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!!

enjols:

ok but consider:

-ferre coming home after a long day at the library and just plopping down at the dining table and taking off his glasses

-while he’s rubbing his eyes tiredly courf cleans his glasses on his own shirt and is, at the same time, super heart-eyes about sleepy ferre

-when ferre’s done he just automatically leans forward to get his glasses back

-ferre’s eyes are still half closed but there’s a silly half smile on his face and he looks so endearing so ofc courf’s heart starts fluttering

-but he places the glasses back on ferre ever so gently and pecks him on the nose and they both start giggling like the nerds they are

awkward flirting pre relationship courferre is my life okay (u can take this as a prompt or not hehe)

marthas-feral-cat:

The thing is they’ve both tried flirting with each other for TWO MOTHER F**KING YEARS and neither of them gets that the other is flirting.

It started off really subtle.

Combeferre took a picture of a sunflower and sent it to Courfeyrac with the caption [found you in my garden :)].

Courfeyrac went to a nature museum without Combeferre but sent him a picture of a cool-looking moth with the caption [you ;)].

Combeferre called him minutes later, “YOU WENT TO THE MUSEUM WITHOUT ME!!!”

Courfeyrac faceplams. He knew he’d have to take it a step further…at this point they both did.

Courfeyrac stole Combeferre’s glasses to mess with him one day.

“Come on, Courf, give them back! I can’t see shit!” Ferre groaned.

“Why should I?” Courf asked.

“Because I can’t admire that beautiful face of yours without them,” Ferre replied.

Now any normal person would’ve taken that as blatant flirtation, not Courf. He just thought Ferre was trying to sweet talk him into returning his glasses (it totally worked though).

Ferre wasn’t sure if he was happy to have his glasses back, or upset that Courf still didn’t get it.

 Then there was the time that Combeferre texted him late at night telling him to go to sleep because he just knew Courf was awake worrying about an exam.

[Courf, go to sleep. You’re gonna do fine on this test. Stop worrying and get some rest or so help me I will some over there]

[And what’ll u do 2 me when u get here? ;)]

[Kill you for working yourself up like this. Courfeyrac, you are smarter than you think and you’re gonna do great on this exam. Go to sleep for me?]

[Yes, mom]

Combeferre is lying in his bed thinking, ‘He really doesn’t know by now that he’s amazing and I love him?’

Courfeyrac is lying in his bed thinking, ‘I just basically asked him if he wanted to have sex with me and he told me to go to sleep.’

This calls for drastic measures.

Courf actually straight up said, “Cute ass, Ferre,” as Ferre bent over to pick something up.

And Ferre just replied, “Thanks, Courf.”

Like he wasn’t even phased.

Ferre sends him the link to the song “You’re My Best Friend” by Queen because Ferre loves Queen and says, [Reminds me of you.]

Courfeyrac LISTENS TO THE SONG then types back [Aaawww Ferre! Ur my best friend 2!!!]

Ferre audible groans and almost throws his phone across the room. He immediately texts Enjolras (who’s literally two rooms over, but Ferre doesn’t feel like walking)

[Can you believe this? I sent him a LOVE song and said it reminded me of him and he still doesn’t get it! How can I flirt more obviously than that?!]

[Uuuummm Ferre?]

He looked at the top of his screen and saw Courf’s name, and immediately panicked. Another text came through before he reposnded.

[UR flirting with me????]

Ferre shrugs and types [Yep, have been for two years, thanks for noticing]

There’s no response, instead his phone starts ringing, it’s Courf.

“Hello?”

Courf can barely speak he’s laughing so hard, “We’re idiots, both of us are idiots!”

“What?”

“I’ve been flirting with you, too, dumbass!”

“You….wait….that was?…oh my god we are idiots!”

“I can’t believe this.”

“Come over and we can actually talk about this, I’m hanging up now, idiot.”

Courfeyrac goes to Combeferre’s place and they do talk about it…they do much more than just talk.

je-suis-merde:

“I’m in love.” Courfeyrac rolled onto his back and draped his free arm over his eyes. “With the super hot, super brilliant, guy next door and I’m. Not. Allowed. To. Date. Him.”

or

Courfeyrac loses a bet, which means he’s not allowed to ask anyone out on a date for a month. And then he meets Combeferre.

@trenchcoatsandtimetravel‘s “The Guy Next Door

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.

lesmiserablol:

Y’all saw Fra’s tweets of his nieces painting his back with neon polka dots and scribbles and whatnot a few days ago right? 

Consider Courf inviting Ferre over to his parents house for dinner one night, and all his siblings and their spouses and kids are there as well, and Courf has barely taken a step inside before he’s surrounded by several nieces and a nephew or two just begging to let him be their canvas (they painted on him once after he showed them his tattoo, and ever since then they’ve looooved painting on him) 

Courf quickly agrees and Ferre realizes what is happening a second too late. His mouth goes dry as he watches Courf take his shirt off, completely frozen in place. 

And Ferre has to deal with a shirtless Courfeyrac for an entire hour. It doesn’t help that Courf absolutely adores the kids and he’s so great with them.

Ferre is practically swooning the whole time

Bahorel and Courfeyrac sharing a dessert? :D

pilferingapples:

Hee! Tête Brûlées!:D

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(there needs to be more of these two ramping each other up the Drama Action Curve  always)