LINKDING

<blockquote>Joly and Musichetta fight over a shipwar. Bossuet tries to reconcile them, and does too well.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Cosette attends Otakon 2014 and Valjean reluctantly accompanies her, the long pre-registration line Thursday night brings about an unexpected encounter.</blockquote>

➤ adorable friendship hijinks

<blockquote>Death paused.  Death really didn’t have time to pause because there was so much work to do: but Death had discovered long ago that it could make its own time.  Souls didn’t particularly suffer if it was slow to collect them.  But sometimes they wandered off and then there were ghosts and it hated to chase down ghosts if they were happy and weren’t causing any problems— Anyway.  Death paused.  This particular soul was curled up like a cat while it waited, and blinked and stretched and demurred when Death caught up to it.  “But I’m waiting for my friend.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>a daddy!Comebferre AU based on this drawing by SimplyIrenic. Since the barricades are, as tenlittlebullets once described it, Victor Hugo’s what-if-1832-was-1848 AU, we’re going to go with that. GUESS WHAT LOUIS-PHILIPPE YOUR REIGN ENDED AFTER ONLY TWO YEARS I’m sure this comes as a surprise to many 19th century historians. (Also I am not saying that Louis-Philippe’s reign kept us from having steampunk airships, but I am implying it.) </blockquote>

<blockquote>Joly was new in Paris and he was lost.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Fantine is introduced to another patient, a Monsieur Pontmercy, at the Hôpital de l'Hotel-Dieu, she does not know quite what to make of him. The feeling is mutual.</blockquote> ➤ !!!

<blockquote>"How heartless you are, Combeferre. Yes, as a matter of fact. I am broken-hearted and despondent, and it is your duty as dear friends to cheer me up." Courfeyrac shifted the stack of pamphlets resting beside Enjolras to the floor, so that he could drape himself dramatically across the sofa without crumpling them. Enjolras placidly lifted the pamphlet in his hand out of the way of Courfeyrac’s head, as it landed in his lap. "I insist that you entertain me."</blockquote>

<blockquote>sathinfection asked: Musichetta and Sophie as an old radical printing couple OH DID SOMEBODY SAY “TAKE MINOR/UNNAMED FEMALE CHARACTERS AND RUN AWAY WITH THEM FAR PAST ANY PROPORTION TO THEIR APPEARANCE IN THE NOVEL?”  Because damn right I’ll do that.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Bahorel and Bahorel's Laughing Mistress: the Cold War Spy AU.</blockquote>

<blockquote>One afternoon, Matthew announces that a strange new family has bought the Pritchett farm.</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>

➤ 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>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>This fic contains Old Men and squirrels. ...nope, that's basically it. That's the fic. Old men and squirrels.</blockquote>

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

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

<blockquote>tears, sweat, or the sea</blockquote>

<blockquote>pilferingapples asked: OH SOMEONE'S FEELING FICCY OKAY THEN XD #7 Jehan/Bahorel, BUT Actual Romantic, IF YOU CAN. Social Havoc Makeouts, yo. char-throws gauntletchar-</blockquote> ➤ also: the art pilf drew based on this fic: http://pilferingapples.tumblr.com/post/62154204784

<blockquote>“What makes you like a person?” Jehan asked one evening.   They were at one of Jehan’s favorite shabby artistic cafés, and there had been nothing in their prior conversation to lead to this topic. “A willingness to defy the stultifying convention that one should only raise a subject when it is pertinent,” Bahorel said. Jehan took a moment to understand him, and then blushed rather charmingly, his dark face suffused with violet. “I…oh, curse you, Bahorel, you know what I mean, don’t tease me. I was asking you in earnest.” Bahorel grinned. “A person may tease, and yet be in earnest.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>“He is so serious,” Joly said, making a face, as if he were diagnosing Courfeyrac’s new friend with a life-threatening ailment.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Combeferre sighed, and Feuilly smiled politely, but Enjolras remained impassive. This annoyed Courfeyrac. To goad Enjolras, with a well-placed pun, into a display of temper, was always a pleasure; to win a smile from him was a small but thrilling conquest, a prize that Courfeyrac could quietly clutch to his heart and gloat over for weeks afterwards. But to be ignored! That was an insult of the most insufferable variety, and Courfeyrac resolved not to brook it for one instant longer. He would make Enjolras laugh—or shout—or pay him some sort of tribute, this evening, or he would go home a failure.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Written for the anon for the Tumblr meme "tell me about a story I haven't written" who prompted "Remember the one where Cosette goes to visit her father and meets his boyfriend Montparnasse?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Javert and Fraternité are stuck on escort duty.</blockquote> ➤in which Javert and Valjean are dragons, and Cosette is not

<blockquote>all of Jehan’s outfits of course raise the question of WHERE DOES HE FIND THESE, and looking at those sleeves I fear the answer is HE HAS THEM MADE. ON PURPOSE.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Late one summer night, Father Madeleine and Father Fauchelevent share the season's first melon and a few words to go with it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Face squirrel Seine rescue. I don't know what else to say.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Bossuet, having no fixed abode, ends up troubling Bahorel in the middle of the night.</blockquote>

<blockquote>a drabble where Marius fails at curling his hair and Courfeyrac gets so infuriated he just does it for him, with or without his permission.</blockquote>