In which Enjolras and Grantaire watch The Notebook. Cute n' fluffy.

"Enjolras, are you crying?" Grantaire asked, the smile on his lips showing in his voice as he spoke in a playfully mocking tone.

"No," he vowed in response, although his voice quivered a bit. Grantaire, sitting on his lap, had his head leaned over his shoulder; he could hear every shallow, strained breath the blond was taking in.

Because he was Grantaire, of course, he pressed: "Come on, that's the kind of bullshit happy ending you love! Noah and Allie died in each other's arms; what more could you want?"

Enjolras' voice was cracking like a teenager's when he insisted, "I'm not crying, Grantaire. Besides, even if I was" – he sniffed – "it would be because of the faulty healthcare system in which they found themselves that ultimately lead to their deaths."

Grantaire groaned. "Here we go again…" he mumbled, but Enjolras didn't pay him any attention.

"It's just so sad!"

"Why does this happen to me?"

"Had there been a more socialized and efficient healthcare system, it's likely that Allie could have overcome her dementia in time to recognize Noah before they died –"

"—not likely—"

"and then it could have been a bullshit happy ending!" He sniffled again and rubbed his nose into Grantaire's black curls.

Gross.

Ah, well, they'd just have to take a shower together later on, gleefully thought Grantaire.

There had been a tiny portion of Grantaire that hoped that the fact that his face was buried in his hair would stop him from babbling, but he knew that this would, unfortunately, not be the case; not that he minded too much, as he loved to listen to his senseless dreams of revolution, but on their dates it was nice to get some time away from that.

"One day, Grantaire, one day there will be equality for all when it comes to the basic human right to healthcare. When it's my time to go, you can be damn sure that I will have done everything I could to ensure equality. They will know the ABC as the premier group in sparking the revolution leading to equal rights for all, regardless of social status. Just you wait."

Grantaire didn't respond, and Enjolras had nothing to add.

After a few minutes of cuddling and comfortable silence, Grantaire finally spoke. "Would you want to die in my arms?"

Enjolras' head nodded slightly as he pondered the idea. "I think I would, yes."

"I wouldn't. I wouldn't want to live a second without you. We could die like Allie and Noah."

His boyfriend smiled in reply and kissed the crown of his head. "Hopefully you'll still remember me."

"Enjolras, I don't think I'd ever be able to forget you," he said earnestly, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the lips. In response, the blonde's mouth accepted him warmly. For a few seconds, it was a stagnant, unmoving connection, before Enjolras broke it in order to kiss him softly on the nose, the cheek, the forehead, and finally, his mouth again; this time, it maintained all the gentleness of the first but with a more forceful feeling behind it.

The two couldn't help but smile, the tears that once streamed down Enjolras' face slowly drying into invisible trails of salt down his face.

Hope you enjoyed it! Prompt by Tumblr user the-power-of-enjolsass: E/R watch the notebook. Or some cheesy, crappy romance. Complete with blanket fort and adorable cuddles and butterfly kisses!
Sorry I didn't follow it to a T, maybe I'll include some blanket forts in the next one ;)
Much love!
Lauren
xo