Les Miserables Imagines

Combeferre x Reader: Oh No

You woke up with a splitting headache. You groaned as you sit up. You heard a chuckle and your head snapped towards the sound. Combeferre was sitting in a chair next to your bed, holding two small cups. "Want some?" You took the cup gratefully and took a long sip.

"What are you doing here?" You looked down at the unfamiliar bed. "What am I doing here?"

"You don't remember anything?" You shook your head, but quickly put two and two together.

"Oh my God. How drunk was I last night?"

"Well..."

...

You giggled drunkenly as Grantaire stood on your table, mocking Marius. "Oh, she was like a ghost! My world is black without her! What am I to do?" Someone threw a cup at his head (likely Enjolras) and yelled at him to keep it down. He climbed off the table and sat back down, topping off your drinks in the process. You clinked your cups together and knocked them back. You slammed your glass on the table and wiped your mouth on your sleeve with a wicked grin. You heard someone sit down beside you and take your glass.

"No, s'my glass," You slurred and giggled as you reached for it in vain.

"How much has she drank?" The stranger asked. Grantaire shrugged and stretched his arms out.

"Thiiiiiiiiiiiis much!" You burst into laughter, and shrieked in surprise when you were lifted out of your chair.

"I'm taking her home." You instinctively wrapped your arms around their shoulders and looked up.

"Hey Comb," You grinned and poked the tip of his nose. "What are you doing here?" He chuckled.

"You're drunk, Y/N."

"No I'm not!" You flung your arm out for emphasis, but knocked the two of you off balance. Combeferre let out a shout of surprise as he stumbled forward. You shrieked and clung to his shoulders as he righted himself. He shook his head as he stared down at you.

"Yes you are. And don't do that again, okay?" You smiled up at him.

"Okay," You said and snuggled into his shoulder. It was silent, until a raindrop fell on your nose. "It's raining," You looked up with Combeferre.

"Oh no," He said, and turned sharply.

"Combeferre, my house is thataway." You pointed in a random direction over your shoulder.

"I know. Change of plan; we're going to my place. It's closer." He walked up to an apartment entrance and pushed the door open with his shoulder. He walked up the stairs and into his room. He set you down, and began to pull back the bed covers. "Okay, time for sleep—Y/N?" You were gone. "Oh no," He said again. He ran to the window and looked out. You were in the middle of the road, spinning in a circle and laughing in the rain. He smiled and shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?" He ran out of the apartment and shrugged his coat off. He held it above his head to protect from the rain. "Y/N!" You turned around. "You need to come inside; you'll get sick!" You giggled.

"But the rain is so nice!" He sighed.

"If you come inside I'll make your favorite tea tomorrow," He bargained.

"Really?"

"Really." You thought about it.

"Okay," He sighed in relief. "But only if you carry me!" He laughed.

"A small price to pay," He wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and hoisted you back into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and snuggled back into his shoulder. He made his way back up to his room. He set you down next to the bed, and left the room, saying he would stay outside while you changed. You stripped off your wet outer layers and said he could come in. You were already nestled in his bed by the time Combeferre came back in. "All comfy?" You nodded. "Okay, goodnight, Y/N."

"Wait!" He turned around.

"Hm?"

"Where you gonna sleep?"

"Don't worry about me." He dodged the question. You scooched over on the bed and patted the space next to you.

"Here!"

"No," He told you. "You're sleeping there." He took his soggy jacket, rolled it into a makeshift pillow, and laid on the ground. All was quiet for a while.

And then...

"Y/N, why are you on the floor?"

"If you're sleeping here, then I am too!" He sighed once again.

"Y/N, get back in bed."

"Only if you come with me!" He groaned. You got stubborn when you were drunk, and he really didn't want you sleeping on the cold hard floor.

"Okay, fine." You stood up with a cheer and bounded back over to the bed, getting under the covers and scooching over as far as you could. Combeferre tucked you in before laying down on top of the covers. You snuggled close to him. He laid there stiffly, before hesitantly laying an arm over your body.

"Night, Comb!" You chirped, leaning up to kiss his chin before nuzzling back into his chest. "Love you!" And then you were out. Combeferre was frozen. Then he slowly tightened his hold on you and kissed your hair.

"Love you too, Y/N."

...

"You're kidding," You groaned as you hid your face in his pillow. He laughed softly.

"I'm afraid not."

"I'm so sorry, Comb." You sat back up. "You didn't have to do that,"

"Sure I did," He told you. "I couldn't just leave you there. Plus," He scooched forward and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers with his.

"I love you too," He pecked your cheek as you matched his grin with one of your own.