The Prince and the Frog: A Les Mis AU

Once Upon a Time

"The frog begged, 'Please, please, princess, only a kiss from a princess can turn me back into a prince. And the princess pitied the ugly little frog, and kissed him," Courferyac said dramatically, snipping the last thread on Jehan's new jacket.

Jehan sat obediently with Feuilly, Courfeyrac's son, holding Javert, the small white kitten who was looking very tired of this story for the thirtieth time, and they both gasped, Jehan in exhilaration, Feuilly in disgust. "And when she did, the little frog turned into a handsome prince, and they lived happily ever after."

Jehan sunk down in their chair, sighing happily. "I hope I can marry a handsome prince or something." Courfeyrac pulled them up and slipped the jacket over their shoulders.

Feuilly, on the other hand, was still disgusted with the kiss. "Well, you won't see me kissing a frog, never ever, ever, ever."

Jehan laughed, picking up Javert. "I would kiss a frog, absolutely, especially if it talks." They wrapped Javert up in a green scrap of fabric, kissing him on the tiny pink nose, and pushing him toward Feuilly. "Here, you kiss the frog."

"No!" Feuilly laughed, and the two children chased each other around the room, laughing and shouting. Javert was getting very agitated and on more than one occasion almost dropped. Finally he tried to make his escape, but Jehan accidentally tripped at the same time, and Feuilly bashed into them, sending Javert flying into the wall.

Courfeyrac snorted, "Now, now, you two, you should probably stop tormenting that poor cat." He stooped down to pick up the remaining scraps of cloth that had fallen on the ground. At this time, Jehan's father, Jean Valjean, came into the room.

He scooped up his small child, swinging them around through the air. "How's it going, Courfeyrac?"

"The jacket's finished, but I think those pants are a bit tight," Courfeyrac replied, gesturing to Jehan, and they blushed.

"Could you come by soon and make a pair?" Valjean asked sheepishly, "This one's growing so fast I don't know where it's coming from."

"No problem, for my best customer," was the reply, "Come on, Feuilly, we should get home. Your Dad'll be wondering about us."

When the pair got home, Combeferre lifted up his son in a hug. "How's my favorite boy?"

"What about me?" Courfeyrac whined, crushing his family in a hug.

"And my other favorite boy," Combeferre laughed, giving Courfeyrac a kiss.

"So, what're we making tonight?" Feuilly asked excitedly once Combeferre set him down.

"I was thinking," Combeferre said, "We should send some new clothes to those orphans. You think we should send some of your too-small clothes?"

Feuilly nodded in agreement. "Can we give the clothes to the orphanage that you got me from? I want the kids to be like me and get a nice home."

Courfeyrac put his hand over his heart, touched, and Combeferre said, "Absolutely, sweetie."

That night, the little family was curled up on Feuilly's bed, and Combeferre was talking about how he wanted to make an even better orphanage for children. "It'll be all like a great big family, and there'll be enough to eat, and we'll have enough beds for everyone and I'll be able to take care of all of them," he explained, showing Feuilly the doodle he had made for the front of the building.

"We'll be able to take care of all of them," Feuilly corrected him, hugging him tightly.

"Yes, and it'll be our place," Combeferre nodded, taking out a pen and scrawling across the top 'Feuilly's Home.'

Feuilly nodded, then suddenly turned around on the bed and looked out the window. "Jehan's storybook said that wishing on a star will make your dreams come true, so I've got to wish on a star." He proceeded to beg the star in hushed whispers.

Combeferre laughed. "Wishing on stars will only get you started. You have to put in the work as well, which we're doing right now."

"Now, Feuilly, I need you to promise me something," Courfeyrac said slowly. Feuilly nodded. "I know you're so excited about your dream, but, remember not to forget what's important--love, friendship, and family."

Feuilly nodded, and the two parents tucked their son into bed. As soon as they left, though, he jumped up again and began wishing again.

He realized just then that he wasn't alone. There was a big, slimy, green frog sitting on the broken windowsill. They stared at each other for a moment, then the frog croaked loudly, startling Feuilly. "Ribbet!"

Feuilly screamed and ran inside to his parents' room in shock. There was no way he would ever kiss a frog. Never ever.