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“It won’t be what you’re used to, we’ll probably be poor, but our home will be full of fun of laughter, of love,” Ferre moved closer making sure they were alone before kissing him.

“I’d like to look over the water once we board.” Alaric said to his fiancé not bothering to try and keep stiff posture anymore. He was too excited.. being on the ship felt like more freedom even if he couldn’t choose who he was with or his destination. He held his suitcase insisting he could carry it himself and looked at his fiancé. “I can settle in after.” He turned to his mother feeling her gaze. His eyes caught the attention of someone slipping through but he didn’t say anything instead just watched him curious feeling confused but not wanting to rat them out @combeferre-the-mothman

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“So? Then tell them where you’re going and leave you alone. You’d never slow me down.”

“I’d like to look over the water once we board.” Alaric said to his fiancé not bothering to try and keep stiff posture anymore. He was too excited.. being on the ship felt like more freedom even if he couldn’t choose who he was with or his destination. He held his suitcase insisting he could carry it himself and looked at his fiancé. “I can settle in after.” He turned to his mother feeling her gaze. His eyes caught the attention of someone slipping through but he didn’t say anything instead just watched him curious feeling confused but not wanting to rat them out @combeferre-the-mothman

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“When Gav gets back we’ll find the perfect spot and get married at sunrise,” Ferre gently cupped his cheek.

The minute he’d heard the name of his best friend called as the tribute for district one Courfeyrac’s hand flew up and he loudly announced himself as a volunteer. He didn’t really remember what happened after that, and soon he found himself sat backstage of the parade, draped in pink glittering robes and waiting to go out in front of the Capitol, trying not to look as nervous as he felt.

Ferre had been standing with his brother, his best friend in the world, at the reaping and heard the announcer call his name, when he saw his brother almost raise his hand he caught it, “Don’t you dare,” he whispered, “I’ve got this, I’m coming back home.” He walked up to the stage and the rest was a blur. He got on the chariot with the other tribute from district four, dressed in netting and sea shells holding a prop trident and hoping there would be a real one in the arena.

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“Says me is right,” Ferre smiled.

OnlyFans wasn’t exactly Combeferre’s first choice, but after his dad cut him off he had to find a way to pay for medical school. He had set up the account with just short little videos at first and then his followers started requesting more, offering to send him gifts and more money, so he couldn’t refuse. He had his camera set up as he sat leaned back on his bed, moaning as he pleasures himself for them, every now and then glancing at the screen to see what his subscribers were saying to him, about him, it felt kind of good now, less embarrassing than it had when he started.

Courfeyrac had noticed Combeferre had become a bit more reserved and was spending a lot more time to himself, but he assumed that medical school was getting intense for him. He came home from class, smiling when he saw Combeferre’s shoes at the door. “I’m home!” He called out, not wanting to walk into his room if he was busy, making a start on cooking dinner.

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[text: Courfeyrac] Eager huh? Drive safe 😘

Courfeyrac walked into the backroom with two coffees in hand, the smile on his face disappearing when he saw the only person in the room was Combeferre. They’d never got on, in fact their friends thought they hated each other, and honestly, that wasn’t far from the truth. “You’re not Enjolras.” He mumbled, putting the coffees and his bag down on a table near the front.

“Not since last I checked,” Ferre frowned when he looked up from his papers and saw the last person he wanted to see, “Neither are you,” he retorted.

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“No you don’t, say no to him, come to life with me in New York,” Ferre whispered, “I can’t give you giant sapphires but I’ll never hurt you, I’ll protect you, and I’ll spend every day loving you.”

“I’d like to look over the water once we board.” Alaric said to his fiancé not bothering to try and keep stiff posture anymore. He was too excited.. being on the ship felt like more freedom even if he couldn’t choose who he was with or his destination. He held his suitcase insisting he could carry it himself and looked at his fiancé. “I can settle in after.” He turned to his mother feeling her gaze. His eyes caught the attention of someone slipping through but he didn’t say anything instead just watched him curious feeling confused but not wanting to rat them out @combeferre-the-mothman

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Ferre took his hand, “Do you really want to marry him?”

“I’d like to look over the water once we board.” Alaric said to his fiancé not bothering to try and keep stiff posture anymore. He was too excited.. being on the ship felt like more freedom even if he couldn’t choose who he was with or his destination. He held his suitcase insisting he could carry it himself and looked at his fiancé. “I can settle in after.” He turned to his mother feeling her gaze. His eyes caught the attention of someone slipping through but he didn’t say anything instead just watched him curious feeling confused but not wanting to rat them out @combeferre-the-mothman

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[text: Courfeyrac] ropes, cuffs, gags, other toys and such, outfits

Courfeyrac walked into the backroom with two coffees in hand, the smile on his face disappearing when he saw the only person in the room was Combeferre. They’d never got on, in fact their friends thought they hated each other, and honestly, that wasn’t far from the truth. “You’re not Enjolras.” He mumbled, putting the coffees and his bag down on a table near the front.

“Not since last I checked,” Ferre frowned when he looked up from his papers and saw the last person he wanted to see, “Neither are you,” he retorted.

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“You’re the best boyfriend in the world!”

OnlyFans wasn’t exactly Combeferre’s first choice, but after his dad cut him off he had to find a way to pay for medical school. He had set up the account with just short little videos at first and then his followers started requesting more, offering to send him gifts and more money, so he couldn’t refuse. He had his camera set up as he sat leaned back on his bed, moaning as he pleasures himself for them, every now and then glancing at the screen to see what his subscribers were saying to him, about him, it felt kind of good now, less embarrassing than it had when he started.

Courfeyrac had noticed Combeferre had become a bit more reserved and was spending a lot more time to himself, but he assumed that medical school was getting intense for him. He came home from class, smiling when he saw Combeferre’s shoes at the door. “I’m home!” He called out, not wanting to walk into his room if he was busy, making a start on cooking dinner.

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Ferre let him go and smiled.

The minute he’d heard the name of his best friend called as the tribute for district one Courfeyrac’s hand flew up and he loudly announced himself as a volunteer. He didn’t really remember what happened after that, and soon he found himself sat backstage of the parade, draped in pink glittering robes and waiting to go out in front of the Capitol, trying not to look as nervous as he felt.

Ferre had been standing with his brother, his best friend in the world, at the reaping and heard the announcer call his name, when he saw his brother almost raise his hand he caught it, “Don’t you dare,” he whispered, “I’ve got this, I’m coming back home.” He walked up to the stage and the rest was a blur. He got on the chariot with the other tribute from district four, dressed in netting and sea shells holding a prop trident and hoping there would be a real one in the arena.

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“Did he hurt you last night? I saw him after you left the party, he looked angry.”

“I’d like to look over the water once we board.” Alaric said to his fiancé not bothering to try and keep stiff posture anymore. He was too excited.. being on the ship felt like more freedom even if he couldn’t choose who he was with or his destination. He held his suitcase insisting he could carry it himself and looked at his fiancé. “I can settle in after.” He turned to his mother feeling her gaze. His eyes caught the attention of someone slipping through but he didn’t say anything instead just watched him curious feeling confused but not wanting to rat them out @combeferre-the-mothman

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[text: Courfeyrac] I mean if you’re into that kind of stuff. Yeah come on over

Courfeyrac walked into the backroom with two coffees in hand, the smile on his face disappearing when he saw the only person in the room was Combeferre. They’d never got on, in fact their friends thought they hated each other, and honestly, that wasn’t far from the truth. “You’re not Enjolras.” He mumbled, putting the coffees and his bag down on a table near the front.

“Not since last I checked,” Ferre frowned when he looked up from his papers and saw the last person he wanted to see, “Neither are you,” he retorted.

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“We?!” Ferre looked down, “Noodles!” He pet him happily.

OnlyFans wasn’t exactly Combeferre’s first choice, but after his dad cut him off he had to find a way to pay for medical school. He had set up the account with just short little videos at first and then his followers started requesting more, offering to send him gifts and more money, so he couldn’t refuse. He had his camera set up as he sat leaned back on his bed, moaning as he pleasures himself for them, every now and then glancing at the screen to see what his subscribers were saying to him, about him, it felt kind of good now, less embarrassing than it had when he started.

Courfeyrac had noticed Combeferre had become a bit more reserved and was spending a lot more time to himself, but he assumed that medical school was getting intense for him. He came home from class, smiling when he saw Combeferre’s shoes at the door. “I’m home!” He called out, not wanting to walk into his room if he was busy, making a start on cooking dinner.

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“Do you love him?” Ferre asked softly.

“I’d like to look over the water once we board.” Alaric said to his fiancé not bothering to try and keep stiff posture anymore. He was too excited.. being on the ship felt like more freedom even if he couldn’t choose who he was with or his destination. He held his suitcase insisting he could carry it himself and looked at his fiancé. “I can settle in after.” He turned to his mother feeling her gaze. His eyes caught the attention of someone slipping through but he didn’t say anything instead just watched him curious feeling confused but not wanting to rat them out @combeferre-the-mothman

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“I wouldn’t want any one else to do it,” Ferre knelt down, “I promise,” he pulled him into a hug.”

The minute he’d heard the name of his best friend called as the tribute for district one Courfeyrac’s hand flew up and he loudly announced himself as a volunteer. He didn’t really remember what happened after that, and soon he found himself sat backstage of the parade, draped in pink glittering robes and waiting to go out in front of the Capitol, trying not to look as nervous as he felt.

Ferre had been standing with his brother, his best friend in the world, at the reaping and heard the announcer call his name, when he saw his brother almost raise his hand he caught it, “Don’t you dare,” he whispered, “I’ve got this, I’m coming back home.” He walked up to the stage and the rest was a blur. He got on the chariot with the other tribute from district four, dressed in netting and sea shells holding a prop trident and hoping there would be a real one in the arena.

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Ferre walked through the library as well remembering her told him he would meet him there if he could.

“I’d like to look over the water once we board.” Alaric said to his fiancé not bothering to try and keep stiff posture anymore. He was too excited.. being on the ship felt like more freedom even if he couldn’t choose who he was with or his destination. He held his suitcase insisting he could carry it himself and looked at his fiancé. “I can settle in after.” He turned to his mother feeling her gaze. His eyes caught the attention of someone slipping through but he didn’t say anything instead just watched him curious feeling confused but not wanting to rat them out @combeferre-the-mothman

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[text: Courf] 🫡 get some

[text: Courfeyrac] come over to mine then I have supplies here anyway 😏

Courfeyrac walked into the backroom with two coffees in hand, the smile on his face disappearing when he saw the only person in the room was Combeferre. They’d never got on, in fact their friends thought they hated each other, and honestly, that wasn’t far from the truth. “You’re not Enjolras.” He mumbled, putting the coffees and his bag down on a table near the front.

“Not since last I checked,” Ferre frowned when he looked up from his papers and saw the last person he wanted to see, “Neither are you,” he retorted.