lesmis–atthebarricade:

Courfeyrac just turns to Enjolras and Combeferre and lifts his hand up like “What the fuck” in response to Grantaire

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Courfeyrac and M for the letter meme? ^_^

aporeticelenchus:


M. When it rains/snows/storms. 

Marius feels a thrill of apprehension as he hears a knocking
at his door over the howling of the wind. It isn’t a storm yet, not truly, but
neither is it a night to be about without business. And what business would
anyone have with him? Not a visitor then – perhaps a neighbor? That thought
does little to quiet Marius’ concerns, given what little he’s seen of them.

But when he opens his door, he finds the ever-smiling face
of Courfeyrac, soaked through and holding out a coat and umbrella – both
miraculously no more than damp.

“Ah, I am delighted to find you at home!” declares
Courfeyrac. “I doubt I’ll be back this way today if I can help it. I was
passing through on my way to visit some associates and wished to pay my
respects.”

“Some…associates,” says Marius, doubtfully.

Courfeyrac waves a hand in dismissal of the implied
question, sending drops of rain flying. “I must introduce you soon – but never
mind that. I have discovered that this coat is the wrong color for me, and the
cut unflattering. But it would favor you – your build is more classical than
mine and your coloring a match for darker shades. Won’t you take it and spare
me the trouble of throwing it away?”

“I don’t want charity,” says Marius firmly. He may be cold,
and his old coat nearly as full of holes as his rooms are, but he stands on
that. He catches himself looking longingly at the proffered coat and umbrella
and makes himself look Courfeyrac in the face instead.

“Don’t call it charity,” says Courfeyrac mildly, “it’s no
more than a small favor to me if you take it. I do hate to waste such nice
fabric. And if you want to make the favor double, you may aid me by taking this
umbrella before my friends see it. They will tease me mercilessly.

Marius isn’t sure he believes him, but he takes the coat and
umbrella anyway, already feeling a little warmer for reasons he can’t explain.

I AM 100% OK WITH THIS TURNING INTO A CM FIC. 😀  And, AW, Courfeyrac, how utterly transparent can you be??  ^______^  AWWWWWW.  Seriously, everything about this made me smile.  Thank you!!

edwarddespard:

edwarddespard:

mademoisellepoupee:

edwarddespard:

Okay…I’m still fiddling with all the lighting effects and this is a rush job of a couple of hours, but fwiw…

“June 6, 1842”

Wait, is this Marius and Courfeyrac? =*((((((

Forgotten this one! But yes, Marius and Courfeyrac.

Reblog from long ago. 

♗ for Marius & Courfeyrac (platonically if possible?)

thecoffeetragedy:

thecoffeetragedy:

♙:Sharing a bed…

EDIT: so I realised the font was too small and my crappy eyes made a mistake, this wasn’t the prompt you picked. I’m sorry. ;-;

Marius hadn’t really been sleeping; he had been in bed, and his eyes had been closed, but unfortunately, the images he had been projecting on the inside of his eyelids had been a little too flat, not quite bright enough to be dreams.

If he’d been asleep, he certainly would have awoken when he heard the floorboards creak as Courfeyrac moved towards his bed – no, as Courfeyrac sat on his bed. No, lie. On Marius’ bed, above the covers.

“Courfeyrac?” Marius called, alarmed.

“Don’t worry, my friend,” Courfeyrac was laughing, but it was a pitiful sound, wet and weak and broken. “I am quite dressed. Don’t worry.”

The autumn night was too dark for Marius to see anything; nevertheless, he turned around, pushing his friend slightly.

“Just get under the covers. It’s cold and you’re freezing.”

Marius’s bed was barely large enough for one man, let alone two, especially considering Courfeyrac’s sturdier build. But somehow, this Courfeyrac felt so much smaller than the man Marius had befriended.

“Thank you, Marius,” Courfeyrac said, and he sounded like he was trying to smile. “Really.”

Marius bought a hand to his friend’s shaking arm. He hoped it was reassuring – he wasn’t sure what had scared Courfeyrac so much, though he had a vague idea. Battles, canons, friends injured, dying by his side. Enemies dying in front of his eyes. Marius suspected his own father had had similar nightmares. Had he ever shared them? Would Marius ever know? Marius’ father had never been able to talk about what he had seen with his son, but perhaps Courfeyrac would feel better after voicing his own demons.

Still, it took Marius nearly five minutes to ask.

“Do, uh. Do you want to talk…? I mean. I’m here.“

But Courfeyrac was already snoring softly, knees curled up against Marius’s side.

#les miserables #courfeyrac #marius pontmercy #courfeyrac & marius #other people’s fic #fic recs#emotional hurt comfort #*squeaks!!* #*VERY LOUDLY IN FACT* #*rolls around on the floor making gleeful inarticulate noises* #THIS IS EVERYTHING I LOVE ABOUT THE TWO OF THEM #so caring of each other but so awkward#needing each other but SO AWKWARD #and i love that courfeyrac is awkward in this moment too #because it highlights so well how out of his depth marius is #because without courfeyrac able to be the emotionally strong one he flounders SO HARD #omg you precious bbs #^_____________^ #also YES #COURFEYRAC WITH NIGHTMARES ABOUT THE 1830 BARRICADES #nuuuuuuuuu #come here let me cuddle you #TT^TT #I LOVE THAT#^____________^ #anyway #i’ll stop now #^_^ #queue you hear the people sing?

( @eirenical)

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT! whenever I write Courfeyrac I think of you honestly and I’m glad you approve ❤ ❤ 

Awwwwwww.  ^________^  Thank you!  And YES.  You captured them SO WELL in this!  And also, because I forgot to mention…

“Courfeyrac?” Marius called, alarmed.

“Don’t worry, my
friend,” Courfeyrac was laughing, but it was a pitiful sound, wet and
weak and broken. “I am quite dressed. Don’t worry.”

OMG, MARIUS, I CAN’T WITH YOU.  XD  And I love that Courfeyrac knew RIGHT AWAY that that’s what had Marius concerned.  OMG, you precious bbs, I CAN’T.  XD

♗ for Marius & Courfeyrac (platonically if possible?)

thecoffeetragedy:

♙:Sharing a bed…

EDIT: so I realised the font was too small and my crappy eyes made a mistake, this wasn’t the prompt you picked. I’m sorry. ;-;

Marius hadn’t really been sleeping; he had been in bed, and his eyes had been closed, but unfortunately, the images he had been projecting on the inside of his eyelids had been a little too flat, not quite bright enough to be dreams.

If he’d been asleep, he certainly would have awoken when he heard the floorboards creak as Courfeyrac moved towards his bed – no, as Courfeyrac sat on his bed. No, lie. On Marius’ bed, above the covers.

“Courfeyrac?” Marius called, alarmed.

“Don’t worry, my friend,” Courfeyrac was laughing, but it was a pitiful sound, wet and weak and broken. “I am quite dressed. Don’t worry.”

The autumn night was too dark for Marius to see anything; nevertheless, he turned around, pushing his friend slightly.

“Just get under the covers. It’s cold and you’re freezing.”

Marius’s bed was barely large enough for one man, let alone two, especially considering Courfeyrac’s sturdier build. But somehow, this Courfeyrac felt so much smaller than the man Marius had befriended.

“Thank you, Marius,” Courfeyrac said, and he sounded like he was trying to smile. “Really.”

Marius bought a hand to his friend’s shaking arm. He hoped it was reassuring – he wasn’t sure what had scared Courfeyrac so much, though he had a vague idea. Battles, canons, friends injured, dying by his side. Enemies dying in front of his eyes. Marius suspected his own father had had similar nightmares. Had he ever shared them? Would Marius ever know? Marius’ father had never been able to talk about what he had seen with his son, but perhaps Courfeyrac would feel better after voicing his own demons.

Still, it took Marius nearly five minutes to ask.

“Do, uh. Do you want to talk…? I mean. I’m here.“

But Courfeyrac was already snoring softly, knees curled up against Marius’s side.

Courfeyrac: You know how everybody has a voice inside them that tells them how they are? Mine goes like this: “Hey, Courf, you’re awesome no matter what anybody says, you’re so beautiful and bold and strong and no matter what you can do anything.”
Marius: The voice inside my head just says, “Wine and cheeses are not a meal.”

michellicopter:

i’m sure that’s the first time he’s heard that one, courf