Knowing his godfather will not approve of skipping class to see The Bent-Winged Snitches, Teddy Lupin calls for some spiritual intervention.
"You should cut your hair, Nico."
Future!AU in which Nico is Percy’s roommate/sort-of-brother and gets a bit of his colour and old health back because he’s actually spending time with the living.
My only excuse is that I want them to hang out and lead happy lives…………
6 and 16 for exr?:)
exR | fights, angst, 430~ words | prompt: gentle peck
"Stay," Grantaire says. Pleads.
"No," says Enjolras, yanking his red jacket on. "That would – I’d have –" His sleeves stick, just like his words in his throat, and Enjolras pauses to take a deep breath. His jacket slips on the rest of the way. "I’m angry at you, Grantaire."
"I know," says Grantaire, his voice small. He looks miserable, defeated, guilty and that’s exactly why Enjolras can’t bear to look at him for longer than seconds at a time. He’ll crack and forgive Grantaire, and he can’t do that, not yet, because he’s right. Giving in would be like admitting he’s wrong. And if Enjolras is wrong, then what the hell are they fighting for?
Enjolras grabs his stuff, weaving all over the flat – his papers from the table, his phone from where it’s slipped down one of the armchair cushions, his bag from Grantaire’s bedroom. “You get it, I know you do. I have to – I have to be angry, Grantaire. I have to. I need to just be – alone with myself and my anger, I need to be able to stew in it for a bit.” He sounds ridiculous, he knows he does, and he could likely be more eloquent with it but words are card to come by right now.
"Will you come back?"
Enjolras stops in his tracks on his way back from Grantaire’s room. Grantaire’s still standing on the other side of the coffee table, his arms around himself. The question floors him. “What? Of course I am – what the hell, Grantaire.” He stares at Grantaire, who fidgets and looks as if there was no ‘of course’ in his mind.
Flinging the strap of his bag over one shoulder and ignoring the way it bounces on his hip, Enjolras flounders over to Grantaire. He wants to shake him; he thinks Enjolras is letting him go that easily? He honestly believes that Enjolras could do that? “Yes, god, yes I’m coming back. I’m angry, I need time, it wasn’t –” Enjolras raises his hands to the ceiling and snarls at it. “Aaarrrrgh!”
Grantaire looks terrified.
"Shit." Enjolras laughs, brokenly, and fists his hands in Grantaire’s shirt, jerking him forwards. "Yes. Yes, I’m coming back. I love you. I just – I just need to go be angry and wallow and then I’ll get over it. And I’ll come back. Okay?"
"Okay," says Grantaire in almost a whisper, relief making his face sag.
And because Enjolras really does love him, and because Enjolras really is absolutely fucking furious, he leans forward, and presses the tiniest of soft kisses to Grantaire’s trembling lips. And then he storms out.
enjolras and grantaire go on a vacation together for the first time and courfeyrac demands photos almost every hour so finally even enjolras caves in and he sends him a photo of them smiling shyly in front of some touristic place and then five seconds later courfeyrac's phone vibrates again and it's a photo of enjolras and grantaire wearing ridiculous sunglasses and making faces at the camera sent by grantaire with the caption "TELL ENJOLRAS AND YOU DIE"
Other photos Grantaire sneakily sends Courfeyrac include one of Enjolras dozing off on Grantaire’s shoulder, one of Grantaire pressing his lips to Enjolras’ red cheeks, one where Grantaire is standing in front of one tourist attraction or another with Enjolras on his back because Enjolras had gotten tired and cranky and asked for a piggyback, one of Enjolras pouting at the camera, one of Enjolras scowling at his (non-fair trade) coffee, one of Enjolras curled up in bed fast asleep in Grantaire’s favourite green hoodie, and oops one accidental dick pic (OH MY GOD COURF DON’T OPEN THAT LAST PHOTO I SENT YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T OPEN IT).
I’m just one kid.
Zutara Week 2014 | day one; Melancholy
I slapped these colours on so quickly. Had to finish before I leave for the snow. I’m away from my tablet for the rest of the week but I’m going to try and upload some stuff from my sketchbook for other days. V obvs visual references to tSR here.