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  1. Rec 10

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    “Enjolras?” Grantaire says. “Are you with me?”

    “I’m with you,” Enjolras says, because he doesn’t know what the hell is going on, but he knows that.

    Grantaire makes a strange sound, somewhere between a laugh and a choked sob.

    “Of course you are,” he says. “God, Apollo. It’s so fucking good to hear your voice. I mean, it would be good to hear fucking anyone’s voice right now, but-” That, strange, choked laugh again. “Of course it’s you.”

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    13 Oct 2025

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    !!!!!! Excited for more >:-]!!!!!!

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    “Don’t you see why we have to keep fighting? Now more than ever? They took your twitter account from you, Grantaire!”
    The thing about Enjolras is that he truly sounds like this is an outrage instead of the logical reaction their PR team chose in the face of his feeble attempt at generating dissent.

    a.k.a. How Enjolras singlehandedly tries to end prejudice, as told by various Newspapers and Grantaire

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    02 Oct 2025

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    TheFelixCourfeyrac: Accurate af. – 1023 Upvotes

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    "You don’t look convinced," says Enjolras.

    "I can’t see this restaurant going vegan. We’re in France."

    "Two percent of France’s population avoids animal products to some extent," Enjolras crosses his arms. "They’re a valuable target group."

    "And yet," Grantaire wags a finger at Enjolras, "It strikes me that 98 percent is the bigger number."

    a.k.a. Enjolras and Grantaire meet, clash & do some other stuff with food along the way

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    02 Oct 2025

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    here he looks at a guy so large and muscular he almost needs two chairs to sit in. Said guy, dubbed Big Kahuna for his wind-tousled hair and the intimidating cut that slashes one of his thick eyebrows in half, is also the loudest.
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    ("So these guys are like, woke ‘n shit," had said Gavroche while pulling a stool loudly across the kitchen to peer over Grantaire’s shoulder, studiously depositing a coin in the swear jar when Grantaire clucked his tongue.)
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    currently being poked in the side by Bald Babe’s elbow, who waggles his brows as if he just made a terrible joke, to Golden God’s consternation.
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    "Looks like we don’t have to stop at a meadow on the way home to let you graze," says Big Kahuna, to which he gets an elbow in the side from Flower Power and a reproving look from Ginger Dream. "I was kidding," says Big Kahuna, rubbing his upper arm with a pout, "You know my girl is vegan and I support that shit wholeheartedly. It makes her taste good and it saves the planet."
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    "Bahorel is seeing his non-existent girlfriend again," gasps Courfeyrac, "Quick, Joly, do something."

    Joly, previously identified by his staff-chosen moniker of Harried Heartthrob, shakes his head, gravely: "Hallucinations aren’t a joke, you guys.
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    It might be Gav or ‘Azel ("Because I’ve got hazel eyes, you guys, really clever," Azelma had rolled said hazel eyes when Grantaire and Éponine came up with that over the breakfast table
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    “You never bring me any food, R,” Courfeyrac sidles up to him, hugging him from behind, laying it on thick. “Why does Enj get special treatment and I don’t? I’m a very special boy.”
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    Grantaire tries not to feel betrayed that Congress abandons the opportunity to play in order to sniff at Enjolras and bump him with his head. Enjolras offers the cat his hand to bump against some more, and Congress begins to purr deep in his belly. Enjolras presses a kiss to Congress' head and Grantaire stares. Such is life.
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    "Swear jar, Gav," Grantaire jerks his thumb in the direction of the object, "And I know you know his name."

    "Sorry," Gavroche feigns being contrite. Grantaire sees right through it. "Pass the sugar please, Dad number two."

    Éponine spits out her coffee, Azelma grins. Enjolras blushes. Grantaire is wholly mortified.

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    Secret engagements and ballroom flirtations in Regency England.
    Can be read in any order.

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  5. Rec 54

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    Grantaire may have picked the wrong pocket to pick.

    Or, he may have not.

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    01 Oct 2025

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    Weirdest foreplay from these two 😔🤙🤙