Enjolras Would Definitely Find Out He Has A Crush On Grantaire In The Middle Of Passionate Rant. “He

enjoltaire fic idea

(ik it’s wrong, it’s just a first draft)

enjolras starts out as political activist in the same way that lindsay bluth is from, “arrested development.” until he meets his first love, who shows him true faith & passion. eventually their relationship ends somehow, (i haven’t figured it out yet, but i’m thinking something tragic.)

then flash forward to a few months, or years into the les amis. he knows about grantaire’s feelings, & grantaire is doing that’s thing, that for some reason, guys do in tv shows where he’s trying to convince the girl, (well in this case the guy, but u all know what i mean,) to fall for him, & it kinda works after a little while. but enjorlas is confused by his attraction to grantaire, because he’s so different from the guys he’s dated before. he even feels ashamed that he could ever fall for someone like grantaire.

then he, “realizes,” that he must do the same thing to grantaire that his first lover had done to him. r thinks of it as just some playful banter, & their relationship evolves into something more serious.

r takes enjorlas to go stargazing one night, upon a beautiful hill covered with hyacinths. grantaire throws down a blanket right by a laurel tree. they look towards the stars. enjorlas’ pale golden ringlets lay within correspondence of one another, upon grantaire’s chest. r plays w/ each curls whilst expressing his adoring love for this beam of warmth & light, composed of a flaming crimson. finally resting his powers upon a cynic’s heart. not even truly saying the phrase, for it had felt almost as another breath. something he hadn’t the need to think about, something that was just done, “i love you, enjolras.” that’s how you knew if he was serious, if grantaire ever used the name engolras, which was infact an absurdly rare occasion. as brown met blue, with the slight upwards tilt of thou’s blonde head, the secrets in which it had been keeping began to spring out. “as do i for you.” although the cynic was poor, he had felt the power of all the king’s riches in his possession; once having seen that slight, yet enriching smile spread across a prophet’s face. “even though your progress aa been stunted due to your cynicism. i am willing help as we claw our way through, & i am extatic for the end result”

“my progress?”

“why yes, you’re progress.”

“enjorlas, what do you mean by my progress?!” enj could have sworn he had seen the flowers wilt, & the tree branches shake, as result of grantaire’s anger. “well, i thought i could help with create an exponential growth in your faith, your faith of the cause.” you could see the sense of betrayal consume r’s eyes, “i-i should’ve known,” that same betrayal had spread, creating a ripple through his voice, “i knew this was all too good to be true!” “how could i have let myself believe that you would ever truly be attracted to me?”

“no r, it’s not like that!”

“what then? what was this some beauty & the beast stalkholme syndrome bull crap? you know, you can leave the flat whenever you’d like! no one is keeping you there! you’re the one who insists on staying put to work on the cause, not me, not combferre, not couferyac, just you!”

“taire, you don’t understand!”

“i’m not your test subject, enjorlas! i’m not your next project!”

“r, you where born broken, & you don’t know how to work fixed. i just want to help you, & show you.”

“broken?” enjorlas had realized what he had done. his eyes widened with shock, as a result of his actions. “no no, not like that,” he started to stumble, “y-you know what i mean.”

“oh ya, i know exactly what you mean. oh & by the way, dr. enjorlas. you made an error in your last report,” “the patient’s faith did in-fact increase, it just wasn’t for the cause. it was for you.”

a late halloween post with the gang on their way to see rocky horror picture show 🎃 🍬

Giant Enjolras/Grantaire Playlist

This is a collection of songs that remind me of this pairing. Fair warning that involves canon and modern aus, fluff and angst, and difference in point of view (though most are from R’s pov). Not to mention one or two are in here just for the meme. 

This playlist is always growing and involves additions from many I’ve seen, so recommendations are welcome! No particular order or organization sorry

Barricade - Stars

Paris - Chainsmokers

Bloodsport ‘15 - Raleigh Ritchie

Take Me To The Riot - Stars

Drinking From An Empty Glass - Vesperteen

Bloody Shirt - To Kill A King

Revolution - The Score

Can’t Stand Me Now - The Libertines

Dust & Gold - Arrows to Athens

Paris Is Burning - St. Vincent

Revolution (feat. First Aid Kit) - Van William

Sorry (Acoustic) - Nothing But Thieves

Wonder - Lauren Aquilina

Hey Now - Augustina

Soldier’s Daughter - Jhameel

Eyes Shut - Years & Years 

Revolution - MisterWives (just very E)

War Of Hearts (Acoustic Version) - Ruelle

Youth - Daughter

Not In That Way - Tufts Beelzebubs (R’s angsty pov obvi)

Adore - Amy Shark (same as above)

How’m I Supposed To Die - Civil Twilight 

Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur

She Will Stay Beneath The Moon - Adam Barnes (reincarnation au just ignore pronouns)

Dangerous Night - Thirty Seconds To Mars

Set Down Your Glass - Snow Patrol

Till Death - Barcelona 

Higher Love - Prides

No One Would Riot For Less - Bright Eyes

Glory and Gore - Lorde

Hold My Hand - The Fray

Hanging By A Moment - Lifehouse

Revolution Radio - Green Day

Say It, Just Say It - The Mowgli’s

Kings and Queens - Thirty Seconds To Mars

Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

Jealous - Labrinth (pining boys) 

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room - John Mayer

Atlas: Touch - Sleeping At Last

Til Kingdom Come - Coldplay

C’est La Mort - The Civil Wars

I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie (blame G. Blagden)

Need The Sun To Break - James Bay

In The End - Snow Patrol

Greek Tragedy (Bastille Remix) - The Wombats

I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles (you get it, right?)

Resistance - Muse

Icarus - Bastille

Believer - Imagine Dragons

White Flag - Bishop Briggs (more just enj)

believe it or not this is only like half my actual playlist

😳🥺

This is from All the Fruitless Searches by gleesquid

I like all in that fanfic, but this scene has a special spot in my heart.

road trip or a long drive home or something like that! 

this is among the most difficult drawings i’ve done i think, but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out

Batboys as your sugar daddy

What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋

“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.

With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.

He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.

“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.

When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw. 

There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”

Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.

“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.

“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.

His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”

You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.

But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”

“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”

“Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”

JASON TODD 💋

Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”

You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”

“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.

In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”

You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.

“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”

When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?

TIM DRAKE 💋

“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done. 

Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”

She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.

“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.

So when you get back to your car, you call him.

“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.

“Tim—”

“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”

“Tim—”

“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”

🔖: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05

Hi, new DC fan here and there’s so much romantic and sexual tension between Dick and Wally that I was really surprised to find out they aren’t canon. Like really?

i don’t take criticism but i do take tips

Forever thinking about jealous Jason. Forever thinking about him pulling you into the bathroom at a Gala to remind you that you are his. His to touch. His to taste. His to fuck. No one else's. Only his.

Been a while! Love ya! You're amazing!

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ik i am going THROUGH it rn 😭 I miss y'all sm

also this isn't exactly what you asked for but we're rolling with it

You had never met the man talking to you before in your life, but from the way he was speaking, everyone would assume you were together.

"You really cleaned up for this event. I mean seriously you look stunning. The things I want to do to you right now."

He has a an overconfident smile on his face as you try to subtly find a way out.

That is until Jason stomps over in his leather jacket (at a gala which had Bruce making a face. It made Jason laugh.)

"Back off right now." Jason's face would make a smart man run.

But a smart man would have backed off the first time you tried to get him to leave you alone. A smart man would have noticed the initial you wear on your neck. A smart man would not have the overconfidence he has in talking to someone clearly disinterested.

You feel Jason's hand snake around your back and wince when the man opens his mouth again.

"Clearly the whore wants me."

You see Jason's eyes flash green and you lightly grab his arm to stop him from doing anything in front of hundreds of watchful eyes.

"Jay." Your voice lilts in what would come off to Jason as a warning tone.

He smiles at you and then at the man, like a predator that just founds its prey. You can tell there's something in Jason's gaze that scares the man.

"What did you just say?"

His eyes look panicked. "Nothing!"

Jason laughs but it doesn’t sound right. "Leave. Now. If you come back you will regret it."

The man doesn’t respond, but skitters off and out the doors. Jason doesn’t stop staring in the direction, as if he could still see the man. You smile.

"Jealousy isn't a good color on you, Jay."

He finally turns his gaze towards you and it softens.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Actually, you're right," you sigh, "You always look good."

He laughs at you and this time it's a real laugh. "I could say the same about you. But I must say, you look gorgeous in my color."

His hands don’t leave your waist for the rest of the night... except for when they inevitably trail lower.

enjorlas w/ nice pristine red doc martens

grantaire w/ worn in, scruffed up, black doc martens