instead of a specific fic I want to ask about a fic series–the aro!courf/feuilly one. Can you do questions 3, 5, and 10 for that series?

So, I ended up rereading the first two stories and part of the third in this series, so that took a little longer than I was expecting.  Sorry!  ;D

Answers behind the cut because of length and possible spoilers:

(And if anyone else would like to send me questions, here they are! ^_^)

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

I CAN’T PICK JUST ONE, I’M SORRY.  -.-;;;

Right at the top of A Dream Deferred is this little bit.  I honestly just felt like I’d done a good job of showing instead of telling here and that’s something I’d been finding hard to figure out how to do at the time.

Of course, that wasn’t answer enough. This thing between them was still so new, and they were both feeling their way through it, trying to figure out where the boundaries were. So, there was no pressure in Courfeyrac’s voice, but there was concern. It was the same concern Feuilly heard there when Combeferre came to ABC meetings with bloodshot eyes, running on caffeine, sheer cussedness, and precious little else. It was the same concern Feuilly heard there when Enjolras slammed into the Corinthe, ordered a bottle of wine and slumped into a corner to drink his way through his latest disappointment in a world that just couldn’t seem to care.

It wasn’t that Courfeyrac didn’t show concern for everyone in their group. He did. But his concern for Enjolras and Combeferre was… different. It was special. And as much as Feuilly hated knowing that he’d worried Courfeyrac, there was a small part of him that was leaping about like a small boy at Christmas, thrilled that Courfeyrac now showed that same level of concern for him. It meant something. It was a milestone. Feuilly couldn’t return that concern with cold silence.

And especially liked that bit because of how how I got it to echo down into the resolution of their quasi-relationship at the end, because I really enjoy that kind of symmetry from the beginning to the end of a fic.  ^_^

Courfeyrac’s hands tightened almost convulsively on Feuilly’s then, and he ducked his eyes… but not before Feuilly caught the telltale signs of tears. When he recovered himself enough to look back up, Courfeyrac asked, voice rough with those unshed tears, “Are you sure? I can’t… Feuilly I don’t think I have it in me to be a boyfriend. I’ve been trying. I really have, but… it’s just not there. And I do care about you. A lot. The same way I do about Combeferre and Enjolras. But… is that really enough? To know that I love all three of you the same way?” When Feuilly moved to answer, Courfeyrac shook his head. “Don’t… don’t answer right away, OK? I need you to think about this. Really think about it. Because it would destroy me to know that you might miss out on someone who could really make you happy just because you felt obligated to keep a promise to me.”

Feuilly stood up from his chair and pulled Courfeyrac to his feet and straight into a tight hug, smoothing a hand down his back when he started to tremble. “Courfeyrac… did you think I didn’t know that? I’ve watched you with the two of them for years. I know how much they mean to you. I know how much you mean to them. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wished that someone felt that strongly about me? Do you have any idea how honored I’d be for you to list me among their company in your heart? Because I would be.”

From when Feuilly and Courfeyrac are looking at the photo album and Courfeyrac asks about Darnell.  Another spot where I thought I’d done a good job of showing instead of telling – the burgeoning feeling of hope for something better that Darnell had brought back into Feuilly’s life.  ^_^

Feuilly rested his head on Courfeyrac’s shoulder, allowing himself the luxury of staring at that bright smile, the way one long arm draped around a younger, baby-faced Feuilly’s shoulders… at how lurking around the edges of that sullen baby face, there was the barest hint of a smile.

And then this last paragraph from I Shall Give You Wings because EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND I LIKE THAT EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND HOPEFUL AND JUST– I’m glad they all got there.  ^_^

Miguel leaned in to bump Darnell’s shoulder and Darnell just laughed along with him. And, a few minutes—and rounds of teasing—later, as he watched Miguel and Courfeyrac drive away… he marveled. If you’d asked him ten years ago if he’d ever see Miguel laugh like that—free and joyous and so purely happy—he’d have said no. Neither of them had had much to laugh about then. But, now…? For the first time, Darnell thought things just might work out for him, after all. And if Miguel was going to be OK… maybe it was time Darnell took a stab at it, too. He left the restaurant that night with a full stomach, a full calendar, and a full heart… and, for the first time in a long time, feeling like Musichetta’s joke just might be right… and he could fly.

5: What part was hardest to write?

Honestly?  ALL OF I SHALL GIVE YOU WINGS.  It fought me the whole way and I was trying to write it deep in the middle of that period of time when I was convinced that everything I was writing was pure crap and just trivial and banal and plodding and just… boring.  I felt like I was doing all telling and no showing and I used this fic to force my way past it and just put something on paper?  From the perspective of months later, I like it a lot better than I did when I first wrote it, but there are definitely things I would change if I were to go back and do it again.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

This ‘verse started off life as a meme answer, actually.  ^_^  The prompt was Confusion for Feuilly.  (It was your prompt, Ve.  ^_~)  And I knew I wanted to write sick!fic because Ve and I both really like sick!fic and I think I eventually settled on Courfeyrac because you and Ve had both been talking about Courfeyrac/Feuilly a lot and the more I thought about it, the more I liked it.  So, this seemed like a good time to dabble.  And I’d also wanted to write more ace and/or aro Courfeyrac and suddenly BOOM, there was the idea for the confusion in the prompt.  ^_^

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ahh if you’re still taking more prompts – Courfeyrac and Feuilly (obv), ♠ – one character adjusting the other’s jewelry/neck tie/ etc.?

eirenical:

I was having a rotten day (still am), so I thought maybe tackling one of these might put me in a better mood?

Anyway, this ficlet lives in the future of my Fais de Beaux Rêves series.  You don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on, you just need to know this: Feuilly has a foster sister (Tania), who he is still close to and he and (an aro/ace) Courfeyrac have a lovely little queerplatonic relationship going on.  Enjoy?  ^_^

Feuilly reached up to pull at his bow tie.  He was pretty sure that the knot was supposed to be at the base of his throat, but given what a difficult time he was having swallowing around it, it felt like it was in his throat, instead.  He’d never worn a bow tie before, couldn’t have imagined a circumstance in his life that would have required it, but here he was.  In a bow tie.  And a tux.  With a chapel full of people just outside the doors and absolutely *certain* that he was going to royally fuck up.

Just as Feuilly was reaching up to pull on the bowtie, yet again, another’s hand reached out and covered his own before gently pulling it away.  A soft “tsk, tsk” noise came from somewhere over his right shoulder.  A moment later that other hand returned with its twin and reached up to loosen the bow tie just enough so that Feuilly could breathe, then proceeded to smooth the lay of his shirt and the lapels of his coat.

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#awwww#i love it#i love the weird relationship these two have in this verse#and nervous feuilly aw what a doll (via @takethewatch)

AW.  I’m glad you still enjoy them!  ^_^  I love the relationship they have in this universe, too.  I always really enjoy writing them.  I love envisioning that they can have a happily ever after, even if it doesn’t look like everyone else’s happily ever after, you know?  ^_^

ahh if you’re still taking more prompts – Courfeyrac and Feuilly (obv), ♠ – one character adjusting the other’s jewelry/neck tie/ etc.?

I was having a rotten day (still am), so I thought maybe tackling one of these might put me in a better mood?

Anyway, this ficlet lives in the future of my Fais de Beaux Rêves series.  You don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on, you just need to know this: Feuilly has a foster sister (Tania), who he is still close to and he and (an aro/ace) Courfeyrac have a lovely little queerplatonic relationship going on.  Enjoy?  ^_^

Feuilly reached up to pull at his bow tie.  He was pretty sure that the knot was supposed to be at the base of his throat, but given what a difficult time he was having swallowing around it, it felt like it was in his throat, instead.  He’d never worn a bow tie before, couldn’t have imagined a circumstance in his life that would have required it, but here he was.  In a bow tie.  And a tux.  With a chapel full of people just outside the doors and absolutely *certain* that he was going to royally fuck up.

Just as Feuilly was reaching up to pull on the bowtie, yet again, another’s hand reached out and covered his own before gently pulling it away.  A soft “tsk, tsk” noise came from somewhere over his right shoulder.  A moment later that other hand returned with its twin and reached up to loosen the bow tie just enough so that Feuilly could breathe, then proceeded to smooth the lay of his shirt and the lapels of his coat.

Feuilly turned in the circle of those arms, lips stretching into a smile that had to be just this side of gooey.  Courfeyrac was already smiling when he turned and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips.  Such gestures were more common now than they had been in the beginning, but Feuilly was still leery of pursuing, of asking more than Courfeyrac was willing or able to give.  So the kiss he gave in return was equally light, a brush of lips, nothing more.  Still… it was enough.  Courfeyrac’s smile widened as he finished his tidying of Feuilly’s clothes.  Into the silence, he said, “Relax.  You’ll do just fine.  You just walk up the aisle, do your thing and that’s it.  The whole thing will be over before you know it and then there will be cake.”

Feuilly huffed out a soft laugh.  “I do like cake.”

“See?  A silver lining.”  Courfeyrac stepped back, eyes swiftly assessing of his handiwork.  He nodded.  “Perfect.  You’re going to do Tania proud.”

Feuilly reached out to grab Courfeyrac’s hand to stop him as he turned to leave.  His breath caught in his throat on his first attempt to speak, but he cleared his throat and tried again.  “I know you never wanted… but I… Do you ever regret that people assume…?”

Courfeyrac’s gaze softened even as his grip on Feuilly’s hand tightened.  “No.”

“No?”

“No.”  Courfeyrac’s thumb brushed slowly over the wedding band on Feuilly’s finger, the smooth silver a twin to the one on his own.  He smiled again, a brief laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head.  “Maybe I’ve mellowed in my older age, but the things that bothered me when I was twenty don’t bother me nearly as much any more.  And maybe that’s you.  Maybe it’s because you never push.  Maybe it’s because you respect my boundaries.  Maybe it’s because you’re willing to let this relationship be what it is without trying to make it something it isn’t.  Maybe it’s just because you really were the right person at the right time.  I don’t know, and I don’t care.  I love being married to you.  I love *you*.  Let everyone assume what they will.  You and I know better.  Our friends know better.  Your family knows better, even if mine is a little slow on the uptake.  It doesn’t matter, as long as we’re happy, right?”

Feuilly’s heart rate kicked up at that, for any entirely different reason than his earlier nerves.  It wasn’t often that either of them dared ask the other so explicitly if they were happy with the way things had turned out, but this was a better answer than Feuilly could have ever hoped for.  He leaned forward for another kiss, whispering his answer into Courfeyrac’s lips.  “Damned right.”

When Courfeyrac leaned back, the smile on his lips had turned playful.  He spun Feuilly around and pushed him towards the door.  “Then get out there and walk Tania down the aisle.  The sooner we get this wedding started, the sooner we can get to the party that comes after… and the cake.”

Moments later, as Feuilly was watching Courfeyrac walk away to claim his seat next to Fantine and Darnell, a gentle hand reached out to tuck itself into the crook of his arm.  Turning to take in the full on radiance that was his foster sister’s beaming smile, Feuilly couldn’t help but smile in return.  “You ready?”

Tania leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss into Feuilly’s cheek before answering.  “Didn’t you hear your husband?  Let’s get down this aisle and get to the cake!“

Feuilly laughed.  “You’re both hopeless.”

“But you wouldn’t have either of us any other way, would you, big brother?”

Feuilly leaned down to touch his forehead to Tania’s, before turning forward to face the church aisle, and the seat waiting for him next to Courfeyrac.  “No.  No, I wouldn’t.  Not for the world.”

Well, @kingesstropolis, you just want all the things, don’t you?  (Again… NOT complaining!  ;D)  Sorry I didn’t get to this last night.  I was deep in the middle of Muet thoughts and couldn’t yank my brain sideways enough to give you these.  *sheepish grin*

(Anyone else want to play?)

Courfeyrac…

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

As cheesy as it sounds, he’s proud of how much his friends trust him.  He’s developed this reputation that if you need support or need an ear or a shoulder or whatever, he’s there.  And he’s just so so proud that his friends trust him that much, especially Feuilly.  ^_^

9) What calms them when they are upset.

Being with his friends.  It doesn’t matter what they’re doing or where they are, but if Courfeyrac is upset, he goes to his friends.  Just being around them, reminding himself how much they all care for each other, will calm him faster than anything else.

12) How they sleep.

Anywhere and anyhow.  Seriously, Courfeyrac is the most adaptive sleeper on the planet.  If he has a California King sized bed to himself, he will somehow sprawl out to fill up the whole thing.  If he’s sharing with someone who likes their personal space, he can easily keep to his side of the bed, tucking in his limbs accordingly.  And if he’s sharing with someone who likes to cuddle, he can octopus-arms with the best of them.

19) When they feel safest

I feel a bit like a broken record here, but again, the answer is when he’s with his friends.  ^_^  Nothing makes him feel safer, physically or emotionally, than being surrounded by his closest friends.

25) What other people wish they could change about them

Secretly, deep down where no one will ever know, Enjolras wishes that he could make Courfeyrac just a little less accommodating.  Because he’s SO giving with his friends and so eager to do what they need that he doesn’t always look after himself the way he should.  And Enjolras would like to see him be just a little be more selfish, because it kills him when he sees Courfeyrac all but breaking his back to help someone just to get hurt in the process.

And Feuilly…  ^_^

2) Who they want to please the most.

DARNELL (*coughs* And if you’ve read the latest fic… Joly, too.  ^_~  *coughs*).  HANDS DOWN.  NO QUESTION.  Because in a lot of ways, Darnell took on the role of parent and role model for Feuilly.  And he’s one of the kindest, best people that Feuilly knows.  So, he figures that if he does something to make Darnell proud, then he’s done something right.  ^_^

5) A cherished personal belonging. // 9) What calms them when they are upset.

He doesn’t really focus too much on physical possessions.  He’s never had many – not more than he could fit in a single duffel bag, anyway – so he never got in the habit of accumulating things.  The only thing he really collects are pictures of his friends.  He stores them in lovingly maintained photo albums, and whenever he’s feeling down, he pulls out those albums and goes through them, reminding himself of all the people who have cared about him over the years.

13) What kind of parent they would be.

Oh gosh.  On his own, I think he’d be a bit of a disaster.  Because he’s never really had a good role model of parental behavior apart from Darnell, so instead he’s just accumulated this veritable mountain of things that Parents Should Never Be or Do ™.  And he’d spend so much time stressing over not being or doing those things, over not being that foster parent that he’d hated living with as a kid, that he’d lose track of enjoying it, I think?  But if he had someone else with him who could calm him down, make him slow down and remember why you become a parent to begin with, I think he’d make a wonderful parent.  Because ultimately, he’d want to make sure that any child who ever lived with him had the most wonderful experience he could give them, to make sure that THESE kids didn’t have the nightmare experiences that he had in the foster system.  He’d want to be their Darnell or their Fantine, and he’d work so hard to give them the best life he possibly could.

21) Their fondest childhood memory

HA. That’s a loaded question.  He doesn’t really have many fond childhood memories.  One or two of his grandmother singing to him and doing little craft projects with him when he was very young, and the first English test that he passed (he brought it home to show it to Darnell and Darnell bought him ice cream that night, he was so proud), but not much more beyond that.

22) How they spend their money.

Feuilly isn’t a big spender.  He never really has been.  Like owning possessions, he just never really got in the habit.  So, he hardly ever spends money on himself.  He’ll buy presents for his friends.  He’ll leave exorbitant tips in restaurants whenever he can.  He donates money to programs that help kids in need.  About the only thing he spends money on for himself is for food, bills, and little indulgences like photo albums and film for his camera.

I Shall Give You Wings (5390 words) – [AO3] [ff.net]

“If you’re trying to convince me you’re not in a relationship of some sort, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than this.”

Feuilly finally gets up the courage to introduce Courfeyrac to
Darnell, the only family he’s ever known.  But how can he explain to
Darnell exactly what they mean to each other, when both he and
Courfeyrac are still so uncertain themselves?

November 15, 2015: It’s finally done! So… this was originally supposed to be my
contribution to Feuilly Week – the third story in my aro/ace!Courfeyrac
x Feuilly ‘verse. *coughs* It’s uh… about a month after the end of
Feuilly Week now, but BETTER LATE THAN NEVER? -.-;;; Enjoy? ^_^

Note: Because I realize this may cause confusion, for the sake of
this story, Feuilly’s first name is MIguel. And since this story is
told from Darnell’s perspective, that’s the name he uses. ^_^

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom:
Les Misérables – All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Courfeyrac & Feuilly, Joly/Musichetta
Characters: Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Feuilly (Les Misérables), Joly (Les Misérables), Musichetta (Les Misérables), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Family Feels, Aromantic Asexual Character, Aromantic, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, Friendship/Love, Found Family, Coming Out, Meet the Family, POV Outsider
Series: Part 3 of Fais de Beaux Rêves