LINKDING

<blockquote>Five times Marius Pontmercy failed to seize the opportunity, and one time opportunity seized him.</blockquote> ➤ Amazing, A+ Pontmercying

<blockquote>After Javert is assigned to discover a blackmailer within a public-house that caters to men who prefer other men, Valjean is unexpectedly drawn into the case. Together they must stop the blackmailer before any lives can be ruined...including their own.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He's sitting in a car with all of his belongings in the back seat and his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, admitting to himself that a stupid, dizzy firework of a one-night-stand with a man he'd barely known is one of the only bright memories he has right now. [In which Enjolras and Grantaire make some music, make some terrible decisions, and make a habit out of doing everything in the wrong order.]</blockquote> ➤ the grantaire-pov remix of The People Sing by littledust

➤ art video with emphasis on Javert's long hair

<blockquote>this is the AU where Valjean learned computers in prison, became one of the first silicon valley millionaires while still on parole, got sick and tired of all the media coverage about 'inspiring excon made good', sold his company to Yahoo and moved to a small town somewhere in America to raise his adopted granddaughter while her mother finished the fieldwork for a PhD, and he met Javert the local cop and promptly started turning his entire world upside-down. Enjoy.</blockquote> ➤ I particularly like the second chapter

Prompt:<blockquote>Valjean is overwhelmed with gratitude to the bishop for his forgiveness, stays on as his gardener and accidentally develops feelings that fill both of them with terrible guilt</blockquote>

<blockquote>That night on the parapet, Valjean forces Javert to live. Some time later, Javert finds himself returning the favor.  "Do you think," Javert said slowly, in a tone that perhaps meant to mock but trembled with another emotion entirely, "that once you have saved a life, you must also save that man's soul?" "I know nothing of saving souls," Valjean said. "My soul was bought for God, not saved. But it is my belief that you are better than the fate to which you have consigned yourself."</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which, all timelines to the contrary, a young Parisian thief and knife-murderer meets a Veronese nobleman in a dark alley, and there is UST and vague hints of knifeplay. (Operettszínház Tybalt as usual.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Marius Pontmercy is accused of attempted murder, it's up to Jean Valjean to prove the young man's innocence. To do so, however, he will have to confront his past as well as the man prosecuting the case, Javert.</blockquote>

<blockquote>On the way back from a less than satisfactory trip to the Hyacinthe Club, Bahorel is accosted by some thieves--and aided by a mysterious, and much more satisfactory, stranger.</blockquote> ➤ what a good

<blockquote>> enter the Mairie You see M. le Maire sitting at his desk. He is wearing a green coat. He is very attractive. > wait to be noticed M. le Maire ignores you.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"If ever I were to discover firsthand what it is to lie with another man, by God, Combeferre, I would not have it be by rape in some squalid prison cell." Enjolras spends a night in La Force, and comes out of it with a rather unusual request for one of his trusted lieutenants.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Rav Enjolras said in the name of Lamarque: "They will come one and all, they will come when we call." Had it only been "they will come", one might think it means that they will come when it pleases them. But "one and all" means they will all come. Is it possible that all can agree on a proper time? No, therefore, "they will come when we call." Is it possible for one man to force the participation of all? There is not a power on Earth to achieve this! But there is in Heaven. Therefore, "they will come one and all, they will come when we call" means there is a requirement for everyone to build a barricade.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In 1830, Prouvaire awakens to violence, and to the peculiar notion of being happy.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"This man belongs to you," Enjolras said. "That’s…..not really what I meant," Valjean said.</blockquote> ➤ I wish this fic was a million words

<blockquote>"In the little cobblestoned passage of the Rue Mondétour, under the high awning of a house and a lantern-arm's iron lacework, for some time now a ghost had lived." Or: in which everyone is a ghost, and there are many snails, as well as a certain amount of spiritual progress.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Prouvaire proves to be the worst Greek teacher in the world, and Feuilly as a student is equally challenging-- but in spite of this, they find themselves exploring the ambiguities of love, in addition to the question of how to keep plants from dying.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Given that Prouvaire had died in a bloody revolt, Valjean very reasonably did not expect to see him again.</blockquote> ➤ from the author's tumblr: <blockquote>For vouksen, with hate and despair— who a few weeks ago wanted more Valjean/Prouvaire. I told her that the only way I could imagine it happening, for Valjean reasons, was after the barricade. Horrifyingly, this did not prove an insurmountable obstacle. So here is a sequel to Saints and Martyrs, which takes place post-barricade and features (this is your warning) old man porn of a Valjean/Prouvaire ghostsex variety. Please know that every conceivable logistical question you want to ask has already crossed my mind and there are no answers. The working title of this story is “Exit, Pursued by Prouvaire.”</blockquote> ➤ or: further adventures of the corpse flower.

Summary (from author's tumblr post): <blockquote>This is like 3000 words of Valjean/Prouvaire that is a little more troubled/troubling than what you originally asked for, though ultimately happy. It contains SEX and AN OLD MAN and AN OLD MAN HAVING SEX so there is that. Also a briefly graphic description of a dissection. Also a corpse flower (yes, again) even this is not really the same universe as the corpse flower story.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Combeferre gives Prouvaire a corpse flower. Courfeyrac and Grantaire are... amazed... by it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I can want to spend my life serving someone and not want to have sex with them," Grantaire says. "I am capable of that. My submission is capable of that."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Grantaire's life has a pattern: he pays his respects to Aphrodite, he goes to work, he loves Enjolras and provokes him because he can't bring himself to do otherwise. That seems unlikely to change, at least until Enjolras speaks out against the gods and ends up cursed. Grantaire does his best to help him, but it turns out it's just as hard to love Enjolras up close as it is from afar.</blockquote> ➤ I found the worldbuilding stuff interesting for this one.

<blockquote>There are certain truths that are universal, though Javert has to learn that they are not quite what he thought. And so, when Valjean stops him from jumping, he finds that his life must be built anew.</blockquote> ➤ (...I will not lie, my fave part of this fic is the subplot about Montparnasse. I just find him so interesting! The other stuff is good too though.)

➤ storyboard of hair appreciation and feelings ➤ ("set during the M-sur-M time period, when Javert is still unaware of who Monsieur Madeleine is, so warning for all that implies")

<blockquote>Courfeyrac elects to make Marius his fake boyfriend to needle Grantaire, who, needled, must be borne by Prouvaire. Marius finds life imitating joke.</blockquote> ➤ Absolutely amazing in that "too many allusions to things I don't know" hugolian way.

<blockquote>Prouvaire's days are filled with Romanticism and politics Grantaire's days are filled with trying not to hate himself too much occasionally they bang</blockquote>

<blockquote>One bleak winter's night at the convent M. Madeleine invites Fauchelevent to share his bed to stave off the cold. The night does not progress as he might have thought.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There was a certain tradition among the Parisian police to welcome newcomers to the force, one that was not spoken of in polite company. / “Immorality sanctified by tradition is still immorality.” ― Bernard E. Rollin</blockquote> ➤ sex initiation

<blockquote>Montparnasse attends the 1838 premiere of Hector Berlioz's Benvenuto Cellini, at which two things happen: a riot breaks out and he encounters an old friend. These are not entirely disconnected occurences.</blockquote>

<blockquote>You think you know someone, and then you discover what they have hidden in their bedrooms.</blockquote> ➤ nonsexual kink, people being friends with their friends, lovely and not a stressful fic at all