so in honor of ginger’s birthday (and at hayley’s request), i’m posting the beginning of what was supposed to be her birthday fic last year. i doubt i’ll ever finish it at this point, because the fandom has sort of killed my enthusiasm for writing for les mis, but i’m kind of proud of this, so i’m posting it anyway.
you’re welcome to headcanon that marius is wearing lingerie throughout if you’d like ;)
falling in love with marius pontmercy was not a part of the plan.
not that courfeyrac does plans, generally speaking, not unless they’re absolutely necessary—and even then, he prefers to leave the details up to combeferre.
but if he’d had a plan, falling in love with marius pontmercy definitely would not have been a part of it.
* * *
the first time he meets marius, dating the kid is the last thing on courfeyrac’s mind. he’s on his way home from class, cutting across the giant grass lawn in the middle of east campus, humming miley’s newest song, when he nearly runs into someone.
"someone" turns out to be a tall, gangly kid with a shock of ginger hair who immediately starts apologizing at length and honestly looks close to tears. he’s holding a giant duffel bag and wearing a backpack, and the dark circles under his eyes suggest that he hasn’t had a decent night of sleep in several days.
he looks so damn apologetic and puppy-like, and courfeyrac has always had a soft spot for strays.
"come on," he says cheerfully, putting a hand on the kid’s shoulder and steering him in the direction of the campus coffee shop. "let’s get you some coffee and a muffin. muffins make everything better."
two caramel macchiattos and three chocolate chip muffins later, marius really has cried, and courfeyrac very nearly cries himself.
"i have no idea what i’m going to do," marius sighs, slurping down the last sip of his drink. "i can’t afford to move into campus housing. i don’t even think i can afford a shitty apartment. i’m a freshman. i don’t even know anyone who could let me crash on their couch."
"i have a spare bedroom," courfeyrac volunteers. he’s not even thinking when the words pop out, but when he sees marius’ face light up, he’s glad he offered.
"really? i mean i couldn’t …"
courfeyrac beams at him. “of course you can. once you find a job, it would be awesome if you could kick in for groceries and rent, but no pressure.”
"positive," courfeyrac tells him, and when he sees the way marius smiles in response, he knows he’s made the right decision.
* * *
as it turns out, marius is an ideal roommate. by this point in his college career, courfeyrac has shuffled through most of his friends as roommates, and while some have been better than others, none has been the perfect fit. combeferre is too quiet, bahorel too loud. enjolras keeps strange hours and sometimes exists only on coffee for days at a time. joly and bossuet … well, courfeyrac is far from being averse to threesomes, but he doesn’t want to walk in on them constantly.
marius is perfect.
it’s not until they’ve been living together for several months that courfeyrac realizes just how perfect.
* * *
"that," courfeyrac laughs, stumbling through the apartment door with marius’ skinny arm slung around his neck, "was a hell of a party. i mean, who knew enjolras could dance like that? or ever would?"
"i dunno," marius slurs, the weight of his body heavy and warm against courfeyrac’s side as they make their way to the couch. "i’m drunk."
"you’re very drunk," courfeyrac agrees, nestling into the corner of the couch and allowing marius to lean his head against his shoulder. it’s one of his favorite things about marius—his roommate is just as physically affectionate as he is, and it’s not unusual for the two of them to wind up sprawled across each other on the couch, watching movies or doing homework.
marius nods. “drunk. and sleepy. and cuddly.”
he wriggles a little closer to courfeyrac, and courf finds himself tilting his face towards marius. the other man’s breath is sharp with the scent of alcohol, but when their lips touch, it’s surprisingly sweet.
courfeyrac makes a small noise of surprise, but his hand drifts up to rest against marius’ neck, and he suddenly realizes just how much he’s been waiting for this moment. it only lasts for a few seconds, but when marius pulls away, he’s smiling sleepily, and courfeyrac knows he is too.
"g’night, courf," marius mumbles, burrowing back into courfeyrac’s shoulder and promptly falling asleep.
courfeyrac follows soon after him, a smile on his face.