(I was starting to get skeptical that I’d have time to write a full fic for @lesmisrarepairs, so I had to at least do this for one of my favorite rare pairs. ^_^ So… photoset and a snippet?)
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You want me to spend Thanksgiving Break at the Cape… with you. Just… you and me. No one else. Did I hear that right?”
Enjolras swallowed hard against the feeling of nervous laughter doing its best to claw its way up his throat. He’d blurted out the offer without letting it stop at his brain on the way to his mouth, without even considering how it would look from the other side of this conversation. Feuilly was a freshman. Enjolras was a first year law student. They’d barely known each other three months, for all that they’d clicked as easily as Enjolras had with Combeferre four years prior—something that Enjolras hadn’t been able to say of anyone else, not even Courfeyrac.
Enjolras had no idea what Feuilly usually did with his time at the holidays, if there was a foster family that still had enough space for him in their hearts to willingly take him in, if there were friends who’d already asked, if he even celebrated Thanksgiving, at all. What Enjolras did know was that he, himself, had a loving family, a host of good friends, and more than his own fair share of invitations for the break… and how selfish was he to throw it all away on what must look like a whim?
Oh *gosh*, Enjolras had to say something. Offer an explanation. Make an excuse. Something about Alpha-Beta-Kappa? Maybe say that he was inviting everyone on the current board? *Anything.* Anything to get that look off of Feuilly’s face. Anything to make this look less like what it must look like—a graduate student taking advantage of a freshman’s admiration, because that was what it must look like, right?
But before Enjolras even had a chance, the bemused look on Feuilly’s face eased, that small frown inverted into an even smaller smile and his entire posture softened. Feuilly took a step closer, easing into Enjolras’ personal space as though he’d belonged there all along. Enjolras’ breath stuttered and froze in his throat, his eyes going wide as Feuilly took his hand and entwined their fingers together.
Feuilly’s smile widened, and, as easily as that, Enjolras could breathe, again.
“Enjolras… I’d be delighted.”
(…more to come if I have time between now and Saturday? -.-;;;)