Feuilly having a nice morning?:D (also I hope your trip goes really smoothly!)

somuchbetterthanthat:

Thank you i hope so too!!

It surprised Feuilly when he looked at his watch and realized that it was almost nine am already. He was not used to sleeping in or, indeed, to being wake up by the booming laughter of Bahorel rather than by his alarm clock and the radio. He opened his eyes, and startled when someone grabbed his arm and mumbled against him “not yet”

He glanced at his side. Courfeyrac, eyes still heavy with sleep, was nuzzling his shoulder. That’s when it hit Feuilly all over – he was in holidays. He was in Croatia, with his friends – there would be no work for the entire week, just a long list of museums and towns to visit, people to talk to, places to be amazed at.

He grinned and rose, ignoring Courfeyrac’s moan.

“Get up,” he said. “I’m sure everybody else will be waiting for us.”

“Liar,” muttered Courfeyrac, though he seemed less to reluctant to get up faced with Feuilly’s sudden enthusiasm. “You know Joly and Bossuet just like I do. They’ll sleep in.”

“But imagine the surprise of everybody if you come outside with me, so early,” Feuilly pointed out, and got out of the bed quickly, raising an eyebrow at Courfeyrac, who snorted. “Fine,” he said. “Go ahead, i’ll be right behind you.”

Feuilly was pretty sure Courfeyrac wouldn’t, but now that reality had settled in once more, he couldn’t wait. He got out of the little room they shared, and moved to where all the chatting seemed to come from, the terrasse. Outside, it was warm, and sunny, though there was just enough fresh air not to be uncomfortable. Enjolras, Bahorel, Jehan and Combeferre were all up. Grantaire was technically there too, though he seemed to be finishing his night against Jehan’s shoulder.

“Feuilly,” said Enjolras immediately. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Very,” said Feuilly. “Courfeyrac said he’d joined us soon. Are we waiting for everybody to be up to chose what we’re doing today? There’s the museum we saw when we arrived last night -”

“We have the maps and plans out,” said Combeferre.

“But first, breakfast,” said Bahorel firmly. “Sit down. Your enthusiasm will not be enough to sustain you. You need coffee and some pastries. Most important meal of the day, don’t forget”

“Yes mom,” said Feuilly fond and happy, and sat next to Enjolras, who took a sip of his coffee, and subtly offered him a guide book under the table as soon as Bahorel went back to discussing with Jehan.

♢ courfeyrac and feuilly?

takethewatch:

It’s been raining all afternoon, and
showing no signs of letting up, but that’s all right.  Saturday was a
busy day–putting in the garden, grocery shopping, laundry, running
errands, scouring the little thrift shops in the suburbs for the
perfect end table–but today there’s nothing urgently hanging over
them.  They can afford to spend the gray, sleepy day on the couch,
reading and watching movies and drawing.  And the newly planted
tomatoes need the water.

Feuilly’s half-asleep, their
paperback slipping from their hands to rest against their chest,
their head pillowed against Courfeyrac’s shoulder, when they feel the
soft touch of lips against their temple.  Struggling to blink their
eyes open, they turn to look up at Courfeyrac.

“Sorry,” Courfeyrac
whispers.  "I didn’t mean to wake you up.  I just.  This is so
nice and cozy and I love you a lot and–“  He doesn’t need to
finish the sentence.  Feuilly knows that Courfeyrac’s most natural
way of showing affection is through touch; that sometimes his love
for his friends just wells up and he has to hug or kiss or caress.
They know–without having to go through that whole discussion again–that
it doesn’t Mean Anything.

But at the same time it means
everything Feuilly could ever want and more.  They smile sleepily up at
Courfeyrac, then settle back against his shoulder, their eyes
slipping closed again.

Courfeyrac and Feuilly, “Shit, are you bleeding?!” or “You don’t have to stay.”

eirenical:

I Have Come To Sleep With You (2550 words) — Read on [AO3] [ff.net]

Four blocks from the barricade, Feuilly finally stopped his headlong flight, arrested by a shortness of breath from a wound left behind by a bullet that had had his own name written upon it… and by a query so
softly voiced that he almost believed he had imagined it until he heard
it again.

“You are bleeding.”  A short pause.  "I believe you are wounded, my
friend.“  Another pause.  A wet laugh.  "You and I are a matched set, I
fear.  Come.  Sit with me, awhile.  Rest.  You are always racing about.
A force not to be—”  A harsh cough.  "—stopped.  It is why Enjolras
admires you so.“

February 20, 2015: Written for an angst meme on tumblr for takethewatch’s prompt: Courfeyrac and Feuilly, “Shit, are you bleeding?!” or “You don’t have to stay.” I ended up using both. You wanted angst? You’ve GOT angst. XD Enjoy? ;D

(Seriously, I’m not kidding about the Major Character Death thing. This is a canon era barricade fic. O_o;;; Sorry.)

Fandom: Les Misérables – All Media Types, Les Misérables – Victor Hugo
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Courfeyrac & Feuilly
Characters: Feuilly (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables)
Additional Tags: Canon Era, On The Barricade, Not Kidding About That Major Character Death Warning, Angst, Despair
Series: Part 3 of Tumblr Prompt Meme

I have nothing new to offer for Barricade Day this year.  Unless I manage to write something when I get home tonight, which is highly unlikely.  So, in lieu of new things, how about I just reblog all of my old canon era stuff?  Most of which is horrifically angsty?  Sound good?  Y/Y?  ^_^

Courfeyrac and Feuilly (from whichever POV you like) — 31. things you said right before goodbye (+/- the one that came right before it because that seems like a potential recipe for major angst and I’m in that kind of a mood? ^_~)

takethewatch:

30. things I wish you’d said
31. things you said right before goodbye

“Goodbye.”

He closes the door behind him, and there’s not anything Courfeyrac can do to stop him.

* * *

“This isn’t me.”

He says it so quietly Courfeyrac almost doesn’t catch the words–wouldn’t have heard them at all, if he hadn’t been so intently focused on observing Feuilly, of trying to figure out what it is that’s broken in him and how to fix it.  Feuilly knows as much; knows he should be grateful to have someone who cares enough to listen to him like that.  But for once in his life, it’s not enough.

“What do you mean?” Courfeyrac asks him.

Feuilly shakes his head.  “You didn’t know me before … before all of this.  I wasn’t such a wreck, I wasn’t dangerous to the people around me.  I was–useful.”  Real.

“This fight has changed us all,” Courfeyrac tells him.  “I’m very different from how I was before.  That doesn’t mean I’m not the same person.  You may have changed, Feuilly, but you’re still yourself.”

“Well, then I hate myself,” Feuilly says flatly, and won’t let himself flinch under the sorrow that floods Courfeyrac’s eyes.  “I have to get away from here.”

Let me come with you.

“Don’t go,” Courfeyrac pleads.  “Not right away.  Think it over another few days.  Talk it over with Enjolras, with Combeferre.  They’ll have better ideas than me, I’m sure.  They’ll know what to do.”

A shiver of nausea runs through Feuilly at the thought of Combeferre picking apart his neuroses, of Enjolras knowing just how deep the rot goes in his spirit.  Doesn’t Courfeyrac know he’s the only person alive that Feuilly would dare tell even this much?

It’s not Combeferre’s philosophizing or Enjolras’s blinding hope he needs.  He knows what he needs, but he doesn’t deserve it.  He holds himself back from asking.

“One night?” Courfeyrac begs.  “Please, Feuilly.”

It’s okay to be afraid.

Feuilly shakes his head.  “Goodbye.”

He closes the door behind him, and Courfeyrac could have stopped him but he didn’t know the right words.

OMG, KAT.  😀  That was EXACTLY AS ANGSTY AS I WAS HOPING FOR AND YOU ARE THE BEST.  *_*

(Only, DAMN it, now I want to know more about this au!  XD  I LOVE THIS.  I honestly can’t words very well right now because I’m deep in grading hell, but seriously I LOVE THIS.  *_*  I hope my capslocky flailing is enough to convey that.  ;D)

80.

reysaglass:

Feuilly didn’t notice the weight he carried around until he met Courfeyrac and felt light for the first time.  

There was a contagious sort of buoyancy to the talkative gentleman that lifted Feuilly from himself as easily as if he were driftwood borne on saltwater.  He never quite forgot the things that weighed him down, but they instantly became easier to bear in Courfeyrac’s presence, the way stones become easier to carry as you walk with them into the sea.  

And that was what Courfeyrac was, Feuilly decided.  A crystalline sea, simultaneously strong and pliant, whose laughter built and broke in waves.  Waves that, Feuilly knew, would slowly erode the heaviness within him, if he stayed by Courfeyrac’s side long enough.

Feuilly wasn’t sure if he deserved that, but he decided, watching laughter lines crinkle at the edges of Courfeyrac’s eyes, that he would try to, nonetheless.  He would try to swim in this sweetness for as long as he could, and he would try, with all his might, not to drag them both down.

I’m on mobile, so I can’t coy and paste, but Courfeyrac and Feuilly for the ‘one reacting to the other crying about something’ one, please? ^_^

takethewatch:

so after weeks of procrastinating I FINALLY got past my block of ‘this is my favorite pairing and my favorite trope OMG i have to write the perfect drabble’ and managed to write something for the prompt.  sorry about the delay!

This is sort of a spin-off of Vé @thecoffeetragedy‘s Hogwarts AU where Feuilly is a werewolf (although with the details different, I think–in this he’s only been a werewolf at all for a few months).  I hope you don’t mind me writing about your AU, it’s just a very compelling scenario and I can’t stop thinking about it!

This is also on AO3 if you’d rather read it there.

The sun was already too low in the sky to shine directly through the windows of Ravenclaw tower by the time Feuilly woke up.  Courfeyrac sat up at the first sign of him stirring, his quill and the essay he was supposedly writing falling unnoticed to the floor, and leaned forward eagerly, propping his elbows on his knees.  Feuilly’s eyelids fluttered, but it was a few more minutes before his woke up properly, blinking at his surroundings like he wasn’t quite sure where he was.

“Ravenclaw dormitory,” Courfeyrac supplied.  “You’re safe at Hogwarts, nobody found out, and it’s almost dinnertime on the first day after the full moon.”

Feuilly’s eyes fell closed and he slowly let his breath out.  Courfeyrac squeezed his hand and saw a little more of the tension slide off of his face.

Keep reading

80.

reysaglass:

Feuilly didn’t notice the weight he carried around until he met Courfeyrac and felt light for the first time.  

There was a contagious sort of buoyancy to the talkative gentleman that lifted Feuilly from himself as easily as if he were driftwood borne on saltwater.  He never quite forgot the things that weighed him down, but they instantly became easier to bear in Courfeyrac’s presence, the way stones become easier to carry as you walk with them into the sea.  

And that was what Courfeyrac was, Feuilly decided.  A crystalline sea, simultaneously strong and pliant, whose laughter built and broke in waves.  Waves that, Feuilly knew, would slowly erode the heaviness within him, if he stayed by Courfeyrac’s side long enough.

Feuilly wasn’t sure if he deserved that, but he decided, watching laughter lines crinkle at the edges of Courfeyrac’s eyes, that he would try to, nonetheless.  He would try to swim in this sweetness for as long as he could, and he would try, with all his might, not to drag them both down.