Combeferre: Everyone brings their own unique strengths to the table. Some that even I don’t have.
Courfeyrac: You shut your mouth! You have ALL the strengths!
Tag: combeferre & courfeyrac
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ said to Courfeyrac? Scene partner(s) of your choice. ^_^
“Combeferre, have you got a minute?”
Combeferre rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses. He’d been staring at his stupid computer for way too long, but he only had until midnight tonight to finish this lab report.
“Not really,” he said without looking up. “Can it wait?”
“Sure,” Courfeyrac said, but even from deep within his own mind Combeferre could hear something tense in his tone, like a rubber band pulled too tight. Combeferre looked up to better appraise the situation, but Courfeyrac was already slamming the door behind him.
“Shit,” Combeferre muttered, rising to follow him. “Courfeyrac!”
27 for maybe Courfeyrac and Combeferre for the meme? Unless there are others you’d prefer idk
27. Things you said through a closed door
“Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac.”
There’s no sound but the shuffling of his feet on the uneven wood floor of the hallway. He tries again.
“Courfeyrac, come on. I didn’t mean it.” And then, because if he can’t be charming and he can’t be good with people and he can’t be naturally kind, at least he can be honest, he adds, “That way.”
“You meant it.” Courfeyrac’s voice is stretched thin and uneven.
“I didn’t mean your family. Courfeyrac.”
“Combeferre, go away. I don’t want you here right now.”
Combeferre has never been able to read people well, but even he knows that this is Courfeyrac’s serious voice. And yet. He can’t bear to walk away, to leave things be when they are so terribly Wrong. Not when it’s Courfeyrac on the other side of that door. “I’m sorry,” he tries. “It was rude and unthinking of me. I didn’t–I’m not like you, Courf, I’m not good with people.”
The door is wrenched open, and Courfeyrac is there. His eyes are wet but Combeferre knows he’s not really crying–he’s just angry. (He knows him that well, God, he knows him so well, how is it that there is one person in the whole world who he actually gets and he’s still managed to hurt him?)
“I’ve heard that–that cowardly excuse from you too many times,” Courfeyrac snaps. “It’s not good enough, Combeferre. There’s a difference between being awkward, and being cruel, and you like to pretend you don’t see it.”
Combeferre ducks his head, heat rising to his cheeks. Courfeyrac runs on, flinging out the words with frighteningly precise ennunciation, even as his tongue’s going a mile a minute. “It doesn’t take any kind of social acumen to recognize when something you want to say might hurt someone–it just takes a little bit of logic and enough caring to actually stop and think about the facts.”
Unspoken: Combeferre literally has a master’s degree in logic. Combeferre is a slave to logic. Combeferre is the one who is constantly pleading with Enjolras and Courfeyrac to stop and think about the facts.
Unspoken: Combeferre doesn’t care about Courfeyrac.
It’s not true, Combeferre’s brain protests–and yet it’s where all the facts are pointing. Given what’s gone down this evening, the logical conclusion is that Combeferre is a selfish bastard who likes people only for how they benefit him and doesn’t actually give a shit about Courfeyrac’s feelings.
And Combeferre is a slave to logic.
He turns away, and the door slams behind him and he can still hear Courfeyrac’s restless pacing around the room. And he knows Courfeyrac well enough to know to text Joly with the suggestion he and Bossuet drop by to channel Courfeyrac’s angry energy into something less destructive than what he’ll come up with on his own. He’s sent the text and received an affirmative reply (bless Joly, he doesn’t ask what happened), and has already let himself out of the apartment before he realizes that he’s once again proved that he knows Courfeyrac so well.
He really has no excuse.
As he turns up his collar against the cold, spitting rain that feels more like November than April, it occurs to him that he might also be being a little overdramatic, about the whole thing. He said something shitty; now, twenty minutes later, he’s come to the conclusion that he’s an inhuman wretch with a rotted-out soul who’s probably going to die alone and deserve it. It pains him to realize that that part of his personality is a fairly recent grafting, courtesy of Courfeyrac.
27 for maybe Courfeyrac and Combeferre for the meme? Unless there are others you’d prefer idk
27. Things you said through a closed door
“Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac.”
There’s no sound but the shuffling of his feet on the uneven wood floor of the hallway. He tries again.
“Courfeyrac, come on. I didn’t mean it.” And then, because if he can’t be charming and he can’t be good with people and he can’t be naturally kind, at least he can be honest, he adds, “That way.”
“You meant it.” Courfeyrac’s voice is stretched thin and uneven.
“I didn’t mean your family. Courfeyrac.”
“Combeferre, go away. I don’t want you here right now.”
Combeferre has never been able to read people well, but even he knows that this is Courfeyrac’s serious voice. And yet. He can’t bear to walk away, to leave things be when they are so terribly Wrong. Not when it’s Courfeyrac on the other side of that door. “I’m sorry,” he tries. “It was rude and unthinking of me. I didn’t–I’m not like you, Courf, I’m not good with people.”
The door is wrenched open, and Courfeyrac is there. His eyes are wet but Combeferre knows he’s not really crying–he’s just angry. (He knows him that well, God, he knows him so well, how is it that there is one person in the whole world who he actually gets and he’s still managed to hurt him?)
“I’ve heard that–that cowardly excuse from you too many times,” Courfeyrac snaps. “It’s not good enough, Combeferre. There’s a difference between being awkward, and being cruel, and you like to pretend you don’t see it.”
Combeferre ducks his head, heat rising to his cheeks. Courfeyrac runs on, flinging out the words with frighteningly precise ennunciation, even as his tongue’s going a mile a minute. “It doesn’t take any kind of social acumen to recognize when something you want to say might hurt someone–it just takes a little bit of logic and enough caring to actually stop and think about the facts.”
Unspoken: Combeferre literally has a master’s degree in logic. Combeferre is a slave to logic. Combeferre is the one who is constantly pleading with Enjolras and Courfeyrac to stop and think about the facts.
Unspoken: Combeferre doesn’t care about Courfeyrac.
It’s not true, Combeferre’s brain protests–and yet it’s where all the facts are pointing. Given what’s gone down this evening, the logical conclusion is that Combeferre is a selfish bastard who likes people only for how they benefit him and doesn’t actually give a shit about Courfeyrac’s feelings.
And Combeferre is a slave to logic.
He turns away, and the door slams behind him and he can still hear Courfeyrac’s restless pacing around the room. And he knows Courfeyrac well enough to know to text Joly with the suggestion he and Bossuet drop by to channel Courfeyrac’s angry energy into something less destructive than what he’ll come up with on his own. He’s sent the text and received an affirmative reply (bless Joly, he doesn’t ask what happened), and has already let himself out of the apartment before he realizes that he’s once again proved that he knows Courfeyrac so well.
He really has no excuse.
As he turns up his collar against the cold, spitting rain that feels more like November than April, it occurs to him that he might also be being a little overdramatic, about the whole thing. He said something shitty; now, twenty minutes later, he’s come to the conclusion that he’s an inhuman wretch with a rotted-out soul who’s probably going to die alone and deserve it. It pains him to realize that that part of his personality is a fairly recent grafting, courtesy of Courfeyrac.
Courfeyrac and Combeferre! :)
- who steals french fries off the other’s plate
Courfeyrac, of course.- who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple
Maybe Courfeyrac in the right company, but mostly they just both look bemused.- who has to bust or bail the other out of jail
Like Jehan and Bahorel, they’re probably there together, but… you know, I’m going to go with Courfeyrac. I think he’s the stealth dadfriend, in bed by ten while Enjolras lures Combeferre into smuggling treasonous pamphlets in the middle of the night.- who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues
Combeferre doesn’t have time for dating (imo), and Courfeyrac doesn’t trust Combeferre’s advice.- who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes
Courfeyrac. Combeferre pretends it’s not happening.- who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk
Courfeyrac.- who starts and who wins the pillow fights
Courfeyrac starts them, Combeferre amasses far wider array of weapons (bed pillows, couch cushions, throw pillows) and is more technical in his methods, and so wins.- who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush
Combeferre. Everyone except Courfeyrac is stunned.
Right, so I found that delicious barricade build photo larger, and oh, how in love with this crop from it am I, exactly? My love is boundless. I cropped to this part of it because, well, a) Combeferre; b) Courfeyrac; but probably most important, c) Courfeyrac, you tiny growling muffin of delight and revolutionary fervor, one could surmise from this photo that you seem to have successfully—if thankfully just slightly, though also clearly quite painfully—injured Combeferre with your chair heave, and once the bruising and swelling go down on the bridge of Combeferre’s magnificent nose—a nose which nearly missed being historic— there are going to be repercussions.
how about combeferre in a pacific rim au haven’t seen one of those in a while
“You know, most Mission Control techs don’t have to deal with their pilots bickering with each other while in the drift. I mean, I know it’s an amazing phenomena and yes Joly and I are fascinated at how you two can manage to act in perfect synchronicity and carry on an argument at the same time, it’s a goldmine for our research. I’m just saying. Most Mission Control techs don’t have to deal with this shit.” Combeferre takes a sip of his coffee and sits back, waiting.
Courfeyrac’s answer is a little delayed, as it always is when he’s drifting, but the glint of laughter is still there: “You know you love it.”
He makes sure the com is on mute before muttering, “I do.”
Mint is a weird flavour, how can something taste like cold?
Menthol, a chemical found in mint leaves, activates the same ion-channel protein in your nerves as a drop in temperature, causing the same sensation.
Nerd.
I’m pretty much always up for sick!fic or hurt/comfort. ^_^ And I’m kind of in the mood for some with Courfeyrac on the being comforted end with Enjolras / Feuilly / Combeferre / Comfort-giver of your choice? ^_^
I looove h/c you know I do. 😉
“No..!” Courfeyrac whined through his painfully rough throat, watching from the couch as Combeferre began unbuttoning his coat. “No. You’re not staying. Go, please. Pretty please?”
Combeferre stared down at him, unimpressed.
“I am staying, though. I’m going to take care of you,” he said it like he said everything else; as if it was fact, pure and simple fact, and he was slightly shocked, if not offended, that Courfeyrac would even doubt it.
Courfeyrac shook his head as much as his sore muscles and his position, lying on his side, would allow. It hurt, and he felt sick. He could breathe easier now, but his limbs felt like lead and his heart like a heavy, ugly stone between his ribs. He knew it would feel this way for at least a couple of days, days he’d rather spend sleeping, hiding from the world, pretending he didn’t have to exist. He didn’t feel like arguing. He especially didn’t feel like arguing with Combeferre.
“You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks,” Courfeyrac murmured, trying to will his eyes dry so he could meet his friend’s gaze. “Go and enjoy it. Please. For me?”
His begging – his sad, pathetic begging – had no effect.
“I’d rather spend the night with you,” Combeferre said, voice soft and steady and utterly devoid of bitterness.
To be honest, Courfeyrac didn’t want to be alone either. it was a miracle Combeferre had decided to drop by before going to his show, because Courfeyrac didn’t think he had the energy to text – much less call – anyone else. But still. He couldn’t reconciliate keeping his friend from his plans, not at the last minute like this, not for something as useless and pathetic-
“You shouldn’t,” he laughed desperately, trying to sound a least close to normal. It didn’t work; a tear escaped from behind his eye and ran down his cheek, and his voice broke. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the way he knew Combeferre would look at him. “I’m no fun at all like this.”
He felt the cushion of the couch dip as Combeferre sat down next to him. Good, Courfeyrac thought. Maybe the cushion would keep dipping and dipping and swallow him whole until he could feel nothing and be nothing-
Warm, dry fingers started threading through his hair, gently messaging his scalp.
“I don’t care,” Combeferre’s tone was as steady and no-nonsense as ever and Courfeyrac felt himself tear up again. “Courfeyrac. I really don’t care. I’m not your friend because you’re fun. Which you are, of course. But you being fun is not a condition for my friendship. It’s not why I love you. It’s not why we all love you.”
When Courfeyrac failed to respond after a moment, he continued, still running his long fingers through the dark curls.
“We love you because you’re you, Courfeyrac. You, as a person. Because you’re generous, and kind, and warm. Because you’re impulsive and stubborn, because you give us everything to make sure we’re happy, even when you aren’t happy yourself,” he reached down to kiss Courfeyrac’s cheek. “We love you for who you are, everything, good and bad. Alright? So I can leave you be tonight, if you’d rather be alone. But a night spent with you, especially when you need it, is never wasted. You’re never a waste of time. Never.”
“Combeferre,” Courfeyrac was crying in earnest now, hiding his face against Combeferre’s leg. “Thank you.”
“Do you want me to stay?” Courfeyrac could feel Combeferre’s smile, the quiet warmth radiating off it.
“Yeah. Yeah, please.”
“Good,” Combeferre squeezed his shoulder. “We can order something to eat then we can watch a DVD, would you like that?”
“I’d love that.”
EEEEEEEEEEEP. LOOK WHAT VE WROTE FOR ME. LOOK AT IT. 😀 TT^TT 😀 TT^TT 😀
This is so perfect and it’s exactly what I was looking for and you are the BEST. ^____________^ That is so nice of Combeferre to stay and so perfectly Courfeyrac to try to get him to leave anyway. And just… OH COURFEYRAC. TT^TT Always thinking of everyone else before himself and I CAN’T.
This is lovely and I wish I was more coherent but I LIKE THIS VERY MUCH, THANK YOU. ^_____________^
Alright *slams fist against my desk* I need Courfeyrac to be the badass he is okay. I love goofy puppy Courfeyrac as much as the rest of you, but I want to see the center, who feels everything so fiercely yell at the tv screen. I am done with Courfeyrac who doesn’t care about the Cause. I want to see Courfeyrac who plots with Enjolras and Combeferre into the wee hours of the night and Enjolras and Combeferre have to calm him down to get him to actually sleep.
I want Enjolras and Courfeyrac going behind Combeferre’s back to do something vaguely illegal because I am tired of Combeferre and Enjolras going behind courfeyrac’s back pretty much all the time.
I want to see Courfeyrac and Enjolras’ friendship and how much they care about each other. I want to see Courfeyrac getting mad at R for calling Enjolras heartless because he knows how much it hurts Enjolras to hear that from Grantaire of all people. I want High school AUs with Courfeyrac in detention every day after school because he was starting shit with Enjolras and doesn’t have the family connections to get out of trouble.
And I want to see Courfeyrac and Combeferre’s friendship outside of just shipping. I want to see Courfeyrac staying up during exam week with Combeferre making him coffee because he is a total enabler and quizzing with him because he knows it’s important. I want to see Courfeyrac yell at anyone who calls Combeferre a nerd in high school, and still do it in college when Combeferre shoots up almost a foot and bulks up from all the books he carries and is much bigger than Courfeyrac and can probably defend his own honor.
I love partying Courfeyrac and best friend ever courfeyrac but goddamn give me passionate Courfeyrac, who is impulsive and definitely didn’t think it through when he punched a senator in the jaw after he tried to dismiss Enjolras with a slur. Impulsive Courfeyrac who doesn’t study and sometimes to party but other times to drive across country to get to a rally he heard about.
I love all the comedic banter Courfeyrac but give me some angry crying courfeyrac, who is debating with someone, totally sobbing but not stopping for a second.
I love all courfeyrac but I am missing passionate Courfeyrac. We need more of that Courfeyrac.
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