I wanted to write another little ficlet for the big V-Day! I figured that, even if I don’t have a cute boyfriend Ferre sure does! So, here is my little fluffy Valentine’s Day ficlet for my lovelies Courf and Ferre!
Certain truths would always be instilled into
Combeferre’s mind. He loved his
friends. He adored his boyfriend,
Courfeyrac. He would always be there for
anyone that needed him, no matter the time or place. And he hated glitter.
Of course, he tolerated it because Courf had a minor
obsession with the stuff, and honestly when he got going it was actually
incredibly adorable. But it got EVERYWHERE. Which is why, when Valentine’s day came
around as it always did, Ferre tended to avoid their apartment as much as it
was humanly possible to do.
Valentine’s day was one of the four times of year that
Courf tended to go overboard, the other three being New Years, Christmas, and
Easter. Everyone got a handmade card…and
it was covered in glitter. He almost
felt the need to apologize in advance to his friends, but they knew. They always knew, and they always displayed
their cards in very obvious places, and Courf would beam with happiness
whenever he saw them.
Even Enjolras, whose hatred of glitter far outweighed
his own, put the cards on display (in plastic bags so the glitter didn’t
perform a hostile takeover). Then again,
he did live with Grantaire, who was also an artist, who probably also made a
ton of art related messes in their apartment – it was more than likely that he
just didn’t like the glitter because he already had a messy artist in his place
that he had to clean up after.
Regardless, the glitter had become a rather consistent
presence in his life, and despite his dislike, every time he found a piece of
it on him it made him grin because it reminded him of the man that he loved
with everything he had.
“Is everything ready, Jehan?” he asked quickly.
“Yes!” the redhead replied as he picked up several
bottles of glitter that Jehan had made especially for today. They were bottles that had been emptied,
modge-podged, dusted with glitter, and then sealed again with a note inside, a
little puzzle that Courf would have to put together before he got his
Valentine’s day present.
The poor guy had been
trying to plan his annual V-Day Party for weeks, but all of his friends had
told him they were already busy or had “conflicting schedules”, so he hadn’t
actually been able to plan a party.
Ferre on the other hand, had planned a party. All of their friends were busy setting up
(except for Jehan, Montparnasse, Bahorel and Feuilly, who were helping him keep
Courf distracted for the day), and that night would hopefully be one of the
best parties that Courf had never planned.
“Come on guys, tell me what’s going on!”
Ferre could hear Courf’s voice on the stairs and he
was grinning from ear to ear. Tonight
was the night. He could barely stand to
wait, wishing that he could just dash over and pull his best friend, his
boyfriend, into his arms and kiss him.
But he couldn’t. The waiting would
make this so much more worth it. More
footsteps, more whining from Courf…and then-
The words jumped out of his mouth, a wide grin
plastered onto his face at the sight of his wide-eyed, completely shocked
“What…?” he blinked.
“We planned a surprise Valentine’s Day party for you,
bud!” Grantaire chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Figured we’d save you some time and energy
“But…but I always…” Courf stammered, staring at Ferre
with disbelieving tears in his eyes. “You
did all this? Just for me?” he asked.
you and…kind of for me too…” he admitted as he walked over and tugged him into
the middle of the room. “Courfeyrac –
you and I have been through a whole hell of a lot together…”
“Yes, we have.” He said with a small frown, tipping
his head slightly as he looked up into Ferre’s eyes. “Are you okay, Ferre? You look really nervous…”
“I am.” He said, taking a deep breath and releasing it
slowly. “I am because…well…”
“Just say it, Ferre.” Enj hissed into his ear.
“Courf…” he said, dropping onto one knee and holding
up a small box. “Will you-AH!” he gasped
as Courf flung himself into his arms and kissed him deeply.
“Yes!” he squeaked happily, grinning from ear to
ear. “Yes I will marry you, you big
“I didn’t even get to ask!” he protested, though he
was grinning as well. “Are you…are you
sure, though?” he asked. “It’s a really
big commitment, I know, I just…I want to.” He said softly.
“Me too.” Courf said softly. “So, yes, Combeferre. I will marry you, and you are probably going
“Don’t.” Ferre said, pulling him into his arms and
holding him tight. “I will never regret
a single day that I get to hold you in my arms like this, or wake up next to
you, or even the glitter that seems to fall off of you like a second skin. You are mine, Courf, and I could never ever
Courf huffed with laughter and nodded, closing his
eyes. “Okay.” He said softly. “I believe you.” He murmured, then glared as
Grantaire burst into a fit of laughter. “Hey
bozo, you already pulled your sappy routine, let us be sappy.”
“I know, it’s just kind of adorable.” R said, throwing
his hands up in surrender. “You guys are
cute, okay? I said it. Now is this a party or what?” he asked, turning
on the stereo quickly before he pulled Enj into his arms to dance.
Ferre did the same, pulling Courf closer and hugging
him against his chest as he slid the small silver band onto his finger. “Happy Valentine’s day, baby.” He whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Ferre.” Courf smiled happily as he
danced with the man he loved on one of the happiest days of his life.
Do you not like hetalia anymore? Just wondering because you said you didn't want to associate your miss America with it 6w9
Oh!! I still like Hetalia, I just really dislike the fandom haha– I’ve become very attached to both Amy and Alice, and I’d hate to see the blog become popular at some point and have someone ruin it you know? Plus I feel like I’ve changed them so much to the point they don’t even seem like the Nyo characters anymore ( 〃．．)