Can you do "you look great" with courfeyrac x Ferre, please?
The door behind Courfeyrac creaked open. Courfeyrac looked into the mirror, expecting Marius’ freckled face to show up in the reflection. Instead, Combeferre’s face appeared from behind the wooden panel. Courfeyrac’s heart leaped in his chest.
“No, no, no! You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony, it’s bad luck!”
There was nowhere to hide, and Combeferre was already standing in the middle of the room. His suit fitted him like a second skin. He’d always looked dapper in formal clothings, but that was something else entirely. Courfeyrac’s eyes fell on his pocket square, which matched the colour of his own suit, and tears welled up in his eyes. It was happening. It was really happening.
“The fiancés aren’t supposed to see each other before the ceremony,” Courfeyrac repeated, his throat tight, choking down an emotional sob.
“That’s straight nonsense,” Combeferre smiled softly.
He adjusted Courfeyrac’s tie, which didn’t need fixing, and looked at his fiancé from head to toe. So that was the suit. Courfeyrac had teased him a lot about it, telling him he’d only see it on The day. Combeferre never doubted Courfeyrac’s tastes. He knew what looked best on him, and that suit was proof of it. It really brought out his eyes. Combeferre couldn’t help but stare.
“You look great,” he eventually said with a shaky smile, his emotions doing weird things in his chest.
“I know,” Courfeyrac giggled, holding on to Combeferre’s arms. Their number one priority was not bursting into tears right there and then. “You’re-You’re so-”
“Shhhh. If you cry right, I’ll cry and we’ll never get before the priest in time.”
Courfeyrac nodded and wiped the corner of his eyes. He took a deep breath.
“Okay, okay. Enjolras is going to wonder where you are. It’d be a shame for him to lose one of the grooms.”
“See you there, okay?”
“I’ll be the one sobbing at the altar.”