Joly, ‘Chetta and Bossuet call R “kid” because they have adopted him. That’s it. He’s their adopted child. *wipes tears away*

grantaire-the-drunken-artist:

just-french-me-up:

Musichetta : Be careful with your diet, love, bad cholesterol runs in the family

Grantaire : Why does that matter? I’m adopted!

Bossuet, slamming his fist against the fridge : What? Oh my God! Who told you?

Grantaire: Bossuet, I’m older than you..

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hellooo you’re taking prompts!! that is very good of you!! :D if you’re in the mood, can i request some Joly/Musichetta/Bossuet (platonic or otherwise, R-involving or otherwise) set in spaaace? or with awkward parental meetings? or (somehow, miraculously) both? :)

theladyragnell:

(I also had a prompt from @mayleavestars for JMBR coffee shop in space, so clearly I had to do space, coffee shop, and meeting the parents all at once!)

Joly looks up in alarm when Bossuet
skids into the shop during an afternoon lull, his momentum finally
stopped by the counter when he runs into it and promptly bangs his
personal communicator down on it. “I am ruining our weekend plans,”
says Bossuet.

“Did you forget an appointment
again?” Grantaire calls from the kitchen, where he’s making a batch
of his moon-famous muffins. “I keep telling you, we really need to
start a calendar for all of us so when we get Bahorel and Jehan to
cover for a day or two we can make the most of it.”

“I got a message from my parents,”
says Bossuet, eyes wide, and Joly freezes, because Bossuet adores his
parents, so it must be bad news. Musichetta, who has been ignoring
them with enviable serenity from where she’s planning out the week’s
menu, looks up, so it must be serious. “They bought tickets here
without telling me and they’re arriving this afternoon. On the next
shuttle. Mom sent the message from Earthport so I wouldn’t have time
to prepare myself.”

That is … not disastrous. But it is
definitely very nerve-wracking. Joly takes a deep breath and can
almost feel Musichetta and Grantaire taking one in tandem. He
recovers from his deep breath first. “Um, can I ask why?”

“She said something about bringing
the earth to the moon colony if the moon colony won’t come to earth,
but really it’s to meet you two. Well, three, I keep telling them you
aren’t technically our boyfriend, R, but you’re my roommate, so they
insist.”

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Do you have any headcanons about modern Grantaire?

thecoffeetragedy:

SO MANY. [cracks knuckles]

  • He has three dogs. They’re his babies and he loves them so much.  He also has a little dog walking ‘business’ going on. The old ladies from his block pay him back in fudge and home-knit slippers and cakes. He’s definitely not complaining.
  • Winter is his favourite season! He loves gathering all of his friends in one place and just sitting around and chatting over coffee and watching snowflakes sparkle in people’s hair.
  • He makes his own furniture out of stuff people throw out. At first it was because it was cheaper, now he just thinks it fits what he needs better than store-bought stuff. Plus he hates shopping and can’t be bothered to go to the stores.
  • So, you know, it’d make sense that he picks up crocheting as well, you know? 
  • Total coffee snob. Him and Combeferre both. They argue about it a lot. Good naturedly, of course – or is it?
  • … He probably starts making his own beer at some point. His own cider. His own wine. All with varying degrees of success.

… now, BACKSTORY TIME. (I’m sorry, it’s long. tw for crappy relationship with parents, alchoolism, homelessness and depression.)

  • Grantaire is from your typical suburban upper middle class family; closest to his older sister. Not close at all to either of his parents. His childhood was, in his own words, the most typical for a family like his. He was kind of a class clown, couldn’t stay quiet or sit still in school, so his mother put him in so many extracurricular sports and activities – piano lessons, dancing, painting, martial arts, soccer – well, football in France. Anything to help him focus or let go of that extra energy. He dropped pretty much everything after a few years, though. He claims he hated every single one of these, but actually he wonders where he would be if he’d kept up at it until he was actually good.
  • He studied art history and political science in college and he absolutely hated it. He didn’t know what he was doing there; he’s pretty sure he went to college only because it was expected of him, because he didn’t know what else to do. He parties more than he studies, tries to run from the pressure of everyone asking him to chose something to do with his life. He announces he’s dropping out in the middle of his degree. His parents, furious, threaten to cut him off. He lasts one more semester before he just can’t anymore. He stops going to class, fails, his gpa drops. 
  • That’s probably the lowest point of his life. There’s no way he’s going back to his parents’ house – besides, he’s not talking to them anymore. His sister’s not an option – she just had a baby, and he nows seeing him like that would break her heart. And she’d be disappointed. He doesn’t think he can cope with that, he’s already disappointed everyone else in his life.

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