Fem!joltaire. I seem to have the urge to femme a slash ship when I discover one I like. I just really like lesbians tbh.
Anyway, have some Fem!joltaire fluff. Les Mis is not mine, the characters are not mine, etc etc etc.
As she lay alone in bed that night, Enjolras realised just how much she regretted her harsh words. It was bitterly cold, as it was most nights, and made colder by the loneliness. Her cynic was refusing to come to bed after a fight, during which Enjolras had criticised her drinking habits. "Needed saying," she muttered to herself, but glanced over at guilt at the empty half of the bed in which no one ever slept - Grantaire always curling up with Enjolras on her side.
She wondered how long Grantaire would stay angry with her. A while, she presumed. It must have been three hours since the fight, and Enjolras had been lying in bed waiting for her for at least half an hour. I hope she doesn't do anything stupid, she thought. She wondered if she should check up on Grantaire, but thought better of it.
I wish she'd hurry up and stop being mad at me. Despite designated sides of the bed (Enjolras's the left, Grantaire's the right), the apartment was cold at night, and Grantaire would always shuffle close to her lover and pull her arms around her, leaving her side of the bed completely empty. The bed felt empty without her, and Enjolras felt neglected. She sighed and shivered. "R?" No response. She decided she should probably apologise to Grantaire, reluctantly threw the covers off (they weren't doing much to warm her up anyway) and forced herself out of bed. "R?"
She tiptoed, barefoot and in her nightgown, to the kitchen of the little flat where Grantaire was sat hunched over the table with a drink in her hand. "Grantaire?" The brunette looked up at huffed loudly.
"What do you want?" she muttered. Enjolras sat beside her and prised the drink from her grasp.
"Come on, love, come to bed." Grantaire did not respond, but allowed her to take the drink from her. Enjolras leaned in and put her arms around Grantaire's waist. "Please?"
Grantaire seemed to ignore her until Enjolras kissed her gently. She started to deepen the kiss, but pulled away.
"R?" Enjolras studied her face, her own looking somewhat like a kicked puppy. "Grantaire, look, I'm really sorry for what I said. I just - your habits just worry me sometimes, that's all. 'Taire?"
"I'm not a child, I don't need you to worry about me all the time."
"How can you expect me not to care?" Enjolras rested her head against Grantaire's shoulder, and Grantaire put her arms around Enjolras. "You don't realise how important you are to me half the time, do you?"
"Yeah, but I mean, you're in the middle of leading a revolution. I'm just here to keep you warm at night, y'know?"
"R!"
"I don't mind, really. It's just-"
"Grantaire, I love you. I can't believe you don't know that, I love you so much." Enjolras kissed Grantaire and then buried her face in her neck. Grantaire gently stroked her blonde hair, soothing her.
"I love you too," she whispered. She let Enjolras relax into her for a while longer before taking the blonde by the hand. "Come on," she said. "I think it's time we got some sleep."
Enjolras allowed Grantaire to lead her into the bedroom and curled up in the covers. Grantaire got in beside her and pulled her arms around her. Enjolras lay her head on Grantaire's chest, breathing in her lover's scent, comforted by her warmth.
"Love you," she whispered sleepily
"I love you too," Grantaire answered. She kissed Enjolras and the two fell asleep comfortably in one another's arms.