Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta Week

June 29-July 5 2026 follow the hashtag #JBM Week 2026 admins @littlefallof-rain, @combeferres-mothamatics & @whorejolras

[jbm-week]

Introduction

Welcome to J/B/M week 2026! This post should have any information you may want to know (& if it doesn't just send an ask)

The date for this year's event is June 29th to July 5th 2026. If you're a planner (unlike me, but I commend you) You may want to get started! :D

Guidelines

All types of fanworks are welcome, but please refrain from using AI

NSFW is allowed and we will tag anything that's NSFW properly when reblogging it, along with any other large triggers: eg. blood, etc.

Prompts

Check out the full JBM Week 2026 prompt list Here

Fic Rec List

All fics tagged "#JBM week 2026" on tumblr and AO3 will be added to our JBM Week 2026 Collection on AO3 and to a JBM Week 2026 Fic Masterlist post here on tumblr. If you don't want your fic added please clearly say so in the tags or description.

Tags

The tag for the week is #JBM week 2026, we'll check the tag at least once a day to see if there are any new works and reblog them, and you can ping this blog too. And if I still don't find your fanwork, ask box is open, and so are dms, so just send me a link and I'll reblog it!

Fanart we reblog will be tagged "#JBM week fanart" and "#JBM week 2026 fanart" and fanfic will be tagged with "#JBM week fanfic" and "#JBM week 2026 fanfic"

Late works are also welcome if you don't get yours finished in time, I will keep an eye on the tag for as long as I remember as well.

Ask box is always open for questions/suggestions!

Have fun, and happy J/B/M week! :D

[jbm-week]

JBM Week 2026 Fic Masterlist

Day 1 - @combeferres-mothematics

Rough Nights Podfic - @megab

day 1: beach day - @randomwholocker

day 2: alternate universe - @randomwholocker

Ernest Shackleton Loves Me au! - @combeferres-mothematics

Storm Chaser AU - @hatsreznikoff

day three! Illness! - @combeferres-mothematics

day 3: illness - @randomwholocker

Day Four!! :D - @combeferres-mothematics

day 4: babies/children - @randomwholocker

The Pure-Bred Gamin- @courfeyracs-umbrella

Day Uhhh Four??? Formal Wear!! :D (this was actually for day 5 lol) - @combeferres-mothematics

day six, Rainy days!! :D - @combeferres-mothematics

April Showers Bring May Flowers - @orestes-fasting-pylades-drunk

day seven! Nightmares!- @combeferres-mothematics

Nightmare - @littlefallof-rain

Thank you to everyone who participated. See you again next year!

[randomwholocker]

JBM Week 2026

day 4: babies/children

Musichetta looked up from her mac and cheese to see Joly leaning on his cane against the table. “You okay?”

“Just tired. Ready for that history test?”

She sighed. “Don’t remind me. I’ll probably forget when the War of 1812 ended.”

“Nah, that’s gotta be me,” Bossuet chimed in. “Jehan swears they know everything, so if you want to be quizzed…”

“No thanks, I’m ready.” Joly took out his usual foil-wrapped sandwich. “Tried putting avocado in it this time.”

“You don’t even like avocado!”

“That’s the thing, Chetta. I just gotta try it again.”

“Girl.” Musichetta snorted. “Good fuckin luck.”

[prouvairesverse]

cuddle time with jbm <3

late submission for @jbm-week (SORRY FOR MY LATENESS!!!) anyways this was fun to draw i love jbm <333

[jbm-week]

JBM Week is officially over! Thanks for participating y'all, it was a lot of fun seeing all the new fanworks created for our favorite almost-canon poly couple!

We will still be checking the tags for a while yet, and late submissions are absolutely welcome! Just tag the blog, or send an ask with the link if we don't pick it up within a day or two!

We will have a Fanfic masterlist out eventually, probably sometime this week, so be on the lookout for that.

Until Next year!!!

-JBM Week Mods

[littlefallof-rain]

And also some art for the last day of @jbm-week

[littlefallof-rain]

Rare Rain Writing for the last day of @jbm-week! The prompt for this was Nightmare

Be warned there’s angst here

Musichetta woke screaming. She sat up gasping for breath in the dark. Instinctively she reached out beside her but her hands met nothing but the empty sheet. Tears began to fall and her whole body shook with sobs. She suddenly felt a set of strong arms wrap around her and she collapsed into their familiar comfort. Another more slender hand reached to grasp her hand.

“Chetta darling, what's wrong?” Joly whispered, running his thumb soothingly along her hand. Still shaking, she tried to explain the dream, the gunshots, the blood.

“Shh, its alright we’re here now,” Bossuet said, pulling her closer.

“Stay with me” she said, burying her face into Bossuet’s chest and clutching Joly’s hand like a lifeline. She felt them both grip her tighter in response. “We’re here,” he repeated, coaxing her to lay back down. Musichetta let her eyes close and slowly her breathing returned to normal as she laid with her boys on either side of her.

The sun streamed through the window that morning when Musichetta awoke in a bed that was much too empty and made her heart ache. As she sat up she remembered. It was June 7th, and she was alone. The bed would never be full again.

[combeferres-mothematics]

@jbm-week day seven! Nightmares!

Bossuet sat up with a start, gasping for breath as the blankets tangled around his limbs.

"Eagle?" Joly's sleepy voice reached his ears, and he almost sobbed with relief to hear it. His partner lifted his head from the pillow, squinting blearily at him. "What's wrong?"

"Just a bad dream," Bossuet mumbled, wrapping his arms around him. "Don't worry about it."

"What was it about?" Musichetta asked, reaching over to lay her hand on his knee.

"Something happened to you and Joly," Bossuet swallowed hard. "And it was just my luck that I couldn't do anything but watch."

"Well you can tell your dreams to fuck off," Joly murmured sleepily. "Because we won't let that happen, right Chetta?"

"Right." Musichetta nodded, tangling her fingers in Bossuet's as he lay back down.

[jbm-week]

Hello everyone! Today is day 7 aka the last day!!! Of JBM week 2026. Today’s prompt is: Nightmare

As always prompts are 100% optional so if you have something that doesn’t fit with any of the prompts feel free to post! Just make sure to tag your submissions with # jbm week 2026 or tag @jbm-week week so we can find your post!

And don’t worry if you’re still working on submissions. We’ll be keeping an eye on the tags for any works submitted after the official end of the event

[littlefallof-rain]

day 5 of @jbm-week for the prompt formal wear

[littlefallof-rain]

More JMB with dino umbrella for @jbm-week

[orestes-fasting-pylades-drunk]

april showers bring may flowers

@jbm-week day 6? i think? rainy day (yes im late by 3 minutes kiss my ass jk love u guys) || 936 wc || les mis || fluff, slice of life

synopsis: jbm has fun in the rain, ft. joly, who's terrified of catching a cold.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

text ver. below cut!

“Get back here, ‘Chetta, you’re going to catch a cold!” Joly cried.

Musichetta just hummed a tune and did a spin. The rain beat down against the umbrella Joly held, and Bossuet kept giving glances between Musichetta and Joly, as if deciding whether he wanted to join in his girlfriend’s fun or keep his boyfriend free of worry. Musichetta noticed the way his foot tapped in rhythm to the tune she was humming, like a metronome.

“I’ll be okay, Joly. A cold isn’t the end of the world.” She returned. With a grin still wide on her face, she jumped excitedly in a puddle left on the sidewalk, grimacing playfully when the cold water splashed up onto her pants. Bossuet gave an affectionate sigh and nudged Joly in the side.

“She’s going to ask to steal my coat on the way home, isn’t she?”

Joly huffed. Musichetta scrunched up her face and blew raspberries in the boys’ direction. “I can hear you, you know!”

“We know, dear.” Bossuet gave calmly, still eyeing the puddles like he wanted to jump in them as well. Joly was practically staring a hole into the side of his head, as if to say “don’t do it, if you both get sick i will end you.”

A moment of contemplation was given on the subject, Musichetta could tell. Eventually, though, when she called for him to join her, he seemed to finally pick his side.

“Bossuet, please? I’m so lonely. Come hang out with me.” Said Musichetta.

“Bossuetttttt.” Warned Joly.

Bossuet looked between the both of them, gave a sigh, and slowly stepped out from beneath the umbrella. Joly gave him a look of betrayal.

“You didn’t.” He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. Bossuet chuckled lightly.

“I did. Apologies, Joly.” He gave, and with that, he walked over to greet his girlfriend. She gave an excited, high pitched noise and threw her arms around his neck.

“Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you.” Musichetta sung. Bossuet placed one hand on her hip and twisted a strand of her hair around a finger on the other.

“I love you too, ‘Chetta,” He gave, lips moving against the crown of her head. It was a moment of their gentle swaying and Joly’s jealous watching before she pulled back, and Bossuet took the opportunity to drop his hands to his sides and cast his face towards the sky to engage in the sensation of the rain falling on his face. Musichetta wondered if being bald made the rain feel weird upon his head. She had asked him, before— he only chuckled and took a sip of his tea. He hadn’t answered.

“Jolyyy.” She tried again. He cast her a look that said everything his mouth was about to, but she attempted anyways. “Hang out with us. Please? Because you love us?”

“I’m going to catch a cold.” He repeated for maybe the millionth time.

“You won’t. You’ll be fine. Either way, if you do, it isn’t the end of the world. You won’t die from a cold.”

“You don’t know that. People used to die of it, you know.”

“Used to, darling.” Musichetta shook her head to send the water from her hair flying all over the place. “We have modern medicine. You’re a doctor. You should know this.”

Joly just gave a presumptious ‘hmph!’ noise, walking over to the side of the walkway that had a collection of rocks. As he crouched down to examine them, Musichetta had hardly started another plea before coming to his side to see what he was looking at.

“What’cha lookin’ at?”

“Rocks.”

“Why?”

“I need to put one in the umbrella. It’ll fly off in this wind if there’s not something weighing it down.” He huffed. Musichetta frowned, confused, before realization hit her and her face lit up.

“You’re joining us?!” She cheered. He just gave a faint smile in return.

“Yes, you’ve won my heart over. Now, help me find an adequate rock.”

“Bossuet!” She called, crouching down beside Joly. “We’re rock hunting!”

He came to her side quickly, crouching down beside the two. “Huh? Why are we rock hunting?”

“Joly’s going to join us.” She smiled. “He wants to weigh down the umbrella with a rock. We’re finding an adequate one.”

“Oh, how fun!”

Over the course of the next five minutes, Bossuet and Musichetta had shown a couple of rocks to Joly, and after fawning over their smoothness or color, he had discarded them with a complaint about how they weren’t heavy enough, or how they had sharp edges that would rip the umbrella.

Eventually, though, Bossuet held out a stone in both hands. It was white. Or, near-white, with little grey markings. It was big enough to occupy both of Bossuet’s relatively large hands as it glistened with water atop its smooth surface. Joly made a noise of excitement at the sight of it.

“Oh, that’s gorgeous! And so smooth! This is it. This is it!”

Bossuet grinned at the sight of excitement upon his lover’s face, and Musichetta had to admit she did the same. When Joly upturned the umbrella to place it on the ground, wincing at the rain finally hitting him and his dry clothes, Bossuet gently lowered the rock into the upside-down umbrella to hold it steady while Joly didn’t attend to it.

Joly stood stiffly as the water slowly soaked his shirt, darkening near the shoulders and the back. When Bossuet took one of his hands, Musichetta took the other, and together, they walked away from the umbrella and into the rain.

[randomwholocker]

JBM Week 2026

day 3: illness

“You can’t be with him?”

“Neither of us can. Neither Ferre nor I. Conflict of interest; plus we’re not exactly qualified.” Joly sighed and took the coffee Bahorel handed to him. “Thanks.”

“No problem. If you ever need any help with anything—“

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Thank you.”

“How’s Musichetta holding up?”

“Not well. Same kind her dad got, so she’s reasonably worried. It’s all taking a toll on her.”

“And on you. Fuck cancer, man.”

“Fuck cancer.”

“He’ll be fine. And even if he isn’t fine, we’re all here. We’re on your side.”

“Thanks for all this.”

“No problem.”

[combeferres-mothematics]

@jbm-week day six, Rainy days!! :D

"Chetta, Joly, you should join me!" Bossuet whooped as he jumped into a puddle on the side of their driveway, laughing as the water splashed up around him. He grinned at Joly and Musichetta, both huddled under a large umbrella as they watched him fondly. "C'mon, now long has it been since we've seen rain like this?"

"Nearly a month now," Joly replied, looking up at the sky with a weary expression. "My joins are rioting."

"I think I'll stay under the umbrella too," Musichetta chuckled, shaking her head at Bossuet. "You're going to be soaked to the bone."

"Well, there's not room for three under the umbrella, so I might as well enjoy it!" Bossuet teased, knowing there was plenty of room under the umbrella for him.

[littlefallof-rain]

JBM and their dinosaur umbrella for @jbm-week day 6

[combeferres-mothematics]

@jbm-week Day Uhhh Four??? Formal Wear!! :D

Based on something @littlefallof-rain said and I was like "Omg I gotta write that"

"I can't find my shoe," Joly's hair was mussed from him running his fingers through it as he stood in the doorway, taking deep breaths to try and control his panic. "I've looked everywhere, and it's not there!"

"Joly, it'll be fine," Bossuet soothed, walking over to fix his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as he did so.

"But we'll be late!" Joly wailed, leaning into his partner's side.

"And?" Musichetta turned around from where she was standing in front of a full length mirror, making both men gasp over how beautiful she was in her fancy white dress. "It's not like they can start without us."

"I guess not," Joly managed a watery smile. "It would be hard to have a wedding without the bride and grooms."

[zzalina]

I wanted to participate in @jbm-week and this was supposed to be for the prompt "beach day" but... Better late than never