This crackfic is a present for dancingtothelight on tumblr. Forgive any errors- I may edit later, this is a one shot quick fic ;) Basically- Courfeyrac tells Bahorel a superstition, and Bahorel believes every single thing that goes wrong is because of seeing the black cat.
The sun was bright as Bahorel and Courfeyrac strolled through the cemetery. "The stone should be right here" Courfeyrac said, "here it is! you see Bahorel? it was my grandfather's, I did not know him very well- but I was named after him" Bahorel looked down at the stone, he was spending a summer's day sightseeing around Courfeyrac's hometown. "Well, this is very interesting Courfeyrac but don't you think we should be heading.." Courfeyrac paused and looked into the distance
"what is wrong?" Bahorel asked.
"Its a blackcat! In the cemetery!"
"So?"
"So? Don't you know what that means?"
Bahorel laughed "superstitions Courfeyrac, superstitions- what do you think Enjolras would say?"
you know, this may be a fun trick to play Courfeyrac attempted to keep a serious face "I don't know Bahorel, but you shall see.."
Bahorel frowned This may be pathetic, I hope the amis never hear this- but i'm petrified of traditions, oh well- keep cool.
It was dinner time at the De Courfeyrac's, Bahorel dropped his utensils and Courfeyrac gave a knowing look, Bahorel frowned "well, I'm being clumsy tonight" Courfeyrac smiled "Sure you are Bahorel, sure you are."
The next day Bahorel was saddling his horse for a ride, the horse kicked him and Courfeyrac gave another knowing face, Bahorel looked at Courfeyrac "what is it this time?" Courfeyrac smiled "why the bad luck of course!"
Bahorel was getting nervous, everywhere he looked he saw something that could be attributed to bad luck- hair sticking up, tripping up the stairs, bag being unable to close. Every single time Courfeyrac was also there with a knowing smile.
A week later Bahorel stumbled in to the Musain, afraid of whatever "bad luck" might happen to him.
"Citizens, today we must address what is wrong with the monarchy" Enjolras projected
Bahorel spelled his coffee by accident "That is enough!" Bahorel screamed
All of the amis looked towards him, Bahorel's face turned red to rival his waistcoat "I can explain, I seem to have turned into Lesgles- I was in a cemetery, and saw a blackcat. Afterwards just about everything has been happening to me and..." Bahorel paused and looked at Courfeyrac who was roaring with laughter "I was able to trick your mind!"
"what?" Bahorel felt embarrased
"well, of course the black cat did not mean anything- but by little things that go wrong throughout the day, and keeping in mind that superstition it appears to actually be coming true because of the superstition; when in fact it is your own mind."
Bahorel drooped in his chair, embarrassed that Courfeyrac made him look silly.
"I think there may be some truth behind some superstitions" Combeferre interjected "but the history behind superstitions and folklore shall be a discussion for another day."