"Yet here and now, you felt that you, too, had a marble heart which he had cracked with a single blow. And maybe, just maybe, you were cracking his as well."
HAPPY one-shots/imagines/fanfics with your favorite barricade boy :)
Meant to make you smil...
It was your first Halloween at Paris University, and the college was throwing their annual Halloween masquerade. It was being brought up a lot at this week's meeting of Les Amis de L'ABC. Courfeyrac and Grantaire wouldn't stop telling you how amazing the party was last year.
Courfeyrac had won the costume contest last year, and was plotting to improve his track record. Grantaire was looking forward to hogging the snacks.
Enjolras remained quiet, and you wondered why. You waited until he bade Combeferre good-night and it was just the two of you.
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"Hey."
"(Y/N)," he spoke quietly.
"You've been unusually quiet! I wanted to ask...would you like to go to the Halloween masquerade with me?"
"I - I don't think so. Not only do I have to study for the midterm and write my essay, I now have the speech to work on."
"That's ok, Enjolras. I'll plan to stay in with you. We'll still have a fun time together! I can bring cider."
He stopped, sighed, and slumped his shoulders a little. "(Y/N), I don't want you missing out on your first Halloween. Please, I beg, do not let me ruin your plans. Courfeyrac and the rest will be mighty upset."
You thought for a minute. "Wait, I've got it! I'll do both. I'll go to the party for the first two hours, then we can have study time and I can bring back some limited-edition Halloween sweets. Grantaire has told me all about the pumpkin spice cookies."
Enjolras smiled softly and ran a hand through his curls. "I apologize, I did not go last year either. I don't...like parties very much."
"And that's ok," you said, squeezing his hand. "We'll have fun. Will you help me find a mask tomorrow? Courfeyrac thinks he'll win, but in truth, he's going down."
Enjolras gave a quiet laugh. "Of course."
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The shop windows of Paris were lined with the finest masquerade supply you could imagine! You and Enjolras both hated shopping, but even you had to stop for a moment and gaze in awe at the various shapes and colors of the beautiful masks.
Your head was lost in daydreams of winning the costume contest, and you suddenly bumped straight into Enjolras.
"ACK! Sorry," you giggled, but he was quiet.
"Look, (Y/N)," he pointed, and there it was - the perfect mask.
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