Anonymous asked: heyyyyy, i would love an exr au where one of them has to teach the other how to dance and it's so frustrating because "he won't fucking cooperate" and there's the deal with sexual tension so one of them just snaps and. . . i'll let you decide their fate ;)))) (love your work btw)

Heeeeeeey, sorry this took a little while, life…is happening to me.  But! Abuse of the fact that Grantaire is canonically a dancer!  Sexual tension!  Here we go!

“One-two-three, one-two-three, that’s-my-foot, one-two-three, one-two—Enjolras!” Grantaire huffed, doing an awkward sort of two-step to back up without releasing his grip on his partner’s hand and waist.  “There are actually nerve endings in my toes, do you mind?”

“I’m trying, you’re not telling me what to do!”  Enjolras scowled down at the floor, brow furrowed as he tried to place his feet, and tugged his hand out of Grantaire’s.  Grantaire released him without a fight, dropping his hand from Enjolras’ hip and immediately missing the warmth.

“It’s a waltz, not brain surgery,” Grantaire said.  “I told you what to do when we started.  There are literally three steps to this dance.”  Enjolras stopped, his frown deepening until it seemed etched into his face, and Grantaire sighed.  “Come here, we can try again,” he said, holding out his hand again.  “Your hand on my shoulder, the other like this,” he coached, pulling Enjolras in again.  “Come on, Apollo,” he said with an attempt at an encouraging smile, “weren’t you valedictorian in high school?  You can do a waltz.”

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Anonymous asked: oooh I'd love to hear some headcanons about your avatar au!!

HOW COINCIDENTAL, BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO SHARE SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT MY AVATAR AU.  For anyone who isn’t aware, these are for my Les Mis Avatar AU, things we lost in the fire, in which Grantaire is the Avatar and the Fire Nation is…well, the Fire Nation.

  • Joly and Bousset’s departure from the North Pole was, um…dramatic?  There was a bit of a storm, which ended with a non-bender getting part of an ice structure dropped on him, and of course Joly is Joly and he healed him without thinking twice.  Having been outed as a man learning healing in secret, he was given the option to turn his (not inconsiderable) talents to a more acceptable method or leave.  He took the second option after Bousset settled down to a really good tirade and spent an hour haranguing the elders.
  • Gavroche had a group of kids in this universe too, for a little while, street rats he took care of and taught to steal and tried to get set up with enough money to be well-fed and not street rats anymore.  Eponine and her brutal efficiency helped with that, once she found him again–they robbed a passing Fire Nation noble and took every scrap of gold and jewelry on him, and there was a sudden increase in the average age of the homeless in their town.  They make a habit of it, and keep it under Thenardier’s radar.  For a while.
  • Cosette’s ship is called the Rose, and no, I’m not telling you who she is, it’s a surprise.  But her ship is called the Rose, and if you know the book well enough to get the reference it’ll tell you something about what kind of ship it is.
  • There have been three Avatars since the start of the war, since Avatar Roku died at the hands of the old Fire Lord (not that Grantaire is aware of this detail).
    • Roku’s immediate successor was a young monk from the Southern Air Temple, a birdlike and intelligent boy with a tight bond to his companion, a flying bison.  He was told that he was the Avatar at eleven, and when the elders of the Temple suggested that they remove him from the care of his mentor, he fled into a storm.
      • In another universe, the Avatar state saved him, and he woke up a hundred years in the future.  In this one, he drowned.  It’s a tragedy, one the Air Nomads linger over, but they survive to linger.  In the other universe, they do not.
    • The Avatar after the child who drowned was a waterbender from the South Pole.  They didn’t tell her nearly so young–they had learned from the death of the Air Nomad Avatar.  But they didn’t tell her nearly young enough, either, and when the Fire Navy struck, she died, sixteen and scared and fighting for her family.
      • In another universe, she brought back the Air Nomads.  In this one, it’s not necessary.  That’s almost like a victory, isn’t it?
  • Grantaire hasn’t spoken to any of his past lives in almost a decade, except for the occasional desperate draw on their power and skill.  It’s bad enough to be a disappointment to an entire world of living people, okay, he doesn’t need to face down Roku and Kyoshi and the line of glowing eyes. 
    • Every once in a while he wishes he could talk to them, get some advice, maybe a reassurance that he hasn’t completely fucked up, but he can’t face the possibility that they would say he has.
    • The Spirit World is a tense place these days, Avatar incarnations milling about and waiting for their newest member to let them through.  Roku is drowning in the knowledge that he died and left this mess behind, and there are more than a few Avatars (including the Air Nomad) who just want to give Grantaire a damn hug.
  • Bonus sixth headcanon: Bahorel is a very bad Air Nomad and a very good airbender.  It’s the pacifism thing that he can’t get past, he believes in fighting for what he believes.  You may draw your conclusions accordingly.

It only took me two goddamn weeks, God help me, but here it is.

ghostdog401 asked: If you're still looking for fic prompts what about e/R and a secretly royalty AU? Or just anything with a fairytale type feel?

Okay I see what you’re saying there but WHAT IF WE DID BOTH???  This got so long, I’m sorry, I got overexcited about fairy tales and I wrote 5K in like a day.  (No for real this is almost 5000 words, Jesus, self, what are you doing.)

Enjolras is a wished-for child, and he’s told as much every day by his mother, who bought his life with a few drops of blood on white silk in a gold embroidery hoop.  From the minute he learns to talk, he’s as fair as the sun and as sharp as her needle, and his country adores their young prince with their whole heart.  His mother Queen Lamarque is a good ruler and her Prince Consort is nice enough so all is well, and Enjolras grows up believing passionately in the rights of the people.  His tutors despair of him as a monarch but are delighted with him as a politician—it’s very strange for everyone.

And then the Queen dies, and everything goes to pieces, because the dowager Prince Regent isn’t a ruler by nature and Enjolras is still too damned young to take her place and it’s all quite a mess.  Vital government services are falling through, taxes are going uncollected or over-collected, the generals of the army are making warning noises about neighboring countries taking advantage of their weakened state, and everything is teetering on the edge of chaos.

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lathori asked: ExR for the ship And the AU is from a post you previously reblogged: "Everybody in the world has a superpower that compliments their soulmates superpower. When together, both their powers increase in strength exponentially. You have the most useless power ever, when one day……" Go forth and write me more ExR

Everyone look at how awesome my platonic soul mate is, she sends me fun prompts when I’m bored.  My concept of ‘complementary’ powers might be a little weird but whatever!  We’re going with it.  To the shock of no one, this got out of hand.

  • Grantaire has the most useless power ever.  Ever. He’s confirmed this with everyone he knows.  
  • It’s not nifty as hell, like Eponine’s talent for making tiny storms between her palms—if she ever meets her soulmate, that’s going to be awesome.  It’s not even one of those powers that seems useless or trivial in the moment but will obviously turn into something amazing when the person meets their soulmate. Like Joly, for example.  The ability to cure headaches and hangovers? Not very impressive, although eminently useful.  Flash forward, enter Bousset and Musichetta and one skin-to-skin touch, and boom, one fully-fledged healer, on a silver platter.  
  • And then there’s Grantaire.  Who can make pictures move.  As long as he’s the one holding the pen.  What the hell is that?

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I’m having a contest with myself about which fic will make someone cry first.

  • Grantaire: *delivers 1,308 words of classical, historical, and art references, all neatly wrapped up with pertinent quotes and liberally sprinkled with clever if sometimes unfortunate puns*
  • Grantaire: It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing.

Part the second, in which Eponine never learned to take no for an answer, and Grantaire is very put-upon.

darkphoenext:

guys, you know how in the brick grantaire falls at enjolras’s feet?

grantaire is standing next to him; they’re facing the guns, though enjolras, at the moment the report resounds, has his face turned to grantaire and is smiling.

grantaire would have to fall across and in front of enjolras to be ‘at his feet.’

when someone is shot, they either go straight down, fall straight forwards, or straight to the side. enjolras himself is pinned to the wall, after all.

guys

guys

i think grantaire may have made one last desperate effort to save enjolras’s life, even subconsciously, by falling across him instead, trying to block the bullets.

i think that might be what hugo was going for.

shit tits fuck my life with a chainsaw.

(Source: bigenderalexsummers, via enjolrarses)

I should have done work today.

Instead I wrote about the Angry Wild Street Wife.