LINKDING

<blockquote>A Les Miserables/Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell crossover. It's not only England that has rediscovered magic. Courfeyrac convinces his friends to look to a different kind of ally in their fight to free the French people-- and French magic.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For the merrymisfest exchange. Bahorel, Jehn, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Enjolras take a road trip from Paris to Orleans to Lyons.</blockquote> ➤ canon-era road trip!

<blockquote>Joly is mystified by Combeferre's timetable. How does a fellow medical student have time to study everything Combeferre does?</blockquote>

<blockquote>For Olian, who requested Combeferre/ Enjolras and science nerdery. Euclid's "Elements" begin with statements of equality-- and it is only when equality has been established that progress can be made. Enjolras learns from Combeferre and Combeferre from Enjolras, until they achieve a balance.</blockquote> ➤ labeled slash, can be read as gen

<blockquote>For Mamzellecombeferre. Not... quite what you asked for, but I hope you don't mind. Brought to you by the fact that corpses were apparently 10 francs a pop at the Hotel Dieu. WHAT A DEAL.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A chance encounter on the Mare Cogitum.</blockquote> ➤ the latest in the lunar base au

<blockquote>Let us take a moment to discuss French magic. For several centuries it was thought such a thing did not exist, but that was only because it is nearly invisible. French magic is in essence Parisian magic. Parisian magic is panache. What turns a gamin’s crust of bread into a feast? What makes the flower in a seamstress’s hair more radiant than the diamonds on a queen’s neck? What opens the locked door of a lady’s chamber to the gentleman thief? Magic, only, no one notices it. Paris looks at the exceptional, the superlative, the truly unusual and the genuinely supernatural, shrugs her shoulders and says “Yes – that’s me!” Only when the English magicians you have heard of became notorious did France lift its head to pay attention; and Bonaparte, though in every other way a genius, did not have any sense of magic. He had no use for anything that could not be known, and French magic is most of all in those four words: je ne sais quoi. That was in 1815. In 1831 France was in a prosaic mood with a prosaic king, and magic was being studied at the Ecole Polytechnique, which is to say, leaking out of the city. These are the circumstances in which Courfeyrac and Marius went to see Combeferre.</blockquote> ➤ somewhat uneven but on the whole delightful

<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>Enjolras sighed, and tugged at the lacy hem of the apron with two fingers, as if it was some strange foreign object from which he feared contamination. “This costume will not fool anyone. I did grow up in the country,” he said. “I know what a milkmaid looks like. It’s nothing like this.”</blockquote> ➤ with art by nisie

<blockquote>For my Sharing A Bed square in Trope Bingo Round 3. In honor of the Glorious 25th of May, have Monstrous Regiment Amis! ;)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Enjolras, Combeferre and the Amis face the dying of the light. Combeferre must keep a secret that changes everything and nothing.</blockquote> ➤ the one where Enjolras is dying of tuberculosis

<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>Four scenes from after the revolution succeeds.</blockquote>

<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>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>

<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>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>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>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

<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

<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>Elsane's notes on her delightful collection of Les Mis ficlets include the comment, "sadly each chapter is a separate ficlet and AO3 won't let me sort the tags by chapter, so although the tags may vaguely suggest an epic adventure where Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Feuilly embark on a steampunk type voyage to the bottom of the sea told entirely in Hugolian pastiche, that story is alas not contained within this work. You cannot be more disappointed about this than I am." So obviously I had to write that.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Courfeyrac pouts about writing to his parents and goes to Enjolras and Combeferre for sympathy.</blockquote>

<blockquote>During a quiet moment at the barricade, Combeferre and Valjean have a talk.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the chaos of battle, two great minds attempt to share a few seconds of clarity.</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is it, my first ever fic. Written for Les Mis Across History, set in the Western front of World War I, also a kind of “apology” for sending the E/C zeppelin into angst-land.</blockquote> ➤ the Christmas Truce of 1914

<blockquote>For the kinkmeme, prompt is: "Combeferre/René Laennec - Because, hey, it's totally plausible that 19/20-year-old Combeferre could've studied at Collège de France under this professor, right?" RIGHT. In execution: Combeferre's friends piss him off and he almost explores other options, but then doesn't.</blockquote> ➤ or: <blockquote>#René Laennec invented the stethoscope #Combeferre invented accidentally almost sleeping with guest lecturers</blockquote>

<blockquote>AU, 1794. Enjolras and Combeferre, trying to navigate the turmoil of the French Revolution side-by-side, find themselves struggling to reconcile their views of the Terror. Any misstep in such a time could be fatal, and each feels the strain of conflicting ideas on their friendship.   "I do not want you to become one of those innocents who, despite the best efforts of the terror to remain just, are considered counterrevolutionary and pay the price.” Combeferre met his eyes. “Yet if my death is one of those which would bring about the future of the Republic?”</blockquote>