I got sad and stressed so I wrote about kissing and cuddling and barricade boys being adorable little shits because that’s what my life has come to. TRTMB ‘verse.
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“Are we fighting?”
It’s by no means the question that Grantaire expected when he opened the door to his apartment at two in the morning, but hey, surprise is good. Surprise keeps life interesting.
Surprise doesn’t explain why his boyfriend is standing outside his apartment, frowning, his thick blond hair plastered to his forehead from the storm that’s been raging outside for the past few hours.

I’m sorry you were sad
But this was wonderful!












