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in what universe do i deserve you?

in what universe do i deserve you?


these are girls made of fire, living in ice

these are girls made of fire, living in ice


i miss you. i’m coping.

i miss you. i’m coping.


godspot

godspot


touch touch touch

touch touch touch

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courfeyclause:

kazinskys:

oh god an e/r au where grantaire is an author and the forewords and afterwords of all his books are love letters to a beautiful blonde boy his readers would kill to know the name of 

oooh and he writes in a genre that enjolras is absolutely certain not to read so as to avoid any awkward questions

but then joly and bossuet are sick of the unresolved romantic tension and they basically just shove grantaire’s latest published manuscript in his face one evening when grantaire’s at a signing (because fuck yeah, he does signings, he’s successful enough in that way) and refuse to let him leave before he’s at least read the foreword.

wait wait wait

enjolras does read the novels, he’s read all of them, he’s read every novel grantaire’s ever published and he has a copy of all of them hidden in his desk

(combeferre and courfeyrac know about the books. they both thinks it’s sweet and wish they could tell grantaire, but they don’t.)

grantaire doesn’t know and thinks enjolras doesn’t care and doesn’t read them, but enjolras does - he doesn’t know who the blonde man is that grantaire is so in love with, though

when it hurts too much to be in love with a writer in love with someone else, he reads the forewards and afterwards and runs his hands over the letters and pretends that maybe he’s not the man that those words were dedicated to but maybe he could become that man so grantaire would love him back