"Make yourself at home," Enjolras drawls. [+1»]
Inspired from tell-themstories' lovely fic where R brings E lunch, corrects his notes, and <3s at him; E is too worked up to notice as usual. I read to break artblock, so ;;;
Doctor Who Meme: → [3/4] Brotps
↳ “Oh, your dad’s still kicking up a fuss.” "Yeah? Well, I’d be proud if I was."
marius is on his deathbed when he hears it.
That is distinctly Enjolras’s exasperated sigh. It’s been directed at him enough times that he knows it well. “Marius, you’re late.”
"What’s wrong today?" Asks Combeferre.
Courfeyrac laughs, “You look as if you’ve seen a…
Grantaire’s breath flees his lips in a sigh for the umpteenth time that morning. “How many times do I have to tell you? Shoulders relaxed, chin up, back straight.”
Enjolras’ face is fashioning an impeccable scowl. “I’m doing all of those things!” he grits through jaws barely withheld from clenching.
Grantaire huffs out a disbelieving laugh, both hands moving up to firmly knead at his dance partner’s shoulders, effectively slackening their taut state. Swift fingers flick up to reposition Enjolras’ chin, while the other hand slides down to promptly use a handful of backside as a lever for yanking Enjolras upright against him.
Grantaire’s gaze remains trained directly into the taller man’s eyes, one eyebrow arched wickedly all the while. Enjolras will deny he produces any such sound resembling a squeak.
Haha the domestic AU-shtick is getting lame I guess.
But it’s just so calming to produce so here we go again.