ok but modern au when rich boy political activist enjolras shows up drunk at his parents’ cocktail party/award ceremony thing wearing grantaire’s clothes and takes the piss out of the whole thing and tells mom and dad that he’s fucking a dude im sorry bye
"No! Apollo, don’t." Grantaire said, even if he wanted it, more than anything in the world.
"Why not?" Enjolras began, frowning. "Why the fuck not."
And it happened, it happened the only thing Grantaire didn’t want: Enjolras was angry. And when he was angry he could manage to be the most cruel human being in the world. All his intellect, and all his wit turned into vile and hurt.
Normally, Grantaire fought him back. Normally, he never let Enjolras to get it on with. If his Apollo screamed, and kicked, and insulted, he -a mere mortal, a cynic whom only believed in the blond man- screamed, kicked, and insulted back.
They usually ended up having angry sex or not talking for days, there was no in between.
"Tell me why the fuck not, R!" Enjolras demanded. "I want to fucking know why I can’t go and tell those absolute hypocrites I’m fucking you. Because honestly what could they say? That I’m a disgrace to the family? That I have to stick to the status quo? That I will never change things? That I’m just a petulant, stupid child, who doesn’t know anything about the world he lives in?"
This time Grantaire let him go on, determined to just look at him, and be as understanding as he could get. It didn’t matter if Enjolras ended up spitting venom against him, Apollo needed R.
And R was going to let him have him. Because if Enjolras hated his parents, Grantaire hated them more, for not realising the wonder of a son they had. He was so young, and so hard-working, so selfless, always sleeping less than he should for changing a world that looked at him with disbelief, only because he was just in his twenties.
”What else can they tell me? That I’m no longer their son? What damage can that make?” Enjolras eyes were red, and a couple of angry tears had begun streaming down his cheeks. “I’m going to tell them you’re my boyfriend, and they can forget about their son for ever, for all I care.”
But Grantaire knew he cared. And he cared a lot. He was just going to repress it, as everything else. He might as well follow him, because he was going to need company after all of this.
Despite the most likely thing to happen, was he was going to get himself punched. He didn’t care. It was too late when he realised Enjolras was drunk, and wearing his clothes.
"Oh, but Mr. Governor, where’s your son?"
"He, was feeling a little sick tonight," A blatant lie. "Nothing major, but we took precautions."
The rest of the tables were eating peacefully, laughing at the annual event of the Governor and his wife, oblivious of the young man storming pass security, and pushing the guards with not so delicate movements, using -for the last and first time- his last name to get pass anything.
"YOU!" Enjolras yelled, a little too loud.
His parents looked up. His mother is shock, his father already in anger. How could such a petulant child dare to break into the only event that mattered? A politicians career was all about his image, and his reddened face song, who smell like cigarettes and alcohol didn’t help.
"Son, please let’s go outside and discuss this" Said his father, as calmly as he could, buttoning his tuxedo jacket as he walked towards Enjolras.
"No." Enjolras replied louder than necessary. "I’m just going to stand here, and tell all this people how massive hypocrites the both of you are, inviting here a whole lot of people just because you like having your arse whipped by others, so you don’t even get dirt."
"Shut up now, and go out."
"No. You people disgust me, you people stand for causes you don’t understand, and when you know someone in need you just look at them as if they had the plague. You make me sick, you hypocrite, coward, liar-"
Enjolras had just been slapped, by his father.
"Son, shut up now, you’re making a scene." Enjolras did, what seemed impossible. He shut up, and walked back a couple of step, evaluating all the looks they were getting in a slight haze of alcohol.
And he knew, he was never going to be enough for any of them.
"I’m fucking a dude."
"I said step outside. Get him out" he said to Security.
"I AM FUCKING ANOTHER MAN. A DUDE. AND HE STUDIES ART, HE COMES FROM NO WHERE, JUST LIKE THE REST OF MY FRIENDS WHOM YOU HATE SO MUCH, BUT I DON’T CARE BECAUSE I HATE YOU, AND I LO-"
Enjolras was pushed outside, and taken to his room, as the annual cocktail was held in his parents house. When he was there, Enjolras just walked around for a second, taking in one of his bags everything he deemed important that was still there.
When he was walking out of his house, he saw one of the family photos. They were at the Polo, he was even wearing a polo shirt. That wasn’t himself, this was himself. He didn’t need his parents, and he has started to believe they never needed him in the first place. He threw the picture to the floor.
"Governor, I’m sorry for you son, he seemed troubled. My wife and I kno-"
"I have no son."
R was waiting for him outside, he was sitting on the street, smoking. Enjolras just threw the bag he was carrying to the ground, and shortened the distance between them in long steps. Grantaire stood up, he knew Enjolras was probably going to punch him for not stopping him.
But Enjolras didn’t. He hugged him, and he began crying.
"I’m here Apollo, I’m here."