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.
Tag: courfeyrac & feuilly
♢ courfeyrac and feuilly?
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.”
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? ^_~)
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.
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? ^_^
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.
80.
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.
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*
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
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
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