Gabriel Combeferre

Evie stopped and yawned.

Once she’d finished he put the bottle on the side and put her back into the crib in the nursery. “Sleep well baby girl.” He whispered, picking up the baby monitor and going back into the bedroom and all but falling into bed.

Courfeyrac gently stroked Noodles until he fell asleep.

Ferre woke to Evie’s cries a few hours later and quickly turned the monitor down and tried to sneak out of bed to let Courf sleep.

Courfeyrac briefly woke for a moment but saw Combeferre getting up and decided to go back to sleep.

Ferre went and picked her up, “What’s wrong little princess? Do you need a change?” He lifted her up and sniffed, “Oh yes you do little stinky butt.”

Genevieve cried but settled slightly when he was picked up.

“It’s ok, daddy’s gonna take care of it,” Ferre undid her pjs and took off her diaper, “Oh my that’s a lot of poop for such a small human.” He bit his lip and then decided to just bring her into the bathroom and hold her in the shower for a few minutes and he’d change his boxers before going back to sleep. He turned on the shower bringing a clean towel with him for her and a wash cloth.

Genevieve continued to cry, shifting in his arms.

“I know, Princess I know,” Ferre bounced gently and waited for the water to get warm but not hot before getting in, and cleaning her up, “That’s it sweet girl, almost done,” he spoke softly kissing her head gently. “There we are,” he told her once she was cleaned up. He turned off the water and wrapped her in her little bath towel, carrying her back to her nursery.

She settled once she was clean and wrapped up, making a content sound as she looked up at her dad.

“All clean, little cutie,” Ferre kissed her head again and got her into a clean diaper and pjs. He held her close rocking her to sleep as he sang a soft little lullaby.

Genevieve reached up for his face.

Ferre smiled and leaned in to let her touch his face, “Silly little thing, it’s sleepy time.”

She grabbed at his nose and made a little babbly noise.

Ferre let out a soft chuckle and then started singing to her again hoping she was tired enough to fall asleep.

Genevieve was making it clear that she wasn’t planning on sleeping any time soon.

Ferre shook his head and smiled down at her, “You’re lucky you’re cute mademoiselle,” he sat down in the rocking chair and hummed softly to her.

She shifted in his arms and let out a content babble.

“Is that so?” Ferre smiled.

Courfeyrac woke up and pulled on a dressing gown before slowly making his way into the living room. “Morning my loves.”

“Good morning, Papa,” Ferre looked up at him, “Evie decided she was done with sleep for the time being.”

“Mm…” He mumbled tiredly before his eyes suddenly opening his eyes and looking up at Combeferre. “Wait… huh?”

“My sentiments exactly…you don’t happen to remember anything about last night after dancing?” Ferre asked.

“God, I… no.” He admitted. “I remember getting to the club. I vaguely remember walking home, I think…”

“Good thing we walked huh?” Ferre sighed, “I don’t remember much either,” he avoided eye contact nor sure how his roommate felt about all this, and unsure what exactly all this was.

He glanced under the blanket and immediately went red. “I’m naked. Did we…?”

“I can only assume we did…seeing as I’m also naked,” Ferre shifted slightly and tried to think back, gasping as he remembered a bit of them stumbling in with their lips locked together. “Maybe some of the others will remember more? Not that they would’ve been here with us!”

“You gasped.” He said quickly, though he was reaching for his phone. “Did you remember something?”

“I remember us making out…and I seem to remember enjoying it quite a lot,” Ferre blushed.

“Really?” He asked, giving up on his phone, deciding this was a hell of a lot more important. “How much did you enjoy it?”

“Obviously enough to wind up naked in bed with you in the morning,” Ferre blushed darker, “But from what I can get in little flashes of memory…a lot.”

He looked at him carefully, noticing his blush. “Okay… I can’t remember what happened, but I really wish I did.” He admitted softly. “Maybe… maybe we could try again? Sober? Just kissing. If you want, obviously, we don’t have to do anything more.”

Ferre looked over at him finally meeting his eyes, “I think I’d like that very much.”

He leaned in closer to him, suddenly feeling nervous.

Ferre, in a rare moment of bold confidence, connected their lips.

Courfeyrac kissed him back almost immediately.

Ferre’s hand flew up to hold Courf’s cheek.

Courfeyrac deepened the kiss slightly, shifting closer to him.

Ferre pressed against him and shifted so Courf was on top of him as he laid back.

He hummed against his lips, settling against his lap.

Ferre broke away for a moment to breathe, “I think it’s safe to say I enjoy this sober as well,” he laughed softly before leaning in to kiss him again.

“So do I.” He smiled, also laughing softly before kissing him back eagerly.

Ferre let his hands travel and rest on Courf’s hips.

He let out a soft gasp against his lips.

“Too much?” Ferre asked softly.

“No, not at all.” He whispered back gently.

“Good,” Ferre breathed.

He leant forward to kiss him again.

Ferre kissed back humming softly.

He stroked his hair gently.

Ferre gasped softly and deepened the kiss.

The boy smiled widely, seemingly absolutely delighted by this. "Oh, I should get something for my master, too," he said. "We could match; show me what you got," he added, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he thought about the two of them wearing matching outfits for their masters. "Maybe Pamina can get a matching one, too! That would be so cute," he enthused, looking over at Pamina who laughed and agreed that it could be really cute for the three of them to match if Ferre was open to the idea.

Ferre made sure no one else was around and showed them the maid outfit as well as the red leather harness he’d bought, “I would’ve gotten a collar too, but I felt like Mont should pick that out for me.”

“Mont? Already calling him by a nickname are you,” he asked teasingly before taking both of the others by a hand and leading them back into the store where he found his way to the maid dresses, holding up a pale blue, frilly maid’s dress for a second and third opinion. “Do you think this color would be cute on me?”

“Not to his face yet but made tonight,” Ferre laughed softly. He followed him back to the store and waved at the cashier who he’d just seen. “I think that color would go very well with your hair and eyes yeah. Do you two know of anything else Montparnasse might like?”

Ganymede and Pamina looked over the various different costumes, Pamina giggling when she saw a sexy vampire singlet. “I don’t know if he’d be excited by this, but he would be amused,” she said, holding it up next to Gabriel as if picturing it on him, giggling again. “I think that would really tickle him.”

Ferre laughed and shook his head. “Alright I’m sold that’s pretty funny,” he took it added it to his purchase from earlier.

"I think he'll really get a kick out of it," Ganymede agreed, paying for his own outfit with a stack of crisp, almost newly minted bills.

Ferre smiled and nodded, “Oh I hope he will, maybe we should get back early and dress before they wake up.”

"Yes! That would be a lovely surprise for him when he wakes up! I might steal that and put on the maid dress before Master Gueulemer wakes up, too," Gamymede said excitedly,

“Should we match? Maybe all three of us put them on and be hanging out in one of the common areas when they wake?” Ferre suggested with a mischievous smile.

“Oh my stars, that would be so cute! They wake up and look for us and we’re all in the common lounge in our matching outfits," Pamina mused, getting herself an arguably less sexy maid dress for herself, not being exactly the manner of human pet as Ganymede and Ferre but still very much wanting to match the other two

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ferre smiled, “How much more time do we have until sundown?” He asked looking out of the shop window to see if he could tell from the lighting.

"It's noon now, so probably close to 10 hours. We can get some lunch and go to a museum and then make our way back to the compound," Pamina said, pulling out her phone and checking the time and then what time the sun set that night just to be sure.

“Great! I know a wonderful spot, or at least there used to be one around the museum area before I came to the compound,” Ferre smiled and went outside.

The others followed behind him before falling into place by either side of him. "What museum are we going to," Ganymede asked, shading his sun from the midday sun that he kept smiling in the light of, more vibrant here on the surface than he had been in just the compound.

“We’re in Paris…why not go to the Louvre?” Ferre asked the other two, “Unless somewhere else speaks to the two of you, I’m flexible now that we can go out everyday if we want.”

“Oh I’ve always wanted to go to the louvre,” Pamina enthused, to which Ganymede nodded as well and said he felt the same. They’d been living in a compound under the city for months and still had not been to one of the most iconic places in Paris, though the two of them were more than excited to see the city during the day.

Ferre led the way there and paid for the three of them to get into the museum. He took out his phone and opened up the camera deciding to take some pictures to show Mont later anyway.

The three of them found their way around the museum, finding art of “unnamed men” that were very clearly the brood of vampires. Ganymede took several pictures of that art and sent it to his master even though he was certain he was still asleep.

“We’ll have to ask them which one of them painted each of these,” Ferre laughed softly. He took a couple as well and tilted his head a bit trying to see if he could match them up in his mind.

In the painting, the four heads of the vampiric brood were in an alleyway, one half out of the sewer to join his companions in the night. That one was almost certainly Montparnasse, dressed like a fashion plate that hung in his room, though with noticeable wear on the hemline of his overcoat and his hat had been abandoned, showing his dark tangle of curls. "Maybe it's a metaphor," Pamina suggested, looking at the painting. "We know that Monsieur Montparnasse was the last of the four pillars turned, so maybe his stepping out of the sewer and into the night is a metaphor for him leaving his life of squalor and strife as a human into vampirism, the eternal night," she considered aloud.

Ferre nodded as she spoke, “That makes perfect sense to me.” He paused, staring at the painting and chuckled after a moment, “Good to know I would’ve been attracted to him as a human and it isn’t just his vampiric charm that won me over,” he joked a bit.

Ganymede laughed, covering his mouth a bit as he did, "I know he was still a vampire at that point, but I was thinking the same thing about monsieur Gueulemer! That outfit doesn't do his figure any favors."

“Imagine then that that was the height of fashion back then,” Ferre chuckled and nudged him playfully. “Thank god the times have changed in that respect.”

Evie stopped and yawned.

Once she’d finished he put the bottle on the side and put her back into the crib in the nursery. “Sleep well baby girl.” He whispered, picking up the baby monitor and going back into the bedroom and all but falling into bed.

Courfeyrac gently stroked Noodles until he fell asleep.

Ferre woke to Evie’s cries a few hours later and quickly turned the monitor down and tried to sneak out of bed to let Courf sleep.

Courfeyrac briefly woke for a moment but saw Combeferre getting up and decided to go back to sleep.

Ferre went and picked her up, “What’s wrong little princess? Do you need a change?” He lifted her up and sniffed, “Oh yes you do little stinky butt.”

Genevieve cried but settled slightly when he was picked up.

“It’s ok, daddy’s gonna take care of it,” Ferre undid her pjs and took off her diaper, “Oh my that’s a lot of poop for such a small human.” He bit his lip and then decided to just bring her into the bathroom and hold her in the shower for a few minutes and he’d change his boxers before going back to sleep. He turned on the shower bringing a clean towel with him for her and a wash cloth.

Genevieve continued to cry, shifting in his arms.

“I know, Princess I know,” Ferre bounced gently and waited for the water to get warm but not hot before getting in, and cleaning her up, “That’s it sweet girl, almost done,” he spoke softly kissing her head gently. “There we are,” he told her once she was cleaned up. He turned off the water and wrapped her in her little bath towel, carrying her back to her nursery.

She settled once she was clean and wrapped up, making a content sound as she looked up at her dad.

“All clean, little cutie,” Ferre kissed her head again and got her into a clean diaper and pjs. He held her close rocking her to sleep as he sang a soft little lullaby.

Genevieve reached up for his face.

Ferre smiled and leaned in to let her touch his face, “Silly little thing, it’s sleepy time.”

She grabbed at his nose and made a little babbly noise.

Ferre let out a soft chuckle and then started singing to her again hoping she was tired enough to fall asleep.

Genevieve was making it clear that she wasn’t planning on sleeping any time soon.

Ferre shook his head and smiled down at her, “You’re lucky you’re cute mademoiselle,” he sat down in the rocking chair and hummed softly to her.

She shifted in his arms and let out a content babble.

“Is that so?” Ferre smiled.

“Mm…” He mumbled tiredly before his eyes suddenly opening his eyes and looking up at Combeferre. “Wait… huh?”

“My sentiments exactly…you don’t happen to remember anything about last night after dancing?” Ferre asked.

“God, I… no.” He admitted. “I remember getting to the club. I vaguely remember walking home, I think…”

“Good thing we walked huh?” Ferre sighed, “I don’t remember much either,” he avoided eye contact nor sure how his roommate felt about all this, and unsure what exactly all this was.

He glanced under the blanket and immediately went red. “I’m naked. Did we…?”

“I can only assume we did…seeing as I’m also naked,” Ferre shifted slightly and tried to think back, gasping as he remembered a bit of them stumbling in with their lips locked together. “Maybe some of the others will remember more? Not that they would’ve been here with us!”

“You gasped.” He said quickly, though he was reaching for his phone. “Did you remember something?”

“I remember us making out…and I seem to remember enjoying it quite a lot,” Ferre blushed.

“Really?” He asked, giving up on his phone, deciding this was a hell of a lot more important. “How much did you enjoy it?”

“Obviously enough to wind up naked in bed with you in the morning,” Ferre blushed darker, “But from what I can get in little flashes of memory…a lot.”

He looked at him carefully, noticing his blush. “Okay… I can’t remember what happened, but I really wish I did.” He admitted softly. “Maybe… maybe we could try again? Sober? Just kissing. If you want, obviously, we don’t have to do anything more.”

Ferre looked over at him finally meeting his eyes, “I think I’d like that very much.”

He leaned in closer to him, suddenly feeling nervous.

Ferre, in a rare moment of bold confidence, connected their lips.

Courfeyrac kissed him back almost immediately.

Ferre’s hand flew up to hold Courf’s cheek.

Courfeyrac deepened the kiss slightly, shifting closer to him.

Ferre pressed against him and shifted so Courf was on top of him as he laid back.

He hummed against his lips, settling against his lap.

Ferre broke away for a moment to breathe, “I think it’s safe to say I enjoy this sober as well,” he laughed softly before leaning in to kiss him again.

“So do I.” He smiled, also laughing softly before kissing him back eagerly.

Ferre let his hands travel and rest on Courf’s hips.

He let out a soft gasp against his lips.

“Too much?” Ferre asked softly.

“No, not at all.” He whispered back gently.

“Good,” Ferre breathed.

He leant forward to kiss him again.

Ferre kissed back humming softly.

Evie stopped and yawned.

Once she’d finished he put the bottle on the side and put her back into the crib in the nursery. “Sleep well baby girl.” He whispered, picking up the baby monitor and going back into the bedroom and all but falling into bed.

Courfeyrac gently stroked Noodles until he fell asleep.

Ferre woke to Evie’s cries a few hours later and quickly turned the monitor down and tried to sneak out of bed to let Courf sleep.

Courfeyrac briefly woke for a moment but saw Combeferre getting up and decided to go back to sleep.

Ferre went and picked her up, “What’s wrong little princess? Do you need a change?” He lifted her up and sniffed, “Oh yes you do little stinky butt.”

Genevieve cried but settled slightly when he was picked up.

“It’s ok, daddy’s gonna take care of it,” Ferre undid her pjs and took off her diaper, “Oh my that’s a lot of poop for such a small human.” He bit his lip and then decided to just bring her into the bathroom and hold her in the shower for a few minutes and he’d change his boxers before going back to sleep. He turned on the shower bringing a clean towel with him for her and a wash cloth.

Genevieve continued to cry, shifting in his arms.

“I know, Princess I know,” Ferre bounced gently and waited for the water to get warm but not hot before getting in, and cleaning her up, “That’s it sweet girl, almost done,” he spoke softly kissing her head gently. “There we are,” he told her once she was cleaned up. He turned off the water and wrapped her in her little bath towel, carrying her back to her nursery.

She settled once she was clean and wrapped up, making a content sound as she looked up at her dad.

“All clean, little cutie,” Ferre kissed her head again and got her into a clean diaper and pjs. He held her close rocking her to sleep as he sang a soft little lullaby.

Genevieve reached up for his face.

Ferre smiled and leaned in to let her touch his face, “Silly little thing, it’s sleepy time.”

She grabbed at his nose and made a little babbly noise.

Ferre let out a soft chuckle and then started singing to her again hoping she was tired enough to fall asleep.

Genevieve was making it clear that she wasn’t planning on sleeping any time soon.

Ferre shook his head and smiled down at her, “You’re lucky you’re cute mademoiselle,” he sat down in the rocking chair and hummed softly to her.

“Mm…” He mumbled tiredly before his eyes suddenly opening his eyes and looking up at Combeferre. “Wait… huh?”

“My sentiments exactly…you don’t happen to remember anything about last night after dancing?” Ferre asked.

“God, I… no.” He admitted. “I remember getting to the club. I vaguely remember walking home, I think…”

“Good thing we walked huh?” Ferre sighed, “I don’t remember much either,” he avoided eye contact nor sure how his roommate felt about all this, and unsure what exactly all this was.

He glanced under the blanket and immediately went red. “I’m naked. Did we…?”

“I can only assume we did…seeing as I’m also naked,” Ferre shifted slightly and tried to think back, gasping as he remembered a bit of them stumbling in with their lips locked together. “Maybe some of the others will remember more? Not that they would’ve been here with us!”

“You gasped.” He said quickly, though he was reaching for his phone. “Did you remember something?”

“I remember us making out…and I seem to remember enjoying it quite a lot,” Ferre blushed.

“Really?” He asked, giving up on his phone, deciding this was a hell of a lot more important. “How much did you enjoy it?”

“Obviously enough to wind up naked in bed with you in the morning,” Ferre blushed darker, “But from what I can get in little flashes of memory…a lot.”

He looked at him carefully, noticing his blush. “Okay… I can’t remember what happened, but I really wish I did.” He admitted softly. “Maybe… maybe we could try again? Sober? Just kissing. If you want, obviously, we don’t have to do anything more.”

Ferre looked over at him finally meeting his eyes, “I think I’d like that very much.”

He leaned in closer to him, suddenly feeling nervous.

Ferre, in a rare moment of bold confidence, connected their lips.

Courfeyrac kissed him back almost immediately.

Ferre’s hand flew up to hold Courf’s cheek.

Courfeyrac deepened the kiss slightly, shifting closer to him.

Ferre pressed against him and shifted so Courf was on top of him as he laid back.

He hummed against his lips, settling against his lap.

Ferre broke away for a moment to breathe, “I think it’s safe to say I enjoy this sober as well,” he laughed softly before leaning in to kiss him again.

“So do I.” He smiled, also laughing softly before kissing him back eagerly.

Ferre let his hands travel and rest on Courf’s hips.

He let out a soft gasp against his lips.

“Too much?” Ferre asked softly.

“No, not at all.” He whispered back gently.

“Good,” Ferre breathed.

The boy smiled widely, seemingly absolutely delighted by this. "Oh, I should get something for my master, too," he said. "We could match; show me what you got," he added, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he thought about the two of them wearing matching outfits for their masters. "Maybe Pamina can get a matching one, too! That would be so cute," he enthused, looking over at Pamina who laughed and agreed that it could be really cute for the three of them to match if Ferre was open to the idea.

Ferre made sure no one else was around and showed them the maid outfit as well as the red leather harness he’d bought, “I would’ve gotten a collar too, but I felt like Mont should pick that out for me.”

“Mont? Already calling him by a nickname are you,” he asked teasingly before taking both of the others by a hand and leading them back into the store where he found his way to the maid dresses, holding up a pale blue, frilly maid’s dress for a second and third opinion. “Do you think this color would be cute on me?”

“Not to his face yet but made tonight,” Ferre laughed softly. He followed him back to the store and waved at the cashier who he’d just seen. “I think that color would go very well with your hair and eyes yeah. Do you two know of anything else Montparnasse might like?”

Ganymede and Pamina looked over the various different costumes, Pamina giggling when she saw a sexy vampire singlet. “I don’t know if he’d be excited by this, but he would be amused,” she said, holding it up next to Gabriel as if picturing it on him, giggling again. “I think that would really tickle him.”

Ferre laughed and shook his head. “Alright I’m sold that’s pretty funny,” he took it added it to his purchase from earlier.

"I think he'll really get a kick out of it," Ganymede agreed, paying for his own outfit with a stack of crisp, almost newly minted bills.

Ferre smiled and nodded, “Oh I hope he will, maybe we should get back early and dress before they wake up.”

"Yes! That would be a lovely surprise for him when he wakes up! I might steal that and put on the maid dress before Master Gueulemer wakes up, too," Gamymede said excitedly,

“Should we match? Maybe all three of us put them on and be hanging out in one of the common areas when they wake?” Ferre suggested with a mischievous smile.

“Oh my stars, that would be so cute! They wake up and look for us and we’re all in the common lounge in our matching outfits," Pamina mused, getting herself an arguably less sexy maid dress for herself, not being exactly the manner of human pet as Ganymede and Ferre but still very much wanting to match the other two

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ferre smiled, “How much more time do we have until sundown?” He asked looking out of the shop window to see if he could tell from the lighting.

"It's noon now, so probably close to 10 hours. We can get some lunch and go to a museum and then make our way back to the compound," Pamina said, pulling out her phone and checking the time and then what time the sun set that night just to be sure.

“Great! I know a wonderful spot, or at least there used to be one around the museum area before I came to the compound,” Ferre smiled and went outside.

The others followed behind him before falling into place by either side of him. "What museum are we going to," Ganymede asked, shading his sun from the midday sun that he kept smiling in the light of, more vibrant here on the surface than he had been in just the compound.

“We’re in Paris…why not go to the Louvre?” Ferre asked the other two, “Unless somewhere else speaks to the two of you, I’m flexible now that we can go out everyday if we want.”

“Oh I’ve always wanted to go to the louvre,” Pamina enthused, to which Ganymede nodded as well and said he felt the same. They’d been living in a compound under the city for months and still had not been to one of the most iconic places in Paris, though the two of them were more than excited to see the city during the day.

Ferre led the way there and paid for the three of them to get into the museum. He took out his phone and opened up the camera deciding to take some pictures to show Mont later anyway.

The three of them found their way around the museum, finding art of “unnamed men” that were very clearly the brood of vampires. Ganymede took several pictures of that art and sent it to his master even though he was certain he was still asleep.

“We’ll have to ask them which one of them painted each of these,” Ferre laughed softly. He took a couple as well and tilted his head a bit trying to see if he could match them up in his mind.

In the painting, the four heads of the vampiric brood were in an alleyway, one half out of the sewer to join his companions in the night. That one was almost certainly Montparnasse, dressed like a fashion plate that hung in his room, though with noticeable wear on the hemline of his overcoat and his hat had been abandoned, showing his dark tangle of curls. "Maybe it's a metaphor," Pamina suggested, looking at the painting. "We know that Monsieur Montparnasse was the last of the four pillars turned, so maybe his stepping out of the sewer and into the night is a metaphor for him leaving his life of squalor and strife as a human into vampirism, the eternal night," she considered aloud.

Ferre nodded as she spoke, “That makes perfect sense to me.” He paused, staring at the painting and chuckled after a moment, “Good to know I would’ve been attracted to him as a human and it isn’t just his vampiric charm that won me over,” he joked a bit.

The boy smiled widely, seemingly absolutely delighted by this. "Oh, I should get something for my master, too," he said. "We could match; show me what you got," he added, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he thought about the two of them wearing matching outfits for their masters. "Maybe Pamina can get a matching one, too! That would be so cute," he enthused, looking over at Pamina who laughed and agreed that it could be really cute for the three of them to match if Ferre was open to the idea.

Ferre made sure no one else was around and showed them the maid outfit as well as the red leather harness he’d bought, “I would’ve gotten a collar too, but I felt like Mont should pick that out for me.”

“Mont? Already calling him by a nickname are you,” he asked teasingly before taking both of the others by a hand and leading them back into the store where he found his way to the maid dresses, holding up a pale blue, frilly maid’s dress for a second and third opinion. “Do you think this color would be cute on me?”

“Not to his face yet but made tonight,” Ferre laughed softly. He followed him back to the store and waved at the cashier who he’d just seen. “I think that color would go very well with your hair and eyes yeah. Do you two know of anything else Montparnasse might like?”

Ganymede and Pamina looked over the various different costumes, Pamina giggling when she saw a sexy vampire singlet. “I don’t know if he’d be excited by this, but he would be amused,” she said, holding it up next to Gabriel as if picturing it on him, giggling again. “I think that would really tickle him.”

Ferre laughed and shook his head. “Alright I’m sold that’s pretty funny,” he took it added it to his purchase from earlier.

"I think he'll really get a kick out of it," Ganymede agreed, paying for his own outfit with a stack of crisp, almost newly minted bills.

Ferre smiled and nodded, “Oh I hope he will, maybe we should get back early and dress before they wake up.”

"Yes! That would be a lovely surprise for him when he wakes up! I might steal that and put on the maid dress before Master Gueulemer wakes up, too," Gamymede said excitedly,

“Should we match? Maybe all three of us put them on and be hanging out in one of the common areas when they wake?” Ferre suggested with a mischievous smile.

“Oh my stars, that would be so cute! They wake up and look for us and we’re all in the common lounge in our matching outfits," Pamina mused, getting herself an arguably less sexy maid dress for herself, not being exactly the manner of human pet as Ganymede and Ferre but still very much wanting to match the other two

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ferre smiled, “How much more time do we have until sundown?” He asked looking out of the shop window to see if he could tell from the lighting.

"It's noon now, so probably close to 10 hours. We can get some lunch and go to a museum and then make our way back to the compound," Pamina said, pulling out her phone and checking the time and then what time the sun set that night just to be sure.

“Great! I know a wonderful spot, or at least there used to be one around the museum area before I came to the compound,” Ferre smiled and went outside.

The others followed behind him before falling into place by either side of him. "What museum are we going to," Ganymede asked, shading his sun from the midday sun that he kept smiling in the light of, more vibrant here on the surface than he had been in just the compound.

“We’re in Paris…why not go to the Louvre?” Ferre asked the other two, “Unless somewhere else speaks to the two of you, I’m flexible now that we can go out everyday if we want.”

“Oh I’ve always wanted to go to the louvre,” Pamina enthused, to which Ganymede nodded as well and said he felt the same. They’d been living in a compound under the city for months and still had not been to one of the most iconic places in Paris, though the two of them were more than excited to see the city during the day.

Ferre led the way there and paid for the three of them to get into the museum. He took out his phone and opened up the camera deciding to take some pictures to show Mont later anyway.

The three of them found their way around the museum, finding art of “unnamed men” that were very clearly the brood of vampires. Ganymede took several pictures of that art and sent it to his master even though he was certain he was still asleep.

“We’ll have to ask them which one of them painted each of these,” Ferre laughed softly. He took a couple as well and tilted his head a bit trying to see if he could match them up in his mind.

Alec nodded happily, he tilted his head watching them wondering if he knew any of them. He stepped back suddenly realizing he was watching it for a while. He tried to point to the fish and gesture around trying to asking where they came from

Ferre shrugged, “I think we must’ve gotten them from all over.”

“Mm…” He mumbled tiredly before his eyes suddenly opening his eyes and looking up at Combeferre. “Wait… huh?”

“My sentiments exactly…you don’t happen to remember anything about last night after dancing?” Ferre asked.

“God, I… no.” He admitted. “I remember getting to the club. I vaguely remember walking home, I think…”

“Good thing we walked huh?” Ferre sighed, “I don’t remember much either,” he avoided eye contact nor sure how his roommate felt about all this, and unsure what exactly all this was.

He glanced under the blanket and immediately went red. “I’m naked. Did we…?”

“I can only assume we did…seeing as I’m also naked,” Ferre shifted slightly and tried to think back, gasping as he remembered a bit of them stumbling in with their lips locked together. “Maybe some of the others will remember more? Not that they would’ve been here with us!”

“You gasped.” He said quickly, though he was reaching for his phone. “Did you remember something?”

“I remember us making out…and I seem to remember enjoying it quite a lot,” Ferre blushed.

“Really?” He asked, giving up on his phone, deciding this was a hell of a lot more important. “How much did you enjoy it?”

“Obviously enough to wind up naked in bed with you in the morning,” Ferre blushed darker, “But from what I can get in little flashes of memory…a lot.”

He looked at him carefully, noticing his blush. “Okay… I can’t remember what happened, but I really wish I did.” He admitted softly. “Maybe… maybe we could try again? Sober? Just kissing. If you want, obviously, we don’t have to do anything more.”

Ferre looked over at him finally meeting his eyes, “I think I’d like that very much.”

He leaned in closer to him, suddenly feeling nervous.

Ferre, in a rare moment of bold confidence, connected their lips.

Courfeyrac kissed him back almost immediately.

Ferre’s hand flew up to hold Courf’s cheek.

Courfeyrac deepened the kiss slightly, shifting closer to him.

Ferre pressed against him and shifted so Courf was on top of him as he laid back.

He hummed against his lips, settling against his lap.

Ferre broke away for a moment to breathe, “I think it’s safe to say I enjoy this sober as well,” he laughed softly before leaning in to kiss him again.

“So do I.” He smiled, also laughing softly before kissing him back eagerly.

Ferre let his hands travel and rest on Courf’s hips.

He let out a soft gasp against his lips.

“Too much?” Ferre asked softly.

Evie stopped and yawned.

Once she’d finished he put the bottle on the side and put her back into the crib in the nursery. “Sleep well baby girl.” He whispered, picking up the baby monitor and going back into the bedroom and all but falling into bed.

Courfeyrac gently stroked Noodles until he fell asleep.

Ferre woke to Evie’s cries a few hours later and quickly turned the monitor down and tried to sneak out of bed to let Courf sleep.

Courfeyrac briefly woke for a moment but saw Combeferre getting up and decided to go back to sleep.

Ferre went and picked her up, “What’s wrong little princess? Do you need a change?” He lifted her up and sniffed, “Oh yes you do little stinky butt.”

Genevieve cried but settled slightly when he was picked up.

“It’s ok, daddy’s gonna take care of it,” Ferre undid her pjs and took off her diaper, “Oh my that’s a lot of poop for such a small human.” He bit his lip and then decided to just bring her into the bathroom and hold her in the shower for a few minutes and he’d change his boxers before going back to sleep. He turned on the shower bringing a clean towel with him for her and a wash cloth.

Genevieve continued to cry, shifting in his arms.

“I know, Princess I know,” Ferre bounced gently and waited for the water to get warm but not hot before getting in, and cleaning her up, “That’s it sweet girl, almost done,” he spoke softly kissing her head gently. “There we are,” he told her once she was cleaned up. He turned off the water and wrapped her in her little bath towel, carrying her back to her nursery.

She settled once she was clean and wrapped up, making a content sound as she looked up at her dad.

“All clean, little cutie,” Ferre kissed her head again and got her into a clean diaper and pjs. He held her close rocking her to sleep as he sang a soft little lullaby.

Genevieve reached up for his face.

Ferre smiled and leaned in to let her touch his face, “Silly little thing, it’s sleepy time.”

She grabbed at his nose and made a little babbly noise.

Ferre let out a soft chuckle and then started singing to her again hoping she was tired enough to fall asleep.

“Mm…” He mumbled tiredly before his eyes suddenly opening his eyes and looking up at Combeferre. “Wait… huh?”

“My sentiments exactly…you don’t happen to remember anything about last night after dancing?” Ferre asked.

“God, I… no.” He admitted. “I remember getting to the club. I vaguely remember walking home, I think…”

“Good thing we walked huh?” Ferre sighed, “I don’t remember much either,” he avoided eye contact nor sure how his roommate felt about all this, and unsure what exactly all this was.

He glanced under the blanket and immediately went red. “I’m naked. Did we…?”

“I can only assume we did…seeing as I’m also naked,” Ferre shifted slightly and tried to think back, gasping as he remembered a bit of them stumbling in with their lips locked together. “Maybe some of the others will remember more? Not that they would’ve been here with us!”

“You gasped.” He said quickly, though he was reaching for his phone. “Did you remember something?”

“I remember us making out…and I seem to remember enjoying it quite a lot,” Ferre blushed.

“Really?” He asked, giving up on his phone, deciding this was a hell of a lot more important. “How much did you enjoy it?”

“Obviously enough to wind up naked in bed with you in the morning,” Ferre blushed darker, “But from what I can get in little flashes of memory…a lot.”

He looked at him carefully, noticing his blush. “Okay… I can’t remember what happened, but I really wish I did.” He admitted softly. “Maybe… maybe we could try again? Sober? Just kissing. If you want, obviously, we don’t have to do anything more.”

Ferre looked over at him finally meeting his eyes, “I think I’d like that very much.”

He leaned in closer to him, suddenly feeling nervous.

Ferre, in a rare moment of bold confidence, connected their lips.

Courfeyrac kissed him back almost immediately.

Ferre’s hand flew up to hold Courf’s cheek.

Courfeyrac deepened the kiss slightly, shifting closer to him.

Ferre pressed against him and shifted so Courf was on top of him as he laid back.

He hummed against his lips, settling against his lap.

Ferre broke away for a moment to breathe, “I think it’s safe to say I enjoy this sober as well,” he laughed softly before leaning in to kiss him again.

“So do I.” He smiled, also laughing softly before kissing him back eagerly.

Ferre let his hands travel and rest on Courf’s hips.

Evie stopped and yawned.

Once she’d finished he put the bottle on the side and put her back into the crib in the nursery. “Sleep well baby girl.” He whispered, picking up the baby monitor and going back into the bedroom and all but falling into bed.

Courfeyrac gently stroked Noodles until he fell asleep.

Ferre woke to Evie’s cries a few hours later and quickly turned the monitor down and tried to sneak out of bed to let Courf sleep.

Courfeyrac briefly woke for a moment but saw Combeferre getting up and decided to go back to sleep.

Ferre went and picked her up, “What’s wrong little princess? Do you need a change?” He lifted her up and sniffed, “Oh yes you do little stinky butt.”

Genevieve cried but settled slightly when he was picked up.

“It’s ok, daddy’s gonna take care of it,” Ferre undid her pjs and took off her diaper, “Oh my that’s a lot of poop for such a small human.” He bit his lip and then decided to just bring her into the bathroom and hold her in the shower for a few minutes and he’d change his boxers before going back to sleep. He turned on the shower bringing a clean towel with him for her and a wash cloth.

Genevieve continued to cry, shifting in his arms.

“I know, Princess I know,” Ferre bounced gently and waited for the water to get warm but not hot before getting in, and cleaning her up, “That’s it sweet girl, almost done,” he spoke softly kissing her head gently. “There we are,” he told her once she was cleaned up. He turned off the water and wrapped her in her little bath towel, carrying her back to her nursery.

She settled once she was clean and wrapped up, making a content sound as she looked up at her dad.

“All clean, little cutie,” Ferre kissed her head again and got her into a clean diaper and pjs. He held her close rocking her to sleep as he sang a soft little lullaby.

Genevieve reached up for his face.

Ferre smiled and leaned in to let her touch his face, “Silly little thing, it’s sleepy time.”