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nortism · 3 months

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Nor's Les Mis Fic Recommendations

I've been scouring les mis ao3 for a few months now so here are my fav fics I've found. I've tried my best to tag tumblrs where I can but let me know if you are the author of any of these and I'll tag you!

Three Days (or The One Where Javert and Valjean Take a Road Trip Through France and Raise a Child) by zamwessel

Rating: E

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean

Summary:

Javert calls what he thinks is Valjean's bluff about needing three days to find the child Cosette and intercede for her. The Inspector comes along for the ride -- and gets much more than he bargained for, in the process.

Notes: First Les Mis fic I ever read and its an absolute banger. It's pretty much exactly what it says on the tin and I'm a sucker for a kid fic so I absolutely adored it.

A Change of Bizarre Kind by M_Moonshade

Rating: E

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean

Summary:

Six months ago, Doctor Henry Jekyll sought to escape the dramatics of London by coming to M-sur-M. Tonight his murderer pays a visit to the Mayor Madeline. (Being the Curious Case of Inspector Javert and Mister Hyde)

Notes: Criminally underrated. Jekyll and Hyde AU but I went in knowing very little about that book and I could understand what was going on. Each chapter contains bits from the past and present day until the timelines eventually add up which makes the main mystery all the more compelling. Also Fantine is alive and well which is always nice.

Our Souls Still in Fetters by Cinaed

Rating: E

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean

Summary:

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.

Notes: This author has so many great Valvert fics but this one is probably my favourite. There's the classic "undercover as a couple" trope as well as old timey gay bars. Also a huge fan of how this author portrays Cosette and Valjean's relationship.

In Defiance of all Geometry by idiopathicsmile

Rating: T

Ships: Combeferre/Enjolras/Grantaire

Summary:

Amis House might not be the biggest student co-op, or the fanciest, but it's got something all its own. Specifically, smoke damage on the kitchen ceiling from that time Courfeyrac lit a political pamphlet on fire. In which there are secrets, pining, pancakes, and revelations, and sometimes the shortest distance between three points is not a triangle but a circle.

Notes: I love a good poly fic and this is one of the best. Also just a generally fun and wholesome friendship fic. Definitely a nice comforting read after all the old man angst I've got on here.

Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight) by Need_To_Comment_Rising (@aromantic-enjolras)

Rating: T

Ships: Courfeyrac/Enjolras, Combeferre/Courfeyrac (Its complicated)

Summary:

Enjolras takes a swig of his drink with everyone else, and then smirks at Courfeyrac over the rim of his glass. "You didn't seem to mind much me being bossy yesterday night when I had you in my bed..." At his side, Grantaire chokes on his drink and starts coughing. But how did we get here, you might ask? Well, let’s rewind. ------- Enjolras and Courfeyrac have had a friends with benefits arrangement for a while. But when Coureyrac starts dating Combeferre, Enjolras is left with the question of where he fits in the new status quo...

Notes: Another poly fic with aromantic!Enjolras. I love fics with unconventional relationship dynamics as well as people actually communciating with each other (though not before there's been some hijinks ofc). Criminally underrated.

How Marius (Painstakingly) Won the Hand of Mlle. Fauchelevent by writingsyrup (@syrupsyche)

Rating: G

Ships: Cosette/Marius

Summary:

When setting out to woo his beloved Cosette, Marius had never imagined that it would bring him to this: sitting at a dining table next to her grim-faced father, and staring at the marble that was Enjolras picking at his peas. Or; Enjolras and Cosette are siblings in 19th century France. Marius has to deal with the consequences of this.

Notes: Probably the best Marius characterisation I've ever read, he's just so awkward and weird bless him. I love a good awkward "meeting the parents" and this filled that hole in my heart. Is part of a wider series but can be read as a standalone.

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit by Apathy and saltedpin

Rating: M

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean, Cosette/Marius Pontmercy

Summary:

Valjean's panting breath does not belong to him. He scrambles out of the bed and stumbles on too-light feet to the mirror in the corner, although he already knows what he will see. Peering back at him from behind a curtain of dark hair, wide-eyed, is Éponine Thénardier. Jean Valjean awakens one morning from uneasy dreams to find that something quite unexpected has happened during the night.

Notes: Cosette and Javert get bodyswapped and Marius is weirdly into it, if that's not enough to convince you to read this fic then idk how to help you. Not normally a huge body swap fan but this was absolutely hilarious as well as having some genuinely sweet moments. Also Theodule is there which means something to some people.

It's Not the Same Anymore by ShameDumpster (@shamedumpster)

Rating: T

Ships: Enjolras/Grantaire

Summary:

Grantaire is a bookstore clerk in his late twenties, and to everyone’s eternal disbelief, a father. It’s been years since he’s seen anyone from his former group of friends, after a falling out cleaved him from the ABC, but everything changes when Enjolras walks into his bookstore. Can they rekindle their friendship, or something more, while they both come to terms with how their lives have changed over the past decade?

Notes: SO SO GOODDD!! Top tier slowburn kid fic, I could wax poetic about it for days. Had me gripped from start to finish.

Acts of Mercy by cruisedirector and Dementordelta

Rating: M

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean

Summary:

After witnessing and reporting a murder, Javert is dismissed from the police and takes a job protecting the women in a brothel, where many of his long-held ideas about justice are challenged.

Notes: Breaking, man from the 1800s finds out that life for women is hard. Such a solid redemption arc fic with some really memorable ocs.

Lynx's Claws and Wolf's Mane by Kaleran

Rating: T

Ships: None

Summary:

When he is older, when he is a prison guard, he thinks back to his childhood and realizes he had been considerably fortunate. "Prison is no place for a girl like you," his mother told him often, usually fussing with what rags they could use for clothing. "Forgive me for this, draga mea." And so, instead of a daughter, she pretended to have a son.

Notes: Completely canon compliant except Javert is trans and the impact that has on the story really adds an extra layer to his character that I find really compelling. Warning, it is very depressing bc canon.

#les mis #les misérables #fic reccomendations #fanfic reccomendation #les mis fanfic #valvert #enjoltaire #marisette #mine

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cliozaur · 3 months

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When you run out of your canon-era fanfics, you start looking for AUs and crossovers. And it’s such an enormous topic to discuss! I would like to start with some recs (we're talking Valvert fanfics, of course). Some authors are just so good and creative when it comes to AUs.

A Change of a Bizarre Kind by M_Moonshade (set in MsM) – I will never shut up about it! It’s a crossover of Les Mis and Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It’s written amazingly well and has a non-linear narrative. Javert fighting for control and losing it is breathtaking. One of my favourite fanfic Javerts! Caring and overprotective Valjean is what most of us love. Fantine survives and is the only reasonable person around those two. And they have adventures! Dr. Jekyll is, of course, a perfect villain! One of my favourite Valvert fanfics.

What Sort of Devil also by M_Moonshade (set in Paris). This time Valjean is a vampire, self-sacrificing and caring. Javert is exercising and excelling in self-deception. They have even more adventures, and this time Thénardier is the villain. The author’s style is, as always, excellent, and the author’s comments are hilarious.

The next three fics took me time to dare to read. AUs and descriptions can make you dumbstruck, but they turned out to be excellent pieces: well-written, thoroughly thought out. The AUs are well-designed, logical, and well-explained. Javert and Valjean both have recognizable characters, excellent at teasing each other. Their dialogues are highly entertaining and amusing. These fics are good from the point of view of historical details – if the author decides to be anachronistic, it’s for a reason, and it’s explained.

Guard’s Law, Con’s Heart by Xythia (set in Toulon, but it’s 1823). To be honest, I only risked reading it because of Toulon. It’s described as a BDSM universe, which initially did not inspire me. But I gave it a chance and never regretted it. This universe has its rules, and they are not what you expect. They influence social structure and traditions, and it’s all explained and well-used for the plot. Something bad starts happening at the beginning, but Javert arrives on time to stop and prevent it. He takes responsibilities he himself did not expect. Then Javert and Valjean interact and communicate with each other, and it’s such a pleasure and entertainment to follow their exchanges! And I usually do not appreciate OCs, but here I enjoyed them.

Winter Wolf also by Xythia (set in MsM). I already knew what to expect from the author, so even the obscure AU of Sentinels and Guides did not stop me. I had never heard of this AU, but it was not difficult to figure out what it is. A bit slow at the beginning, but then it gets excellent. Signature dialogues, development of relationships, adventures. And one of the best young Cosettes ever written. She is really an amazing little creature.

Eggy series also by Xythia (set in Toulon, and it’s again 1823). This time, one of them (Valjean) is a dragon-shapeshifter. But even as a dragon, he is unmistakably recognizable as Valjean. The world of people and dragons has its history and rules, and they are very well explained. Signature dialogues, good OCs. It really may sound strange as an AU, but it’s worth reading.

#valvert #valvert fanfics #recs #javert #jean valjean #cosette

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cemeteryangel725 · 8 months

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Beyond the Barricade: A Good Omens theater kids AU by CemeteryAngel725

Special thanks to FourCatsAndCounting for the amazing cover art!

Summary:

Az Eastgate and AJ Crowley have been best friends and roommates since freshman year, when they met playing minor gangsters in their university theater company's production of Guys and Dolls. Az has been in love with AJ ever since, but he's never quite worked up the courage to tell him. Now it's senior year, and they've been cast as Marius and Enjolras in Les Miserables. Will Az finally work up the courage to tell AJ how he feels? Or will they graduate from college and go their separate ways?

Rated E, 29,853 words (complete work!)

Excerpt:

“So, you and me, leading the revolution?” AJ's amber eyes sparkled in the dim light. “What a way to finish out senior year.”

“I know, it's so exciting.” Az let his head tip back against AJ's arm. If AJ was going to let him get this close, he might as well enjoy it.

“I mean, actually, I'm the one leading the revolution. One look at a pretty face, and whoops! Off you go, leaving me behind.”

“But I come back! I'm there when the barricade falls, after all.”

“Only because you think Cosette left your sorry ass. Me and the revolution, your rebound relationship. Or your suicide mission.”

Az sighed. “Hard to believe Marius could look at anyone else with Enjolras onstage. You're going to do him justice, my dear. Marius is dull as dishwater by comparison.”

“Nah, Marius is a romantic. He's quiet, but he has all these beautiful lines to sing, almost as if he's been sitting around thinking them up, waiting to say them to someone. He sort of reminds me of you, actually. You and your head full of poetry.”

Az turned to look at AJ, and was a little shocked at how close their faces had gotten to each other. They locked eyes for a moment, and then AJ's gaze slid down to his lips.

Read more on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53335615/chapters/134984179

Premiering during the @goodomensafterdark Smut War!

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #les mis #les miserables #ineffable smut war #good omens fic recs

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wanderinghedgehog · 7 months

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I’m watching this German production of Les Mis (I do not speak nearly enough German to be able to translate) and I think I really like it, so I’ll write down some of my thoughts so far. I’m about halfway through. I’ll watch the rest tomorrow. Anyway, my thoughts on this production in mostly chronological order:

I like this set. The extra staircases and platforms make for interesting visuals.

This Valjean was kinda funny. I don’t think there was anything wrong with his voice, but the high notes sounded strange to me. I like his acting though. He also kinda looks like a magician for some reason.

Fantine! My favorite lady, Fantine! This actress was pretty good I think, but I always love Fantine, so I might not be the best judge.

Have I ever mentioned that I dislike Lovely Ladies? I just don’t like it as a song. That has very little to do with this particular production though.

Some of these ensemble members are doing the most and I love them for it.

I have so many thoughts on this Javert (of course I do). He looks like a mad scientist, he’s kinda bitchy, at some point he wears a really tall hat, his facial expressions are fantastic, he gave one of the best performances of Stars I’ve ever seen. Truly a magnificent performance, but I just can’t quite get past the mad scientist thing.

They didn’t switch the set during Who Am I, so Valjean is just singing the final verse to no one. He then proceeds to SEND A LETTER TO JAVERT?!?!?! This is what leads to the confrontation.

Valjean looked especially magician-y when he met little Cosette.

I think they did a pretty good job with Les Amis in this, but I’m not an expert like some of y’all. They all felt like distinct characters which was nice. I loved this Enjolras.

Eponine! When I first got a clear look at her face, I paused the video because she was so pretty. I love her voice too, especially in Heart Full of Love.

This Cosette is adorable but her voice is so strikingly classical, it’s a little funny.

Marius is alright so far. Not much to say about him.

#definitely watching the second half tomorrow #this is so fun #les mis #les miserables #musicals

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headfulloflettuce · 2 months

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The Human Who Fooled All of Prythian

14. Petty Coins

Cosette’s knees gave out once she stepped through the massive portcullis. Ophelia quickly caught her, keeping her upright.

“You did amazing.” she smiled, leading Cosette to the side of the street.

“Thanks…I am sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“No, no. You did the right thing. I let him get to me and it almost cost us.” Ophelia felt ashamed. She was good at haggling, at debating and handling people; to have messed up so easily…it was pathetic.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself.” Cosette smiled, “Anyone would get offended if someone began insulting their race.”

Ophelia shook her head, “I’ve lived for at least a century. I should have gotten used to it by now.”

Cosette’s expression hardened, “No one. I repeat, no one should ever have to get used to being abused or looked down upon just because of who you were born as.”

Ophelia smiled, gently ruffling her hair.

The capital was more than anything Cosette had dreamed of during their journey. The city was full of warmth and bright lights despite the harsh cold. Large fire pits were placed near half-timbered buildings along the streets where people could warm themselves before continuing their walk. Looking up, Cosette could see the Winter Court palace in the distance; its cold beauty supported by the large towers and side palaces surrounding it.

“Oh my Mother Cosette, look!” Ophelia suddenly dragged Cosette over to a small shop where little polar bear cookies and pastries were on display.

“They're quite adorable.” Cosette smiled.

And very much not worth the price.

“Oh and look! Little chocolate rabbits! I always wanted to see these!”

Not eat? Just see?

Cosette listened to Ophelia’s ramblings about the sweets of Winter Court, following along as her companion led her from window to window.

“I heard this place has the most delicious cookies! Oh and this one has the best eclairs!”

“Where did you hear all this from?”

“My partner.”

“Ah.” Cosette frowned, “Did you two ever meet up in Winter Court?”

Ophelia shook her head, “No, due to my mother’s possessive nature it was easier for us to meet in Autumn, or on the outskirts.”

“I see.”

The two of them walked deeper into the city, obviously out of place with their mesmerized stares. Cosette was so absorbed in her surroundings, she temporarily forgot about the cold.

“Over there!” Ophelia exclaimed, pointing to a building, where a sign stating ‘Forrest’s Inn’ in large cursive letters hung above the entrance. The two of them quickly crossed the street, making their way over.

Cosette was visibly shaking from the cold as they entered the inn Aquilo recommended.

“We really need to get you a warmer cloak.” Ophelia pulled off her own, wrapping it around Cosette, “Your lips have turned blue.”

“Is…this abnormal?” Cosette shivered just looking at some of the faes wearing thin cloaks or only one layer of furs.

“Not really.” Ophelia shook her head, “It just depends on how powerful you are as a fae and what your affinity is. The stronger the faerie the easier they'll handle a temperature that works well with their powers. I, as a fae from Autumn, can handle the cold better than most, although not as well as a Winter fae.” she leaned in, whispering into Cosette’s ear, “You’re human so you can’t handle such extreme temperatures, however since you’re pretending to be a Lesser fae immigrant it shouldn’t be questioned too much.”

Cosette nodded, her teeth chattering.

“I'll go check us in.” Ophelia gestured towards the fireplace, “You go warm up.”

Cosette shuffled over to the warmth, nearly toppling into the fireplace as she sat down.

A burly man who was sitting behind the counter, looked up as Ophelia approached him, setting some papers aside to give her his full attention.

Cosette stared at the flames, their beauty and comfort intoxicating, yet dangerous.

‘Sir, please, I am begging you-’

‘Beg? Oh human, begging won’t save you now. You committed an unforgivable sin, and yet I am willing to let you go with a minimal punishment. You should be worshiping me.’

She shivered. Although Eris had never used his flames on her, Beron had been less lenient. She remembered her tears, her pleading, the emotionless expression Eris wore, and the horrified eyes of the Lady of Autumn.

All because she served Beron the tea Eris had ordered her to make in the first place. All because it wasn’t up to his precious taste buds’ standards.

All because a human made it.

Cosette jumped, spinning around as a blanket was placed on her back.

“Oh, hello.” A fae woman smiled at her.

Wow, Winter fae could do that?

The fae looked like Snow White. Her hair was dark like charcoal, accompanied by perfect rose tinted cheeks.

“I didn't mean to startle you, your friend mentioned you were cold.” The woman leaned in slightly, pausing as she smelt the unpleasant odor coming from Cosette. However, she made no comment, maintaining her smile.

Cosette glanced back at Ophelia who was still chatting with the man behind the counter. It sounded like they were still negotiating their accommodations.

“That's Forrest, my husband. I am Blanche, what's your name?”

“Cosette.”

“Would you like some hot chocolate?”

Cosette paused, “How much for it?”

The woman stared at her, laughing gently, “A good question to ask, but it's free.”

Cosette gazed at her suspiciously,

“It’s included in the price of staying at the inn.” Blanche coaxed.

Cosette conceded.

“Perfect. Here you go then love.” she carefully placed a mug into her hands, Ophelia walking over to them.

“Are you feeling better Cosette?”

“Yeah.” Cosette nodded, sipping the hot chocolate. It was the perfect kind, rich in flavor, yet thick in texture, “Thank you for the hot chocolate, it’s good.”

Blanche smiled,

“Can I have some?” Ophelia asked tentatively.

“Of course.” Blanche beamed, disappearing into a corridor to the side of the front desk.

Ophelia sat next to Cosette, watching the flames as well.

“Here you go love.” Blanche soon returned carrying another mug.

“Thank you!” Ophelia took the hot chocolate, savoring its taste.

“So, where did you two come from? You don’t look like you’re from around here.” Banche asked.

“We came here from the outskirts.” Ophelia replied, slurping the hot chocolate slightly.

“Well, I do hope the city is living up to your expectations.”

“That and more.” Cosette said softly, “Are you and your husband from here?”

Blanche nodded, “We both grew up in the city, though our relatives live on the outskirts. The two of us met in one of the bars.” she laughed, “We played poker and both lost to some guy. Since then we have worked together as business partners.” Blanche gazed fondly at Forrest who was helping another customer.

Ophelia smiled, “Why did you two decide to start an inn?”

“He was the one who wanted to start one, I was against it actually. Though, everything worked out in the end. Business is doing well so I can't complain.”

Huh, yet he doesn’t seem too excited to talk to people.

“Well, I do hope you two enjoy your stay here.” Blanche stood up, “Please put your mugs into the bin in the corner once you’re done.”

“Will do ma’am!” Ophelia chugged her drink, Cosette slowly sipping hers.

Cosette followed Ophelia up to their room.

“Oh Mother! Cosette, they have a bath! An actual bath!!” Ophelia cried from happiness, grabbing a towel, “I call dibs first!”

Cosette smiled as Ophelia ran into the bathroom, shutting the door. Her sounds of happiness could still be heard from outside.

How little it took to make her happy.

The room was quite nice compared to the first ever inn the two of them stayed at. The walls and furniture were well kept. Rugs were placed perfectly in front of the bed and under the table next to the window. Cosette looked at the bed longingly but shook her head, giving her face a small slap.

I have work to do.

Turning on her heels she left, walking back downstairs. Some faes were hanging out by the fireplace, chatting casually. She approached the counter, where Forrest was looking over paperwork.

“Excuse me?”

He looked up, unlike his wife he didn't smile, his expression remaining neutral.

“Do you know where the nearest antique shop is?”

“Antique shop?”

“Yeah, a place that can appraise items and is willing to exchange money for it.”

Forrest nodded, “There is one down the street to the left.”

“Any others besides that one?”

“Yeah, there are. Another good one is in the opposite direction to the right. There is also one adjacent to the Frozen Boulevard and one directly on Blizzard Street.”

How much are they paying the fae naming these streets?

“Okay, thank you.”

Cosette turned to leave but paused hearing Forrest call her back.

“Wait just a minute.”

Oh fuck, did he notice I was human? Does he know we ran from Autumn? Is he going to report us to the authorities? Did I just break some sort of secret fae law?

“Yes?” She tried to make her voice sound confident but it still shook.

He pulled out a cloak from the back of his desk, “Here, you looked cold when you came in. Don't want you freezing out there.”

“How much?” She asked, not taking it.

“Nothing.” He grunted, turning back to his work, leaving the cloak on the counter as she didn't take it, “Just bring it back in one piece.”

Cosette nodded, taking the cloak and put it on.

Maybe that's why that captain recommended this inn, they certainly seemed much more welcoming than other Winter fae.

Cosette stepped back out into the hustle and bustle of the city. Walking quickly through the streets she followed the inn keeper's instructions, making her way over to the first antique shop on her list, sticking close to the fires maintained by establishments.

Cosette walked inside the appraisal place, a determined expression on her face. During their journey she had begun gauging how much everything costs, from food to housing. However, she expected those prices to rise in the capital, especially considering the economic crisis.

She had to make the most of this, to maximize their possibilities in the city. Cosette confidently walked past all the display cases, and up to the counter where an old fae was looking at some emerald rings.

“Hello.” Cosette kept her face clear of emotions, “I am here to sell some jewelry.”

“Hm…” the fae looked her up and down, “What do you have to sell?”

“This.” Cosette pulled out a necklace, the same one she had been accused of stealing.

Guess it was true now wasn't it?

Cosette felt a bit bad for stealing it, but she couldn't help being petty.

Was it really terrible to want a little revenge?

The fae’s eyes widened as he examined the necklace. He quickly schooled his expression to be more calm, “I can give you two hundred gold.”

“I think this is worth more.”

At least based on your reaction.

“I am willing to go up to three hundred.”

Cosette crossed her arms, Ophelia always did it while haggling, so it seemed appropriate.

“Four hundred and fifty!”

Cosette grabbed the locket, turning towards the door.

“Wait, wait! Five hundred and fifty! Seven hundred!”

Cosette turned the doorknob

“One thousand is my final offer!”

Cosette stared down at the necklace with a slightly perplexed expression.

What was so special about you anyways?

She smiled though, walking back over to the counter, handing the necklace over. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Yeah, yeah. “ The old fae handed her the promised coins, only being allowed to take the necklace after Cosette counted to make sure everything was in proper order.

Perhaps I should have kept it considering how his eyes gleamed when he held it, but I didn’t want to be involved with a potentially valuable artifact. The faster I got rid of it the better, besides, me and Ophelia needed the money.

Cosette went from place to place, selling the little trinkets she had stolen, the money pouch steadily growing heavier. She kept it hidden under her cloak, finding herself enjoying the bustle of the city.

It felt just like home.

Even though the coldness of winter faes was obvious, as strangers didn’t greet each other, and everyone walked with purpose, one could see friends happily chatting and drinking. Families shopping in stores. Partners sharing a romantic meal in a restaurant.

Cosette’s eyes fell on the little polar bear cookies and rabbit shaped chocolates she saw earlier with Ophelia. The price was certainly not cheap, but she thought about all the money she had in her pouch at the moment.

It was worth it.

It was late evening when Cosette returned to the inn. Despite the time the streets were still full of fae rushing to places. Though shops had mostly closed, late cafés and restaurants were brimming with life.

Cosette shook off the snow before walking inside.

“You’re back early.” Forrest stood up from his chair behind the counter, “Did you find everything you needed to?”

“Haha, I lost track of time.” she nodded sheepishly, “Yeah, my trip was successful.”

“I am glad to hear it. We had dinner, if you want some there’s still some food in the kitchen, just ask Blanche for it.”

“Thank you sir.” Cosette gave a small bow, much to the surprise of the innkeeper as she walked back upstairs to her and Ophelia’s room.

Old habits die hard.

The moment Cosette stepped inside the room she almost fell over.

“Cosette!” a flurry of hazel tackled her in an embrace.

“Ophe-”

“I was so worried!”

“I am sorry about that.” Cosette hugged back hesitantly.

“Where were you? You didn't leave a note!” Ophelia pulled away, checking Cosette for injuries.

“I went out to sell some of the jewelry I stole.”

Ophelia’s eyes narrowed, “Cosette that is very dangerous. What if an Autumn fae traces it back to here?”

“I sold all of them at various locations, which should prevent that from being as big of an issue.” Cosette walked over to the desk, pulling out the pouch of money.

Ophelia’s eyes widened, looking at its size, “How much?”

“In total I managed to get 1000 gold and 500 silvers.”

Ophelia’s mouth dropped, “That’s a lot…how much did you steal?”

“A lot clearly.” Cosette smiled, choosing to ignore the pendant that sold for a fortune, “I should have minimal problems opening a business now with such a down payment. By the way, I have a surprise for you.”

Ophelia squealed as Cosette took out a small box of the sweets the fae had been eyeing earlier.

“Oh my gosh, Cosette, you didn’t have to.” Ophelia took the box from her carefully, as if it were the most precious thing in all of Prythian.

“I didn’t, but I wanted to. You deserve to eat them, and not just see them, Ophelia.” Cosette smiled,

“Oh…” Ophelia turned away, wiping her eyes.

No! I wanted to make her happy, not upset!

“Ophelia, I am so sorry, please don’t cry.” Cosette gently tried to console her.

“No, no these are tears of joy.” Ophelia smiled, hugging her friend once more, “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” Cosette’s voice was slightly muffled by the warm embrace.

Cosette carefully washed her body, the scars on her back still aching from her time in Autumn. Despite the months that had passed they had never properly healed.

Shoot, I left my clothes out there.

Cosette stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, quickly grabbing her clothes and changing into them as Ophelia was getting into bed.

“Oh…” Ophelia let out a small sound, making Cosette face her.

“You alright?”

“Your back…”

“Ah, that.” Cosette cringed, getting into bed under the blanket, “It’s just like that, nothing much I can do about it.”

“Cosette, it looks serious.”

If I was back home I would have treated using antibiotics and proper skin treatments to minimize scarring. I did the best with what I had.

“It has dried and healed.”

“Cosette the scarring is terrible.”

“Scarring is always terrible.”

“Not like this. Here, sit up.” Ophelia got out of bed, “I’ll be back okay?”

“Where are you going?”

Ophelia smiled, “Going to do what I do best.”

Cosette was left alone sitting on the bed alone.

Soon Ophelia returned, a basket of towels in hand with some medicine bottles.

“Where did you get those?”

“Forrest.”

“What did you tell him?” Cosette’s voice turned worried.

Not another man to call master.

“I told him from all our walking we both have injuries that needed treatment. Lesser Fae attacks didn’t help the matter. He told me to take these.”

Cosette nodded, approving of the lie, “Let me guess, ‘included in the payment already?’”

“Yup, now turn around for me.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.” Ophelia held her gaze.

Cosette sighed, turning her back to Ophelia who began trying to clean the remaining wounds and scarring. Cosette hissed as she felt some skin get peeled away.

“Sorry.” Ophelia murmured, continuing to wash her back.

“While you were gone I got to know Forrest’s wife. She’s such a nice lady. She gave us brownies after dinner, which you missed by the way. I got some food for you though in case you're hungry.” trying to distract Cosette from the discomfort Ophelia continued talking about her day, “I have forgotten how much I love chocolate…you know when my partner was alive he would always bring me a box.”

“What was his name?”

“...Andri.” Ophelia whispered sadly, “He always made baked treats for me, despite the journey we both had to take to meet.” Ophelia laughed, “He wasn’t a very good cook, but he tried nonetheless. Now that I am in Winter Court I am determined to try all the treats he talked about.” Ophelia smiled, her expression determined, “Starting with these little rabbits.” she reached over, putting a chocolate in her mouth, and feeding one to Cosette, closing her eyes as savored the flavor, “You know he tried to replicate them for me one time? I didn’t have the heart to tell him that they turned out poorly.”

How little it took to make this fae happy

Cosette smiled listening to Ophelia ramble about Andri and food.

“Oh! I also want to try Winter Court’s iconic blankets. The fluffy ones specifically! They say they’re really good at maintaining heat.”

Her gratitude for such basic necessities.

Cosette allowed her body to relax as Ophelia treated her. The pain became less severe as the two kept talking.

Yes…I can trust this woman.

“Oh by the way, what business do you want to open with all the money you have now?” Ophelia asked, “You never actually said what exactly you wanted to do.”

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Hi! I don't know if you've talked about it before, but I have been reading some kid fics and got curious.

Do you have any marisette as parents headcanon? Or if you think they'll have children at all

ooo Marisette headcanons 😍 okay so I have three sets of headcanons here: one for canon, one for my OFEAverse, and one of modern AU bc well....I just think about them too much 😔

Post-canon I do think that Marisette would still be quite the prototypical bourgeois French family and have at least 1-2 children, but not for a while. They would have to settle some shit first (re: Marius' treatment of Valjean) and I'd like to think that Cosette would take this chance to explore and investigate more about her past and her mother. Once they're ready I'd imagine them having a son and a daughter, and Cosette will raise them on stories about their family – her father, her mother etc. while Marius would raise them on stories about his friends. I truly, truly believe Marisette would be at the barricades of 1848, and their children will learn all about it.

In OFEAverse (my fic where Cosette and Enjolras are siblings), they would only have a son because [REDACTED] and once again, he would be raised with so much love and learn a LOT about the uprisings that his family has taken part in. He looks like Marius, but with Cosette's eyes, and he's an absolute Mama's boy lol (but who can blame him; his mother is Cosette!).

Modern AU is a little trickier; I'm not sure if Marisette would wanna be parents. They give me fur parents vibes, so I'm sure their house would be filled with lots of weird pets before they even consider a child. If they do ever decide on kids, it'd be years after their marriage and probably only just one.

As to how they'd be as parents in general: all of their children will have Marius wrapped around their little fingers. He'd take any opportunity to give them little trinkets and presents, and shower them with so much love. He wants to be with them in a way that he'd always wished he could be with his father! His children help him grow to be a better person. Cosette would have a good understanding of the best type of parent to be, emulating Valjean's parenting, but would be a little less protective, knowing how important it is to let them explore the world themselves! Marius, meanwhile, would be an absolute worrywart about them.

I'm so sorry for such a long answer; I just have many thoughts about Marisette <33 tysm for the ask; here is a little doodle of the potential Pontmercy children ^^

#ive spent too long drawing 1830s outfits #that i've no idea what 1840-1850s outfits look like #so apologies for historical inaccuracy here #anyways: i love marisette and i love thinking about what their future holds!!#pls send more asks so we can chat about them + more 🤩#syrup asks #syrup art tag #hmm i guess ill also tag #les mis #marius pontmercy #cosette #cosette fauchelevent

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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Ryouta Watanabe ★ picrew link

gender: male sexuality: bisexual age: 21 height: 6′1″ (186cm) body notes: He’s very built underneath his clothes. He has a giant tattoo of an oni mask with clouds around it on his left pectoral. He also has tattoos of a realistic shibari spiral knot on both his forearms, a giant octopus on his left hip that wraps to his lower back and a bit down his thigh, paw prints of past cats he’s owned on his calf and a spider behind is left ear. He has two ear piercings in each ear. He also has a mole under his eye and on the right side of his mouth and a spattering of them on his shoulders and down his upper arms

type of yandere: Overprotective Yandere

easiest way to describe this yandere is that everything they do is for the sake of their darling’s safety. they’re not obsessive and selfish; taking their darling away and locking them up is for their own good. these yandere usually think themselves smarter, more knowledgeable or more capable than their darling; this paired with them usually thinking their darling is too innocent or oblivious to be left to themselves. these yandere usually are able to justify anything they do as something that they need to do.

Growing up, Ryouta only had his brother and nobody else. Even now, he could recall his childhood fondly specifically because his brother protected him and made it safe for him. However, eventually, Fujio had to reveal to his little brother exactly what kind of city he’d have to spend the rest of his life in. Ryouta learned quickly that Lovelock was ruthless and that you needed to be strong enough to protect yourself or the city would eat you alive. All of that is to say that, if Ryouta ever found someone he sees as an exact copy of himself when he was younger, he’dtry his best to become for them what his brother was for himself. Especially if they’re stupid enough to think they don’t need something like that.

likes: cats, vaping, caramel flavoured anything, boba tea, video games, aesthetically pleasing desserts dislikes: anything too bitter (just a little bit is okay), people who abuse children, cops or policemen, most types of alcohol, nosy people

Ryouta is a part-time Kuraokami Dreamy Creamery employee. The store is located along the boardwalk, surrounded by sun, surf and other cheery stores like it. The store’s theme is pastel and cute, with their mascot being an adorable little blue dragon. Despite it’s adorable atmosphere, however, Kuraokami is also one other thing: the headquarters of a drug dealing group that specialises in selling prescription pills and ice.

His underground name is Fujin, named after the god of wind. He gained the name from the fact that he’s always trailing vape smoke behind him like thick clouds. He’s also known to smoke marijuana often. Ryouta basically does the same thing as his brother, just not as frequently. Most often, it’s just guarding shipments, receiving drugs, etc. He’s never had to shake down people who owe them like his brother often does.

Often, when he’s not working, he’s holing himself up in his two story apartment, gaming his heart out. He’s spent a lot of time and effort customising his very own computer set up too so he’s often comfortably playing video games or watching movies. Usually, one or more of his five cats are with him. He has two maine coons named Miette and Cosette, a ginger cat Dubhan, named a siamese cat named Siobhan and a tabby named Tabitha.

Sometimes, Ryouta will actually leave his house and go on what he calls ‘dates with himself’. Basically, he just treats himself to aesthetic cafes, bakeries or pop up shops nearby that he’s interested in. Sometimes, they’re for events related to the video games he plays.

Even rarer than that, Ryouta can be found in the orphanage he grew up in, helping out and volunteering just to give back to the place that gave him a decent childhood. When he’s there, his brother is always there too.

sexual preference: vers top turn ons: creampie (giving), oral (receiving), praise (giving/receiving), shibari (giving/receiving), bondage (giving), body worship (giving/receiving), sex under the influence, breeding kink, overstimulation (giving/receiving)

dick size: 8.5in

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #oc x reader #male oc #ryouta #about the yandere #lemony content

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breadvidence · 11 months

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Another day, another adaptation: the 1982 French film, this round. The fact that every adaptation makes at least one lunatic choice really keeps my hyperfixation hyperfixating. Standout points:

This is the dirtiest Les Mis, and I don't mean because there's a nip slip. Streets, clothes, faces, interior walls of buildings: just about everything is dirty at best and caked in filth at worst.

Michel Bouquet's Javert has a parallel with Oyelowo's, which—shockingly—I don't mean as a critique (much): they are depicted as cleaning up their offices with the Paris police, Bouquet very literally (six months into his tenure, he drags his fingers across a painting in his office, streaking through thick dust; eight years later, he repeats the gesture, but this time to remove the barest fleck), and there's a definite career arc subplot for both. In BBC 2018 this is because the narrative thinks Javert is a badass; I'm less clear on what '82 is going for.

Lino Ventura has an interesting, craggy, wrinkly, mobile face, and he utilizes it thoroughly through Valjean's different iterations, from the slack and suffering convict to the dignity of Mayor Madeleine and somewhere in-between as Ultime Fauchelevent.

Award for most bombastic and cheerful Amis ever. The polycule energy is strong. Instead of OFPD, the entire line-up gets the firing squad treatment at once (bewildering and delightful, this sequence includes time pausing for everyone except Grantaire, who grabs a last drink and strolls over to the others, there to take his place for the final shot; someone gimme the fanfic in which he has time-based superpowers, please).

Instead of an intimate moment between her and Marius, Éponine's death includes the Amis standing in a semi-circle around the two of them. Marius proceeds not to grant her dying wish for a kiss. Awkward.

In a change which makes zero sense to me, Valjean survives an additional five years in this adaptation—but this ain't a fix-it fanfic. He severs ties with Cosette utterly the day of her wedding and lives in increasingly filthy solitude (this would not be '82 without filth). For extra pathos, in an irrelevant scene he's depicted collapsing in the street and being robbed. He dies alone, painfully, crying out for Cosette, having suffered a final vision of her and Marius frolicking down a lane (his horrified reaction to this, unlike everything else happening here, is certainly Brick-compliant). Catherine is present and possibly cursed?

Please, the final scene, dwell on it with me. It mirrors the first scene of the film: convicts in chains shuffle bare-footed through mud; one collapses; we see others labor to pull carts full of stone; Javert calls Valjean's name; we see Valjean pulling a cart alone;—in the first scene, Javert then says "You are free", but in the final, "Now you are free". Both are in their old-man wigs and makeup. We have been hit over the head with a point one can certainly derive from the novel, that Valjean's suffering ends only after death (or, in the case of '82, after a little purgatory). But! That it was all Toulon—awful. And that Javert is his final voice of salvation—weird, and AWFUL.

Interesting that '82 is so profoundly grim for Valjean despite clearly, from the Amis, having the capacity for cheerfulness. Not sure what to do with that!

Anyway, my favorite character in this adaptation is Combeferre's beard.

[eta] Forgot: there is the lead-up to the coffin heist and lead-up to Marius lobbing the "les cognes sont là" note into the room during the Gorbeau ambush, but the film does not actually include either of these events—I'd almost wonder if there's a missing scene somewhere for the former, but the latter is simply a dropped thread.

#les misérables 1982 #les misérables #les mis

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More Favoritism stuff, cuz… I fucking love this au. Also, the person who sent in the first ask, sent in another one where two gay punks get the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous, so expect to see that soon

Now, let’s just throw around a few incorrect quotes

Marc: *About to go into battle as Mariquita* I know you're a little worried about me. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've never gone into a fight like this, and I don't know what's gonna happen. But you don't have to worry. I will make it back. I love you, man.

*Kiran hugs Marc*

Lila: Aaw.

*Marc then turns around in shock to see Lila, who has heard his every word*

Lila: Are you talking to your baby brother?

Marc: No!… Shut up!

Lila: That's adorable!

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Mariquita: And where have you been?

Bomb Shell: Nowhere?

Mariquita: How did you get so hurt?

Bomb Shell: Oh, that. Well, uh, we were...

Vulpix: Hit...

Viperion: By a...

CapriKid: Bus?

Queen Bee: *whispers to CapriKid* Hit by a bus?!

CapriKid: Well, what was I supposed to say, meteor, cow, flying building?!

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Lila: *To the student body* Okay, yeah. I've got an apology. So, I have this friend who took pity on me as the new student this year. And I convinced him that it would be fun to mess up Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s life. So I pretended to be friends with Marinette, and then he would come to my house after and we would just laugh about all the dumb stuff Marinette said. And we gave these candy bar things that would make her break out, and then we turned her best friends against her because, oh yeah! She has her crush’s entire schedule in her room, which is creepy. And then... Oh yeah, Marc- you know my friend Marc? The mastermind got Adrien, Marinette’s obsession, to see the light and separate himself from her. Oh, God, and we gave her foot cream instead of face wash! God! I am so sorry Marinette. Really, I don't know why I did this. I guess it's probably because I've got a big crush on a guy who’s not even into you! Suck on that! AY-YI-YI-YI-YI-YI!

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Marinette: Can I just say that we don't have a clique problem at this school? And some of us shouldn't have to take this workshop because some of us are just victims in this situation.

Mme. Mendeleiev: … Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Marinette Dupain-Cheng? *she watches all students and teachers raise hands*

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Marc: Marinette Dupain-Cheng... How do I begin to explain Marinette Dupain-Cheng?

Jean: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a blackmailer.

Denise: I hear she’s got dirt on all of her classmates and they don’t know it.

Lacey: I hear she’s stalking Adrien now.

Ismael: Her room is lined with photos of him.

Simon: One time, I caught her kissing a wax statue of him at the museum.

Mireille: And she threatened me not to say anything.

Cosette: One time she punched me in the face... So I kicked her ass. It was awesome.

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Marinette: I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm popular.

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Marinette: Why were you talking to Marc Anciel?

Nathaniel: Well, I mean-

Marinette: He’s so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Marc Anciel. We super close back in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Gerard who was totally gorgeous and obsessed with me, and Marc was like, weirdly jealous. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with Gerard, he’s be like, "When can we hang out?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with us?" So then, for my birthday party, which I invited Gerard to, I was like, "Marc, I can't invite you, because I think you're in love with Gerard." I mean I couldn't have that at my party. There would be so much drama. I mean, right? Of course, everyone caught on, and saw him only as a homewrecker, because, duh, he is. And then he dropped out of school because no one would talk to him after, and he came back in the fall for lycee, his hair was messed up and he was totally weird, and now I guess he's on crack.

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Adrien: Marinette seems... sweet!

Marc: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is not sweet! She's a scum-sucking demon queen, she ruined my life!

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Okay, now headcanons!

Marc occasionally gets revenge on Marinette by cutting holes into her jeans, leggings, and shorts

After Marinette tarnished Lila’s reputation by claiming she got Akumatized because she was jealous of her liking Adrien, Marc seized the opportunity to adopt her

Marc: Hey, when you’re done crying over the school’s cult leader shunning you, I wanna restyle your hair.

Lila: … Why are you talking to me? Aren’t you worried about her highness sending them after you?

Marc: Honey, we’ve been bitter enemies the minute she was born. She can do or say whatever the hell she wants. Now, let me do your hair. I’m not a fan of the three ponytails.

Lila: Fine, go ahead. *Marc starts undoing her ponytails* … You do know you’re in the girls bathroom, right?

Marc: Screw gender, you needed help.

They spend their days avoiding Marinette and her classmates at all costs, reading under the stairs on in the basement, and doing each others nails

Lila has considered switching classes, but she doesn’t want to give Marinette the satisfaction

Marc’s closed off from his classmates in this au. He doesn’t know if he can trust them or not, and they don’t talk to him

Whenever they try to make conversation, he gives one worded answers and then walks away

Marinette has blackmail on all of her classmates, and they’re none the wiser. One person thinks everyone else loves her and they go along with it because they don’t want to be shunned and harassed like the outcasts by the rest of the school

It’s mob mentality. She popular and supposedly nice, so people go along with everything she says, and becuase she has connections with celebrities

The moment Nathaniel behind hanging out with Marc and Lila after Marc refused to make an Adrinette comic with him, Marinette made sure to let everyone know about his anger issues, causing him to be avoided by almost half the student body while the rest just try to provoke him

Well, that all ends when Marc defends him

Marc: Oh, Louis. Do I need to tell a certain someone I caught you making out with another certain someone in the school basement?

Louis: Y-you wouldn’t!

Marc: … Try me, bitch. *Louis runs away* That’s what I thought.

Nathaniel: … Thanks-

Marc: Don’t talk to me. *Leaves*

For that Carrie au, Marc’s not bullied as badly as 80s Carrie (because it’s not the 80s where teenagers had knives and could shiv you at any moment and slaughtered pigs), but it’s common to find graffiti on his locker and for some people to steal his belongings

Marc discovers his telekinesis when he inadvertently causes a cup of water to spill all over Marinette after she threw a crumpled up napkin at him

He gets his small dose of payback by tripping a few of his tormentors from other classes, making phones short circuit, and tying some shoelaces together

But enough about that, let’s talk about Malice- Marc’s akuma form in the Favoritism au, and the catty name everyone likes to call him at school

Grimm Reaper going through a punk phase, still has a scythe, can teleport similarly to Oni-Chan, and when people are slashed by his scythe, the worst parts of themselves are revealed

Imagine just these glowing hazes emerging from you, taking your form, and blurting out every awful thing you’ve ever done

Malice’s overall look is a hooded asymmetrical black jacket with a chain belt, torn black pants, and fingerless black gloves. The hood covers his face, showing only his narrowed glowing green eyes and wide smile. (That’s all most people ever see Marc as, just this malevolent person who enjoys the misery of others. But when you pull the hood down, there are cracks on his face, his eyes are dull with black streaks running down like tears, and the smile is gone)

#COME AT ME MARINETTE STANS!#Seriously please do #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marc anciel #favoritism au #mlb au #Marinette salt #Marinette Dupain Cheng bashing #Marinette bashing

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