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“I promise not to try and escape.”
Alec! Mermaid au
“I don’t think you will,” Ferre assured him, “I’ll stay with you, keep you company.”
Alec frowned and turned away shaking his head. He didn’t want to watch them anymore feeling what he imagined was their anxiety he pointed to the fish and then to the ocean far off
“We feed them and take care of them very well.”
After months of arguing with his parents, Prince Gabriel was finally allowed to attend university without guards or secret service or any pomp and circumstance. He wanted to be normal for once and he didn’t intend on sharing his identity with anyone. He arrived early and set up his half of the shared dorm room and then sat on the bed reading a book.
Courfeyrac had been so excited to go to university, he’d be independent, no longer under his father’s roof, and he could actually make friends who weren’t connected to his father. He opened the room to his new dorm and smiling at his new roommate. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Courfeyrac.”
He looked down for a moment and blushed. “Sorry, I just-“ He cut himself off, feeling embarrassed. “I’m just teslly enjoying it.”
“I am too,” Ferre laughed softly.
“We don’t have to do anything though.” He said quickly.
“Would you like to?”
He nodded slightly. “Yes, I would.”
“Me too,” Ferre nodded.
He looked at him for a moment before leaning forward to kiss him gently. “How do you want to do this?”
Ferre kissed back, “What do you prefer? I don’t remember how we did last night.”
“Neither do I.” He replied with a small laugh. “I usually bottom, but I’m happy to do whatever is easier for you.”
“Then we’ll do that,” Ferre nodded.
He nodded slightly and paused. “Let me go to my room, I have what we need to make sure we do this safely. Wait right here.”
Ferre nodded and let go of him, “Hurry back?”
“Of course.” He nodded, standing up and rushing out to his room, ignoring the fact he was completely naked.
Ferre watched biting his lip.
Courfeyrac got lube and a condom before going back to Combeferre’s room. “Here. Have you done this before? At least, that you remember?”
“Not that I remember, but it’s pretty intuitive I should think,” Ferre admitted.
He nodded slightly and climbed back onto the bed, suddenly feeling more nervous than when he’d left.
“I’ll do my best to be gentle if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“No, I’m not worried about that.” He said with a small smile. “I’m just worried about the fact we’re roommates and if this goes wrong… You know?”
“This can be casual if you’d like it to be…to start anyway,” Ferre offered.
“Okay.” He nodded, stroking his cheek gently. “I’d like that.”
“Alright then,” Ferre smiled.
He leant forward and kissed him gently. “I need to be stretched open first.”
“Then allow me?” Ferre kissed back.
He nodded slightly against his lips. “Please.”
Ferre took the lube and coated his fingers before gently pressing one into him.
Courfeyrac let out a soft moan and pressed back against his finger. “Oh god…”
“That was good I hope?”
“Very good.” He nodded.
“Good,” Ferre breathed.
Combeferre knelt before his prince, his lover, “The king is sending us to battle in the morning,” he finally built up the nerve to tell him, “The entire kings guard marches out at dawn.”
Courfeyrac froze at his words, looking at Combeferre with wide eyes as he shook his head. “No. No, no, you can’t.” He whispered hesitantly. “You can’t go, you can’t leave me.”
Courfeyrac pulled the blanket over himself and stared up at the ceiling.
The soldier ignored him and swung the sword with a grunt.
Enj came back and sat beside him on the bed, “I got you out of breakfast, but your father wants you for a meal at some point today.”
Ferre blocked even using one hand to clutch his wound he was able to take a swing at him.
“He’s going to be disappointed.” Courfeyrac mumbled. “I want to go look for Combeferre’s body.”
Combeferre’s sword sliced the soldier’s arm and he cried out in pain, raising his sword again to try and hit him.
“I cannot advise that, it’s likely in enemy territory.”
“Yield!” Ferre commanded and blocked swinging like a mad man.
“I need to see him.” He said quietly. “I just… I need to see him one last time. I want to know if he suffered. I want to give him his handkerchief back.”
“Never!” He shouted back, though the cut in his arm bled profusely.
“We can ride out first thing in the morning, before the rest of the palace is awake,” Enj finally nodded.
Ferre slashed and finally lunged forward burying his sword on the other’s stomach.
“Thank you Enj.” He whispered, turning to hug him tightly. “Thank you so much.”
The man gasped in pain before falling to the floor, dead.
Joly had spent the time preparing the needle and thread to stitch Combeferee up again. “Are they both dead?”
Enj hugged back closing his eyes and trying not to cry.
“I’ll slit their throats when we’re done to be safe,” Ferre sighed and sat waiting for the needle again.
Courfeyrac started to cry against his chest.
“Okay.” Joly said, handing him a rag again. “In case it hurts. Which it will.”
“We’ll find him, it’ll be ok,” Enj whispered.
Ferre put it in his mouth and bit down hard in anticipation.
“I want to give him the funeral he deserves.” He said, sobbing between words.
Joly started to sew the wound again, trying to be as quick as possible.
“I know,” Enj held him, stroking his hair. “We can bring a horse and cart with us to bring him home.”
Ferre grunted into the rag, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus on the fact that he was going home to his lover instead of going off to be tortured.
“Thank you.” He cried, clinging to him. “I-I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know how I’ll live without him.”
Joly worked quickly, tying off the last suture and packing away his things. “We should go. They’ll find us soon if we stay any longer.”
“One day at a time,” Enj sighed softly, “He would want you to be happy,” he added
Ferre unhitched the horses, “Let’s move then,” he mounted one carefully and waited for Joly to lead the way back.
“How can I be happy? He’s dead. The love of my life is dead!”
Joly got onto the other horse and started to move towards the kingdom Combeferre was from. “Thank you for letting me come with you.”
“I don’t mean now, or tomorrow, or even soon,” Enj held him tighter. “But he would want you to find happiness again, find love again, he wouldn’t want your life to end with his.”
“Of course, you saved my life, I’ll see to it you’re rewarded and honored for it,” Ferre told him.
Courfeyrac shook his head and stayed crying against Enjolras’ chest. “Not without him.”
“I appreciate that.” Joly replied. “I’m not from their kingdom. I was a medic at another kingdom but I was captured. They’ve been using me for my medical skills ever since, and they know I wouldn’t escape as I have an issue with my leg.”
“You can’t think that way,” Enj kept stroking his hair.
“Bastards,” Ferre grimaced, “I assure you there won’t be any capturing there, but the palace can always use more healers if you’re up to it.”
“I don’t know how else to think.” He whispered.
“I’ll always take a job.” He replied. “So… they mentioned the prince.”
“You’ll learn,” Enj assured him, sounding as though he’d been through it himself at some point.
“They did,” Ferre nodded. “And I wouldn’t have wanted to be used against him.”
“How do you know?” He asked, though the words have no bitterness to them.
“I don’t blame you for saying anything.” He told him. “They would’ve done anything to get even a piece of information on Prince Courfeyrac.”
“You’re not the only one who’s loved a soldier,” Enj smiled sadly.
“I never would’ve uttered a word.”
“What?” He whispered, pull away from him slightly to look at him.
“I know, I could tell.” Joly replied. “I have a lot of respect for that.”
“It was before we got close…someone very special to me was killed in battle.” Enj admitted.
“Thank you, and thank you for helping me get away before they started the torture.”
“Oh my… I’m so sorry.” He whispered. “I didn’t know.”
“Hey, we’re in this together.” Joly said. “I couldn’t stand by and watch them torture you for no reason.”
Enj hugged him tightly, “It gets easier I promise.”
“I really appreciate that,” Ferre chuckled softly.
He hugged him back just as tightly. “Can you tell me about him? If you’re okay to?”
“We should probably speed up a bit. We don’t wanna get caught.”
“He was rugged, handsome, a good lover, a good knight,” Enj smiled sadly.
“If you can keep up,” Ferre teased and nudged the horse to go faster.
“Ferre! Ferre! Cosette just called me!” Courfeyrac said with panic clear in his voice, running down the stairs to the living room. “She’s gone into labour! The baby’s coming!”
Ferre stood up and went over to him hugging him tightly, “We’re about to be dads! Ok, let’s not panic, we have the baby bag packed, the car seat installed, and the nursery ready, we’re good, ok?” He smiled and kissed his forehead, “Do you want to pack anything else before we go?”
“Oh god, was it that bad?” He asked, giving a sympathetic whistle, making him a borderline sickly sweet coffee and putting it down on the coffee table. “I’ll make us some food. Or we can go out for breakfast?”
“I think going out would be lovely, we could sit outside at the cafe with our little princess,” Ferre smiled. “Noodles can come too then.”
“Okay then.” He smiled. “Let me get dressed while you sort Evie out, then I can take over while you dress.”
“Alright love,” Ferre stood up with her and carried her to her room to change and dress her, “We’re going to take a nice walkie in the stroller today! Yes we are!”
Courfeyrac went into the bedroom to change, give his hair a brush despite the fact his curls were out of control, and then went to brush his teeth.
Genevieve stretched in his arms and rubbed her face.
“How do we feel about pink today, little miss?” Ferre asked holding up an outfit for her.
Genevieve reached out for the outfit, trying to put it in her mouth.
“That’s not for eating, silly Princess, it’s for wearing,” Ferre put it on her with a laugh.
Courfeyrac finished cleaning his teeth and leant against the doorway to the nursery. “Is she trying to eat the clothes again?”
“Yes, apparently they look absolutely delicious,” Ferre laughed and picked her up cradling her head and giving it a kiss, “Let’s show Papa how pretty you look in your outfit.” He turned around to face Courf and walked over.
“Oh my gosh, you look stunning baby girl.” Courfeyrac grinned, walking over to stroke her cheek with the back of his finger gently. “Red carpet ready.”
Evie reached to him and babbled.
“Come to papa.” Courfeyrac grinned, taking her from Combeferre. “Go on love, you get dressed and enjoy your coffee, I’ll get the baby bag ready.”
Evie reached for his face with a big smile.
“Alright love, I’ll be quick,” Ferre kissed his cheek.
Courfeyrac laughed and bounced Genevieve gently. “You want Papa’s face? Silly girl.”
Evie fidgeted and made baby noises at him.
“Aww, look at you trying to speak.” He said in a baby voice, grabbing the baby bag as he carried Genevieve with one arm, checking it had everything they needed. “We’re gonna get breakfast with daddy, and get everything we need for your godparents’ altar.”
Evie grabbed onto his shirt in a death grip and smiled.
Ferre smiled as he finished his coffee and went to put his shoes on.
“Okay, I get it, you like clothes huh?” He laughed. “Maybe you’ll be a fashion designer one day. Or a super star stylist.”
“Yeah?” Ferre laughed and went over to them happily, “She probably likes the way they feel.”
“She loves clothes.” He smiled, looking up at him. “Bag is all good to go, we just need to make up some bottles in case she gets hungry. I have chest carrier under the buggy, so I think we’re ready to go.”
Ferre finished getting ready, “You and Noodles can entertain her while I make up the bottles.”
“Sounds like a plan my love.” He smiled, sitting down on the sofa and bouncing her gently.
Noodles trotted over behind them happily and put his head down next to them.
Ferre hummed to himself as he mixed up the bottles.
Courfeyrac leant over and stroked the top of Noodles’ head with his spare hand. “Such a good boy.”
Noodles wagged his tail happily.
Ferre packed them up, “Ready when you are lovelies.”
Courfeyrac stood up and put Genevieve into the buggy and giving her a pacifier. “Are you ready for a walk baby girl?”
She waved her arms a bit and smiled up at him.
He stroked her face gently and smiled up at Combeferre. “She’s beautiful.”
“She is, such a little beauty,” Ferre smiled.
After months of arguing with his parents, Prince Gabriel was finally allowed to attend university without guards or secret service or any pomp and circumstance. He wanted to be normal for once and he didn’t intend on sharing his identity with anyone. He arrived early and set up his half of the shared dorm room and then sat on the bed reading a book.
Courfeyrac had been so excited to go to university, he’d be independent, no longer under his father’s roof, and he could actually make friends who weren’t connected to his father. He opened the room to his new dorm and smiling at his new roommate. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Courfeyrac.”
He looked down for a moment and blushed. “Sorry, I just-“ He cut himself off, feeling embarrassed. “I’m just teslly enjoying it.”
“I am too,” Ferre laughed softly.
“We don’t have to do anything though.” He said quickly.
“Would you like to?”
He nodded slightly. “Yes, I would.”
“Me too,” Ferre nodded.
He looked at him for a moment before leaning forward to kiss him gently. “How do you want to do this?”
Ferre kissed back, “What do you prefer? I don’t remember how we did last night.”
“Neither do I.” He replied with a small laugh. “I usually bottom, but I’m happy to do whatever is easier for you.”
“Then we’ll do that,” Ferre nodded.
He nodded slightly and paused. “Let me go to my room, I have what we need to make sure we do this safely. Wait right here.”
Ferre nodded and let go of him, “Hurry back?”
“Of course.” He nodded, standing up and rushing out to his room, ignoring the fact he was completely naked.
Ferre watched biting his lip.
Courfeyrac got lube and a condom before going back to Combeferre’s room. “Here. Have you done this before? At least, that you remember?”
“Not that I remember, but it’s pretty intuitive I should think,” Ferre admitted.
He nodded slightly and climbed back onto the bed, suddenly feeling more nervous than when he’d left.
“I’ll do my best to be gentle if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“No, I’m not worried about that.” He said with a small smile. “I’m just worried about the fact we’re roommates and if this goes wrong… You know?”
“This can be casual if you’d like it to be…to start anyway,” Ferre offered.
“Okay.” He nodded, stroking his cheek gently. “I’d like that.”
“Alright then,” Ferre smiled.
He leant forward and kissed him gently. “I need to be stretched open first.”
“Then allow me?” Ferre kissed back.
He nodded slightly against his lips. “Please.”
Ferre took the lube and coated his fingers before gently pressing one into him.
Courfeyrac let out a soft moan and pressed back against his finger. “Oh god…”
“That was good I hope?”
“Ferre! Ferre! Cosette just called me!” Courfeyrac said with panic clear in his voice, running down the stairs to the living room. “She’s gone into labour! The baby’s coming!”
Ferre stood up and went over to him hugging him tightly, “We’re about to be dads! Ok, let’s not panic, we have the baby bag packed, the car seat installed, and the nursery ready, we’re good, ok?” He smiled and kissed his forehead, “Do you want to pack anything else before we go?”
“Oh god, was it that bad?” He asked, giving a sympathetic whistle, making him a borderline sickly sweet coffee and putting it down on the coffee table. “I’ll make us some food. Or we can go out for breakfast?”
“I think going out would be lovely, we could sit outside at the cafe with our little princess,” Ferre smiled. “Noodles can come too then.”
“Okay then.” He smiled. “Let me get dressed while you sort Evie out, then I can take over while you dress.”
“Alright love,” Ferre stood up with her and carried her to her room to change and dress her, “We’re going to take a nice walkie in the stroller today! Yes we are!”
Courfeyrac went into the bedroom to change, give his hair a brush despite the fact his curls were out of control, and then went to brush his teeth.
Genevieve stretched in his arms and rubbed her face.
“How do we feel about pink today, little miss?” Ferre asked holding up an outfit for her.
Genevieve reached out for the outfit, trying to put it in her mouth.
“That’s not for eating, silly Princess, it’s for wearing,” Ferre put it on her with a laugh.
Courfeyrac finished cleaning his teeth and leant against the doorway to the nursery. “Is she trying to eat the clothes again?”
“Yes, apparently they look absolutely delicious,” Ferre laughed and picked her up cradling her head and giving it a kiss, “Let’s show Papa how pretty you look in your outfit.” He turned around to face Courf and walked over.
“Oh my gosh, you look stunning baby girl.” Courfeyrac grinned, walking over to stroke her cheek with the back of his finger gently. “Red carpet ready.”
Evie reached to him and babbled.
“Come to papa.” Courfeyrac grinned, taking her from Combeferre. “Go on love, you get dressed and enjoy your coffee, I’ll get the baby bag ready.”
Evie reached for his face with a big smile.
“Alright love, I’ll be quick,” Ferre kissed his cheek.
Courfeyrac laughed and bounced Genevieve gently. “You want Papa’s face? Silly girl.”
Evie fidgeted and made baby noises at him.
“Aww, look at you trying to speak.” He said in a baby voice, grabbing the baby bag as he carried Genevieve with one arm, checking it had everything they needed. “We’re gonna get breakfast with daddy, and get everything we need for your godparents’ altar.”
Evie grabbed onto his shirt in a death grip and smiled.
Ferre smiled as he finished his coffee and went to put his shoes on.
“Okay, I get it, you like clothes huh?” He laughed. “Maybe you’ll be a fashion designer one day. Or a super star stylist.”
“Yeah?” Ferre laughed and went over to them happily, “She probably likes the way they feel.”
“She loves clothes.” He smiled, looking up at him. “Bag is all good to go, we just need to make up some bottles in case she gets hungry. I have chest carrier under the buggy, so I think we’re ready to go.”
Ferre finished getting ready, “You and Noodles can entertain her while I make up the bottles.”
“Sounds like a plan my love.” He smiled, sitting down on the sofa and bouncing her gently.
Noodles trotted over behind them happily and put his head down next to them.
Ferre hummed to himself as he mixed up the bottles.
Courfeyrac leant over and stroked the top of Noodles’ head with his spare hand. “Such a good boy.”
Noodles wagged his tail happily.
Ferre packed them up, “Ready when you are lovelies.”
Courfeyrac stood up and put Genevieve into the buggy and giving her a pacifier. “Are you ready for a walk baby girl?”
She waved her arms a bit and smiled up at him.
“I promise not to try and escape.”
Alec! Mermaid au
“I don’t think you will,” Ferre assured him, “I’ll stay with you, keep you company.”
Alec pointed at ferre questioningly wondering if ferre was part of getting the fish. He placed his hand on the glass almost hearing the fishes thoughts.
“Oh they sell them places in the kingdom.”
Combeferre knelt before his prince, his lover, “The king is sending us to battle in the morning,” he finally built up the nerve to tell him, “The entire kings guard marches out at dawn.”
Courfeyrac froze at his words, looking at Combeferre with wide eyes as he shook his head. “No. No, no, you can’t.” He whispered hesitantly. “You can’t go, you can’t leave me.”
Courfeyrac pulled the blanket over himself and stared up at the ceiling.
The soldier ignored him and swung the sword with a grunt.
Enj came back and sat beside him on the bed, “I got you out of breakfast, but your father wants you for a meal at some point today.”
Ferre blocked even using one hand to clutch his wound he was able to take a swing at him.
“He’s going to be disappointed.” Courfeyrac mumbled. “I want to go look for Combeferre’s body.”
Combeferre’s sword sliced the soldier’s arm and he cried out in pain, raising his sword again to try and hit him.
“I cannot advise that, it’s likely in enemy territory.”
“Yield!” Ferre commanded and blocked swinging like a mad man.
“I need to see him.” He said quietly. “I just… I need to see him one last time. I want to know if he suffered. I want to give him his handkerchief back.”
“Never!” He shouted back, though the cut in his arm bled profusely.
“We can ride out first thing in the morning, before the rest of the palace is awake,” Enj finally nodded.
Ferre slashed and finally lunged forward burying his sword on the other’s stomach.
“Thank you Enj.” He whispered, turning to hug him tightly. “Thank you so much.”
The man gasped in pain before falling to the floor, dead.
Joly had spent the time preparing the needle and thread to stitch Combeferee up again. “Are they both dead?”
Enj hugged back closing his eyes and trying not to cry.
“I’ll slit their throats when we’re done to be safe,” Ferre sighed and sat waiting for the needle again.
Courfeyrac started to cry against his chest.
“Okay.” Joly said, handing him a rag again. “In case it hurts. Which it will.”
“We’ll find him, it’ll be ok,” Enj whispered.
Ferre put it in his mouth and bit down hard in anticipation.
“I want to give him the funeral he deserves.” He said, sobbing between words.
Joly started to sew the wound again, trying to be as quick as possible.
“I know,” Enj held him, stroking his hair. “We can bring a horse and cart with us to bring him home.”
Ferre grunted into the rag, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus on the fact that he was going home to his lover instead of going off to be tortured.
“Thank you.” He cried, clinging to him. “I-I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know how I’ll live without him.”
Joly worked quickly, tying off the last suture and packing away his things. “We should go. They’ll find us soon if we stay any longer.”
“One day at a time,” Enj sighed softly, “He would want you to be happy,” he added
Ferre unhitched the horses, “Let’s move then,” he mounted one carefully and waited for Joly to lead the way back.
“How can I be happy? He’s dead. The love of my life is dead!”
Joly got onto the other horse and started to move towards the kingdom Combeferre was from. “Thank you for letting me come with you.”
“I don’t mean now, or tomorrow, or even soon,” Enj held him tighter. “But he would want you to find happiness again, find love again, he wouldn’t want your life to end with his.”
“Of course, you saved my life, I’ll see to it you’re rewarded and honored for it,” Ferre told him.
Courfeyrac shook his head and stayed crying against Enjolras’ chest. “Not without him.”
“I appreciate that.” Joly replied. “I’m not from their kingdom. I was a medic at another kingdom but I was captured. They’ve been using me for my medical skills ever since, and they know I wouldn’t escape as I have an issue with my leg.”
“You can’t think that way,” Enj kept stroking his hair.
“Bastards,” Ferre grimaced, “I assure you there won’t be any capturing there, but the palace can always use more healers if you’re up to it.”
“I don’t know how else to think.” He whispered.
“I’ll always take a job.” He replied. “So… they mentioned the prince.”
“You’ll learn,” Enj assured him, sounding as though he’d been through it himself at some point.
“They did,” Ferre nodded. “And I wouldn’t have wanted to be used against him.”
“How do you know?” He asked, though the words have no bitterness to them.
“I don’t blame you for saying anything.” He told him. “They would’ve done anything to get even a piece of information on Prince Courfeyrac.”
“You’re not the only one who’s loved a soldier,” Enj smiled sadly.
“I never would’ve uttered a word.”
“What?” He whispered, pull away from him slightly to look at him.
“I know, I could tell.” Joly replied. “I have a lot of respect for that.”
“It was before we got close…someone very special to me was killed in battle.” Enj admitted.
“Thank you, and thank you for helping me get away before they started the torture.”
“Oh my… I’m so sorry.” He whispered. “I didn’t know.”
“Hey, we’re in this together.” Joly said. “I couldn’t stand by and watch them torture you for no reason.”
Enj hugged him tightly, “It gets easier I promise.”
“I really appreciate that,” Ferre chuckled softly.
After months of arguing with his parents, Prince Gabriel was finally allowed to attend university without guards or secret service or any pomp and circumstance. He wanted to be normal for once and he didn’t intend on sharing his identity with anyone. He arrived early and set up his half of the shared dorm room and then sat on the bed reading a book.
Courfeyrac had been so excited to go to university, he’d be independent, no longer under his father’s roof, and he could actually make friends who weren’t connected to his father. He opened the room to his new dorm and smiling at his new roommate. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Courfeyrac.”
He looked down for a moment and blushed. “Sorry, I just-“ He cut himself off, feeling embarrassed. “I’m just teslly enjoying it.”
“I am too,” Ferre laughed softly.
“We don’t have to do anything though.” He said quickly.
“Would you like to?”
He nodded slightly. “Yes, I would.”
“Me too,” Ferre nodded.
He looked at him for a moment before leaning forward to kiss him gently. “How do you want to do this?”
Ferre kissed back, “What do you prefer? I don’t remember how we did last night.”
“Neither do I.” He replied with a small laugh. “I usually bottom, but I’m happy to do whatever is easier for you.”
“Then we’ll do that,” Ferre nodded.
He nodded slightly and paused. “Let me go to my room, I have what we need to make sure we do this safely. Wait right here.”
Ferre nodded and let go of him, “Hurry back?”
“Of course.” He nodded, standing up and rushing out to his room, ignoring the fact he was completely naked.
Ferre watched biting his lip.
Courfeyrac got lube and a condom before going back to Combeferre’s room. “Here. Have you done this before? At least, that you remember?”
“Not that I remember, but it’s pretty intuitive I should think,” Ferre admitted.
He nodded slightly and climbed back onto the bed, suddenly feeling more nervous than when he’d left.
“I’ll do my best to be gentle if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“No, I’m not worried about that.” He said with a small smile. “I’m just worried about the fact we’re roommates and if this goes wrong… You know?”
“This can be casual if you’d like it to be…to start anyway,” Ferre offered.
“Okay.” He nodded, stroking his cheek gently. “I’d like that.”
“Alright then,” Ferre smiled.
He leant forward and kissed him gently. “I need to be stretched open first.”
“Then allow me?” Ferre kissed back.
He nodded slightly against his lips. “Please.”
Ferre took the lube and coated his fingers before gently pressing one into him.
“Ferre! Ferre! Cosette just called me!” Courfeyrac said with panic clear in his voice, running down the stairs to the living room. “She’s gone into labour! The baby’s coming!”
Ferre stood up and went over to him hugging him tightly, “We’re about to be dads! Ok, let’s not panic, we have the baby bag packed, the car seat installed, and the nursery ready, we’re good, ok?” He smiled and kissed his forehead, “Do you want to pack anything else before we go?”
“Oh god, was it that bad?” He asked, giving a sympathetic whistle, making him a borderline sickly sweet coffee and putting it down on the coffee table. “I’ll make us some food. Or we can go out for breakfast?”
“I think going out would be lovely, we could sit outside at the cafe with our little princess,” Ferre smiled. “Noodles can come too then.”
“Okay then.” He smiled. “Let me get dressed while you sort Evie out, then I can take over while you dress.”
“Alright love,” Ferre stood up with her and carried her to her room to change and dress her, “We’re going to take a nice walkie in the stroller today! Yes we are!”
Courfeyrac went into the bedroom to change, give his hair a brush despite the fact his curls were out of control, and then went to brush his teeth.
Genevieve stretched in his arms and rubbed her face.
“How do we feel about pink today, little miss?” Ferre asked holding up an outfit for her.
Genevieve reached out for the outfit, trying to put it in her mouth.
“That’s not for eating, silly Princess, it’s for wearing,” Ferre put it on her with a laugh.
Courfeyrac finished cleaning his teeth and leant against the doorway to the nursery. “Is she trying to eat the clothes again?”
“Yes, apparently they look absolutely delicious,” Ferre laughed and picked her up cradling her head and giving it a kiss, “Let’s show Papa how pretty you look in your outfit.” He turned around to face Courf and walked over.
“Oh my gosh, you look stunning baby girl.” Courfeyrac grinned, walking over to stroke her cheek with the back of his finger gently. “Red carpet ready.”
Evie reached to him and babbled.
“Come to papa.” Courfeyrac grinned, taking her from Combeferre. “Go on love, you get dressed and enjoy your coffee, I’ll get the baby bag ready.”
Evie reached for his face with a big smile.
“Alright love, I’ll be quick,” Ferre kissed his cheek.
Courfeyrac laughed and bounced Genevieve gently. “You want Papa’s face? Silly girl.”
Evie fidgeted and made baby noises at him.
“Aww, look at you trying to speak.” He said in a baby voice, grabbing the baby bag as he carried Genevieve with one arm, checking it had everything they needed. “We’re gonna get breakfast with daddy, and get everything we need for your godparents’ altar.”
Evie grabbed onto his shirt in a death grip and smiled.
Ferre smiled as he finished his coffee and went to put his shoes on.
“Okay, I get it, you like clothes huh?” He laughed. “Maybe you’ll be a fashion designer one day. Or a super star stylist.”
“Yeah?” Ferre laughed and went over to them happily, “She probably likes the way they feel.”
“She loves clothes.” He smiled, looking up at him. “Bag is all good to go, we just need to make up some bottles in case she gets hungry. I have chest carrier under the buggy, so I think we’re ready to go.”
Ferre finished getting ready, “You and Noodles can entertain her while I make up the bottles.”
“Sounds like a plan my love.” He smiled, sitting down on the sofa and bouncing her gently.
Noodles trotted over behind them happily and put his head down next to them.
Ferre hummed to himself as he mixed up the bottles.
Courfeyrac leant over and stroked the top of Noodles’ head with his spare hand. “Such a good boy.”
Noodles wagged his tail happily.
Ferre packed them up, “Ready when you are lovelies.”
After months of arguing with his parents, Prince Gabriel was finally allowed to attend university without guards or secret service or any pomp and circumstance. He wanted to be normal for once and he didn’t intend on sharing his identity with anyone. He arrived early and set up his half of the shared dorm room and then sat on the bed reading a book.
Courfeyrac had been so excited to go to university, he’d be independent, no longer under his father’s roof, and he could actually make friends who weren’t connected to his father. He opened the room to his new dorm and smiling at his new roommate. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Courfeyrac.”
He looked down for a moment and blushed. “Sorry, I just-“ He cut himself off, feeling embarrassed. “I’m just teslly enjoying it.”
“I am too,” Ferre laughed softly.
“We don’t have to do anything though.” He said quickly.
“Would you like to?”
He nodded slightly. “Yes, I would.”
“Me too,” Ferre nodded.
He looked at him for a moment before leaning forward to kiss him gently. “How do you want to do this?”
Ferre kissed back, “What do you prefer? I don’t remember how we did last night.”
“Neither do I.” He replied with a small laugh. “I usually bottom, but I’m happy to do whatever is easier for you.”
“Then we’ll do that,” Ferre nodded.
He nodded slightly and paused. “Let me go to my room, I have what we need to make sure we do this safely. Wait right here.”
Ferre nodded and let go of him, “Hurry back?”
“Of course.” He nodded, standing up and rushing out to his room, ignoring the fact he was completely naked.
Ferre watched biting his lip.
Courfeyrac got lube and a condom before going back to Combeferre’s room. “Here. Have you done this before? At least, that you remember?”
“Not that I remember, but it’s pretty intuitive I should think,” Ferre admitted.
He nodded slightly and climbed back onto the bed, suddenly feeling more nervous than when he’d left.
“I’ll do my best to be gentle if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“No, I’m not worried about that.” He said with a small smile. “I’m just worried about the fact we’re roommates and if this goes wrong… You know?”
“This can be casual if you’d like it to be…to start anyway,” Ferre offered.
“Okay.” He nodded, stroking his cheek gently. “I’d like that.”
“Alright then,” Ferre smiled.
He leant forward and kissed him gently. “I need to be stretched open first.”
“Then allow me?” Ferre kissed back.
Combeferre knelt before his prince, his lover, “The king is sending us to battle in the morning,” he finally built up the nerve to tell him, “The entire kings guard marches out at dawn.”
Courfeyrac froze at his words, looking at Combeferre with wide eyes as he shook his head. “No. No, no, you can’t.” He whispered hesitantly. “You can’t go, you can’t leave me.”
Courfeyrac pulled the blanket over himself and stared up at the ceiling.
The soldier ignored him and swung the sword with a grunt.
Enj came back and sat beside him on the bed, “I got you out of breakfast, but your father wants you for a meal at some point today.”
Ferre blocked even using one hand to clutch his wound he was able to take a swing at him.
“He’s going to be disappointed.” Courfeyrac mumbled. “I want to go look for Combeferre’s body.”
Combeferre’s sword sliced the soldier’s arm and he cried out in pain, raising his sword again to try and hit him.
“I cannot advise that, it’s likely in enemy territory.”
“Yield!” Ferre commanded and blocked swinging like a mad man.
“I need to see him.” He said quietly. “I just… I need to see him one last time. I want to know if he suffered. I want to give him his handkerchief back.”
“Never!” He shouted back, though the cut in his arm bled profusely.
“We can ride out first thing in the morning, before the rest of the palace is awake,” Enj finally nodded.
Ferre slashed and finally lunged forward burying his sword on the other’s stomach.
“Thank you Enj.” He whispered, turning to hug him tightly. “Thank you so much.”
The man gasped in pain before falling to the floor, dead.
Joly had spent the time preparing the needle and thread to stitch Combeferee up again. “Are they both dead?”
Enj hugged back closing his eyes and trying not to cry.
“I’ll slit their throats when we’re done to be safe,” Ferre sighed and sat waiting for the needle again.
Courfeyrac started to cry against his chest.
“Okay.” Joly said, handing him a rag again. “In case it hurts. Which it will.”
“We’ll find him, it’ll be ok,” Enj whispered.
Ferre put it in his mouth and bit down hard in anticipation.
“I want to give him the funeral he deserves.” He said, sobbing between words.
Joly started to sew the wound again, trying to be as quick as possible.
“I know,” Enj held him, stroking his hair. “We can bring a horse and cart with us to bring him home.”
Ferre grunted into the rag, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus on the fact that he was going home to his lover instead of going off to be tortured.
“Thank you.” He cried, clinging to him. “I-I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know how I’ll live without him.”
Joly worked quickly, tying off the last suture and packing away his things. “We should go. They’ll find us soon if we stay any longer.”
“One day at a time,” Enj sighed softly, “He would want you to be happy,” he added
Ferre unhitched the horses, “Let’s move then,” he mounted one carefully and waited for Joly to lead the way back.
“How can I be happy? He’s dead. The love of my life is dead!”
Joly got onto the other horse and started to move towards the kingdom Combeferre was from. “Thank you for letting me come with you.”
“I don’t mean now, or tomorrow, or even soon,” Enj held him tighter. “But he would want you to find happiness again, find love again, he wouldn’t want your life to end with his.”
“Of course, you saved my life, I’ll see to it you’re rewarded and honored for it,” Ferre told him.
Courfeyrac shook his head and stayed crying against Enjolras’ chest. “Not without him.”
“I appreciate that.” Joly replied. “I’m not from their kingdom. I was a medic at another kingdom but I was captured. They’ve been using me for my medical skills ever since, and they know I wouldn’t escape as I have an issue with my leg.”
“You can’t think that way,” Enj kept stroking his hair.
“Bastards,” Ferre grimaced, “I assure you there won’t be any capturing there, but the palace can always use more healers if you’re up to it.”
“I don’t know how else to think.” He whispered.
“I’ll always take a job.” He replied. “So… they mentioned the prince.”
“You’ll learn,” Enj assured him, sounding as though he’d been through it himself at some point.
“They did,” Ferre nodded. “And I wouldn’t have wanted to be used against him.”
“How do you know?” He asked, though the words have no bitterness to them.
“I don’t blame you for saying anything.” He told him. “They would’ve done anything to get even a piece of information on Prince Courfeyrac.”
“You’re not the only one who’s loved a soldier,” Enj smiled sadly.
“I never would’ve uttered a word.”
“What?” He whispered, pull away from him slightly to look at him.
“I know, I could tell.” Joly replied. “I have a lot of respect for that.”
“It was before we got close…someone very special to me was killed in battle.” Enj admitted.
“Thank you, and thank you for helping me get away before they started the torture.”
“Ferre! Ferre! Cosette just called me!” Courfeyrac said with panic clear in his voice, running down the stairs to the living room. “She’s gone into labour! The baby’s coming!”
Ferre stood up and went over to him hugging him tightly, “We’re about to be dads! Ok, let’s not panic, we have the baby bag packed, the car seat installed, and the nursery ready, we’re good, ok?” He smiled and kissed his forehead, “Do you want to pack anything else before we go?”
“Oh god, was it that bad?” He asked, giving a sympathetic whistle, making him a borderline sickly sweet coffee and putting it down on the coffee table. “I’ll make us some food. Or we can go out for breakfast?”
“I think going out would be lovely, we could sit outside at the cafe with our little princess,” Ferre smiled. “Noodles can come too then.”
“Okay then.” He smiled. “Let me get dressed while you sort Evie out, then I can take over while you dress.”
“Alright love,” Ferre stood up with her and carried her to her room to change and dress her, “We’re going to take a nice walkie in the stroller today! Yes we are!”
Courfeyrac went into the bedroom to change, give his hair a brush despite the fact his curls were out of control, and then went to brush his teeth.
Genevieve stretched in his arms and rubbed her face.
“How do we feel about pink today, little miss?” Ferre asked holding up an outfit for her.
Genevieve reached out for the outfit, trying to put it in her mouth.
“That’s not for eating, silly Princess, it’s for wearing,” Ferre put it on her with a laugh.
Courfeyrac finished cleaning his teeth and leant against the doorway to the nursery. “Is she trying to eat the clothes again?”
“Yes, apparently they look absolutely delicious,” Ferre laughed and picked her up cradling her head and giving it a kiss, “Let’s show Papa how pretty you look in your outfit.” He turned around to face Courf and walked over.
“Oh my gosh, you look stunning baby girl.” Courfeyrac grinned, walking over to stroke her cheek with the back of his finger gently. “Red carpet ready.”
Evie reached to him and babbled.
“Come to papa.” Courfeyrac grinned, taking her from Combeferre. “Go on love, you get dressed and enjoy your coffee, I’ll get the baby bag ready.”
Evie reached for his face with a big smile.
“Alright love, I’ll be quick,” Ferre kissed his cheek.
Courfeyrac laughed and bounced Genevieve gently. “You want Papa’s face? Silly girl.”
Evie fidgeted and made baby noises at him.
“Aww, look at you trying to speak.” He said in a baby voice, grabbing the baby bag as he carried Genevieve with one arm, checking it had everything they needed. “We’re gonna get breakfast with daddy, and get everything we need for your godparents’ altar.”
Evie grabbed onto his shirt in a death grip and smiled.
Ferre smiled as he finished his coffee and went to put his shoes on.
“Okay, I get it, you like clothes huh?” He laughed. “Maybe you’ll be a fashion designer one day. Or a super star stylist.”
“Yeah?” Ferre laughed and went over to them happily, “She probably likes the way they feel.”
“She loves clothes.” He smiled, looking up at him. “Bag is all good to go, we just need to make up some bottles in case she gets hungry. I have chest carrier under the buggy, so I think we’re ready to go.”
Ferre finished getting ready, “You and Noodles can entertain her while I make up the bottles.”
“Sounds like a plan my love.” He smiled, sitting down on the sofa and bouncing her gently.
Noodles trotted over behind them happily and put his head down next to them.
Ferre hummed to himself as he mixed up the bottles.
After months of arguing with his parents, Prince Gabriel was finally allowed to attend university without guards or secret service or any pomp and circumstance. He wanted to be normal for once and he didn’t intend on sharing his identity with anyone. He arrived early and set up his half of the shared dorm room and then sat on the bed reading a book.
Courfeyrac had been so excited to go to university, he’d be independent, no longer under his father’s roof, and he could actually make friends who weren’t connected to his father. He opened the room to his new dorm and smiling at his new roommate. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Courfeyrac.”
He looked down for a moment and blushed. “Sorry, I just-“ He cut himself off, feeling embarrassed. “I’m just teslly enjoying it.”
“I am too,” Ferre laughed softly.
“We don’t have to do anything though.” He said quickly.
“Would you like to?”
He nodded slightly. “Yes, I would.”
“Me too,” Ferre nodded.
He looked at him for a moment before leaning forward to kiss him gently. “How do you want to do this?”
Ferre kissed back, “What do you prefer? I don’t remember how we did last night.”
“Neither do I.” He replied with a small laugh. “I usually bottom, but I’m happy to do whatever is easier for you.”
“Then we’ll do that,” Ferre nodded.
He nodded slightly and paused. “Let me go to my room, I have what we need to make sure we do this safely. Wait right here.”
Ferre nodded and let go of him, “Hurry back?”
“Of course.” He nodded, standing up and rushing out to his room, ignoring the fact he was completely naked.
Ferre watched biting his lip.
Courfeyrac got lube and a condom before going back to Combeferre’s room. “Here. Have you done this before? At least, that you remember?”
“Not that I remember, but it’s pretty intuitive I should think,” Ferre admitted.
He nodded slightly and climbed back onto the bed, suddenly feeling more nervous than when he’d left.
“I’ll do my best to be gentle if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“No, I’m not worried about that.” He said with a small smile. “I’m just worried about the fact we’re roommates and if this goes wrong… You know?”
“This can be casual if you’d like it to be…to start anyway,” Ferre offered.
“Okay.” He nodded, stroking his cheek gently. “I’d like that.”
“Alright then,” Ferre smiled.
Enjolras had left a simple note before fleeing to the woods: "come find me."
He had been trying, since he was turned, to become better acclimated with nature. Growing up, so much of it had been so overwhelming and so overstimulating... but things were different now. He looked around with bright blue eyes, listening to the bird song as he padded barefoot into the clearing, the red linen skirt of his loose dress falling around his ankles, the slits on either side making way for his thighs with each step. He was part of nature now, even more than he ever had been. Being a werewolf came with being outside... alot... so it was better to practice before the full moon so that he could handle it all then.
He settled and sat in the middle of the coearing, legs crossed as he sat, just looking atound and drinking it all in, giving his newly heightened senses a try, all while waiting dor his alpha to come for him. He always did.
from Enj @sessy-timesforcharlo
Ferre got home and called out for him before going to the bedroom and finding the note. He grinned and made for the woods knowing Enj had been spending more time there lately.
Enjolras shivered at the compliment, pressing another kiss to the alpha's neck and sucking at it to make a mark.
Ferre moaned loudly not used to being in this end of the mark.
Enjolras hummed a giddy laugh and moved his lips just slightly to the side to start sucking another mark on his alpha's neck.
“That feels so good baby….”
Enjolras just hummed in agreement, continuing to suck.
Ferre gripped his hair and moaned.
[tree]: the sender is already pinned stomach-first against the tree bark, claws digging into the bark beside their head, while the receiver — still partially shifted with elongated canines grazing their shoulder — has just knotted the other and is growling about how they're not letting go until morning. werewolf aufrom Enj @sessy-timesforcharlo
Ferre growled and held Enj against the tree fucking into him desperately, “I’m keeping you here until morning, maybe I’ll chain you here and keep you here forever.”
Enjolras shivered beneath that grin, kissing back mercilessly.
“How about you sit on my lap and ride me?” R asked between passionate hot kisses.
Enjolras nodded as he kissed back, agreeing without hesitation. The way Ferre had torn his pants away had left him vulnerable, exposed and open. All he had to do now was move. He started massaging R through his pants with a moan, grinding down on his thighs with a needy whine.
R groaned and gripped his hips tightly.
Enjolras smiled mischievously, not stopping
R moaned and kissed him wherever he could reach.
Enjolras frowned down at the recipe he was looking at in the cook book, trying to puzzle it out as he stood there in his airy almost backless dress. Thankfully he hadn't burnt anything... yet... but he wasn't sure how long that was going to last. He just wanted to be a good omega. from Enj @sessy-timesforcharlo
Ferre walked onto the kitchen noticing his frown and then how hot he looked in that dress in that order, “What’s cookin, good-lookin?” He asked rubbing his back.
Enjolras moaned, too, starting to come undone as he got closer and closer to his own edge.
“Come on me baby,” Ferre breathed.
"B-but... but my dress..." Enjolras tried to protest.
“It’ll come out…•
Enjolras whined but nodded, not slowing even as his movements became sloppier.
“Oh god…”
