#prouveyrac?

[luobingmeis]

pairing: romantic 3zun

content: 3.3k of fluff, technically in novel timeline this is during the 13 year gap but it's also a time away from time where 3zun are happy and in love, it's lan xichen's birthday and he has so much love to give (and he is so loved)

summary:

As much as he dreamed of more for the three of them, he often looked at what they had already survived, at the places they had built for each other within their lives, and he was content. He was happy. They were happy. For a long time, he didn’t think any of them would be able to say that.

(likes/reblogs greatly appreciated! <3)

[les-amis-de-l-a-bae-c]

Courfeyrac, letting Jehan win at arm wrestling: Awh! Darn it! You won again!!

Bahorel, slamming Feuilly’s arm down at full force: See that’s what yoU GeT FeUiLly! THaT’S WhAt YOu GET WHEN YoU MESS WITH tHe WaRriOR!!!

[prouvairesuggestions]

🌹Prouvaire/Courfeyrac Fanfiction Masterlist🌹

All stories on this list are available at Archive Of Our Own. This list was requested by anon followers.

The Beloved To His Poet by rose_coloured (Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Modern Setting)

The Philosophy of Sunflowers by rose_coloured (Fluff, Hurt & Comfort, Studying,Modern Setting)

Now Warm in Love by courfee  (Fluff, Mild Hurt & Comfort, Modern Setting)

Joy and Life Inside Our Souls by the_sky_is_forever (Misunderstanding, Mutual Pining, Love Confession, First Kiss, Modern Setting)

Blushing and Butterflies by randomtinyplaces (Hogwarts AU, Fluff, First Kiss)

A Poet and a Flirt and a Night of Carousing by Pthithia (Secret Relationship, Single Parent, Modern Setting)

Roses Mean Love, Right? by orphan_account (Pining, Love Declaration, Flowers)

Bursts Forth In Joy by the_sky_is_forever (Magic AU, Love Confessions, Pining, First Kiss)

Latte Doodles by aislingdoheanta (Coffee Shop AU, Awkward Flirting, Happy Ending, First Meeting)

Blown Here By The Winds Of Chance by torakowalski (Romance, CW: Alcoholism, Slow Build, First Time, Modern Setting)

Figures Dancing Gracefully by jehancourf (Romance, First Meeting, Memories)

Whatever a Moon Has Always Meant by jehancourf (Grindr, Pining, Fluff, Modern Setting)

Carry Our Bodies Safe to Shore by Ibbyliv (Fluff, Nostalgia, Mutual Pining, First Date, First Kiss)

Troublemaker by anastasiapullingteeth (Modern Setting, PWP (Porn Without Plot)

Never Have I Ever by emilyshee (Games, Love Confession, Mutual Pining, Enjoltaire Background)

Five Times Courfeyrac Took Jehan’s Breath Away by orphan_account (Fluff, Five Times Fic)

With Reverence to the Moonlight by TheLordOfLaMancha (Fluff, Character Studies)

World Ain’t Ready by idiopathicsmile (Enjoltaire fic, with CourfJehan in the background)

All the Pretty Ones by satb31 (Clubbing, CW: Alcohol, NSFW, Modern Setting)

Glitter, Flowers and Long Red Hair by nevermindgrantaire (Reunions, Old Friends, Parties, Modern Setting)

Writ in Water by Ibbyliv (Established Relationship, Fluff, Bubble Bath)

Goodnight by jehans (Canon Era, Angst)

Swimming Along by butterflybaby9 (Swimming, Modern Setting)

Ici, Avec Vous by barricadebutts (Fluff, Modern Setting)

Loverless Nights by booksandbalks (Fluff, Modern Setting)

Congratulations On The Sex by jehans (Fluff, Morning After, Modern Setting)

Yoga Pants Have Never Looked So Fine by ratedgrandr (First Meeting, Yoga, Modern Setting)

Flowers by ladylegsenjolras (Fluff, Drabble)

The Haircut by lullabelle_moon (Fluff, Modern Setting)

On Doodled Roses and Poetry by mesozoickara (Fluff, Poems, Hipster!Jehan, Modern Setting)

The Night We Met, by rose_coloured (Meet Cute, Fluff, Modern Setting)

Bloom by jehansflower (Fluff, Modern Setting)

Who Went To Our Heads by templeg (Teasing, Flirting, Modern Setting)

Petals in The Bath Tub by EV Litwin (Fluff, Rated T, Modern Setting)

So This Is Summer by prouvairy (Romantic Fluff)

The Courtship of Jean Prouvaire by shelny18 (Secret Admirer, Flowers, Modern Setting)

Something Sweeter by DiaryofaMadTheaterMajor (NSFW, Cuddling & Snuggling)

In Which Courfeyrac Kisses Everyone (But Mostly Jehan) by orphan_account (Five Times Fic, Modern Setting)

Occupied by MademoiselleAbaisse (Airplane, Dirty Talk, NSFW-ish, Modern Setting)

A Zoo Proposal by AvielleSierra (Zoo, Proposal, Modern Setting)

Unapproachable by cumberpatchcats (Pining, Complicated Relationship, Breaking Up & Making Up, Angst With A Happy Ending)

All Is Calm, All Is Bright by cloudsandpassingevents (Fluff, Romance)

Flowers by Pastel_Teacups (Fluff, Flowers, Modern Setting)

Constellations by astillsoftershade (Fluff, Established Relationship)

A Lover Of Beauty by TheConsultingBarricadeGirl (Fluff, Romance, NSFW)

Silly Love Songs by apolloswinecask0225 (Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Songs, Making Out)

[courfee]

museum date 

Jehan - @theyrgazebosmum  Courfeyrac - @courfee (me)

[littlesmartart]

DRAWTOBER #27 - If You Need A Little Sunshine by PieceOfCait

The revolution looms and Paris is crawling with National Guardsmen. Les Amis are desperate to move their extra munitions to where the barricades will rise, but have no discrete means for transport. Lucky for them, Courf is more than just a pretty face. He’s an ideas man.

day twenty seven is a reeeeallly really cute fic from last year’s fic exchange that has Jehan smuggling ammunition in a dress and Courfeyrac losing his shit over a swordcane - as well as TENSION and Grantaire being a shit and SMOOCHES!! it’s fantastic and really fun and I love it a lot. 

[deboracabral]

Hey Jess I drew u a thing @little-smartass

[minyoongothic]

                                                                         Can't we give ourselves one more chance? Why can't we give love that one more chance?

Les Mis Aesthetics | Courferre + Prouveyrac + Jehanferre = JehanCourFerre.

To: @enjolsad.

[little-smartass]

ugh I have a les mis fic that literally just needs a quick beginning and a quick end and I’M REALLY PLEASED WITH IT so I really wanna get it done rather than just let it rot but MY BRAIN IS SO BLANK

[ethospathoslogan]

i’ve banged out two fics for other fandoms in the past like three days so let’s hope that i can channel this motivation into energy for my fics here bc i have!!! to finish the secret agent AU also i have a gift to give and i have a fun idea

[dead-amis-society]

I came across these pictures and they give off such a Prouveyrac vibe If someone draws fanart of this I’ll love you forever

[luobingmeis]

i still have saved the hogwarts au courferre matchmaker fic. it's still So Good

GOD COURFERRE..................... I MISS THEM SO MUCH 

tbt to when i had the url “jecourferre” saved like i was 100% never going to use it but i hoarded it for years 

[criticalfic]

the campsite after the storm

the campsite after the storm by prouveyrac (1,205 words)

The ExU squad talks after the finale about if they miss home. I think this absolutely nails all the characters’ voices and it’s such a lovely snapshot of that aftermath moment and how they might start to keep going.

[courfee]

1|2|3

Jehan - @freckledjolras Courfeyrac - @courfee (me) 

photo credit @notactuallybatman

[littlesmartart]

this week's friday art is of a photo taken by @notactuallybatman of @courfee and @freckledjolras as courf and jehan that I just couldn't resist painting because it's so gorgeous!

[ao3feed-logince]

by prouveyrac

It has been one hundred years since that fateful fight when those sickened by pride and wrath were crushed under the weight of what they had done. The Wall of Vine and Thorn remained as well, perhaps serving as the only reminder that whatever undead was trapped inside might very well still lurk.

Yet, for one hundred years, the Wall of Vine and Thorn remained impenetrable.

And then, on the day of the hundredth-and-first year, there was an opening.

Words: 905, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Morality | Patton Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Janus Sanders

Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders, main moxiety, Side Logince, and the friendships are very important to me

Additional Tags: Vampires, Royalty AU, Eventual Romance, prince patton ends up in the realm of vampire princes, the prologue is very storybook like, the rest of the fic will not be like that

[minyoongothic]

Strawberry Season

[AO3] | Les Misérables Fanfiction | 1k+ | Courfeyrac/Prouvaire | Established/Secret Relationship | Undetermined Era | Romantic Fluff | Short Fic | No Beta Read.

"Strawberry season" is a reference to Clarice Lispector's The Hour of the Star.

Summary: Jehan began to think about those unexpected words, biting his lower lip, trying to suppress a smile. Oh, Courfeyrac loved it…

It was the middle of Spring. The air seemed crisper and sweeter in that afternoon, and the sun was gentle with the delicate flowers that filled the wild, untouched fields. In the crystalline stream, dragonflies flew over kissing the running waters. Protected by the illuminated corner of the placid hill, Courfeyrac was lying on a huge towel with his good friend, the gentle poet Jean Prouvaire. Or Jehan, as he preferred to be called.

When there was just the two of them together, Courfeyrac would risk calling him "love” instead.

Although he lamented every day that they weren’t yet free to express to the world what they felt, it was comforting the feeling of being himself when only Jehan was there with him. There was in that little poet more empathy, kindness, compassion, and love than any other person he had ever known. Jehan Prouvaire conveyed hope to Courfeyrac.

What a gloomy world that was, a world that would judge the growing tenderness in his chest, his adoration for the person at his side and those charming brown eyes, that freckled skin like stars scattered across the sky, those precious rosy lips and that beautiful hair that shone brighter than the Sun itself. No feeling in his chest was unclean or vulgar. He knew that. Of no other thing he was more convinced. Courfeyrac loved his friend, his lover, his soul mate. And that afternoon and that field were theirs alone.

Courfeyrac silently watched the clouds slowly roaming in the sky. He closed his eyes, delighted with the frequent breezes from the woods where lonely leafy trees swayed the branches as if to please him. Prouvaire, by his side, was concentrated, lying on his back, reading a book, in a language that Courfeyrac couldn’t understand, looking like he was oblivious to the little piece of paradise that surrounded them.

Or at least that's what he wanted it to look like. In fact, Jehan was attentive to the singing birds, just as he’d noticed a butterfly passing through them majestically and as he knew, even without taking his eyes off the page, that Courfeyrac was smiling because the cloud he had seen looked inexplicably like a cat.

"You'd agree if you were looking at this!” Courfeyrac said, turning his head to face him.

“It’s the third cat cloud you talk about in the past hour, they can’t all be shaped like cats, Courf.”

“Yes, they can! Heaven is ruled by cats, it is known!”

He always paid attention to Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac and his perfect hair and his smooth skin and his eyes that reminded Jehan of the Mediterranean Sea. How gracious of the gods to reserve for a mere young mortal poet the most beautiful of all creatures.

There was a clear sign that he wouldn’t read another paragraph that afternoon, so Jehan closed the book and did the same, lying on his side, mimicking his lover's pose. He didn’t stare him in the eye and yet, just because he was so close to him, his cheeks were already flushed, courtesy of his adorable shyness.

“How could I fall for someone as ridiculously candid as you?”

“If that's your way of calling me an angel, I loved it.”

Jehan rolled his eyes, taking his hand, letting their palms press against each other.

Courfeyrac was the one who leaned first towards him.

Their mouths drew near each other, half open, Jehan's trembling hand then holding his beloved friend's face with incomparable sweetness, nothing more important to him than to take Courfeyrac's breath away and getting lost in his lips and the warmth of his hand, pressing Jehan’s body against his as his life depended on it.

Courfeyrac trembled, even though he was eager to please him, pressing himself closer against Jehan, moaning muffled by his lips. He accepted every caress and every sigh as if it were the first time someone touched him. It wasn’t, far from that. It wasn’t even the first time they kissed, yet he felt more wanted than ever. Courfeyrac's hand slid daringly over Jehan's covered body, both panting heavily, wanting more and more, until one rolled on top of each other, searching for more contact. The towel, dirty with grass and leaves curled around them, trapping Jehan over Courfeyrac, causing the two to interrupt their kisses to laugh at themselves.

“Jehan” Courfeyrac uttered the poet's name, which echoed in his ears like lute music. Jehan felt trapped in him on a plane of existence where nothing else was important, except for the two of them and their still mixed breaths and heart beats.

“Yes?” Jehan whispered, caressing his dark hair, curling his fingertips into his curls.

“I know it may be impossible at the moment, but I’d like to at least verbalize what I desire, because you know, love, if it isn’t with you, it won’t be with anyone else. Jehan… Jean… Dearest… Would you marry me?”

Jehan began to think about those unexpected words, biting his lower lip, trying to suppress a smile. Oh, Courfeyrac loved it… There was a short moment of silence, and then Jehan unhurriedly kissed the corner of Courfeyrac's mouth.

“If it were possible, right now, right here, I’d allow you to make me the happiest person in the world, by agreeing to marry you.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it is.”

Faced with the thrilling positive response, Courfeyrac smiled happily, hugging Jehan tightly, rolling to the other side, to let go of the towel.

“So be it! The woods and the creek, the birds and the flowers, they’re our guests. The stones are witnesses. The field is our sacred temple and look…” Courfeyrac took the towel off the grass, shaking it a little, putting it on his own head. "One of us now has a veil."

Jehan laughed and put his hands between his, his gaze steady now, fixed in Courfeyrac’s eyes.

"Well, then... I take you for my lawful everlasting love, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."

There was no ring, but Jehan lifted his lips to the back of his hand, pressing his lips there into a chaste kiss. A passionate sigh escaped from Courfeyrac, who took Jehan's hand into his, beginning his vows.

“And I take you for my lawful everlasting love, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health and not even death will take us apart.”

He kissed Jehan's hand, receiving an inquiring look in return.

"Death is inevitable, you know."

"I know, but it’s also inevitable that, no matter what happens, I’ll continue to come back to you… Oh, nevermind me… Let’s not be saddened by such thoughts now. What’s that thing you said at the Musain the other day? The phrase about a fruit that you said to make us remember to enjoy the evening.”

"It's still strawberry season" Jehan said.

"That’s the one, yes. You know what? In another life, our next marriage will be even more perfect."

"I know it will, but now we're still going to enjoy this one." and Jehan approached, sitting on his lap, holding the ends of the towel that covered Courfeyrac's head.

“Look at us, love… Getting married in the wild, next to the woods. Does that please your pagan gods?”

“I believe it does.” Jehan replied, flattered by the familiar singing of a nightingale in the distance.

“Jehan?”

“Yes?”

"Do you think it's too early for our honeymoon?"

Jehan answered the question by kissing him fervently.

They barely noticed the sun beginning to set, the twilight coloring their skins while they loved each other.

It’s still strawberry season. A simple phrase that means to enjoy, to live and breathe every moment before the season ends. And it was still the middle of Spring.