LINKDING

<blockquote>Something had happened which Cosette did not immediately understand—but she thought, obscurely, that it must have something to do with fighting.</blockquote> ➤ a truly impressive arm joe fic integrating the stuff from the fighting game beautifully into worldbuilding in the novel

<blockquote>Her name was Ursule Javert, and she lived with the police inspector who was not her father. Once, she had been called Cosette, but that was in a time she tried not to remember.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Shortly after leaving the Convent of Petit-Picpus, Cosette encounters a group of children.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In a timeline where things go a little differently, Fantine, Javert and Valjean team up to recover Cosette from the Thenardiers, in an eyebrow-raising adventure that will help them all learn a little something about redemption, compassion, and judgey expressions. (based mostly on the 2019 BBC miniseries book tie-in cover)</blockquote>

<blockquote>A survivor of the barricade of the rue de la Chanvrerie, saved by a man who saves others.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Azelma looks forward to a pampered life in America, and resorts to fantasies as an escape from her life of abuse and neglect--but she finds that her father's plan to get rich through the slave-trade has implications she didn't consider.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The story of Fantine's bird.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Cosette begins to learn about her mother's past. Post-canon. (Sequel to Sub Rosa)</blockquote>

<blockquote>“okay,” i say to myself like an evil person. “what if like, Fantine was happy, but there was still angst.” and thus this was born, don’t look at me please. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Marguerite draws Fantine out of her apartment for a day.</blockquote> ➤ oh noooo it's sad BECAUSE it's so briefly lovely and happy but the reader knows what's coming :( but also I'm just so delighted there's actually fic about Marguerite

<blockquote>Something would have to go very, very wrong for Courfeyrac to be in line for the family title-- and it does. Courfeyrac wisely uses his newfound privilege to punch Lafayette in the face.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A high-pitched shriek pulled Feuilly from his sleep.</blockquote> ➤ from the prompt: "Hot, steamy action very late at night, and loud enough to wake other people" and wilfully misinterpreted

<blockquote>A reinterpretation of Hugo's early declaration that the printing press had killed the cathedral, featuring printer! Enjolras.</blockquote> ➤ thoroughly enjoyable fic based on that meta discussion about how Enjolras doesn't actually necessarily have to be a student, based on what the brick says. I loved all the printshop stuff, but the Hugo parts kinda come out of nowhere

<blockquote>Being an account, in pastiche style, of a boy whose story may or may not be the embodiment of the hero’s journey, and who therefore encounters a call to adventure, a wise advisor, a mystical weapon, a road of trials, a rogue, a princess, and a villain (in that order); and who, over the course of fighting an evil empire, finds himself attaining his goals, both symbolic and literal. In space.</blockquote> ➤ HOLY SHIT THIS FIC. Apparently the author intends to write the entirety of the original trilogy of star wars in this style but even if they never get around to the rest of it I can die happy because as it is this is 17k words about Ben Kenobi and the history of Tatooine in the style of the digression about the Bishop that starts Les Mis and IT'S SO GOOD.

<blockquote>Based on some sketches by SimplyIrenic of Enjolras as a female Resistance leader. After being shot down over Calais in the Battle for Britain, Polish pilot Feuilly is rescued by a Resistance cell lead by Enjolras, a modern day Joan of Arc.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five encounters across the years.</blockquote> ➤ author's note: <blockquote>For melannen, whom I blame entirely for the realization that Enjolras is completely Methos's type, even though I've long ago lost the documentation of this. </blockquote> ➤ TRUTH.

<blockquote>Canon feats Sister Simplice fixing things she can, and Fantine being alive.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Valjean/Favourite IN ENGLAND</blockquote>

<blockquote>…someone PLEASE rewrite some of Les Mis as an Old Norse epic.</blockquote> ➤ does the bit with the "man-precipice" description of Valjean, here named Hans See-Hans

<blockquote>In 1830, Cosette buys a fan, and has a short conversation about mothers and motherlands. In 1833, she tries to buy another.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“You'd better not be getting biohazards on my table.”</blockquote> ➤ more lunar base au

<blockquote>It turns out that Marius _can_ heal your wounds with words of love. Don't worry, it came as a shock to him too.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Courfeyrac and Bahorel pass an afternoon with community organizing of various sorts, despite the occasional sartorial challenge.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fauchelevent chats with Cosette and Valjean.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Anonymous asked: Hi! For the 5 times meme. Les Mis prison au...? (Prooobably not quite what you meant. This is the tale of how Bahorel assembles the Amis.)</blockquote> ➤ modern au where Bahorel keeps ending up in prison briefly and makes friends

<blockquote>oilan and i are very proud to present a belated barricade day collaboration that we hope will really illuminate an important facet of the text.</blockquote> ➤ in other words: butts

<blockquote>So Courfeyrac talked to Grantaire and Grantaire hooked him up with a man who loaned him about a dozen air guns modified to fire beeswax marking rounds, and some quilted canvas protective smocks, and then Courfeyrac cajoled all his friends into spending a week at one of his father's estates playing war games, which Courfeyrac still maintains was one of his better ideas.</blockquote> ➤ or: the Amis play paintball

<blockquote>For Majorly Minor Characters week: all the questions you (never) asked about Brevet’s suspender(s), answered! “Throughout this hideous meditation, the thoughts which we have above indicated moved incessantly through his brain; entered, withdrew, re-entered, and in a manner oppressed him; and then he thought, also, without knowing why, and with the mechanical persistence of revery, of a convict named Brevet, whom he had known in the galleys, and whose trousers had been upheld by a single suspender of knitted cotton. The checkered pattern of that suspender recurred incessantly to his mind.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>For Majorly Minor Character Week. The prosecutor from Arras, looking for witnesses to identify Jean Valjean, sends a letter to Commissaire Reynaud at Toulon.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The consensus amongst the students and roués of Paris is that Irma is somebody’s mistress, just no one knows whose. The other grisettes don’t know, or perhaps they just won’t say (this is an enduring mystery, what grisettes do and do not tell one another). It seems entirely possible it is someone very rich or very famous, whose reputation could not stand the public knowledge of a mistress– perhaps a priest. “What kind of woman would sleep with a priest?” Irma asks scornfully.  “All those old Italian popes had children, someone must have helped make them,” Musichetta (who has no reason to revere priests in particular) says.  “Well, it wasn’t me,” Irma replies. </blockquote>