try to change the world.”

Grantaire let out a low whistle. “And you called me poetic,” he said. Enjolras didn’t smile and Grantaire nudged him gently with his elbow. “I think you’re forgetting that while you may have been aiming for anonymity, you’re still an incredibly recognizable figure who hasn’t exactly been camera-shy.”

“Sure, my face may be well known, but not my name, and certainly not my face and my name together,” Enjolras said hotly.

Grantaire was quiet for so long that Enjolras had to look over at him to make sure he was still there. Then, Grantaire shook his head. “The rare valid point,” he said, more to himself than Enjolras.

Enjolras just sighed. As much as he had planned on sulking for the rest of the night, he was finding it more and more difficult with each passing step, as if just venting about it had made it slightly better.

Or maybe that was more about who he’d been venting to.

“Anyway,” he said bracingly, “I’ll get over it, I just need to, you know, feel my feelings.”

“And you’re being very brave about it,” Grantaire assured him. 

Enjolras laughed again. “Well, you can head back to the Musain.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” Grantaire said solemnly. “You’re in a fragile state of mind. I better make sure you get home safely.”

Even though Enjolras rolled his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile, just slightly. “You’re missing out on some prime comedy.”

Grantaire winked at him. “You forget,” he said smugly, “I’ve got a phone with 5G and an entire walk to do a dramatic reading.”

Enjolras groaned. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to spend the rest of your walk worrying about.”

“Asshole,” Enjolras repeated, but he was laughing.

And besides, he suspected Grantaire wasn’t serious.

— — — — —

Over the next few weeks, things with Enjolras’s Wikipedia page took a turn – for the weird.

Despite Enjolras’s multiple attempts to get the page shut down, it continued on its merry way. And worse, it kept being added to by the same anonymous Wikipedia editor who had created it. But bizarrely, while it had originally been mostly accurate, it was quickly becoming flooded with complete bullshit.

Each new edit brought with it a different fabricated detail about Enjolras, some of which were close to the truth (“Enjolras came out publicly via instagram post in the lead-up to the Obergefell ruling” – Enjolras had come out publicly in the tenth grade via Facebook, or, if he was being truly specific, in 2nd Grade when Kaitlyn H. had tried to kiss him and Enjolras had screamed and hidden in the classroom closet), and some of which were just completely wrong (“He wrestled in high school as a heavyweight, weighing in at 250 pounds” and “Described as shorter than average (5’6”) with shoulder-length brown hair, police have been actively searching for Enjolras and his associates for almost a decade”).

Well, that last bit was true, but not so much the description.

Which, based on Enjolras’s now extensive knowledge of Wikipedia’s editing rules, was how whoever was editing his page was getting away with it: by linking to news sources that were also incorrect. For instance, his instagram post had been falsely called his coming out by The Advocate’s round up of notable activists. The story about wrestling was a hilarious mix-up of a picture of Enjolras from a riot with a caption about a high school wrestler in the local paper. 

And so on and so forth – each edit was painstaking in being both false and, somehow, verifiable. Which would have been brilliant if it hadn’t given away the entire game.

Because a few days later, one final falsehood was posted. 

And there was only one other person in the entire world who knew this one.

“Enjolras’s first brush with the law came in high school, when he was charged as a minor in possession of alcohol, but his father allegedly asked the local authorities to drop the charges,” Enjolras said without preamble, brushing past Grantaire into his apartment.

“Normally I’m really good at keeping up with your trains of thought,” Grantaire said mildly, closing the front door. “But I will need some additional context.”

“My MIP,” Enjolras said, glowering at Grantaire. “The one that I told you about in confidence because you had confided in me about your struggles with drugs and alcohol—”

“That’s a very polite way of putting it,” Grantaire said.

Enjolras ignored him. “The one that only you knew about. Somehow it ended up on my Wikipedia page.”

Grantaire looked a little bit like he wanted to bolt out the door he’d just closed. “Combeferre might have found it in your background check,” he said weakly.

“No, because the charges were dismissed, but not because of my father,” Enjolras said impatiently. “Which means the only person it could’ve been was you.”

Grantaire paled but didn’t try to deny it, and Enjolras took a deep breath before saying, “And which means the only question that I have is why.”

“It wasn’t supposed to go live,” Grantaire blurted.

“What?”

Grantaire worried his lower lip between his teeth. “The Wikipedia page. It wasn’t supposed to be published.”

Enjolras blinked. “So it was you.”

Even though he had known it, he hadn’t really reconciled himself with it until hearing it more or less confirmed. Grantaire nodded. “It started as a joke,” he said. “We’d had a fight, I don’t even remember what about, and you said my sources were one rung below Wikipedia. So I figured, y’know, I’d show you what Wikipedia’s sources are like.”

Enjolras opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Which was for the best, since Grantaire barreled onward. “I never actually intended on publishing it, but I clicked the wrong button and didn’t even notice until, well, you did. And at that point, putting the genie back in the bottle was pretty much out of the question.”

“But then—” Enjolras broke off, still struggling to put his thoughts into anything resembling coherence. Of the million questions he had, the only one he could manage was, “Why all the edits?”

Grantaire shrugged. “It occurred to me that I could at least use this accidental platform for some good.”

“And there’s some good in telling the whole world that I’m 5 foot 6, 250 pounds and have shoulder-length brown hair?” Enjolras said dryly.

“I mean…” Grantaire shrugged again. “I figured it may help the FBI in their search for you.”

He said it innocently, and Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “And why the hell would they believe that description?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Grantaire said, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “After all, it’s on Wikipedia.”

Enjolras couldn’t quite stop his own smile as realization hit. “You laid quite the convincing trail of inaccuracies for them.”

Grantaire ducked his head. “Well,” he said, “never let it be said I did nothing for the Cause.”

“For the Cause?”

Grantaire met his eyes, his smile crooked. “For the only cause I believe in, anyway.”

There were a great number of things that Enjolras could say to that, but there was only one thing he wanted to do.

And so he did, closing the space between him and Grantaire, reaching out to tip Grantaire’s chin just slightly upward to kiss him. Grantaire’s hand closed in his shirt, pulling him even closer as his mouth opened against Enjolras’s with a sigh.

Suddenly, Grantaire laughed, his lips curving into a grin against Enjolras’s. “Who knew a fucking Wikipedia page was all it would take,” he said, with something like wonder.

“Please,” Enjolras murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “If you’d’ve tried this even six months ago, I would’ve just kicked your ass.”

“So what’s changed?”

So much more than Enjolras could ever articulate, the least of which was that he finally had tangible evidence of just how dedicated Grantaire could be – when it was something he cared about, at least.

But he settled for saying, after kissing Grantaire’s once more, “My height and weight, apparently.”

Grantaire laughed. “Yeah,” he said, “I suppose there is that.”

“By the way?”

“Yeah?” Grantaire said, his voice barely a whisper.

“If I see anything about this on Wikipedia, I really will kick your ass.”

Grantaire just laughed again. “Deal.”

— — — — —

The next day, there was a single addition to the Wikipedia page:

Spouse: Patria (m. 2023)

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[moonywings]

anyone got any les misérables fics with Joly & Grantaire friendship??? i feel like R needs so much therapy and talking about his depression and drinking issues with his friend could be so so helpful

additionnally, if you got enjoltaire hurt-comfort i'm taking it too i need to heal from canon

also good valvert recommendations...i think they're gay bye

#les mis #les miserables #joly #grantaire #enjolras #enjoltaire #jean valjean #javert #valvert #fanfiction recommendation