A/N: Hey, people, I have returned. God, it's been about two months since I have posted anything. I was actually looking through old fics looking for inspiration when I found this draft I wrote months ago. After re-reading it, I was like; why the hell did I never post this?
Anyway, this is loosely based off of the Christian the Lion video (if you've never heard of it, look it up on youtube.) I do not own either the video nor Les Miserables.
Grantaire's Pet
Exhausted after a long day of classes, Enjolras returns home to a very strange sight. "Grantaire, sweetheart? Is that a … lion cub?"
Grantaire rolled his eyes and addressed his partner as if he was the idiot. "No, Enjolras. It's a puppy. Of course it's a lion cub!"
The blonde man gawked at his boyfriend and the little lion, backing away as if expecting either one to attack him. "R? Where the hell did that come from?"
Cradling the cub, the dark haired man spoke very slowly, the way one would talk to a mentally challenged person. "First off, the cub is a female. Second, I got her off the internet."
Normally, Enjolras would have closed his eyes to compose himself. But there was no way in hell he was looking away from a fucking lion cub. Taking a deep breath, he mimicked Grantaire's slow tone. "How do you know … she's … a girl?"
Grantaire groaned at his boyfriend's stupidity. "Duh! Do you see a penis?" he asked, holding the cub by its- her- armpits, exposing the penis free underside.
The small cub blinked at Enjolras innocently. That was the final straw. "Grantaire! This is a lion cub! It is not a kitten! She will grow into a fucking 400 pound lion! What are you going to do with her?"
Tears filled the younger man's eyes. "We. What are we going to do with her? She's our lion cub, Apollo." Hugging the little cub to his chest, Grantaire beamed at his partner, "This is our first child!"
Sighing in defeat, Enjolras shut the door behind him and pulled up a chair ( Grantaire was with the lion cub on the couch and Enjolras still wished to avoid the little monster.) Grantaire had set the cub down and was taunting her by rolling a tennis ball back and forth. On her part, the cub had only bitten Grantaire 10 times since her arrival three hours prior, only two bites broke the skin.
Eventually, she successfully took the ball from the black haired man and looked to be rather proud of herself. As Grantaire cheered loudly at his baby's success, Enjolras had to grudgingly admit that the lion cub was very cute and could very likely pass as a puppy for the next few weeks. However, he was still determined to make his boyfriend see sense. "So were you using my credit card while you were drunk again?"
Biting his lip, Grantaire rubbed the cub's belly. "Please, Apollo. Can we not do this in front of Jessica?"
If Enjolras was speechless before, it was nothing compared to this. After five minutes of making dying fish faces, he managed to choke out, "Jessica? You named the lion cub Jessica?"
As if she recognized her name, Jessica gracefully leapt off the couch, losing the tennis ball in the process. Wiggling her bottom, Jessica batted at the ball with her paws, watching it roll around.
Too tired to argue with the stubborn artist, Enjolras tried to focus on the television. Of course with a live lion cub playing with his boyfriend, the blonde couldn't really find anything good enough to take his mind off of Grantaire and Jessica playing with one of those rope toys for dogs. Eventually, Enjolras gave up and watched the two roll around on the floor.
A/N: Well, it may not be my greatest story, but I think I will continue with it. Just a fun fact, Jessica the lion cub is based off of my 6 month old puppy, Drake the Australian Shepard/Mix. Please review with any suggestions.
