#mariusette

[barricadebops]

Marius when Cosette asks why he can't come to England with her:

[lesbianmariuspontmercy]

[whorejolras]

was there a courfiusette fic where they sang you and i by ingrid michaelson or was that just in my head

[0zzysaurus]

I knew I recognised A Heart Full of Love from somewhere else ….

[themculibrary]

Budapest (Clint & Natasha) Masterlist

Belize was First, but Budapest was Better (ao3) - bellinibeignet clint/natasha N/R, 8k

Summary: In which Clint hits his head, Natasha’s legs are weapons of mass distraction, and Tony Stark is just so fucking cool.

(What is there to say? It’s another story about what happened in Budapest.)

Blindsided (ao3) - mariusette clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: Obviously, she'd lost it. Listening to the man who tried to kill her is already crazy enough, but actually tending to him after causing his somewhat fatal wound is downright bat-shit insane.

She sighs, again.

Fucking Budapest.

Budapest (ao3) - JunesPegasus N/R, 4k

Summary: Clint Barton aka Hawkeye is sent to eliminate a Russian assassin: Natasha Romanova. But he is soon enchanted by her seductive charme and things turn out way different than he planned.

Budapest (ao3) - MercuryWilliamson (MementoMoriPontifexMortis) clint/natasha E, 2k

Summary: It's Budapest and shower sex in a SHIELD safe house - well more like a SHIELD outhouse but it's enough for them - and Natasha learns what Clint's been hiding and she also learns more about herself.

Budapest (ao3) - ReginaNocis clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: In which Clint and Natasha bring up Budapest increasingly often, but in completely random situations. It doesn't add up, and they're not explaining.

OR

Three times Clint and Natasha reference Budapest, and one time they explain why.

Budapest (ao3) - LokiOfSassgaard T, 1k

Summary: Every SHIELD agent has that one mission that all other missions are compared to. For Clint and Natasha, it was Budapest that set the bar.

Confirmed Mutual Admission (ao3) - AliceinChainmail clint/natasha E, 7k

Summary: You can take her out of Russia, but you can't take the Russian out of her. However...you can take her someplace safe.

Here We Go (ao3) - Caedmon clint/natasha N/R, 1k

Summary: Natasha finds Clint in Budapest and confronts him.

How Clint Barton saved the Black Widow (ao3) - CharonKatharsis G, 538

Summary: A short take on what might have happened in Budapest.

I Need You. I Trust You. I Love You. (ao3) - TeyrianTimelord clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: Hawkeye and Black Widow remember Budapest very differently, but there is one part they both remember crystal clear:

The moment Clint and Natasha truly surrendered themselves to one another.

Love is for children (ao3) - solrosan clint/laura T, 6k

Summary: Natasha and Clint trust each other with their lives, but what will it take for them to trust each other with the rest?

Never Gonna Give You Up (ao3) - leiascully

Summary: Clint and Natasha remember Budapest very differently.

The House in Budapest (ao3) - Belle_Schuyler T, 483

Summary: Clint and Natasha meet for the first time, aka: what actually happened in Budapest.

The Octopus (ao3) - The_Peverells T, 4k

Summary: The Black Widow and Hawkeye first met in Budapest. It didn't go well.

To Remember (Differently) (ao3) - iamazonian clint/natasha G, 826

Summary: Hindsight is a useless superpower for the grieving, but Clint Barton would trade his unparalleled hawkeye vision if it means he'd never forget.

Two Truths and a Lie (ao3) - hannasus clint/natasha T, 11k

Summary: Clint and Natasha remember Budapest very differently.

What Happens Here Stays Here (ao3) - shadesfalcon clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: "It’d taken Clint four days to find her. They hadn’t been gentle with her, really laying on the psychosis-inducing drugs. That, combined with the rough physical treatment, meant she’d lost all memory of the last month. Which, in turn, meant that she absolutely couldn’t remember what had happened in Budapest."

What Happens in Budapest…Comes Home to Roost (ao3) - MarbleGlove clint/laura T, 4k

Summary: Found family and unexpected allies, monsters that needed killing and recovering from brainwashing, … yeah, the New York alien invasion really did remind Natasha of Budapest.

[vivalamusaine]

Marius?!!?!!!!!??

[rpmaniac]

Love at the Luxembourg Gardens

[mademoisellefauchelevent]

“Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her…”

[barricadebops]

At the end of the match, while everyone's cheering, Grantaire unties the favour and raises it to his lips for a kiss, making sure to look at Enjolras the entire time, and he tries to tamp down a laugh when he sees him blush as red as the bandana.

And after watching that, Marius thought that if maybe he did that for the girl he likes he would win her favour too but turns out that was just her Dad's handkerchief...

Enjolras gifts the amis with bandanas and Grantaire starts wearing his tied on his arm, "a token for good luck, from the fairest of them all" and Enjolras just hopes his face is not as red as it feels.

[soliloquies-and-sweets]

Having trouble because you want more f/f in the les mis fandom but you want to stick to the storyline of canon? Want to ship Eposette but also want On My Own to still have a point as a song? Boom! Marius Pontmercy is a girl. Fixed it.

[bootsssss]

I’ve been wanting to draw these kiddos for so long! I love them and they deserve each other.

[barricadebops]

Loving Marius and Cosette hours <3

[lesbianmariuspontmercy]

hating on mariusette is not only cringe but lesbophobic btw

[toosicktoocare]

As is always when I write Les Mis, I got carried away with this, lol 

[1:14 pm] To Mar-Bear: yo your gf is sick

[1:14 pm] From Mar-Bear: What?? Cosette??

Grantaire breathed out a laugh and showed the text to Courfeyrac, who fell back against the couch with a cackle.

[1:15 pm] To Mar-Bear: is there another gf i should know about??

[1:15 pm] From Mar-Bear: OF COURSE NOT! WHAT’S WRONG WITH COSETTE??

Grantaire and Courfeyrac sat giggling on the couch for minutes on end until Cosette shuffled in, arms crossed to combat the small shivers coursing through her slender frame.

“What’s so funny?” She questioned, voice but a soft rasp, and Grantaire tossed his phone to Courfeyrac before hopping to his feet.

“Ah, Blondie, you shouldn’t be up,” Grantaire said, humor shifting into concern as he approached Cosette.

“You guys sounded like you were having a lot of fun out here,” Cosette said, pursing her lips into a pout as she leaned against the living room door frame.

“Sorry, I guess we woke you,” Grantaire said as he pressed a palm to Cosette’s forehead, frowning at the heat. “You really ought to get back to bed,” he added, voice laced with worry.

“But, I want to know what’s got you two laughing so hard,” Cosette countered before turning to coughing lightly into the crook of her elbow.

“Your boyfriend,” Courfeyrac offered, and Cosette turned to him with a frown.

“What’s he doing?”

“Panicking,” Courfeyrac said with a light laugh. “He’s sent five more texts demanding we tell him what’s wrong with you.”

Cosette shook her head, but a small smile played at her lips. “I told you not to tell him until he got here after class.”

“That’s no fun,” Courfeyrac whined, and Cosette breathed out a low laugh, which left her coughing harshly. Grantaire was quick to put a steady hand on her back.

“Easy,” he said lowly, and Cosette nodded before allowing Grantaire to help her back into the bedroom. 

“No more getting up until Marius comes to get you,” Grantaire ordered with a frown, and Cosette waved him away with a breathy laugh as she curled up under the covers on Grantaire’s bed.

“I’ll be back in a moment with some medicine for that fever.” 

*****

“Marius said that’s he’s going to tell Enjolras on you if you don’t answer him right now,” Courfeyrac informed, voice colored with amusement, as Grantaire walked back into the living room.

Grantaire snatched the phone from Courfeyrac’s hand.

[1:27 pm] To Mar-Bear: you better not get me in trouble with E

[1:27 pm] From Mar-Bear: THEN TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY COSETTE

“He said ‘his Cosette’,” Grantaire chucked, and Courfeyrac shook his head.

“What are we going to do with that boy?” Courfeyrac asked just as Grantaire turned back to his phone.

[1:28 pm] To Mar-Bear: aren’t you in law with E right now? shouldn’t you not be texting in class?

There was a four-minute pause before Grantaire’s phone chimed off once more.

[1:32 pm] From Enj :) :): If you don’t tell Marius what’s wrong with Cosette in the next five seconds, you will be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week. 

Grantaire cursed under his breath. “He told E,” he griped, annoyance flaring hot as he tapped away at his phone. 

[1:33 pm] To Enj :) :): sorry love! don’t be mad!

[1:33 pm] To Mar-Bear: plague 

“I told him she’s got the plague,” Grantaire informed, tossing the phone back to Courfeyrac as he started to the kitchen, with Courfeyrac’s muffled laughter following him. 

“Watch him run all the way here,” Courfeyrac called out quietly as Grantaire returned moments later with a glass of water, two pills, and a cool, damp cloth. 

“He wouldn’t,” Grantaire said with a shake of his head as he made his way back to the bedroom. 

Cosette was already sitting up, and she welcomed him back with a polite smile. 

“You’re too kind, R,” she said as he took a spot on the edge of the bed. She accepted the glass of water and the pills, and washed the small pills down with a few sips before setting the water onto the bedside table. 

Before she could lie back, Grantaire reached around her to fluff up her pillows some despite her weak protests. 

“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” he said gently, and Cosette smiled wide. 

“You’re very good at this,” she said, falling back against the pillows when he finished. 

“I’ve got a lot or practice thanks to E’s crap immune system.” He replied easily just as he smoothed the cool, damp cloth across her forehead, prompting her to breathe out a sigh of relief. 

“I bet,” she said, eyelids already dropping, and Grantaire brushed a gentle hand against her cheek. 

“Rest. I’ll tell you when Marius gets here.” 

Cosette nodded just as Grantaire pushed the blankets up to her chin. 

*****

“So, Enjolras texted and said Marius-”

The front door slamming open cut Courfeyrac off. Marius stood, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. 

“Where,” he tried, coughing harshly into his fist. “Where is she!?” 

“Jesus,” Grantaire muttered just as Courfeyrac got to his feet and began to approach Marius. 

“Woah, easy. Try to breathe, Marius.” 

Courfeyrac’s voice was gentle, but when he dropped a hand on Marius’s shoulder, the latter swatted it away. 

“Where is Cosette?” 

“Marius?” 

All three boys jumped when Cosette shuffled into the room, head tilted in confusion. 

“Cosette,” Marius said breathlessly as he closed the distance between the two in a matter of seconds. He cupped her cheeks and pressed his forehead against hers, frowning deeply at the heat. 

“Cosette, my darling,” he began. “You’re burning.” 

Grantaire went to point out that the medicine hadn’t had time to kick in but stopped when Enjolras appeared in the doorway with Combeferre in tow. Both looked fine, albeit confused, and Grantaire’s eyes fell to the car keys dangling in Combeferre’s hand. 

Grantaire sighed and dropped back against the closest wall just as Combeferre nudged Marius aside so he could briefly examine Cosette. 

He felt her forehead, pressed his fingers to the small indent of her wrist to feel her pulse, and then he gently massaged her throat for a moment before turning to Marius. 

“I’d say she’s got a bad cold. She should be fine with a little rest.” 

“R said she had the plague!” Marius snapped, pointing toward Grantaire with narrow eyes. 

“You believed him?” 

Everyone turned to Cosette, who was watching Marius with amused eyes. 

“I was worried!” 

Cosette shook her head as she giggled into her palm. “There was no need. R was taking great care of me.” 

Courfeyrac took the small distraction to sneak out, motioning for Combeferre to go with him. 

“Bye,” he called over his shoulder before he darted out of the room. 

“Call if you need anything,” Combeferre added as he pulled his car keys out and followed Courfeyrac out the door. 

Marius shrugged out of his jacket and draped it across Cosette’s shoulders before snatching Grantaire’s car keys and Cosette’s shoes. He glared at Grantaire. “I’ll be taking your car for right now.” 

Grantaire motioned for him to go ahead just as Marius snaked an arm around Cosette’s waist. 

“Thank you again, R,” Cosette called out softly as Marius led her to the door. Her lips curled up into a gentle smile when Grantaire offered a nod. 

“Of course, Blondie” he said, and moments later, Enjolras was closing the door behind Marius and Cosette. 

Grantaire was quick to close the distance between the two, draping his arms across Enjolras’s shoulder. “Am I banished to the couch?” 

Enjolras sighed. “It would have been a definite yes, but I’m inclined to reconsider now that I know you took good care of Cosette.” 

Grantaire smiled wide, and he pressed his lips against Enjolras’s. 

[bxllgowns]

“I will never go away.”

“I promise.”

[vivalamusaine]

For the fake titles: Pontmercy's Guide to Larks and Hankerchiefs

Send me a fake fic title and I’ll tell you what I’d write to go with it

Tags: Meet cute, Fluff, First Meetings, Alternative Universe: Modern AU, Youtuber AU

Fic Summary: When Marius Pontmercy falls in love with a stranger on the street, his overly excitable and desperate-to-be-viral roommate decides to secretly vlog their budding relationship. Who knew a lost handkerchief could bring them so much drama?

Preview: 

Courfeyrac puts on his best David Attenborough impression as he crouches behind the rose bush, wincing slightly as a branch pokes at his back at an odd angle, but still powering through. Whoever said he didn’t suffer for his art?

“And here we see the rare and awkward Pontmercy, in his most desperate state. Time is against his side, his mating season is almost over, and yet he perseveres. For the tragic Pontmercy has fallen in love with the ravishing lark. And yet, what’s this? The lark seems to be unimpressed, for the Pontmercy has taken to banging his head against a tree like a common woodpecker. Oh dear, oh no. That’s-”

Courfeyrac frowns and turns his camera off. He may be desperate for views but exploiting his friends mental breakdown is a boundary he won’t cross, at least - not without his permission first. He sighs, standing up and wiping the soil from his jeans. He wondered what on earth had gone so wrong when it seemed like they’d finally been hitting their stride over the last few days. For now he’d leave Marius to his grief in private, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to pickup a cheap bottle of wine and chocolate on his way home so they could share it together when he got back.