#cosette fauchlevant

[revolutionnaire-farouche]

who cares about your lonely soul?

[monsieur-madeleine]

the Rue Plumet (Closed RP with @itswesleton)

Fauchlevent was gardening outside his house the Rue Plumet villa he bought thanks to the nuns at the pietit picpus convent Valjean brought the house under the name Fauchlevent he promised to Fantine Cosette will have a happy childhood because the name Fauchlevent was sometimes hard to pronounce he asked people to call him Leblanc 

His servant Toussiant rushed over she was deaf and can speak but sometimes her tongue is stiff so she communicates with gestures but only to her master  Toussiant made gestures with her hand Valjean spoke to her slowly while he translated her gestures “there... is... someone.. outside... the... gate...” he got a chalkboard and wrote ““let the person in” 

Toussiant made the yes gesture and went to open the gate 

A  person was standing there 

Valjean spoke ““welcome I’m Monsieur Fauchlevent but you can call me Leblanc to what do I owe this visit” 

Valjean did not get many visitors so this person was new to him

@itisweselton 

[gayestnoncanonsapphics]

OHOHO NON-CANON SAPPHICS YOU SAY?? Christine Daae/Meg Giry (Phantom of the Opera), Eponine Thenardier/Cosette Fauchlevent (Les Miserables), Cynthia/Diantha (Pokemon), Buffy Summers/Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Natasha Romanoff/Pepper Potts (MCU)

Hello!!!

I really, really appreciate your enthusiasm and these are some fantastic ships that I’d love in the tournament; however, I’m not accepting submissions via inbox.

Please use the google form to submit your nominations ���� this is because google forms allows me to automatically compile the data from nominations and keep track of all the submissions.

[thegoldenrevolutionary]

Les Amis Members As Dumb Shit I Heard At My Club Meeting

Courfeyrac: I say we give everyone who helps overthrow the government a gold star! It’s always been the best way to motivate me!

Bahorel: Are we burning down the mayor’s office or not?

Enjolras: I just- I just wanted to get something done this meeting.

Or

Please stop trying to get me to allow you to call me “Supreme Leader.”

Combeferre: The actual statistics for me wanting you to shut up are-

Grantaire: Oh I forgot to tell you, I’m meeting Congresspeople in like a week. I don’t know who, I don’t understand why, and I don’t want to do it.

Jehan: I feel like I stepped into a Donna Tartt novel, so where’s my substance abuse problem?

Bossuet: So was anyone going to tell me we were meeting upstairs or was I just supposed to sit in the lobby like an idiot?

Joly: I’m getting a ginger ale. The bubbles will calm my stomach when I want to vomit at the dumb shit you’re saying.

Gavroche: All I’m hearing is that we are using the boyfriend to get to the mayor.

Feuilly: I’ve been taking notes this entire time and so far none of you have said anything remotely helpful.

Bonus!

Marius: *busy making out with Cosette and not paying attention to what’s being said*

Eponine: If we want to go door to door, bring a knife to convince them.

[diioss-art]

I know this is a pretty niche brick meme but - Theodule in Volume 4 Book 5

[javerts-truncheon]

Les Miserables Graphic Novel Review II

Dilf!Valjean rescues Cosette from the suspiciously hot Thénardiers

This adaption does an incredible job covering the parts that are usually glossed over in abridged adaptions such as:

-Thénardier's rescue of Baron Pontmercy

-Valjean's reimprisonment and rescue of the capsized sailor (as well as his subsequent escape)

-St. Nick Valjean putting the golden coin in Cosette's shoe

-Thénardier chasing after Valjean to squander more money off of him

-Beggar Javert

-AND MOST IMPORTANTLY THEY INCLUDE THE PART WHERE VALJEAN ALMOST GETS BURIED ALIVE, WHY DOESN'T ANYONE EVER TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!

Cosette literally too precious for this world 😫

Okay, back to our scheduled Javert simping session now with a Sexy Lip Scar ™️

LIKE LITERALLY, HE'S SO HOTT AND FOR WHAT?!?! AND HE AGES LIKE FINE WINE

Bless the historically inaccurate ponytail 🙏

Forgot to mention this in my last post but Looky is a BIG fan of those closeup mouth shots, the more saliva-slinging the better!

Also plot twist apparently Valjean was wearing a wig or something because he goes completely bald after entering the covnant..

It's okay though because now he's got GILF energy! 🥳🎉

There is SO much more that I wasn't able to cover (curse the 10 image limit!) Looky and Siamh's character/costume designs have this awesome, almost steampunky-appeal to them brought to life by Parada's coloring, and based on my (pathetic) understanding of French L'Hermenier was able to abridge Hugo's writing while still retaining most of the rhetorical artistry.

I've attached the links to Looky, Parada and Siamh's Instagram pages, check 'em out! 🌟

[aflamethatneverdies]

I wrote a small ficlet once about convent husbands and Valjean dealing with his own griefs. I don’t know if Valjean would ever deal or think about all his traumas in canon, but I would like to think that he might consider it, with Fauchelevant around.

The Tree Pruner and the Linden Tree

Once upon a time, there had been a Linden Tree.

Valjean found his thoughts as scattered as the circling crows in the reddish sky, after their nest has been suddenly disturbed. Outside the walls, calmness prevailed. Valjean had slept fitfully the past night. The linden tree appeared in his dreams again and again for the third night in a row. He thought of the heart-shaped leaves changing from a deep green to yellow, the sweet scent of its flowers, the sticky nectar of its fruit, and the shelter among its boughs. A linden tree had brought Cosette and Valjean to their sanctuary two years ago.

Once upon a time, in Faverolles (why did Valjean’s stories start with Faverolles, he did not know), there had been a tree and children who sat playing in its shade. The tree offered up its branches to the people to sell and they in turn took care of it. Before long, winter came, and with it cruel men who wanted to uproot the tree entirely. The Linden Tree was taken away on a cart with strong chains wrapped around its sturdy bough. As a result, the land stayed barren for many years, with the children feeling its loss deeply. The Linden tree was also attached to the children. It sorrowed and withered after being uprooted so cruelly and suddenly... 

It had been one such tree, where his nieces and nephews hid, to drink milk and eat the fruits; several times he had pruned its branches. He knew how to use the fruits of the tree as medicine and how to use its bark. His mind had not wandered to Faverolles in years, he could no longer picture the village or the faces of his nieces, nephews or his sister, he could only picture that sturdy linden tree, over and over, as if in an obsessive haze that sometimes came over him while he was walking in the garden during the dim twilight.

He walked alone during those hours, absentmindedly moving through the garden as a spectre. He walked with little regard to his person, ever focused on how he was not worthy of the saintly Bishop Myriel or of the nuns who shut themselves up to pray all day, ever focused on humility, never on his happiness. He did not give a second thought to the cold air and the gently falling snow and walked without a coat or a hat, barefoot on the white carpet laid on the grass.

Once upon a time, many years later, there was a fair young mother who loved her child a lot, but was forced to part with the child by the devious wolf-dogs who had tricked her. 

The turmoil in his soul grew as he, wrestled with feelings of unworthiness and griefs that had stayed too long and formed a chasm in his soul. He had been holding onto several griefs without having time to think about them: his nieces and nephews, his sister, Fantine, the poor and the unfortunate souls of his fellow inmates drowning in a sea without society throwing them a lifeboat. No one person can hold all the threads of grief in their hand without being pulled into the ocean of grief. He knelt in prayer and cried before going to bed. He woke up after an uneasy dream, in the hours when it became difficult to tell night and day apart. In the thin, shimmering light that was reflected on the rooftops behind them, the dew drops on the leaves looked like pearls. 

‘I want to hear more of the story, Papa,’ Cosette had said, insisting that she would not fall asleep until the story was finished. Valjean smiled and continued attaching one thread of a tale he had heard, with another he sifted from memory, till he saw Cosette’s tired head nodding off.

In the early hours of the morning, he lit the candle, shielding its light from Cosette’s bed so as to not wake her. Fauchelevant was already shuffling around and appeared with tea and bread. Cosette slept peacefully still, no spectres from Montfermeil or their chase across Paris troubling her sleep and in the morning light fell on her person and radiated from her fresh morning face as she ran towards the school building. 

Most days they would drink the tea in silence, each thinking of the morning’s work that lay ahead. The birds in their formation dipped momentarily towards Fauchelevant already tying the bell on his leg as he shuffled slowly towards the garden to shake the night’s frost from the melon leaves. As the day begans to inch towards dim light, and cockerels began strutting up and down in the hen houses to announce the day, Cosette in her shining morning uniform appeared, ready to start her morning classes. She kissed her Papa and her uncle Fauvent good morning and bit a piece of bread thoughtfully, her eyes darting to Fauvent and Valjean's faces all the whole, before she ran off to the morning prayers and classes. Light radiated on her thin face, her eyes beamed with laughter as any other child’s.

Once upon a time, there was a happy child and the fairies looked over the child and bestowed gifts on her. Her mama loved her even though she had little.

‘And was her Papa also happy?’ Cosette asked as she prepared for bed.

‘Yes, my child. Her Papa was happy because she was happy.’

Fauchelevant saw the look on Valjean’s face and busied himself in thinking of how best to cheer this saintly being. He never asked the questions that anyone else in his place would surely have. Instead he asked many others: about the weather, about the seedlings, about the weeds, all in his rustic tone, a pipe trailing tobacco in his hands, for this veritable gardener had so thoroughly understood Monsieur Madeleine the Saint, as well as the man Valjean. He called him a brother with that deep understanding. It was the second time in Valjean’s life that someone had called him a brother.  

There had been some moments, when Mother Innocent had referred to Valjean as the other Fauvent, and he had kept his head bowed in silence, trying to test the name on his lips. It felt more and more like his name, because it had been a name given willingly by Fauchelevant. ‘You do not accept gifts, you forget kindnesses you have done, you are my brother, in name and in work,’ Fauchelevant had insisted. Valjean felt that in accepting this gift of a name, he had become closer to the man who had so willingly bestowed the gift, as if Fauchelevant’s words were the ones he had known all along in his soul. He had a name: Fauchelevent. 

Then too, his heart was filled with Cosette, he could not imagine a time when he had not been thinking of and worrying about her. He could not think of himself as a separate being other than Cosette’s father. That was another of his identities which felt more and more true to him. A state of being that he had supposed to be temporary but which had seeped into his soul and felt the truest of his identities. If I should be anything, I should want to be Cosette’s Papa, he had said this to himself many times, often when the child was sleeping peacefully. Sometimes when she would wake up in the middle of the night recollecting the dream of being chased by La Thenardier or shadows in the dark, Valjean and Fauvent would listen to her nightmares, told with a childish simplicity and would comfort her by telling her stories, of brave children who fought monsters as well as some fairy tales by Perrault.

Once upon a time there were large wolf-dogs, who having tricked the mother, wanted to devour the child and whose howls could be heard for miles. The child, blessed with the fairies gifts, braved the howling winds to find the cottage of a witch who would help her. She met a kindly stranger in the woods...

There were monsters who sometimes appeared to Cosette while she was asleep, sometimes in her dreams she was back in the howling woods, running away from La Thenardier whose presence grew to enormous heights, but a soothing tea and her Papa’s stories full of odd coincidences drove the shadows away. 

Cosette had been trying to explore the boundaries between timidness from her years spent with the Thenardiers to the natural adventurousness of children her age and had more and more days where she was curious and adventurous. Both Fauvent and Valjean indulged this natural curiosity in her. She became bolder in their presence, but still sometimes hesitated in front of the nuns.    

Fauchelevant grumbled about the little white insects killing half of his young plants after a sudden frost the previous winter had killed many saplings already. He listened as Valjean talked about the best ways to protect the vulnerable little plants. In the afternoon they made boughs with little sticks to help the young shoots to become sturdy. Valjean thought of the linden tree again, and of trees which helped the shoots around them to grow. He showed Fauvent how to graft two branches together to produce two different kinds of apples. Fauvent was delighted, cultivation of the garden was important to him and he spent many hours in deep contemplation, worrying about his garden.  

Valjean wanted to protect Cosette, from nightmares, from all the melancholy that life might bring, as the older trees do for the younger ones, even when the old trees are worn down with the effect of the elements. Sometimes in his stories, Valjean’s voice became heavy as he trailed off in remembrances of Fantine, while Cosette listened with a concentration and sadness in her eyes that came over young children sometimes in the presence of death. In those moments he kissed the young child, whose startlingly blue eyes reminded him so much of the saintly Fantine who struggled all her life. 

Cosette was allowed to help Valjean and Fauvent with the garden on her days off from school. She grew roses, fragile beings who would wilt and die as soon as the first frost touched them, and she would weep at the deaths of her plants, already grasping at the edges of the understanding of life and death. Valjean trembled when she asked if the dead remained behind a veil and whether we could see them.

She wondered what ghosts did all day, did they sleep in preparation for haunting at night? She had many questions. She had been reading a story where ghosts lived in a house, despite Mother Superior thinking it unwise for young girls to indulge in such nonsense.

The only reason she had not confiscated it was because it was not sufficiently romantic and also because the girls were ingenious with their hiding places. Nevertheless, the girls had to spend one afternoon writing on the board with chalk that they would not indulge in sensational stories which were unsuitable for little girls. They had thought the punishment worthwhile and were planning a way to get back at Mother Superior by putting frogs in her desk. Cosette was the bravest, so she volunteered.  

Cosette and her friends had hidden books, little paper notes, even a live mouse that one of them had found. The teacher had been horrified to discover the frogs in her desk, the girls had only laughed. Their pranks had become daring, Cosette brought bugs from the garden sometimes in a jar with holes in it, instead of studying her books on geography. They quizzed each other on place names and dates, hours before the exam and made sure none of them were failed by Mother Innocent who had a rather stern mouth.

Cosette imagined that she would grow up to look like her since she had been told often that she was not pretty. That thought did not concern her much, when there were so many wild creatures to explore in the garden and all her friends to play with. The girls ran around the gardens, chasing each other, their school bonnets flying in the air. 

Afterwards, Cosette would come sit with Valjean in silence.  

‘Do you want to hear a story today, Cosette?’

Cosette shook her head, but she took her Papa’s hand in hers, lest he mind that they were not going to be telling stories. Today, she was happy and wanted to spend time with him, looking at the sunset and the garden and talking about her plans for her own garden and what she would grow in it.

There was a certainty in this kind of existence, it was more concrete, more knowable. Valjean measured his day with the previous one, and the mundane happiness of each filled him with joy. He spent the days taking care of the garden with Fauvent, both their faces roughly creased from the worries of trying to get their plants to survive through the frosts each winter. There was a kind of knowing that existed between the two Fauvents, they did not have to talk to make themselves heard by each other, there was a kind of peace in such relationships that made Valjean almost happy. With the passing seasons, plants heal, birds migrate, small kittens grow into cats, all such things are inevitable, and Valjean, with the help of the attention from Fauvent and Cosette, slowly began to resemble the Linden tree before it became withered, a place of shelter and comfort. Gardeners were capable of resurrecting plants back to life. Cosette wanted to hear the story of the Linden Tree again, a year later.

Once upon a time there was a Linden tree, much bowed down with the weight of all that it had gone through, its worries were visible on its bark. It had almost withered from the cruelty of men. But there was a child that still cared for that tree for that tree had cared for that child and offered up its bark and shade and nourishment from its fruits, once. A gardener seeing the child’s care had helped the tree recover its strength.

‘You are a good person,’ Fauvent reminded him as they stood marveling at Cosette's strawberries, ‘You do not have to be more than that for us, for me and Cosette.’ Cosette took Valjean’s hand in her small one at this sentence, her clear blue eyes gazing at him out of the adoration young children have for their parents. 

This time, a tear was in Valjean’s eyes, but it was one of happiness. He believed Fauvent’s words. He had seen young saplings grow into trees, he had used the ordinary nettles for medicine, he had been awed by the sturdy trees recovering after a storm destroyed them. There had to be hope, Valjean thought, there had to be, of things growing and recovering in the presence of a gentle hand.  

[its-not-a-pen]

-It Only Takes One Egg- because one egg is an œuf

Cosette and her convent-dads celebrate their first Easter! (It’s modern au because where else an I going to get bunny ears and plaid?)  Cosette made eggs out of her dads awwww i am so sleep deprived

[masterofthebarricade]

A doodle? On OUR blog? It’s more likely than you think -mod Valvert

[boxfivetrades]

favourite little ad-libs from chris:

insisting “no it’s yours, it’s yours” and pushing away the bishop’s held out candlesticks 

making eye contact and reassuring fauchlevant “you’ll be okay” before he lifts the cart to free him

softly coaxing “come on now” as he tucks a dying fantine back into bed and soothes her

after he finds little cosette in the woods and picks up her bucket “let’s get you home”

whispering to little cosette “stay here for a second” as he gets ready to bargain with the thenardiers

“... now her mother is (drops to a stage whisper so little cosette doesn’t hear) with god”

yanking thenardier up by the elbow and growling “bastard!” before he leads little cosette out of the inn

yelling “STOP! i am old, i have nothing to fear” as he shoves marius back from rushing out to collect bullets

a hushed gasp “oh god” when he turns around and sees everyone killed in the final battle 

(also!! that^ with the imagery of him on the ground, back to the audience, as he absorbs all that’s happened is so powerful)

gesturing for marius to “here, sit” before confessing to him he’s jean valjean

[psalm22-6]

“To tell you the truth,” Jean Servais avows, “I never felt that I was the object of conflict! Eponine-Orane Demazis loves me…I don’t doubt it!  I love Cosette-Josseline Gaël and hardly know Jean Valjean at all, who is to me M. Fauchelevent, father of Cosette. He refuses her to me and I march to the barricades much less out of conviction than because I see it as an opportunity for a rather elegant suicide. I don’t get Eponine’s love confession until the moment where she is dying, and at the same time she reveals to me that Cosette is saving her heart for me. With that, I am injured, Fauchlevent saves me…alas I only gave a fleeting thought to poor Eponine, who had called me “Meussieû Marîûsse” with the accent of Fanny!...

Source: L’Image, magazine hebdomadaire 1934

I can only figure that Fanny is referring to a role played by Orane Demazis (Eponine) in Marius (title unrelated to Les Mis) where she plays a woman from Marseilles named Fanny, whose romantic interest is the titular Marius. 

[jules-of-the-sea]

I would love to see a Blorbo ranking for your blorbos from Les Mis, if you are willing to share :)

so i made a character tierlist, i dont actually hate thenardier but its funny to hate him. for side characters: m mabeuf would be guy!!!, fauchlevent would be eh (although the graveyard scene was funny), and marius's relations would all be in eh/mildly annoying because i have no strong feelings about them.

you did say blorbo ranking though and i have no idea what exactly that entails so im just going to do everything i can think of. so heres a list of everyone on the tierlist and a few thoughts on each of them

enjolras 12/10 love of my life, top kin, red <3, hes literally just a guy god i wish i was him its all i ever want hes so !!!!!

grantaire 10/10 love him, probably more like me than enj lmao, jaded, alcoholic, cynic, ao3 always makes him an artist but i dont remember them saying that in the book??? maybe i missed it though, it did say that he knows all the best spots in paris though so thats pretty cool

feuilly 10/10 self taught king, he makes fans, he wants to deliver the world and i support him. we all need a feuilly in our lives

combeferre 10/10 (these ratings are a little redundant at this point) fan interpretation always makes him a bookworm nerdy guy (which i have also done) which i understand bc in the book hugo talks abt how he wants to learn everything and he loves progress and education, but honestly i feel like hes a lot warmer and more social than people characterize him. like they talk about how compassionate he is and how he focuses on the actual people in the revolution more than the movement as a whole

gavroche literally just a little guy, hes got his two children in his wooden elephant what more could a street urchin want

courfeyrac party guy, literally tholomyes but if he wasnt a dick, love him for it. actually thinking abt it, tholomyes was a poet right?? and hugo compares him w courf so,,, poet courf???

bossuet unlucky, actually named lesgle, bald, in a poly relationship w joly and musichetta

eponine bro she was not that close with marius in the book, and i dont think she even knew the amis. its fun to pretend she did though. also the musical makes marius actually care that she dies which is sweet i guess. also i love every queer eponine interpretation.

jehan jean provaire, medieval enthusiast, just a little guy i guess. trans/nb jehan is one of my favorite things actually

joly happy guy, apparently nicknamed jolly because of that, doctor(?), likes self diagnosing, must suck being a germaphobe in 1832

bahorel tbh i forgot like everything the book said abt him. im pretty sure he was the guy who saved marius from being kicked out of law school though?? and also visibly expresses disgust when he passes by law school??? king.

javert single-minded policeman, love the themes and internal struggle, javerts soliloquy and stars are some of my favorite songs in the musical

jean valjean all around a good guy, white bread personality but like,, nice. so i guess hes more like the pre-made pound cake you can get at the store. certified girlboss tho

cosette pretty? i like the cottagecore interpretations but also shes literally just a lonely child from 1832 so i guess its just by default. she seems like the type of girl who would be a pleasure to have in class

fantine sad lady, cosettes mom, i wish she had just gotten cosette back from the thenardiers when she had her job but oh well.

marius annoying little bitch boy mf i swear to god he deserves very little of what he gets. also isnt he like 10 years older than both cosette and eponine??? 1832 moment i guess. anyways hes not that bad but its funny to hate on him.

madame thenardier me when child abuse, kinda a girlboss in the musical but in the book shes just kinda there

monsieur thenardier little rat bitch man, fuck that guy, but also hes literally a cartoon villain and its funny

also the tierlist is made in mspaint, i would have found pictures for everyone but a lot of them arent in the 2012 movie long enough for anyone (me) to know whos who so. crunchy mspaint version

[everyonewasabird]

Brickclub 2.8.2 ‘Fauchelevent facing the difficulty’

“A serious and troubled bearing is peculiar, on critical occasions, to certain characters and certain professions, especially priests and monastics.”

Gah, even Hugo’s seemingly throwaway lines seem to mean things. There’s this sense of “okay, what does the prioress’s behavior have to say about Javert & Enjolras?”

Fauchelevent is SO clever, damn. Hugo couches it in terms of peasant cunning because he’s weird about peasants. But Fauchlevent not only has figured out everything about the convent and everything about the two men who interface between the convent and the rest of the world, he also understands how he’s perceived by everyone involved and plays to it skillfully. He knows the dirt on everybody, and he mostly chooses not to do anything with it, and he’s happy to be thought unaware and stupid.

I’m going to keep banging this drum: Cosette learned a LOT of her skills from her other dad.

And Fauchelevent puts literally everything he has on the line here: “If my brother can’t come, I’ll have to leave the convent.” No doubt that feels to him like Valjean sliding himself under the cart to save him.

I love the totally different concerns and goals Fauchelevent and the prioress have.

And I love the prioress. She’s a female character allowed to be cultured and clever and charming, and to hold her own council, and lead, and make moral decisions. And she has the overt power in these scenes, while all Fauchelevent’s power is in secrecy and play-acting. It’s a reversal of how this generally looks in the rest of the story.

She changes the subject entirely when he’s done talking, without acknowledging it, not because she didn’t listen, but because she’s in charge here and has no need to be deferential.

Hugo, where did this positively-characterized badass woman come from??

[lesmisscraper]

Brick... with animation!

19. The Man with the Bell

"One hundred francs!" The man gave a start and raised his eyes. "You can earn a hundred francs," went on Jean Valjean, "if you will grant me shelter for this night." The moon shone full upon Jean Valjean's terrified countenance. "What! so it is you, Father Madeleine!" said the man. - Vol 5, book 5, chapter 9

If he left Cosette on the cold stone floor, she could die due to hypothermia, so Valjean asked that gardener for a place to sleep. But that gardener was Fauchelevent, that man Valjean saved from cart accident. This place was Convent of Petit-Picpus, where people from outside couldn't enter easily, especially for men. However, he was there because they needed a gardener, and Valjean as Madeleine gave that work for him because he broke his leg.

He said he had a daughter, and Cosette was laid in Fauchlevent's bed. He wanted to reward Valjean something, so they spent a night. Vealjean and Fauchelevent kept a talk, and Fauvent(Fauchelevent's name called by the nuns there) told he needed that bell because there were lots of students who were not allowed to meet men, even the fathers of the convent. However, that was great for Valjean, since at least Cosette didn't have to return that inn. He also asked Favent about working together as a gardener, since he had to hide somewhere. Since he was getting older, he needed another gardener to work with, so he agreed, and would introduce him as his brother, Ultime. But then, a bell rang, and he had to see the mother prioress.

Mother Innocente, the head of this convent told Fauvent that one of their nuns, Mother Crucifixion died. And her last wish was buried underneath this convent. That was a simple problem, but it was illegal. She had to be buried in a cemetery outside of the convent. So they had to think another plan.

Meanwhile, Valjean and Cosette also needed to get out, because they did not come from the door. And still, there were Javert's forces surrounding the Convent. Therefore, they need to be unseen. Since Cosette was a little child, Fauchlevent could carry her in a large basket, but Valjean was an adult. They need something to hide Valjean.

Valjean remembered Mother Crucifixion's problem, and he would get inside of 'fake' coffin and get out of the wall. Fauvent told him it was very dangerous for him to do that thing, but Valjean had no other options to get out of that convent without being noticed by everyone. And Fauvent told he knew Father Mestienne, who was a gravedigger and hard drunkard, and he would give Mestienne some wine and when he was drunk, he promised to take him out.

First, Fachlevent took Cosette inside of the basket and got outside of the convent. Gendarmerie soldiers didn't care about him because he was the man inside of the convent.

And Mother Crucifixion's coffin was finally laid under the convent. Everything was ready.

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Brickclub: 2.8.8

Oh bby!Cosette continues to be heartbreaking. She’s been safe for such a short time, and now everything is strange and scary and she’s alone, and she has to be wondering if it was all a dream, or a trick, or if Mme was right the whole time and she really was unlovable and awful, that her parents always leave her. And honestly I am so glad that Hugo didn’t pull away from the graveyard to give us a chapter from her perspective. I don’t think I’d have been able to handle it.

But Jean Valjean comes back for her, and the three of them get back into the convent, back to safety. They breeze through the security protocols -- presumably Fauchlevent not only knows the password but the porter has been told to expect him and his brother -- and arrive in the parlor. And it’s fitting that, here where this one more ruse will be accomplished in this day of ruses, the candle only “makes a pretense at lighting” the room.

So the prioress questions Valjean, and presumably she doesn’t interact with Fauchelevent enough to recognize his voice. Fauchelevent, who know what the right answers are, gives them, and conveniently the ones that matter are true -- Valjean is a a good Christian, and Cosette is (spiritually, at least) his.

We then take a moment for Victor Hugo to foreshadow how Weird he’s going to get about adult!Cosette and the process of going from girlhood to womanhood, with the bit about how women magically know what they look like at all times. But it’s just a single line, not even a full sentence, so I’ll give him a pass. It’ll get worse.

And Fauchelevent is rewarded for all of his ruses! The only one I feel really bad about is Gribier, who didn’t really gain anything from it, but at least he didn’t lose anything. (His poor kids and wife though -- hopefully the incident will teach him to not take his temper out on them.) I’m curious -- is this the first time thus far we’ve seen good gossip? I guess with the Bishop? But even that was often tinged with... less good material.

On the other hand, this is also renown earned entirely based on Fauchlevent’s willingness to lie and break the law. Yes, it was for a good cause, and yes, Hugo almost certainly sides with Divine law over human law, but still. Compare this to the way Fantine or Valjean got destroyed when the truth came out. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but it struck me as an interesting twist on the whole gossip theme we’ve built up until this point.

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ValJerk AU rambles

Madeleine and Fauchlevent are partners in crime 

Madame victorein does not approve of every thing Madeleine does but she is the one who gives cosette beatings when Madeleine is not at the factory 

And for those of y’all reading my fics and wondering where is fantine in this 

Madeleine murdered her two days after she got fired and made up the whole she died two days later thing to the Thenardiers 

He wanted fantine to himself to mold her into a carbon copy of him but every attempt to charm her was turned down he decided to do away with her so he fired her and went into her apartment with a knife hidden and tried one more attempt to seduce her it failed and Madeleine stabbed fantine to death he disposed of her body in the woods of Montfermil 

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