Enjoltaire One Shots

Thunderstorm (excerpt from own fanfic)

(I wanted to show you an excerpt (and pretty much spoiler bc it's the climax of my fanfic) of an enjoltaire fanfic I'm writing watch out for this * pretty star i'll explain more at the end ENJOY)

At first, it was only a few droplets. Nobody paid much attention to them. But soon, the droplets turned into consistent rain, and the rain quickly started gaining upon them, soaking their clothes and their hair and making them all cold and wet. 

But Enjolras still didn't think it was reason enough to stop handing out flyers. 

"It's just a little rain!" he yelled over the drumming of the water hitting the pavement. 

"It's a storm, you idiot!" someone yelled back. Most probably Grantaire. Enjolras still couldn't figure out why he had even come in the first place. It's not like he even cared about their cause. And, all right, the cynic had recently become less annoying and even a bit...constructive with his criticism at meetings. And he had stopped trying to anger Enjolras just for the fun of it. And he had  had a good time with him, the few times they had hung out. But it still didn't mean that the man's ideas and/or beliefs (if any) had changed. 

"We're going to be drowned if we don't find some shelter soon! Nobody is even caring about the stupid flyers anyways!" the same voice added. 

Definitely Grantaire. 

Combferre, the person closest to Enjolras, came up to him. 

"He's right you know," he said, in a voice barely heard over the roar of the wind, "We're going to have to find shelter soon!" 

"Besides," Courfeyrac added, coming to his side, "the ink on the flyers is starting to run!" 

Enjolras glanced down at his hands and saw that, indeed, the flyers were starting to get blurred and soggy. 

Well, there wouldn't be a point to handing them out if they weren't even readable, so Enjolras relented with a quick nod of his head. 

Signaling to the rest, he started towards the blurred image of what looked to be like a cafe. As the rain had increased at an alarming pace, it was already difficult to tell one student from another, and they were all just a few feet away, so it was pure instinct that guided Enjolras towards the looming shape in the distance. 

Just then, a loud BOOM echoed across the streets, and the sky lit up in a flash of lightning. Enjolras very nearly jumped out of his skin at the loud sound, but nevertheless tried to regroup everyone. Then, a shout from Courfeyrac messed everything up. 

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!" he yelled frantically. "EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!!" 

And chaos broke loose. 

All of the students ran about, at least three people crashing against Enjolras in their hurry, it was a mess, Enjolras couldn't see anything, rain was getting into his eyes, he stumbled across the pavement. Then someone tripped over him again, and he came crashing down against the ground. Pain flared up into the right side of his forehead, and he felt as though his skull had been beat by a hammer repeatedly, still he tried to stand up. With his head pounding, he squinted through the rain and spotted something that looked like a small cottage. He staggered towards the shape, pushing people away, trying to block the rain with his hand. His only thought was to get to that shelter fast. 

Enjolras wasn't sure how he did it, but he finally got to the cottage of sorts, and felt around for a door. When he found it, he pushed against it and, miraculously, it opened. He dropped inside the cottage and slammed the door shut. Instantly, the roar subsided to a mute drum against the roof of...wherever he was. Looking around, he realized that his shelter was more of a worn down building, the walls coated with crumbling paint and the room itself having a musty smell to it.