I keep looking at the stuff from my little collab event and honestly it makes me so happy. There’s so many good ones, and people are at least saying they had fun, and... It just makes me so happy. And I guess I should say thanks to everyone who participated! Not that I’m sure they’ll see it, but...

And seriously if anyone’s interested in doing it again sometime let me know because I’d love to.

-Erin

Before I get started reblogging all the lovely things from my art collab event, I figured I’d better post my own... So have some fluffy Jehanparnasse featuring @frenchrevolutionenjoltaire‘s adorable lineart! ^^ -Erin

I wanted to write another little ficlet for the big V-Day! I figured that, even if I don't have a cute boyfriend Ferre sure does! So, here is my little fluffy Valentine's Day ficlet for my lovelies Courf and Ferre! ___________________________________________________

Certain truths would always be instilled into Combeferre’s mind.  He loved his friends.  He adored his boyfriend, Courfeyrac.  He would always be there for anyone that needed him, no matter the time or place.  And he hated glitter.  

Of course, he tolerated it because Courf had a minor obsession with the stuff, and honestly when he got going it was actually incredibly adorable.  But it got EVERYWHERE.  Which is why, when Valentine’s day came around as it always did, Ferre tended to avoid their apartment as much as it was humanly possible to do.  

Valentine’s day was one of the four times of year that Courf tended to go overboard, the other three being New Years, Christmas, and Easter.  Everyone got a handmade card…and it was covered in glitter.  He almost felt the need to apologize in advance to his friends, but they knew.  They always knew, and they always displayed their cards in very obvious places, and Courf would beam with happiness whenever he saw them.  

Even Enjolras, whose hatred of glitter far outweighed his own, put the cards on display (in plastic bags so the glitter didn’t perform a hostile takeover).  Then again, he did live with Grantaire, who was also an artist, who probably also made a ton of art related messes in their apartment – it was more than likely that he just didn’t like the glitter because he already had a messy artist in his place that he had to clean up after.

Regardless, the glitter had become a rather consistent presence in his life, and despite his dislike, every time he found a piece of it on him it made him grin because it reminded him of the man that he loved with everything he had.

“Is everything ready, Jehan?” he asked quickly.

“Yes!” the redhead replied as he picked up several bottles of glitter that Jehan had made especially for today.  They were bottles that had been emptied, modge-podged, dusted with glitter, and then sealed again with a note inside, a little puzzle that Courf would have to put together before he got his Valentine’s day present.

The poor guy had been trying to plan his annual V-Day Party for weeks, but all of his friends had told him they were already busy or had “conflicting schedules”, so he hadn’t actually been able to plan a party. Ferre on the other hand, had planned a party.  All of their friends were busy setting up (except for Jehan, Montparnasse, Bahorel and Feuilly, who were helping him keep Courf distracted for the day), and that night would hopefully be one of the best parties that Courf had never planned.

 “Come on guys, tell me what’s going on!”

Ferre could hear Courf’s voice on the stairs and he was grinning from ear to ear.  Tonight was the night.  He could barely stand to wait, wishing that he could just dash over and pull his best friend, his boyfriend, into his arms and kiss him. But he couldn’t.  The waiting would make this so much more worth it.  More footsteps, more whining from Courf…and then-

“Surprise!”

The words jumped out of his mouth, a wide grin plastered onto his face at the sight of his wide-eyed, completely shocked boyfriend.  

“What…?” he blinked.

“We planned a surprise Valentine’s Day party for you, bud!” Grantaire chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder.  “Figured we’d save you some time and energy this year.”

“But…but I always…” Courf stammered, staring at Ferre with disbelieving tears in his eyes.  “You did all this?  Just for me?” he asked.

“Well…yes.  For you and…kind of for me too…” he admitted as he walked over and tugged him into the middle of the room.  “Courfeyrac – you and I have been through a whole hell of a lot together…”

“Yes, we have.” He said with a small frown, tipping his head slightly as he looked up into Ferre’s eyes.  “Are you okay, Ferre?  You look really nervous…”

“I am.” He said, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly.  “I am because…well…”

“Just say it, Ferre.” Enj hissed into his ear.

“Courf…” he said, dropping onto one knee and holding up a small box.  “Will you-AH!” he gasped as Courf flung himself into his arms and kissed him deeply.  

“Yes!” he squeaked happily, grinning from ear to ear.  “Yes I will marry you, you big nerdy goofball!”

“I didn’t even get to ask!” he protested, though he was grinning as well.  “Are you…are you sure, though?” he asked.  “It’s a really big commitment, I know, I just…I want to.” He said softly.

“Me too.” Courf said softly.  “So, yes, Combeferre.  I will marry you, and you are probably going to regret-“

“Don’t.” Ferre said, pulling him into his arms and holding him tight.  “I will never regret a single day that I get to hold you in my arms like this, or wake up next to you, or even the glitter that seems to fall off of you like a second skin.  You are mine, Courf, and I could never ever regret you.”

Courf huffed with laughter and nodded, closing his eyes.  “Okay.” He said softly.  “I believe you.” He murmured, then glared as Grantaire burst into a fit of laughter.  “Hey bozo, you already pulled your sappy routine, let us be sappy.”

“I know, it’s just kind of adorable.” R said, throwing his hands up in surrender.  “You guys are cute, okay?  I said it.  Now is this a party or what?” he asked, turning on the stereo quickly before he pulled Enj into his arms to dance.  

Ferre did the same, pulling Courf closer and hugging him against his chest as he slid the small silver band onto his finger.  “Happy Valentine’s day, baby.” He whispered.  “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ferre.” Courf smiled happily as he danced with the man he loved on one of the happiest days of his life.

I’ve wanted to do something with Joly and this lyrics for awhile now, so I figured why not add to my modern au with canon era fashion collection?

(The song is I’m Yours by Jason Mraz, if anyone’s wondering.)