#courfehan

[ilmaredovenontocchi]

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[courfee]

Now Warm in Love

Summary: Jehan has an awful day and Courfeyrac has an awful sweater

Tags: Modern AU; Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Word count: 1k

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It was a cold morning when Jehan awoke. It had been a cold night and a cold evening before and Jehan started suspecting that the heating had really finally stopped working. He rolled to the side, trying to find the warmth of his boyfriend next to him but only found a cold, empty spot. “Oh,” the poet sighed, his voice not quite there yet. This was going to be a bad day.

It was indeed a bad day. As it turned out the heating was in fact broken and the minus degrees outside that slowly started creeping into the apartment did nothing to lift Jehan's mood. Furthermore, when he went to dress himself he found all his cosy, warm sweaters to be in the washing machine and the only socks he could find were plain black ones, without any idea when he or Courfeyrac had started wearing black socks.

Courfeyrac still wasn't there when Jehan found his beloved sunflower on the windowsill had wilted and he wasn't there when his favourite ball point pen ran out of ink. To top it all off Jehan started feeling the familiar dreaded heaviness of writer's block crawling into his head, taking in all the space there and almost driving him to tears. Oh, how he hated this day.

“Where are you Courf, where are you my love,” Jehan whispered into the empty apartment hugging his arms around his chest, trying to warm himself, imagining it was his boyfriend who took him into his embrace. It only made him feel worse, the loneliness got only more apparent. If only he wasn't alone, if only his sun was there to warm him. The melancholy did finally take over and the little poet started shaking, if from the cold or the tears that fought their way out of his eyes he couldn't tell. He was alone. He was alone and his boyfriend had left him in his grief, in this cold.

The young man stumbled to his lovers cupboard, pulling out a sweater in awfully clashing orange and green tones. Oh, how he hated it, this truly hideous thing Courfeyrac somehow adored so much. He had sworn never to give it anything but hateful glances but now he hugged it to his chest, smelling the fabric and thinking of Courfeyrac. The dark curled man loved it to pieces, swore it was his lucky sweater and some days looked after it better than after himself. It was the most Courfeyrac thing Jehan could think of and despite every ounce of hate for the colours and patterns he pulled it over his head, disappearing in comfortable warmth and the sweet distinctive smell of Courfeyrac. It wasn't quite the same as curling up in his lovers arms, but it was as close as he could get on this grey day.

Jehan instantly felt better. He could practically feel how his head started to clear as his body slowly warmed up again. The poet moved back to the double bed and sat down with pen and notebook, determined to fight this colourless day and to put his melancholy to use. He curled up deeper in the sweater and wrote, jotting down line after tear-filled line of poetry until his hands were nearly as blue as the page he was writing on. Eventually he drifted off to sleep, pen still in hand, curled up like a cat dreaming of soft arms around him.

“Jehan!” The poet woke up with a start at the choked cry, “My sweater!”

Jehan looked up at the dark haired man in the doorway, then down at the now ink stained sweater.

“Oh no, oh no, no no, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I didn't want I-”

Tears filled his eyes. He had ruined it. There he was, his boyfriend, finally returned to him holding a heap of blankets and pillows and now he was angry at him because he, Jehan, had ruined his most treasured piece of clothing. He himself had turned this bad day into a catastrophic one.

Jehan rubbed at the fabric, desperately trying to get the ink out while tears fell onto the sweater, seeping into the orange and green leaving dark, wet splotches.

Courfeyrac was at the bed in a few strides. “Stop that.”

Jehan flinched. “I-I'm s- so so-”

Courfeyrac didn't let him finish but wrapped him tightly in his arms. “Hey, hey no. Shhh. Shh my love, please don't cry, I hate seeing you cry, it's okay.”

“But y-your sweater,” the poet hiccuped into his boyfriend's chest.

“It's just a sweater. I may love it but I love you so much more. I'd gladly give it away if it meant I could see your smile. Hell, I'd give a thousand sweaters in exchange for your happiness. We can wash it later, it's just ink, it will probably wash out. Please stop crying, it's all okay. I love you, so so much.”

“But you left...,” Jehan sniffed, but buried deeper into the embrace.

“I thought I had told you.. I went out to help Enj with his new shelf. I also asked Feuilly what to do about our heating and he said we should live with blankets and tea for now but he'll come around tomorrow and try to fix it.” So as to underline his words Courfeyrac wrapped three blankets around the two of them. “I'm so sorry if I forgot to actually tell you all of this.”

Jehan gave a small humming sound as an answer. He looked up at his most beautiful sunflower, his dark, sincere eyes gently fixed on Jehan's face. It was all okay. “I love you.”

Courfeyrac smiled and kissed his boyfriend softly on the lips before answering: “I love you too.” Then he looked around at the mess at their shared bed. “So I take it you were quite productive today. What did you write?”

“...Stuff,” Jehan answered slowly, “it's not very happy. You weren't there.”

Cuddling his little poet, Courfeyrac murmured: “Well I am now. Maybe the happy will come now.”

And for the first time that day, Jehan smiled. In the hideous, far too big sweater he wrapped his arms around Courfeyrac and kissed him slowly, laying all the words of love and contentedness he couldn't bring to paper onto his lover's lips.

Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.

[chihirochill-archive]

Not to be extra but I feel like that skull story is deadass something that happened to courf in his and jehans canon when he went over for Halloween and jehan had to make a quick city-pharma run and courf decided the next time they hung out it would be at his and ferre and jolras’s place

[sectioavrea]

instagram profiles → les misérables;

part 3 of ? : jehan and courfeyrac

[jehanfleuraire]

[ modern amis ] ‣ courfeyrac et jean prouvaire

[roseponine-blog]

hello my amis, please like/reblog if you post (mostly) les mis stuff ?? i need more blogs to follow! :^)

[cy-lindric]

i've always thought jehan and courf would work well, i don't know why they just seem like they'd be so lovely together, what do you think?

I think it's a very lovely ship indeed, although I have stopped going in that direction mostly because it felt a bit too fluffy for me somehow ? I'm a bad person who likes problematic and angsty ships that probably wouldn't be any healthy irl. Also I have read some that was rather bad characterized and I found a lot of topos tropes that annoyed me a bit in that ship but I still think Jehan/courf is adorable and they have a special place in my heart ! I also drew that ship for an art trade and I liked it a lot :)

[cy-lindric]

jehan/courf is a bit of a guiltyship for me b/c i rly ship ferre/courf and jehan/bahorel it feels a bit strange leaving your main ship haha

haha yes I feel you on that ! I've had several people telling me they have Jehan/Courf as their guilty ship and I'm still quite suprised because I thought it was a commonly accepted thing but it's actually super interesting !