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In an alternate Paris, werewolves occupy the majority of the ruling classes, making and adjusting policy to suit their interests. The punishments for a human attacking a werewolf can be brutal, unless they have the protection of a wolf pack.
How this translates to 'claim Grantaire as your mate to get him out of prison' is something Enjolras is still trying to get his head around, but he's never been one to give up on a cause even when it's sleeping on his sofa.
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- Part 1 of Liberté, Égalité, Lycanthropé
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Incredible
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Heart and Home by lc2l
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‘Really, dear?’ his mother sighs. Wolves don't have words, but the feelings that go with them come easy enough.
Enjolras bristles a little ‘had to, justice!’ and she lets him go, with the vague knowledge that they will have words as soon as they have the bodies to go with them.
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He needs to hold at least three emergency meetings and only one of them is allowed to involve him shaking Combeferre’s shoulders while saying ‘what have I done’ repeatedly.
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I wash dishes like a pro, not that that’ll matter to you since you don’t have dishes you have dish.”Enjolras has a thousand questions he wants to ask about what happened when Grantaire
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For a moment all Enjolras can do is stare at him. It would make a great painting, werewolf stares at human stares at toast.
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“I could sleep on top of you but you’re made of ice and I think it would take a lot of pictures to apologise to your mother for melting her only son.”
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“These guys showed up,” Grantaire calls, pulling one hundred percent of Enjolras’s attention. He’s on the sofa - too far - playing some kind of game that appears to involve running around with wolf claws slashing at zombies, but he’s playing it on mute presumably out of respect for the guests. “They promised they weren’t here to rob us. I told them as long as they left the playstation it was cool, but mostly they’ve just been cooing over the kettle.”
...“You have a kettle,” Jehan coos obligingly.
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And over the counter he can see Grantaire lying on his back on the sofa with Jehan pretending to plant a flag in his chest and calling, “claimed for the kitsune empire.”Jehan is a werefox. Four years and Enjolras finally has an answer to that question. “I know.”
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“Who was that girl in the hallway?” he asks over his shoulder to Enjolras. "Is she one of your ABC lot? Looked like a strong breeze would blow her clean away."
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But then he smiles warmly. "You can't choose the pack you're born into, but you can choose the one you run with."It's the same thing he said to Combeferre, Enjolras remembers, before switching shape to press the bite into Combeferre's shoulder and claim him into the new pack.