#courfius

[devasdiary]

fashionistas cosette and courfeyrac and their sad little loser boyfriend marius <3

[shamedumpster]

touch-starved courfius anyone?

[lesbianmariuspontmercy]

upon meeting marius courfeyrac calls dibs on him in front of all les amis and everyone is like… courfeyrac NOBODY but you wants him

[thepigeonsfanart]

Happy pride

[toffyrats]

doodles from the brick

[hamlet-not-hamnet]

how to deal with love triangles: a guide by courfeyrac

[the-lark-not-the-dove]

Why this deleted scene from Les Mis (2012) would not have fit well in the film:

I have some feelings about this little bit of the Les Mis 2012 commentary.

I feel like if anyone were to have killed the soldier who murdered Gavroche, it should and would have been Courfeyrac or Grantaire.

Marius is not the type of character to react in anger, and that's what's special about his character.

Marius is a character that is full of passion and strong emotion, but what makes him special is that he isn't vengeful or short-tempered. He's calm and compassionate in a way that sets him apart from other characters similar to him or his archetype.

Marius is the type to be less concerned with vengeance and more concerned with the grief of the loss of Gavroche. Revenge would certainly not be the first thing on his mind when faced with Gavroche's death, but shock and grief would be.

Courfeyrac or, more fittingly, Grantaire in this case, seem like they would be more concerned with vengeance than Marius. Courfeyrac less so because he would be so shaken with the loss of Gavroche. However, he was the most attached to Gavroche in the film, and more likely to act in anger than Marius would be. However, Grantaire would be a fitting choice for this action because firstly, Grantaire is attached to Gav in the book and the musical. Secondly, Grantaire would be the most likely to seek vengeance in any case. He's petty, vindictive, cynical, moody. He would seem, when looking at his character, that he would be the most likely to do this. (However, after looking through some of your comments, It's possible that Grantaire was asleep during this part of the battle. At least, in the book he certainly was)

Whilst I'm not sure if it should have been included at all, it is an interesting concept, and thanks for reading this post, I know it's long but I wanted to blab about my funny little guys and how they act.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[hayzeydayzey]

It is still pride month!! have some shameless courfius!!

[kjack89]

Never Say Die

Happy Barricade Day!

On the night of June 5th, Marius arrived home late. Cosette was not waiting for him at the door, wringing her hands with worry. She had learned her lesson after the first year, after hours spent pacing, wondering when Marius would return, fearing that something had happened to him – he was weak still, weaker than he would ever admit, try as he did to be strong for her especially, but his body had not yet fully healed even a year on, to say nothing of the other wounds he bore that very well may never heal. Marius had returned home eventually that first June night, late enough that the date had slipped from the 5th to the 6th, and when finally he did walk through the door, Cosette threw her arms around him. “I feared the worst,” she told him, her voice muffled against his shoulder. “I feared I may have lost you.”

His only response had been to stroke her dark hair gently, holding her until she let go. He offered no word then of where he had gone, or where he would again go the following year, or the year after. He did not voice the names of those he had lost, no more than he shared any tales of the time they had spent together. 

Not then, at least, but Cosette had slowly learned of those who had suffered the fate Marius had come so close to, when Marius let slip a name or the start of a story. At first, he would break off, his face creasing with pain from a wound that would never truly mend, no matter her ministrations. Then, over time, he would tell her more. Very rarely about the barricade itself, but more about the small moments he had shared with his friends, his observations of the men he had known.

As the years passed, Cosette felt like she finally knew the men she had never had a chance to meet, the men whose impact on Marius remained marked, even after all this time.

So much so that every June 5th, like the one in question, he would disappear from their house to spend time, seemingly, with the ghosts of his memory as his only companion.

And though she would never understand what it must be like to carry them with him, she could equally never find it in herself to begrudge him this one indulgence.

On the night in question, Cosette had long since retired to their bed, though she was still awake when he slipped in beside her, and she waited for him to make himself comfortable and blow out his candle before curling against him. 

For a long moment they lay together in silence until finally Cosette ventured softly, “I know that you miss them.”

Marius sighed. “I do,” he confirmed, equally quiet.

Cosette lifted herself up to tell him, sincerely, “I wish there was anything more I could do to ease this ache each June.”

Wordlessly, Marius gathered her to him, kissing her forehead. “I do miss them,” he repeated, “but that is– it is an old hurt now.” He shook his head. “Time heals, they say, and I know not how much truth there is in such a pat sentiment. But it does ease the consternation, at least slightly. And besides…”

He trailed off and Cosette frowned up at him. “And besides?” she prompted after a moment.

Marius cleared his throat. “And besides, they’re not gone, of course,” he finished, his voice a little rough. “Not truly.”

“In the way that no one who we love ever truly leaves us?” Cosette asked, laying her head against Marius’s chest.

He bent to press another kiss to the top of her head. “Yes,” he said, “but also no. It’s more than that.”

She tilted her head up toward him. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated. “I mean…they live on,” he said finally, the starkness of the statement emphasizing its sincerity. “They must.” He shrugged almost helplessly. “Just as I feel they must have lived before. Whenever one galvanizes a small group against all odds, I must believe that Enjolras is there in that moment, in that strength in the arm hoisting a flag high.”

Cosette had never heard him speak of his friends this way, and she almost held her breath, as if afraid that would be enough to break the spell.

Marius stroked her hair almost absentmindedly as he continued, something soft and almost wistful in his tone, “When one manages to teach the most important of lessons with the simplest of words, I must believe that Combeferre is speaking through them, as once he spoke to me. When one is bone-weary from scraping a living but still shows up in every way that matters, they keep Feuilly alive with them.”

His hand stilled and Cosette tightened her grip on him, just slightly, the small movement enough for his hand to resume its motions. “Bossuet lives through every selfless gesture, every sacrifice which may seem small but lights a fire that can never be extinguished, and Joly lives at his side to walk through that fire with him.” 

Despite himself, he smiled, just slightly. “And should my words, should anyone’s words in service of revolution seem even slightly poetic, then I know it is only because Jehan breathes them from our lips. And when words fail and fists become the only recourse, I know Bahorel is there, with that fierce grin.” 

He shook his head, his smile fading. “And whenever a toast is raised to friendship, to the unbreakable bonds of brotherhood, I will only ever see Grantaire, his bottle held aloft.”

“And Courfeyrac—” 

For the first time, his voice broke, and Cosette held him even tighter, not daring to speak. After a long moment, Marius cleared his throat, though he made no attempt to finish his thought, only kissing Cosette once more, the gesture saying more than his words ever could.

“They lived,” Marius said finally, his voice quiet but banded with steel. “They were real, flesh and blood. I touched them, I knew them, I loved them.”

Again his voice broke. “Love them still.”

He swallowed, hard, his voice rough and pained as he said, barely louder than a whisper, “And they died. And a part of my heart died with them on the barricade that day.”

There was just the hint of sob in his voice, the hint of such naked pain that caught in his throat as if he didn’t dare share it, and Cosette’s heart broke for him. Wordlessly, she propped herself upright and tugged him down so that their positions were reversed, so that she held Marius against her breast as he curled around her, hot tears soaking the bodice of her nightgown.

After a long moment, Marius recovered somewhat, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath and shifting so that his head rested against his shoulder, and he reached down to take her hand, lacing their fingers together. “They died,” he repeated, more steadily this time. :But their ideas—” He shook his head. “They were never solely theirs and so could never, can never, truly die.” He turned his head to press a kiss to her shoulder before adding, “Not until all chains and broken and there are no battles left to fight, at least.”

He brushed his thumb lightly against her knuckles. “It is a beautiful gift, in a way,” he whispered, more to himself than to her, “to live forever as a thread in the fabric of freedom.” He squeezed her hand. “And as much as I miss them, and I do, some days more than words, some days so much that my heart feels it might claw its way from my chest, there is great comfort in knowing that.”

Marius took one last deep breath before finishing, “And it makes it at least a little easier to bear.”

For one long moment, Cosette was silent, simply holding Marius against her, her own unshed tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Then she bent to kiss his forehead like a benediction, like absolution for that pain she knew he still carried with him. “For what little it is worth,” she whispered, “though I never met them, I feel as though they live within my heart as well.”

“It is worth everything,” he told her, tugging her down to kiss her properly before telling her, “And that too makes it easier to bear.”

As much as she would never truly know if Marius meant it, or simply said it to ease her own conscience, the secondhand hurt she carried from him, Cosette still felt something warm bloom in her chest at his words, and she pulled him closer still, holding him silently  with the only comfort she could offer until sleep claimed them both.

If all of his friends lived within him, within any who continued their fight, then Cosette had to believe that Marius too would live on inside anyone who survived to fight still.

And as she drifted to sleep still holding Marius against her, she could not help but think that was as beautiful a belief as any she’d ever held.

[ruedesfillesducalvaire]

[me entering the les misérables fandom]

victor hugo really said gay rights like...literally every gay ship goes so hard.

valvert? redemption....remaking oneself....the shifting hierarchy....punish me monsieur le maire....bondage chicken at the barricade....the decades-long pursuit....enemies to lovers...

rating: SLAPS.

enjoltaire? canon comparisons to achilles/patroclus....not to me not if it's you....be serious i am wild....anything for you....

rating: SLAPS.

éposette? we grew up together but never really knew each other....i was cruel to you but we were children...do you even recognise me now...you are kind to me even though....

rating: SLAPS.

courfius? well obviously when marius doesn't get with cosette, he absolutely hooks up with courfeyrac after he's done sulking. marius is the epitome of a useless bisexual.

rating: SLAPS.

[devasdiary]

vivent les mariés ! 💌💐

bonus: courfeyrac and enjolras being proud of marius

[shamedumpster]

If you're doing more ami in your outfits I would be delighted to see a Marius (honorary ami but ya know)

This is kind of cheating, because two of these aren't my fits, but I couldn't resist some courfmarisette, given the opportunity.

My partner and partner-in-law are both goth, so this is what it actually looks like sometimes when the polycule goes out together

[sharkemojis]

something still so funny to me about the fact that courfeyrac gets shipped with both combeferre AND marius

like just humour me for a moment and headcannon sl*tty mr courfeyrac whos fucking both of them regularly and they all know it but combeferre and marius just kinda,,, fucking hate each other?? like give each other the side eye all the time,,, roll their eyes when courfeyrac is with the other,,,, so much comedic potential

[friends-to-lovers-tournament]

Friends to Lovers Tournament: Round 1, Side A, Match 12

propaganda under the cut!

Narlie:

I mean, look at them! Also they work through problems together with communication and help both eachother out, and themselves. They are a great example of a healthy relationship, they have more than one dimension to them, they aren't just a cute couple, they're actual people. Whatever issue arises, they can work through it together! ❤️

Courfius:

LIKE UM. basically marius is dirt poor at some point and probably homeless. and then courfeyrac just walks up to him upon overhearing something about that and is just like. 'i am taking you in now. you're with me <3'. and they've been homies ever since

they kind of live together??? and they share clothes and such. courf also helps marius find other new friends!! and introduces him to their friend group!!!

marius saves him from dying on the barricades and then they hug it's very cute.

constantly teases marius about cosette (his crush) endearingly <3. ALSO CANONICALLY: marius voice 'i have come to sleep with you'. for a french novel published in the 1860s that's kinda fruity

and after the barricades marius refers to courf as an intimate friend iirc???

essentially if it wasn't 1832 and also courfeyrac didn't die i think they would've gotten married or something (and sure why not get cosette in there too)

[thatisntverycombefair]

courfius shippers

I am making a Spotify playlist

someone give me songs that relate to them please :)

[elinordash]

Courfeyrac bandaging Marius's head with his cravat is such a tender moment amidst all the chaos of the battle