I was having a rotten day (still am), so I thought maybe tackling one of these might put me in a better mood?
Anyway, this ficlet lives in the future of my Fais de Beaux Rêves series. You don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on, you just need to know this: Feuilly has a foster sister (Tania), who he is still close to and he and (an aro/ace) Courfeyrac have a lovely little queerplatonic relationship going on. Enjoy? ^_^
Feuilly reached up to pull at his bow tie. He was pretty sure that the knot was supposed to be at the base of his throat, but given what a difficult time he was having swallowing around it, it felt like it was in his throat, instead. He’d never worn a bow tie before, couldn’t have imagined a circumstance in his life that would have required it, but here he was. In a bow tie. And a tux. With a chapel full of people just outside the doors and absolutely *certain* that he was going to royally fuck up.
Just as Feuilly was reaching up to pull on the bowtie, yet again, another’s hand reached out and covered his own before gently pulling it away. A soft “tsk, tsk” noise came from somewhere over his right shoulder. A moment later that other hand returned with its twin and reached up to loosen the bow tie just enough so that Feuilly could breathe, then proceeded to smooth the lay of his shirt and the lapels of his coat.
AW. I’m glad you still enjoy them! ^_^ I love the relationship they have in this universe, too. I always really enjoy writing them. I love envisioning that they can have a happily ever after, even if it doesn’t look like everyone else’s happily ever after, you know? ^_^