and combeferre

actualplanetpluto  asked:

I can't breathe with courferre?

Oh grim the humble angst request that plagues the sweet Courferre shipper </3

The song was soft and sweet and romantic, and exactly the kind of music you’d expect to play at Marius and Cosette’s wedding.

This was where Courfeyrac usually lived, all these people, all of his friends, the happy energy, the dancing.

But the reasons that Courfeyrac would usually thrive were also the exact reasons the he was currently standing, frozen to the spot, the champagne glass in his hand held so tightly that it was a wonder it hadn’t cracked.

He was here, and of course he looked so beautiful. Of course he was graceful and wonderful. And of course- he was dancing with somebody else.

He should have known better than to plan things out in his head. They rarely played out the way he wanted them too. 

He had imagined it a million times- the soft and romantic lighting, the fairy lights twinkling above them as the first song played. Extending a hand to him, jokingly at first, but once they came together, entwined in a slow dance, he would finally see Courfeyrac the way he always saw him.

He couldn’t bare it anymore. His fantasy scene was playing out perfectly, but it had left him behind as a spectator, not the star. Courfeyrac stumbled past a group of giggling guests, his feet carrying him away.

“Where are you going.” Somebody called out to him.

“I just need some air.” Is what Courfeyrac said. I can’t breathe is what he thought.

Combeferre had came to the wedding, dashing and lovely. He’d danced with somebody close and fallen in love to the sway of a romantic song- but he hadn’t done any of it with Courfeyrac.

anonymous asked:

Can you make a funny one of the "I'm pregnant" one with enjoltaire or courferre

Let’s go for Courferre!

Combeferre let himself fall back onto Courfeyrac’s bed with a sigh and patted his stomach.

“I’m pregnant, mon coeur. It’s a food baby, congratulations.”

Courfeyrac laughed and sat on the side of the bed. It was far too small for him to lie next to Combeferre. He didn’t remember his childhood bedroom to be so cramped. The bed looked ridiculously tiny with Combeferre on it. Her mother had even kept his embarrassing New York City themed bedcloths. Surely because they were still serviceable, and his mother never threw anything away.

“Told you. If my mother lets you leave her table without an indigestion, she doesn’t like you.”

“She must like me very very very much, then.”

Combeferre winced as Courfeyrac poked his rounded belly.

“Back off, I’m about to explode. It’s just… She looked so happy everytime she got to refill my plate, I couldn’t say no!”

“It’s okay, I’ll roll you out of bed tomorrow,” Courfeyrac teased. “Maybe she can finish you with some ensaimadas for breakfast.”

“Please don’t mention food or I’m going to throw up. I was just trying to make a good first impression.”

Courfeyrac smiled and pressed a kiss against his boyfriend’s forehead.

“I know you did. You did great, I promise.”

“I’m just-I’m just going to nap, okay? Until my body can function again.”

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les mis moments that break my heart: 1/?

combeferre, bahorel & the rest of les amis trying to stop courfeyrac going after gavroche