Hello! For the meme please ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together with Jehan and Feuilly

This somehow ended up from Enjolras’ POV, but all the snuggling is between Feuilly and Jehan, so hopefully that’s OK.  ^_^  Thanks for your patience!  ^_^


Running a club focused on bringing about the betterment of society was often a thankless job made up of a multitude of smaller thankless jobs, and this was a fact of which Enjolras was well aware.  He’d started the Alpha-Beta-Kappa Society with two like-minded and willing individuals almost five years ago, now, and it was thriving, its membership growing robust and numerous compared to its small start.  He, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac had stayed involved, even once they’d moved on to graduate school, happy to keep a hand in whenever they were asked.  There were, however, certain benefits to having achieved emeritus status from the board; it meant that the truly thankless and mind-numbing tasks could fall to younger hands.  Collating and stuffing orientation packets, for example, had been the particular bane of Enjolras’ existence in the beginning.  He didn’t have patience for it and he never finished the process with fewer than three paper cuts.  So, when two of the new freshmen had volunteered to take up the task, Enjolras had been more than happy to pass it over.

Looking down on the two new recruits, now, Enjolras couldn’t help but smile.  Jehan had tipped over sideways, one foot dangling towards the floor, the other kicked up to rest on the bench.  One arm was thrown over his head, the other trailing along the floor, his last batch of papers spilling from lax fingers.  Jehan’s head was burrowed behind his partner in collation, pressed between Feuilly’s back and the back of the bench.  Feuilly was equally unresponsive, though he was less sprawled in his repose.  Arms crossed over his chest, his cap pulled down over his face, and his feet crossed at the ankles, he was the most contained accidental napper that Enjolras had ever seen.

Enjolras reached out to gather the papers from Jehan’s hand, as well as the few which had fallen from the piles on the tables.  Even that small noise, however, was enough to wake Feuilly.  His hand rose to rub at slowly blinking eyes, a soft whine emerging from his lips in protest at his awakening.  The noise and the jostling woke Jehan behind him, nearly resulting in this both ending up on the floor as sleep-deadened limbs fought with startled senses to attempt movement far too soon.

Moments later, two pairs of red-rimmed eyes turned to face Enjolras, each with an accusation in one sleepy eye and mounting horror and embarrassment in the other.  Before either could speak, Enjolras shook his head and smiled.  “You two look about done in.”  Nodding towards the other side of the room, he said, “That couch has seen to the needs of more than a few willing minds with unwilling bodies.  I promise you, it’s been well broken-in for comfort and can easily accommodate two—three if you’re willing to be overly friendly.  Why don’t you two get some rest while I finish up, then I’ll drive you both home.”

It didn’t take much convincing to get Feuilly and Jehan relocated to the couch, and Enjolras was almost positive that at least one of them was asleep before their bodies hit the pillows.  They settled into a tangle of limbs that Enjolras well recognized, having spent his fair share of time tangled on that couch with either Courfeyrac or Combeferre—and sometimes Courfeyrac *and* Combeferre—and he smiled to see it.

Forty-five minutes of mind-numbing collating later, Enjolras finally stuffed the last of the packets and put it atop the pile.  He turned back towards the couch with every intention of waking Feuilly and Jehan and getting them home… but froze, unable to make a single move that might disturb the tableau.  Jehan had ended up on the outside edge, facing the back of the couch with Feuilly tucked into the curve of his body.  Their legs had tangled together and both looked comfortable and content.  Enjolras was loathe to move either of them… so he didn’t.

Enjolras went into the closet and retrieved the afghan that Bahorel had made for literally this exact reason—during his last year of undergraduate school, Enjolras had slept on this couch more often than he’d slept in his own bed—and draped it over Feuilly and Jehan.  And then it was all he could do not to actually squeak when they responded by snuggling further into it and each other.  He could almost hear Courfeyrac’s voice in his ear, filled with fond exasperation, calling him the world’s biggest sap.  Maybe he was.  And where was the harm in that, anyway?

Turning off the overhead lights, Enjolras settled in at his desk and powered up his computer.  He’d just stick around and get a little work done while Feuilly and Jehan rested.  After all, what would be the point of being an emeritus member if you couldn’t look after and help out those who were stepping in to fill your shoes?  No point at all.

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Jehan and Combeferre, ♥️

WOW, this ended up longer than I intended.  Sorry.  Ran away from me a little.  ^_^  Anyway, this ending up slotting perfectly into the No Man Is An Island ‘verse, but I’m pretty sure you can read it without knowing anything about the other story.  All you need to know is that Jehan and Combeferre went to medical school together and were roommates.  Which… you probably didn’t need me to tell you.  ^_^

Anyway, I have one more prompt to do, but I have class in two hours and some work that I should at least TRY to get done before then, then I have rehearsal tonight, so maybe I’ll get to the other sometime later or tomorrow?  Sorry for the delay!

And if anyone else wants to send prompts, feel free!


♥:
Reacting to the other one crying about something

Long days were par for the course in medical school.  They often began before dawn and ended long after the sun had gone down for the night.  In between, students moved from lecture to lecture, from exam room to exam room, from building to building, with hardly a chance to even look at the sun in between.  It was no mean feat to suffer from seasonal affective disorder even at the height of summer, but most of Jehan’s classmates were managing it.  The long hours took their toll on him, as well, but Jehan had always thrived on adversity, and so he thrived here, too—a nightblooming flower.  But even nightblooming flowers had to sleep sometime.

Jehan had had the first shift tonight, from 8 to 2 AM and he was long past ready to crawl into bed and sleep like the dead.  He was also long past ready to be done with medical school and internships and residencies and who knew what else.  He was tired of looking in the mirror and seeing darkened bruises where his lower eyelids should have been.  He was ready to be done with all of it, and settled into a comfortable practice somewhere where he could set his own hours.

More than anything, though, he was ready to be done with this—the first thing he had noticed upon walking into the apartment he shared with Combeferre was that the lights were off.  Usually when Combeferre had an earlier shift than he did, he would leave a light on somewhere in the apartment for him.  The only times that he didn’t were if he’d hidden himself away in his bedroom before the sun went down and hadn’t emerged since.  So, either he’d gotten so wrapped up in studying that he’d lost track of the time, or…

Jehan pushed open the door to Combeferre’s room to find exactly what he’d feared he might.  Combeferre was curled up in the corner of his bed, knees tucked to his chest, and a forlorn look in his eyes only visible thanks to the streetlamp outside.  Jehan slipped into the room and eased the door shut behind him, moving slowly and quietly so as not to startle Combeferre.  He didn’t get even a flicker of acknowledgement until he’d kicked off his shoes and crawled up onto the bed, himself.  From this distance, he could see that Combeferre was tense, every muscle locked.  There were half-dried tear tracks on his face, as well.  And even as Jehan reached out to brush the remaining wetness away, his eyes flooded anew.  

Seeing that, Jehan abandoned his subtle tactics and instead pulled Combeferre out of the corner and into the center of the bed, tucking him into the curve of his body and wrapping his arms firmly around him.  Once so secured, Combeferre began to tremble in earnest, soft sobs shaking loose from him that even he couldn’t control.  Jehan held and petted and soothed, whispering whatever calming nonsense came to mind.

This just happened sometimes.  The pressure of their ridiculous schedules, the weight of having the lives of others in your hands, the constant adrenaline surge of emergency rotations… they all took their toll.  Tonight it was Combeferre.  Three weeks ago it had been Jehan.  Combeferre would speak to him about what had set him off, if he could… or he wouldn’t.  It didn’t matter.  What mattered was this.  Right here.  Right now.  Jehan tightened his hold.  

After another few minutes, Combeferre’s tears trailed off into a last few hiccuping sobs, then ceased altogether.  A few minutes after that, he spoke, still hoarse from the force of his crying.  “I blew three *fucking* veins trying to place an IV.  *Three*.  And then the catheter kinked and wouldn’t flow and I had to do it, *again*.  I swear if it hadn’t been an 8 year old kid I was fucking up on, the residents would have been laughing their heads off at me.  They probably were as soon as they got out of sight.”  There was a slight pause, then Combeferre continued, his voice now a distraught wail.  “I made a little kid cry, Jehan.  What kind of incompetant moron does that?”

No hesitation.  “You’re not incompetant and you’re not a moron and kids veins are squirrely as hell, especially when they’re dehydrated, but…”

Combeferre twisted around to look at Jehan, an eyebrow raised.  “…but?”

“…but the residents probably did laugh at you.  I think it makes them feel better when someone as brilliant as you screws up.  It doesn’t happen often and it makes them feel less insecure.”  At Combeferre’s snort, Jehan smiled.  “I’m not kidding!  You’re a better doctor than most of them already and you’re only a fourth year student.  You give them performance anxiety.”

At that, Combeferre finally smiled in response, a brief laugh escaping as he turned away.  “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Of course, I am, but that doesn’t make it a lie!”

Combeferre allowed himself to snuggle back against Jehan for another few minutes before finally sighing and sitting up to rub at his eyes.  When Jehan sat up, too, Combeferre pressed his head briefly against Jehan’s shoulder and said, “Thank you.”

Jehan smiled and leaned over to press a brief kiss against Combeferre’s temple.  “Any time, Combeferre.  Any time.”

I Shall Give You Wings (5390 words) – [AO3] [ff.net]

“If you’re trying to convince me you’re not in a relationship of some sort, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than this.”

Feuilly finally gets up the courage to introduce Courfeyrac to
Darnell, the only family he’s ever known.  But how can he explain to
Darnell exactly what they mean to each other, when both he and
Courfeyrac are still so uncertain themselves?

November 15, 2015: It’s finally done! So… this was originally supposed to be my
contribution to Feuilly Week – the third story in my aro/ace!Courfeyrac
x Feuilly ‘verse. *coughs* It’s uh… about a month after the end of
Feuilly Week now, but BETTER LATE THAN NEVER? -.-;;; Enjoy? ^_^

Note: Because I realize this may cause confusion, for the sake of
this story, Feuilly’s first name is MIguel. And since this story is
told from Darnell’s perspective, that’s the name he uses. ^_^

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom:
Les Misérables – All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Courfeyrac & Feuilly, Joly/Musichetta
Characters: Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Feuilly (Les Misérables), Joly (Les Misérables), Musichetta (Les Misérables), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Family Feels, Aromantic Asexual Character, Aromantic, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, Friendship/Love, Found Family, Coming Out, Meet the Family, POV Outsider
Series: Part 3 of Fais de Beaux Rêves