You think Sun sought a lot of comfort from Moon, who was quiet for a long while in their shared headspace after getting rid of the virus.
So you, their dear Starlight, managed to get a plushie in the shape of their beloved Moon.
You would often find him there on the couch. Sun softly speaking tender promises to Moon that once he awoke, they would go on new adventures now that they weren't in the pizzaplex anymore and that they could now be together with their dear Star without fearing getting abandoned again.
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Leon startled, turning over quickly. “Claire-- ah.”
She winced, watching as he grabbed at his shoulder, his expression drawing quickly from sleepy to pained.
“Shit, I’m sorry the last thing I wanted was to startle you,” she apologized in a hushed voice. Sherry had finally fallen asleep on Leon’s other side, she didn’t want to change that.
“No, I’m fine,” he said, audibly schooling his voice into something friendly and just as soft. Ready to help. Even half dead. He blinked, and in the low light of the motel she could still make out the blue in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
She sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and shaking her head. “I can’t sleep, and with everything going on I’m really afraid not to. I mean….if I’m not rested that leaves you watching our backs practically alone and with Sherry--”
“Claire.” She stopped, looking up because he’d taken her hand. “You need to sleep for your own sake too, not just ours.”
She nodded. “Yeah...I do. I know. I just feel guilty imposing.”
He shrugged his good shoulder. “It’s not my bed.”
She could feel herself blushing, even though she didn’t let go of his hand. Crisis did strange things to forge relationships, she thought.
“Okay but it is your personal bubble and you’re injured and we met like…” she glanced at the clock “twenty-six hours ago.”
“And almost died twenty five times in those twenty six hours, so if sharing a bed will help you sleep I can’t really bring myself to worry about it.”
“Okay...okay yeah you’re right. It’s just too quiet on the other side of the room and I’m used to some noise. My roommate in college always had a fan so…”
She shrugged and Leon pulled back the covers, letting her settle while he kept a respectful distance.
“Let me know if I’m taking up too much room,” he whispered, turning onto his good side so they were facing each other.
She smiled, and without fully thinking about it reached out and took his hand again. “You’re far too sweet to be a cop, you know that?”
He frowned lightly. “Your brother is a cop too, you telling me he’s a jerk?”
“He’s my brother how do you think I’m going to answer that?”
“I mean, if he’s anything like you he can’t be so bad.”
Claire’s expression softened and she shook her head once. “No...he’s actually one of the best men I know. He raised me after our parents died. It’s…”
“Why you have to find him.” Leon squeezed her hand. “You will.”
She met his eyes again. “Thank you, Leon. Please tell me if I do anything to bother your shoulder?”
“Can’t do worse than putting a hole through it, but I will.”
The proximity helped, and even when Leon let go of her hand and turned onto his back again Claire still found herself closing her fingers around the lingering warmth in her palm. She closed her eyes, still facing towards him, trying hard to fall into the gentle rhythm of his breathing.
It helped, but time kept passing, and memories flickered like candle light, and she was still not falling asleep.
And, damn him, Leon seemed to be able to sense it.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but you can get closer if you want. The bed isn’t that big.”
She opened her eyes and squinted at him with a shallow annoyance. “You need to sleep for your own sake too, Mr. Officer.”
“I’m off duty,” he whispered, and she saw the flicker of his smile in his eyes. “Seriously, if it’ll help I don’t mind. The pillows kinda suck too, and if my breathing isn’t enough to help I’ve heard heartbeats can put some people out.”
Claire just looked at him, at his earnestness, and wondered if there was anything of himself that he wouldn’t offer to help someone. “I’m not going to hurt your shoulder?”
“Not if you stay on my right side.”
She sighed, then shuffled closer. “Alright, tell me if this is okay.”
And she snuggled into him with the blind ease of practice that came from doing the same to Chris for two years straight after losing their parents. Leon was smaller than Chris, but still bigger than her, and she sunk into him like he was made for her.
His warmth immediately spread through her, unwinding tension she’d been unconscious of, and she sighed with a shaky relief. She felt his hand settle on her arm, and she hummed to let him know it was okay.
His heart was softened beneath the constant sound of his breathing, but Claire still found it easily and she lay there listening for a long, peaceful moment before resting her hand lightly across his sternum. When he exhaled next, she felt his heart tap her palm and she smiled into the soft cotton of his shirt.
“You have a really slow heartbeat when I don’t have to pull a piece of wood out of your shoulder,” she whispered. “Thank you for sharing it.”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “Get some rest, Claire. It’ll be better in the morning.”
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5. “Why are you embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that?”
It was the first night Grantaire had allowed Enjolras to stay until morning. Despite their new relationship, and (most) of his guard being let down, Grantaire was still strangely overcareful never to let him spend the night until now. Enjolras was happy to wake up in his new boyfriends bed, and when he opened his eyes, yawned and made a small noise of awakening, he was looking forward to turning over to meet Grantaire’s eyes.
“Wait!” Grantaire’s voice said suddenly, putting a hand on his shoulder and preventing him from rolling over. “Stay there for a second.”
“Okay?” Enjolras said confused, but obeying the strange command as Grantaire relaxed against him, moving his hand away.“Why?”
“I have to get ready, you can’t see me before I fix my hair.”
“What?” Enjolras emitted a puzzled laugh, ignoring him and turning over to look at him. Grantaire made a panicked noise of protest as he did so and rushed to pull the blanket over his head. “I don’t care about what your hair looks like,” Enjolras assured him bemusedly.
“Mornings don’t agree with me,” Grantaire admitted defeatedly, refusing to move the blanket that was pulled tightly over him. “You’re going to run for the hills. Seriously, I look like a swamp monster. It’s embarrassing”
“Why are you embarrassed?” Enjolras asked, all humour removed from his tone as he slowly moved his hand over Grantaire’s and slowly brought the blanket down, there was a little resistance from him, but he eventually let it budge. Sighing and looking miserable as Enjolras took him in. “You’re beautiful,” Enjolras told him, his eyes sweeping over his face, when Grantaire said nothing, looking flustered and upset, Enjolras frowned. “Don’t you see that?”
“No, that’s not true” Grantaire said shaking his head. “You just have to say that ‘cause we’re dating.”
“I don’t have to say anything I don’t want to.” Enjolras replied stubbornly. If they were standing he would have crossed his arms, but instead he opened them, inviting Grantaire in. He hesitated, before turning around and shuffling into them, allowing Enjolras to spoon him and move his hair away from his neck to place a soft kiss there. “I’m going to hold you here until you admit you’re beautiful.” He warned him as he squeezed Grantaire tightly.
“Get comfortable then,” Grantaire scoffed. “You’re going to be here a while.”
“I am comfortable,” Enjolras said showering him with more kisses. “And I’ll gladly stay forever, if that what it takes.”
