exr | librarian AU, angry flirting
"Twelve books on Rousseau," says Grantaire. "Are you sure you’ve got enough there, blondie?"
The guy checking the books out has fluffy blonde hair and scowls at him like a grumpy kitten. “It’s Enjolras. And I’d check more out if I wasn’t already at my limit.”
Grantaire frowns, and checks the spine of the next book before he beeps it through. “No, it’s definitely Rousseau.” He wonders vaguely if the guy had found the wrong section.
"My name, says the guy, "is Enjolras." He sweeps the books into a rucksack, and walks off; though, Grantaire notices, not before squinting at Grantaire’s namebadge.
Six days later, not that Grantaire has been keeping count, Enjolras comes back and returns all twelve books, as well as another eight he must have checked out before, and gets out another twenty books by a plethora of different thinkers. “Trying to read the entire philosophy section, are we, darling?” asks Grantaire.
Enjolras visibly grits his teeth. “It’s Enjolras.”
"Actually," says Grantaire, holding a book up, "it’s Aristotle."
Enjolras glares at him.
Now Grantaire’s spotted the pattern, he can’t help but spot it. Enjolras checks out as many books as he can in one go, returns them all a week later and carts off another bundle of books, usually philosophy or history related; Grantaire will pick a new pet name, and Enjolras will scowl and stalk away.
Grantaire would stop it if he thought it genuinely, really bothered Enjolras, but he notices that even when there’s a shorter line to another librarian, Enjolras queues up for him. Also, he doesn’t think it’s coincidence that Grantaire only works four days a week at the library and Enjolras is always there on his shift.
As for the pet names, Grantaire gets through blondie, darling, gorgeous, muffin, sweetheart and hot stuff before Enjolras snaps.
"My name is Enjolras,” he growls, looking as if he’d very much like to reach over the counter and shake Grantaire. Grantaire could deal with that. “Seriously, what will make you remember that?”
"How about a date and a night where you make me scream your name repeatedly in pleasure?" asks Grantaire, words spilling out of his mouth automatically. He can feel his face going red as he realises what he’s just said. To a patron of the goddamn library he works at. God, he is so going to be fired. “Crap, sorry. Sorry, that was way over the line.”
Enjolras packs his books away into his back and looks down at Grantaire, all sharp cheekbones and narrowed eyes, and smacks a piece of paper with a phone number on down on the desk. “I hope you don’t expect to be the only one getting any pleasure out of this.”
DO YOU GUYS HAVE THAT ONE FRIEND THAT DOESN’T THINK SHE’S ANYTHING SPECIAL BUT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND WITTY AND EVERYTHING AMAZING THAT YOU COULD EVER WANT IN A PERSON BUT SHE DOESN’T SEE IT AND YOU JUST WANNA TAKE HER AND SHAKE HER AND SCREAM IN HER FACE ALL OF THE AMAZING THINGS ABOUT HER JUST SO SHE WILL APPRECIATE HOW ABSOLUTELY LOVELY SHE IS
someone could be thinking this about you right now you never know
IF i could get 44 more followers by october 3rd (my brithday) and therefore get to my next hundred .. i would cry of happiness!
you should all go follow this love person, she is hella nice and has a great face. 11/10 would reccomend
mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you
[ whispers ] musicals
[ huffs ] musicals
[ mutters ] musicals
[ clears throat ] musiCALS
[ raises voice ] muSICALS
[ wails ] MUsicALS
[ runs off, swims an ocean, climbs the mount everest ] [ shouts at the top of my lungs ] MUSICALS
emjolras is so great!!!
STOP. This is the police, you’re under arrest for being too cute. Now, put your hands where I can hold them.