A/N Here is the Gavroche/Courfeyrac story that was requested by RazMaster.

I hope you all enjoy it. I tried to keep it fluffy!

Oh, and also thanks to BurningStorm for wishing me luck on my interview! P.S. I got the job! Yay. Now I can afford my book-addiction, or at least more than I can now.

Once again, thank you guys for being so patient. I really do appreciate it. I love all you guys and hope you enjoy this oneshot!

"Five more minutes then it's bedtime!" Combeferre's voice echoed through the shared house.

He was of course, referring to each of the Amis who were doing many different things throughout the house.

Without moving from the living room where he was cleaning up the left overs from game night, Combeferre knew exactly what each of the amis were doing and which ones he would have to actually force into bed.

Enjolras would be up working furiously on homework or a speech that he was not due to give until weeks later.

Bahorel and Grantaire would be already asleep, with the tv blasting in the room they were asleep in.

Feuilly would be snuggled up in his bed, asleep with a book on Poland clutched up against his chest.

Joly would be showering, for the third time that night.

Bossuet would be tending to the wounds he had received that day from simply walking.

Jehan would be either reading poetry, or writing it.

And Combeferre would make sure each of them got to bed. But there were two others, who would be the hardest to get to go to sleep. And so he waited to make them go to bed until all the others were tucked away and safe for the night.

Gavroche and Courfeyrac, were the two that were the hardest to get to go to sleep.

Not only because they fed off of each other when it came to excuses as to why they should stay awake, but also because unlike the rest of the amis, Combeferre had no idea each night what they would be doing when he entered their shared room.

Each night it was something different..

"You were my brother Gavroche! I loved you!" Courfeyrac yelled while standing on Gavroche's bed and twirling around a plastic, blue, lightsaber.

And Gavroche, who was pretending to writhe in pain on the floor, groaned then stood up.

"You did it wrong! This is why you should be Darth vader and I could be the good guy."

Courfeyrac folded his arms and squinted his eyes while putting the lightsaber down and folding his arms, "Oh yeah, what's 'the good guy's' name?"

Gavroche's eyes widened and he wrinkled his nose in concentration, "Um… Uh…"

Courfeyrac grinned victortiously, "I win."

Gavroche pouted for a few seconds then stood up to his full height and looked up at Courfeyrac, "Well you can't be a Jedi. Because they can't have girlfriends. And you've had more girlfriends than anyone."

"Oh yeah?" Courfeyrac frowned.

"Mhm." Gavroche insisted.

Combeferre sighed as he heard the two arguing, and opened the door to their room and was pelted with pillows the moment he stepped inside.

"Bedtime. Both of you."

Two groans of defeat were heard as Combeferre tossed their pillows back onto the two beds.

"Just a little bit longer ferre- Gavroche has to go to his foster home tomorrow and-"

"That's all the more reason for him to get to bed now. He has to wake up early in the morning Courfeyrac. Let's act like adults now."

Coufeyrac climbed into his bed and pulled the spider man covers up over his head. "That's not fair."

Combeferre sighed and waited until Gavroche was tucked into his batman bed, then placed a light kiss onto the young boy's head. "Goodnight, Gavroche."

He moved to Courfeyrac's bed and pulled the covers down from his head and kissed the head full of dark wavy hair, then placed the blanket back over the younger man's head.

"Goodnight, Courf." Combeferre said, before he left the room and closed the door on his way out.

"Night Ferre." Courfeyrac mumbled, after he knew Combeferre was out of earshot.

"Courf?" Gavroche's usually certain voice came through the darkness with uncertainty coating it.

"Yeah?" Courfeyrac pulled his head out from underneath the covers and glanced over to his little friend's bed.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course."

Gavroche's slim figure made his way up into Courfeyrac's bed and snuggled up close to him.

"I don't wanna go there tomorrow. Courf, I wanna stay here with you. I don't want to leave."

"I know you don't, buddy." Coufeyrac replied, while running his fingers through Gavroche's ever-growing long hair.

"It'll be okay though." He added, trying to assure the young boy.

"Why can't I live here? With you?"

"Because I don't have enough money to make something like that happen just yet, Gav. I'm saving my money though. And as soon as I have enough, you're gonna live with me and you don't ever have to go anywhere you don't want to, ever again."

"You promise?"

"Yeah. I promise."

There was a long silence in the room that was unusual for the two boys who were nearly always chatting with each other.

Then Gavroche spoke up, "Courf, you're the best brother I could've ever asked for."

Courfeyrac smiled quietly in the darkness and hugged Gavroche closer to himself, "You're the best brother I could've asked for, Gavroche."

"You wanna play spiderman?" Gavroche asked, looking through the dark trying to see Courfeyrac's expression.

With a bark of a laugh, Courfeyrac nodded. "Yeah, lets play."

That night, neither of the two got any sleep. And the next morning, Combeferre found the two asleep in the middle of the floor, both wearing spider man masks, a bowl of popcorn that had been spilt littered the floor but it didn't seem to disturb either one of them.

So, Combeferre called gavroche's foster parents and told them he was sick and should stay in bed for the rest of the day. Which Gavorche did, the only difference was that he spent all day in bed, playing video games with his brother.

A/N I hope you guys liked it. I was a little rushed to write it so sorry if it wasn't great. Love you guys and please review, favorite and follow. God Bless!