Since you are taking prompts, let's have some characters that would ordinarily never meet. So, Joly being his usual sunshine self at Geuelemer, extra bonus points for jewellery being somehow involved :)

Second handjewellery stores are a guilty pleasure for Joly. Well, maybe not that guiltyactually. He especially likes buying presents and that’s what he’s after today.Courfeyrac has been complaining about not being able to find a locket that hasroom for three pictures instead of two and it just so happens Joly found oneduring his latest session of browsing jeweller’s websites. He’s never been tothis shop though and it’s in a really out of the way part of town. Still, thatmakes it better, nothing like finding a new treasure trove.

When hesteps into the store there’s someone at the counter already. He’s so tall andbroad he obscures the sales clerk from Joly’s view completely.

“It’s onlyeight carat,” he hears the clerk say. “Some people don’t even call that gold.”

“Don’tmatter,” the big man grunts. “It’s good craftsmanship, it will sell.”

“Fine, I’llsee what I can do,” the clerk sighs. “But only cause we’re friends, Gueulemer.”

Hedisappears to the backroom and Joly steps up to the counter. “Good afternoon!”he says cheerfully.

The mannamed Gueulemer gives him a slightly startled stare. Perhaps he’s not used tobeing spoken to uninvited. He does look rather intimidating with his leathercoat and black dreads, but somehow he reminds Joly a little of Bahorel andthere’s certainly no reason not to be friendly to him.

“Hi,”Gueulemer answers eventually, looking down at Joly.

“Here tosell something, I see,” Joly says pleasantly. He hopes it’s not something ofparticular emotional value, but that would be invasive to ask.

Gueulemernods, still looking rather puzzled at Joly’s attempt at conversation.

“Well, Ihope you get a good price for it,” Joly smiles.

BeforeGueulemer can answer, if he was even going to answer, the clerk comes back. “Afternoon,”he says, nodding at Joly, and then turns back to Gueulemer. “Sorry man, this isthe best I can do.” He hands him a receipt.

Joly thinksthe other man doesn’t look very impressed with the figure, but not surprisedeither. “Sure,” he shrugs and he accepts a couple of bills in exchange for whateverit was he came here to sell.

“Pleasuredoing business with you,” the clerk grins.

Gueulemerhums and steps aside to make room for Joly, but he doesn’t leave. Instead heleans against the counter and watches as Joly gives the clerk a bright smile.

“I’ve cometo see the three piece gold locket on your website,” he says cheerfully. “Ithink it’s exactly what a friend of mine has been looking for.”

“Well it’san exquisite piece,” the clerk says smilingly. “Let me get it for you.” Hecomes back with the locket on a long chain. He holds it out to Joly.

“It’ssmaller than I had pictured it,” Joly says, taking it carefully. “But it’sbeautiful!” There’s no engraving on it, but the little clasp is elegant and itflips open to reveal three little oval frames to fit a picture into.

While he’sexamining it Gueulemer seems to move his head in a way that indicates he wantsto see, so Joly immediately holds it out for him.

“It’s in verygood condition I think!” Joly says excitedly. He’s certain Courfeyrac will likeit.

“Hm,”Gueulemer nods and he leans back again.

“Oh it’s awonderful piece,” the clerk says emphatically. “And it’ll make a wonderfulpresent.”

“I think sotoo,” Joly agrees. “I’ll take it. How much is it?”

“Well,considering the gold-” the clerk begins with a smile, but Guelemer cuts himoff:

“- it willbe very reasonably priced.”

The clerkblinks and Joly looks at him curiously.

Gueulemeris smiling, but there’s something amused and challenging in the upturned cornerof his mouth. “Since it’s only eight carat,” he says, fixing his eyes on theclerk. “Some people don’t even callthat gold.” He looks sideways at Joly. “It’s a good find.”

“Yes…” theclerk says stiffly. “Well…”

Joly wasn’tgoing to haggle, he never does, but he’s pretty sure the price that the clerkgives him is a lot lower than it was going to be. While he’s paying, Gueulemersaunters away from the counter.

“You don’twant it gift wrapped do you?” the clerk asks.

“Oh no,”Joly says cheerfully. “That’s alright.” He likes wrapping his gifts himself. He’shad a silver bow with Courfeyrac’s name all over it lying around the house forages.

“Well, hereyou go, have a nice day,” the clerk sighs.

“Thank you!”Joly chimes. “And a wonderful day to you!”

He turnsaround, but to Joly’s surprise and disappointment Gueulemer managed to slip outof the store without him even hearing the door. How strange, and now he won’t evenget to thank him. Pity. Well, it’s a good story at least. Presents are alwaysbetter when they come with a good story. Joly can’t wait to see Courfeyrac’s face.

17 for Claqueusous and 18 for Brujon!

Soft spot headcanon - Claquesous- 

Crows. Misunderstood, like himself. 

If one of his morning crows is missing he instantly feels off. Crows re his friends, even if they wake him up at his window every morning. 

Favorite possession headcanon- Brujon-

Heelies

claquesous being a witch and guelemer being like "???? what's this how does this work wh-"

“What’s this?” 

Without turning round Claquesous just says “That’s a hex bag, dear, if you touch it your teeth may fall out.” They let out a satisfied chuckle as he heard the hexbag fall to the floor, indicating Guelemer had dropped it.

“So what do you do with it all?”

Claquesous rolled their eyes. “I make fairies appear and send them to people’s houses to fix their shoes. What do you THINK I do with it we are criminals.”

Guelemer picked up Claquesous’ mask. “So this thing….”

Claq felt their breath hitch. That really WAS precious to them. “Please be careful with the ‘Mer. That’s incredibly powerful.”

“What does it do?”

“It’s a mask. It hides my face.”

“No I mean - magic wise.” 

“It makes people forget they saw me. when I’m wearing it of course.”

There was a tense silence where Claquesous debated pulling their mask from Guelemer’s clumsy hands. The silence was broken.

“So can I try it on?”

Claquesous lunged forwards with a shout of “No!” but Guelemer just laughed.

“Man, I’m messing with you.” He handed the mask carefully back to Claquesous who glared at him.

“I could kill you with any of these spells. You should be terrified of me.”

Guelemer just raised his eyebrows. “Don’t be an idiot you take 6 sugars in your coffee. I take my coffee black. You should be terrified of Me.”

I hope this was ok!!! Love you!!!!! I haven’t written PM before but this was super fun and I want to get better!!!

anything with gueulemer and brujon?

“No, no, you’re doing it wrong- you go like this.” 

Brujon took a long drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke in his mouth for a beat. Then, his lips parted, sending the smoke upward and into his nose. Guelemer watched in fascination as the smoke came pouring back out of his mouth.

“Seriously, that’s fucking weird.” The larger of the two scoffed, shaking his head and leaning back. They were both sitting on the roof of Guelemer’s apartment building, just a few inches from the edge. They had just gotten home from a job, both of them drenched in sweat, (and some blood) and neither of them were even slightly tired. Brujon decided to pass the time by attempting to teach Gueu some smoke tricks.

“It’s not hard.” he muttered in reply. “Anyone with a brain can do it.” 

Guelemer simply puffed at his own cigarette, the insult seeming to go right over his head. He opened his mouth into an “O” shape, letting out small rings of smoke into the night air.

“That’s easy.”

“Fuck off, man, it’s not a contest.” 

They were both silent for another few minutes. They wouldn’t admit it aloud, at least not tonight, but they were enjoying one another’s company. Guelemer let out a sigh, flicking his ashes over the edge.

“Sun’s gonna rise soon.” he mused.

“Shit, you’re right. I’m still not fucking tired.” Brujon ran a hand through his thick hair, his feet dangling off the side of the building. Looking down, he realized all he would have to do to send himself tumbling was scoot forward another few inches. 

The feeling gave him a rush.

Finally, Guelemer stood, letting out a groan as he stretched. (Brujon visibly winced at a loud pop his joints made.)

“I’m gonna shower, you can crash here or go home, doesn’t matter.” He put out the cigarette, tossing it off the edge.

“I think I’ll stay here,”