today is the lovely jay's birthday so I wrote you a thing, darling friend! (and I'm sneaking it in right at the end of the night. ha. I still succeeded though.)
it's technically a mini stand alone drabble set in the soulbond verse, but there is literally no reference at all to that and you can all completely ignore it if you so choose.
anyways. courferre birthday drabble ahead!
When he was a kid, it meant waking up all throughout the night until finally it was morning (5 am counted, alright) and he could run into his parents room and wake them with a shout of, “It’s my birthday!”
After he met Combeferre (and learned how to use a phone), the tradition became calling Combeferre the minute midnight came around to tell him. The first few years, Combeferre always sounded sleepy and out of it, but then he found Combeferre would pick up on the first ring as if he was eagerly waiting along for Courfeyrac’s birthday.
And, of course, they always did something together later for his birthday. It wasn’t always on the day—because of school or parents or whatever—but he had years of memories of Combeferre. Combeferre coming over to play and bringing a big, lopsided cake he made all by himself (it was awful); Combeferre taking him out to a movie just the two of them for the first time ever (and kissing him once in the dark before holding his hand the whole movie); Combeferre making a big, special picnic for him in the park only for it to pour and the two of them to end up laughing cuddled under the blanket as they got soaked (and then pushing each other in mud puddles and chasing each other, laughing so hard their sides hurt).
But this year was the first year Combeferre was with him at midnight.
The alarm went off just a minute before midnight and Courfeyrac hit it, excited.
Combeferre groaned, eyes still shut as he tried to pull Courfeyrac back into the cozy tangle of limbs they had fallen asleep in.
Courfeyrac only laughed softly, watching the clock. When the numbers changed, he grinned and nudged Combeferre. “Ferre,” he whispered. “Ferre, c’mon.”
Combeferre let out a questioning sounding “Mmmmm?”
“It’s my birthday.”
“Mhmmm.” He still wasn’t properly waking.
“Aren’t you going to wish me a happy birthday?”
Combeferre finally opened his eyes, blinking blearily and squinting. “You are the most high maintenance creature I have ever met.”
Courfeyrac laughed pleasantly. “You love me,” he accused.
“I do,” he agreed, a smitten smile in place.
Courfeyrac never felt happier than when he was here, with Combeferre’s arms around him, holding him close under the warmth of their covers. “I love you too,” he sighed happily. “Even if you won’t play along.”
Combeferre let out a husky, sleepy laugh. “I have so many surprises planned for today.”
“Do you?” Courfeyrac perked up. He’d known Combeferre was doing something—he always did. But multiple surprises? That was new.
“Mhmm,” Combeferre smiled playfully. “But first you have to go back to sleep.”
“Ugh, you’re like a parent,” Courfeyrac teased, but he snuggled a little closer. Sleep was probably a good idea anyway.
Combeferre pressed a kiss to his forehead. “It’ll be worth it.”
Courfeyrac silently agreed.
It wasn’t until Courfeyrac had started to drift off that Combeferre spoke again. “Courf?”
“Hmmm?” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling his nose into Combeferre’s neck.
“Happy birthday.”
