LINKDING

<blockquote>“Its creator calls it a gas vacuum engine,” said Combeferre over the hellish noise, pronouncing the English words with a certain meticulousness, “though I think this one in particular ought to do more vacuuming." In which Enjolras learns the perils of having a polymath for a roommate, and Sadi Carnot invites himself along for the ride.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The story of how Feuilly came to own the sword he was brandishing that day.</blockquote>

<blockquote>montparnasse and himself at staub's (set in the same universe as What chaos, what a din! where to maintain his lifestyle with less danger to his good looks, Montparnasse has exchanged knife murder for high class prostitution)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Grantaire, groundhog day</blockquote>

<blockquote>valjean/prouvaire bodyswap pre-1832</blockquote>

<blockquote>I'm only sorry that I didn't have the time to expand this into something vast and plotty and ridiculous, but I hope it's sufficiently ridiculous to amuse all the same!</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fantine’s first taste of a lemon came when she was a child of perhaps eight. It was a cold day in February, though not bitterly cold; there was no snow on the ground; still, for a child with neither mother nor father to put woolen coats about her and sturdy shoes on her feet, the chill was sufficient. It had driven her inside a tavern. She was allowed to stay despite her empty pockets because she was quiet and because she was charming, and because the tavern was not very full.</blockquote>

<blockquote>I kept trying to make this a scenario where they just woke up in each other’s body, mostly because I was highly entertained by the mental image of Bahorel’s Laughing Mistress sleepily going, “Hey, what’s the ma— you’re looking awkward and avoiding looking at my body and you’re actually blushing, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH BAHOREL.” And thus simplifying explanations considerably, by being not so much genre-savvy as boyfriend-savvy! Sadly, that’s as far as I could manage to figure out in this scenario. [...] So I think what I’m going with is that Combeferre acquired a Mysterious Scientific Device from somewhere – let’s say a pawnshop or a seller of ill-assorted sundries.</p>

➤ les amies des fourmis, featuring Antine and Cosantte

<blockquote>All evening, Combeferre had been acting peculiar. The difference from his normal behavior was not a dramatic one; it was merely that he seemed somehow on edge. Several times he glanced at Bahorel in evident surprise, seemed about to speak, checked himself and was silent; on every occasion, Bahorel had been quiet himself, or saying something unremarkable.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The clipping, Simplice was immediately convinced, was meant to wound and not to comfort. Fantine had read it once. She read it again as Simplice watched, her finger tracing down the columns, her tongue sticking slightly out when she came to a more obscurely spelled word. And again.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Combeferre and Grantaire, body swap</blockquote>

<blockquote>Combeferre only wanted the foot.  “I’m sorry, Joly, I really am, but I don’t need another leg.  I don’t have room for another leg.  I told you you could have shared with me when I got one last week.”</blockquote> ➤ med student hijinks with dismembered body parts!

➤ the one at Xavier's school where Enjolras can bewitch people with his voice so can't talk to anybody because he doesn't have control over his powers, and Combeferre is telepathic. CUE BEING ABLE TO TALK TO EACH OTHER WITHOUT DANGER.

<blockquote>A recently uncovered letter by British captain John Aubrey solves one part of the Gros mystery that has puzzled art historians for over half a century.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The wine had been Fauchelevent’s idea. Proof against the cold and better with company, Fauchelevent had said as he poured out two glasses, and Jean Valjean had acquiesced.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Canon era, of course, because that’s funnier and where my brain hangs out anyway.  So this is at some kind of gathering — a party, a meeting of some kind of society that turns out not to be as seriously revolutionary as they’d hoped, Bahorel’s hometown for some reason (because scandalous gossip is extra fun if you’re going to go right back to Paris and make your sisters deal with the neighbors’ inquiries), whatever.  The point is, these are not close friends and the diplomatic stakes aren’t high, and Bahorel is bored stiff.  So the obvious thing to do is to start flirting with Combeferre hardcore — endearments every sentence, smirking, zero personal space, the works.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In Ancient Rome, Les Amis -- or rather, I suppose, the amici -- are supporters of Catiline in the conspiracy of 63 BC. Events progress about as well as you would think.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Captain Baptistine and Engineer Magloire of the starship Myriel pick up an escape pod with a terrified refugee.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fauchelevent looked down at Valjean, his eyes creasing with amusement. “You and love. ‘What kind of love does a midwinter tree need?’ I asked myself. I thought you were plumb out of your mind, skittering through the branches in the dead of winter."</blockquote>

<blockquote>After M.Myriel fled to Rome and after his wife's death, he drifts.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five times Azelma defied Eponine, and one time she didn't.</blockquote>

<blockquote>After they are done laughing about the surprise, Fantine goes home to face heartbreak while Favourite finds herself happier than she's been in two years and seeks out her adoring artist friend, Blachevelle already forgotten.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Favourite adores the money she saves, the maths she holds up as a shield against the world and - rather reluctantly - Dahlia.</blockquote>

<blockquote>enjolras, in the parlor, with a gun.</blockquote> ➤ or: combeferre is left a pair of pistols by a professor of his after the professor's passing

➤ in which Fauchelevent teaches Madeleine how to make covers for the melons for winter

<blockquote>The hovercraft had never really been in tip-top shape; no matter how many times he’d sent it in to get fixed, it still sputtered, coughed up smoke, and trailed pollution through the Mars dome. So perhaps, Fauchelevant thought in a delirious haze, this was its revenge for all the times he’d kicked it and yelled at it and wished it was a newer model. Or perhaps, as the gallant Captain Madeleine shouldered his way through the wreckage and grasped Fauchelevent by the wrist and waist, this was its way of saying you deserve something better in your life. </blockquote> ➤ three-sentence fic so the bit I quoted is the entirety of it. DON'T I WISH THERE WERE MORE THOUGH

<blockquote>It’s traditional “Write random AUs instead of your nano story” time here at chez melannen. So, to inspire Sath, here is the first 1000 words of the Les Mis SF AU-Fusion-Crossover that has been haunting me since I first got into Les Mis fandom. ENJOY. I feel like this one truly captures the spirit of Les Mis canon.</blockquote> ➤ or: the space au where Marius has been in stasis for a few hundred thousand years and when he's revived all his friends are dead

<blockquote>Bossuet, having a mistress, soon discovers that he also has a friend.</blockquote> ➤ I LOVE BOSSUET SO MUCH

<blockquote>"What exactly is the difference between Courfeyrac and Combeferre?"</blockquote> ➤ in which Courfeyrac and Combeferre and DEFINITELY NOT the same person playing two different roles WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT