#trans marius

[minty-didoodle]

transfem marius is so good! maybe her hanging out with transmasc éponine?

Love them✨️

[differentprincedinosaur]

chapter 3 is out I am rilly proud of this one.

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[midasinc]

trans marius and trans cosette <3

hand in hand with bi marius and lesbian cosette. they both help each other come out in multiple ways and it’s have the reason they work so well as besties. cosette comes home with a bra as marius is trying on a binder and they’re both kind of just like

AGAIN??????

[midasinc]

happy trans day of visibility to cosette fauchelevent and marius pontmercy

[midasinc]

trans marius painting trans cosette’s nails

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modern era courfius hcs:

for @a-rose-remembered, bae asf

-courfeyrac likes marius from the start. he has it BAD and it absolutely wrecks him when marius starts talking about this girl that he is deadset on being in love with, but courfeyrac is a good friend even when it hurts and helps marius to find and date this girl. he's happy that marius is happy, but it sucks to see him happy with somebody that isnt himself

-marius gets capital d Dumped because cosette realizes that oh my god she just isn't into guys. marius is sweet and she likes him as a friend but being with a man isnt what she wants and he is SO heartbroken and cries to courfeyrac. courfeyrac doesn't use this as an opening because once again, he's a good friend, and chooses to comfort marius and help him move on. it takes a few months for him to totally recover before he starts thinking that courfeyrac is a really good friend and also has very soft, curly hair and very pretty eyes and oh wait-

-bicon marius pontmercy confirmed

-anyway, they both really love halloween and do matching costumes every year. they always pick a new theme and never repeat a costume. joly and bossuet do the same thing, however, and the two pairs are weirdly competitive about it. one year, all four of them show up in matching sexy-zombie-french-revolution-bourgeoisie and it starts a legitimate fight that takes two months for joly and courfeyrac to fully forgive each other. the next year, feuilly and bahorel show up to the party as "joly and courfeyrac fighting in sexy-zombie-french-revolution-bourgeoisie" and neither courf or joly find it funny at all

-marius is trans and just saved up enough to get top surgery last year. courfeyrac was sosososo supportive and helped him out a lot after the actually surgery by lifting things for him and washing his hair and making sure he was comfy all the time and taking his meds and everything. courfeyrac was a very good bf when it really mattered to marius and that made him very very happy

-courfeyrac was also really helpful when it came to unlearning lots of things. marius's household had really old fashioned viewpoints and those fell onto him as well, but after meeting les amis and seeing different kinds of people and listening to their arguments (more listening than talking after the iconic Marius Gets Owned By Combeferre Incident) helped him realize that he had a lot of internal bias and he wanted to be a good person. courfeyrac explains to him when things are particularly harmful to another person or group when he just genuinely doesn't understand why what he said was bad and i also hc marius to be autistic so he appreciates that courfeyrac tells him straight up without being condescending or talking down to him like he's a baby

-courf has so many food allergies. so many. he's lactose intolerant and marius gets so stressed out when he comes home to see courfeyrac eating ice cream straight from the carton because "nnnnooooooooooooo you can't eat that!" but he's still nice enough to bring him pepto-bismol and his lactaid pills when courfeyrac gets a stummy ache

-marius can't stand pickles and a lot of other foods. he's not purposely picky but so many textures of food make him gag and he just can't do it. marius doesn't really like eating out for this very reason because he doesn't want to be in a situation where he just can't stomach something he didn't ask for. courfeyrac notices this when they do go out, though, and he wants marius to eat enough so if an order comes and it has something that marius can't do, he'll go up to ask the worker about it because marius is too anxious to. either that or he'll eat the pickle! courfeyrac loves pickles and he eats them all the time

-THE FISH!!!!! they have fish. courfeyrac has owned a fish every year of his life and he won't stop now. marius moved in and at first he didn't really notice or care about the fish but now he cares just as much as courfeyrac. they both fret the fuck over this little fish in its tank and are horrified of the thought of accidentally killing it. they both have a part-time job of worrying about this fish. its tank is very cute, though. jehan bought them LED lights for the tank and it's very well stocked and decorated for the lil guy

-marius had to have physical affection grow on him and it took a while, but the best way for courfeyrac to work with this was to always ask first and never be surprising. if he wanted to hold marius's hand he'd ask. if he wanted to hug him from behind he'd ask. even after marius becomes desensitized to touch with courfeyrac, courfeyrac still asks for permission every time he wants to do something

-courfeyrac is an attorney (he actually works at the same firm as enj) and marius has a job at a natural history museum. usually once a week, courfeyrac will come over during his lunch break to pick up his bf and they eat at the museum's cafe because marius already has an order he likes to get and courfeyrac is just happy to be there and see his bf

-marius also works in the back part of the museum, cataloguing new items and such and he fucking loves his job. evenings are always very eventful bc he can just infodump about this and that history-related topic while courfeyrac makes dinner

-courfeyrac gets insecure about his looks really easily. he doesn't mean to, but it happens. a lot of people have put so much worth on his looks during his life that he worries that when his looks aren't great, his worth as a person decreases. marius has learned to not be shocked by the occasional meltdown over a breakout or a change in courfeyrac's weight or worst of all- the day courfeyrac found a grey hair. he's not always sure what to say but he can press a kiss to courfeyrac's cheek and reassure him that he still loves him very much and he's still worth very very much as a person if he breaks out on his chin

-marius doesn't smoke weed because it just heightens his anxiety (he's tried it once and will never again), but he doesn't mind courfeyrac smoking. the smoke he isn't a fan of, but courfeyrac usually smokes outside or uses a dab pen so it doesn't bother marius. marius also doesn't mind a high courfeyrac because he gets very sleepy and is very happy and splays himself across the bed

[benevolenterrancy]

Hey! I was wondering if you had any ftm Marius headcannons?

Okay,but how about canon era trans Marius?  Because I haven’t writtenanything canon era related in a while and I’m in the mood for it

Imaginea boy who’s called Marie Pontmercy who doesn’t have any word for whathe is (and won’t, not a commonly recognized one at least, for almosta century and a half) and has to live in his grandfather’s house,being told to be a good girl, being forced into dresses, taughtwomanly arts, listening to his grandfather eventually start tospeculate on potential marriage prospects for him.  The pronouns makehim uncomfortable, like a hand dragged the wrong way up a cat’s back,and he was always getting in trouble with his tutors for leaving theE off the ends of adjectives he uses to describe himself.

(“It’sje suis égarée,Marie, with the extra E.  My girl, I don’t understand how you alwaysmanage to forget that!  A childcan manage it, you simple creature, really,” his grandfather scoldshim one day after reading the letter he’d been writing to his father. Ce que je suis est énervé,thinks Marius rebelliously to himself but adds the extra E onanyways, even if it always somehow just looks… wrong.)

Mariuswho once (at least once) had to spent almost an entire day trying notto cry after he got a new corset and saw what it did to hissilhouette in the mirror, how much it pinched him in and accentuatedhis curves.  Marius who insists on wearing the most conservative,unfashionable gowns he can get away with because he can’t stand anyof his cleavage showing at all.  Fortunately his grandfather isn’tsuper up on the nuances of current Parisian women’s fashion and sodoesn’t question why Marius isn’t wearing sloping shoulders or suchthings.    

Mariuswho has a pair of his grandfather’s trousers, a shirt, and a cravathidden at the very bottom of a drawer, beneath a couple ofparticularly awful lacy chemises that he never touches.  He wouldtake a jacket too except he knows those will be missed.  So he waitsfor when his grandfather goes to spend time around the town beforesneaking back up to his room, locking his bedroom door, and anxiouslytaking out the clothes, putting them on, and tying his hair tightbehind his head.  All while checking over his shoulder the entiretime, as if he expects his aunt to come swooping in at any moment. Despite the fear and shame attached to it, those are calming times,to look in the mirror and see something that looks at least somewhatright.  After a whilehe steals several more cravats and uses them to bind his breasts downso that when he puts on the shirt his chest looks nearly flat.

Imaginewhen he and Courfeyrac meet.  Courfeyrac is going on and on about howa pretty girl like him shouldn’t be out in the streets on her own,and how he would of course help any fair maiden in need, and aboutbeing a knight for the lovely damsel in distress – all meant to beharmless and fun, of course, but after everything, after finding outabout his father and the fight with his grandfather and losing hishome Marius just snaps.  Andhe screams at Courfeyrac that “I AM NOT A GIRL.” In that moment he isn’t even really sure what hemeans, he’s never been able to fully conceptualize this feeling,except he knows that it’s right. More right than the curve of his chest and the E’s that get attachedto his descriptors.

Sohe just stands there in the streets, in this ugly, black dress thatpinches in his waist and makes his  hips look huge which he justhates, waiting forthis kind stranger to laugh or scorn or point out the fact that hehas breasts, rightthere, they’re very prominent.  You’re obviously a girl.

ExceptCourfeyrac doesn’t do that.  He considers this person in front of himand he doesn’t really get it but he finally says, “Okay.  Myapologies.  What are you?”

“I…I’m a boy.  I’m a man.  I… I am.  I am.”

“Ah. Fair enough.  Then I suppose I can offer you the spare mattress inmy own rooms if you like, without it being indecent.  Is your namereally Marie then?”  After all, it’s not like Courfeyrac can makejudgments about people altering their names to reflect who they are.

Andon the spot Marius decides, no, it isn’t.  Because this Courfeyrac isgiving him a chance to be whatever he wants – to be what he is– and what he is isn’tMarie.  So then and there he decides: Marius.  He doesn’t want itchanged too drastically, because his father gave him the name Marie,but Marius just feels so much… better.  It fits.  So from thatpoint on Courfeyrac only ever addresses Marius by the name Marius. Only introduces him to people as Marius, only ever refers to him inthe masculine, never writes an extra E, or turns an F into a -ve,never does anything than acknowledge that Marius is anything but aman.

“Ionce had to listen to Grantaire debate whether or not we’re evenhumans,” Courfeyrac tells him one evening.  “Believing you’re aman is much easier than believing that we might be nothing more thanwishful thinking.”

Infact the only time anything about this made Courfeyrac lose hiscomposure was when he returned home one evening to find Marius infront of their mirror, hair around his feet and scissors in his hand. Courfeyrac will tell anyone who’ll listen that he has never seensuch an offensive haircut in his entire life.  So Courf jammed one ofhis top hats onto Marius head so that it’d be big enough to drop downto Marius’ ears and hide his hair, and then hauled him off to his ownbarber so that Marius might be able to leave the house again withoutembarrassing both of them.

Orimagine when Courf gives Marius his old, green jacket.  It seemsobvious to Courfeyrac – Marius obviously has no desire to go aboutin his dress anymore (in fact the two of them gleefully burn thecorset over the stove one evening, and nearly get themselves kickedout for the amount of smoke they choke the place with), so he’s goingto need some menswear.  It’s just an old coat after all, and it’shardly tailored to Marius’ size, but it’ll have to do.  He’s reallynot sure how to handle it when Marius looks like he might cry overhis old, ratty hand-me-downs.

Andit does take Marius a while to get use to wearing trousers andjackets without feeling bad.  It takes him a while to shake thefeeling of shame or deviance or perversity when he does it.  Having afriend who supports you whole-heartedly and who doesn’t seem to thinkit remotely strange definitely helps.  So does putting on a waistcoatand jacket over his shirt and binder and seeing his chest hiddencompletely and feeling so so so rightabout it.  So does every day he shakes free of his grandfather’scloying shadow a bit more and is able to realize that he is free tobe his own man.

[excessively-english-jd]

Dude. Dude but trans guy marius in a modern au and gillernorandnd (fuck that spelling) has never accepted him at all and marius usually just takes the constant misgendering and use of his birth name but once he and Cosette get married she decides that she's not gonna let this happen and gets one of those obnoxious airhorns and every. Single. Time. Marius gets misgendered she honks it really loudly like "ah, my granddaught-*horrible honking sound*"

Oh my goodness

Cosette would just *HONK* “You are wrong sir try again”. Marius is torn between embarrassment, gratefulness, and a dark sense of amusement at seeing his grandfather jump out of his skin whenever Cosette whips out that horn.

It doesn’t take Gillenormand very long after that to learn the right pronouns and the right name.