#stargazing with javert

[for-the-love-of-javert]

Stargazing with Javert

[combeferres-mothematics]

❤️ and javert :3

❤️ Character pining

What better place to pine than a bridge overlooking the water?

(He's just stargazing this time, dw)

[anderperrylover]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY - MODERN AU HEAD CANONS

Charlie Dalton and Knox Overstreet - The Secret Swiftie - And the most obvious

He definitely listens to Taylor Swift on a daily basis - Prolly lives and breathes the 1989 era - Now as for the question of how he expresses that? He is either that really quiet one until Knox walks in on on him screaming But Daddy I love Him - He will not let him forget it

Knox is the MOST obvious TS fan amongst the poets - Loves Lover and has cried with Todd over The Manuscript and loml and YOYOK and Back to December and All too Well (10min) - Neil has not forgiven him for that one night when Todd came into their dorm, crying about how The Black Dog is Wolfstar coded (The Poets are so into ATYD and like the Marauders lore)

Knox Overstreet is drunk and cries over Chris while listening to Laufey

Being the hopeless romantic he grabs a bottle of something and puts Laufey on loop on Spotify and cries about Chris - Charlie and Cameron in the dorm have to either stuff their ears or actually go and manually shut of Spotify to stop him from crying. Knox proceeds to cry without Laufey and mumbles the lyrics to himself until he falls asleep

Todd Anderson lives for Hozier analysis - Loves The Oh Hellos and The Crane Wives

Todd Anderson is the biggest Hozier fan (DUH). He spent much of his free time sitting down and breaking apart Unreal/Unearth with his copy of the Inferno at his side. Neil and Todd go out to stargaze and they blast The Oh Hellos and The Crane Wives on shuffle and Sufjan Stevens

Meeks has destroyed everyone while playing Monopoly and Among Us

People underestimate him too much - well the joke it on them! He has made Cameron storm off and Todd huddle in a corner during Monopoly. Monopoly Monday is not exactly a thing - but when it is everyone rallies to pin him and Charlie together (who wins occasionally due to dumb luck)

He trolled everyone while playing Among Us and is the last to die.

Pitts collects vinyl records and/or CDs

He is definitely into The Smiths and The Beatles and Queen and he loves to collect records and CDs sometimes for aesthetics - But he is in charge of bringing the playlist to the party cause he is not going to overplay any artist (Knox overplayed love ballads and got together with Todd and cried over glasses of cheap wine). Has the most unpredictable music recommendations, but never disappoints.

Cameron vibes with period dramas

Cameron loves the good period dramas, and has read Austen, Tolstoy and E.M.Forester. Wants to be loved but isn't Knoxious desperate. He loves Downton Abbey and relates too much to Thomas and Mary for obvious reasons. Had a crush on Mr. Darcy at some point but now will not shut up about Alec Scudder from Maurice. Charlie had the brilliant idea of scaring him with a massive paper cut out of Colin Firth's Darcy. What ensued was a two hour manhunt for Charlie Dalton. Cameron still has the paper cut out and the poets have grown to appreciate its presence.

Neil loves Hamilton and Les Mis

That's it - he just does - Loves Lafayette and screams the lyrics of Helpless at any given time - Tried to fancast the poets as the cast - And tries to get everyone to sing One Day More (Knox is almost always Marius and is hella dramatic - Todd and Neil make up the Enjoltaire dynamic - Cameron likes Javert)

The Poets Love the Marauders

Charlie flexes the Sirius James energy but he's such a Regulus to Knox's James, who sees Chris as the literal Lily Evans (they are the folklore love triangle change my mind) . Neil and Todd (Wolfstar in a different font). Pitts and Meeks stan GRANT CHAPMAN and Cameron lives for the Black family line drama. They've all written fanfics or literal poetry about them.

Keating refuses to own a kindle

He loves physical copies of books too much - Cannot fathom the idea of owning a kindle

Charlie loves 80s coming of age films

It's his whole jazz - LOVES FERRIS BUELLER and can and will quote The Monologues in The Breakfast Club. Cried over Stand By Me, and has not recovered.

Neil and Pitts and Meeks love Fullmetal Alchemist

It was Christmas when they read volume 4 and none of them have physically recovered from it - IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW - Todd and Charlie had to make hot chocolate and listen to their ramblings and deal with Knox at the same time (who was crying over Chris yet again)

Chris and Ginny and Todd and Pitts and Charlie are in a band together

Knox wants frontline tickets, and Charlie has the time of his life selling the those tickets to literally everyone else. Todd doesn't sing and refuses to and is the lead songwriter - Ginny is the lead drummer and Pitts plays the keys. Chris is the lead singer and Charlie plays the sax and some random instruments on the side. Neil is the supportive boyfriend and Meeks buys them drinks after, and Knox drinks and pours his heart out to Todd.

Their Hogwarts house results

The Gryffindors - Neil and Todd

The Borderline Slytherin + Gryffindor - Charlie

Nowhere man - Knox Overstreet

Ravenclaw - Meeks

The one true Hufflepuss - Pitts

The mish mash one - Richard Cameron

I had fun with this one

[for-the-love-of-javert]

Stargazing with Javert

[my-yesterdays87]

Garden

Chapter 2 - Stargazing

Javert stood in the shadows of the hedge surrounding the house, the basket of weeds discarded and empty at his feet. His wrist held tightly in his non-dominant hand behind his back, his shoulders straight. Watching Jean Valjean water the patch he had spent all morning weeding. His posture spoke of pain and strength, his face of peaceful thoughts and serenity. Sometimes Javert wished fervently to be able to feel less once again. Not the cold, not the loneliness, but the certainty that he knew his next step without a doubt. Standing here, watching the man, that made his heart light and heavy at once, that made him feel; he didn't know what the next hour would bring. It was a feeling he didn't like very much, but he tried to embrace it. Thus, he took the first step and then another, walking up to Jean Valjean, who was still deep in thought, and didn't even seem to realize when Javert put his arms around him. He was careful to choose his stance wisely, as to not further aggravate the older man's back, but ease some of that weight onto himself. A shiver went through that solid body and Javert held his breath, unconsciously, until Jean Valjean turned his head. His eyes sparkled and his smile lit up the night - and Javert had to suppress a shiver of his own, that such tacky thoughts even came to him. The next moment, he felt Jean Valjean turn in his arms, notice the blanket and bury his face against his shoulder.

Full Fanfiction on Ao3.

[adamsvanrhijn]

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @dnickels. like the last time i did this: i am not sharing all of my wips + nor tagging as many people as i have WIPs because we would be here all day. not even sure i follow enough people. ie i am going to limit it to my tga ones because there are fewer of those.

tooooo many basic bitch lyric titles incoming, INCLUDING at least one that is not even a song i like much but the lyrics spoke 2 me for blorbo, i posted about that one a while ago. i bet you can guess. i used to have good taste idk when i lost it (2020). also several untitled where it took the first lines of the document. such is the way of google docs. this feels deeply embarrassing

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(your love was) handmade for somebody like me

[we were somewhere else]

1.01

1.09

5 times

1875 Adams gives the usher two dollars

at dinner parties i'll call you out on your contrarian shit <3

Boston (like it could be love)

d

drafting

first at oscar's

first meetings

hands

hold me in your humble grace (i can feel the sun on you)

home first time

house hunting

i keep a close watch on this heart of mine

incomplete list of men experiencing "college age man" syndrome

lunch bank holiday

moving in together something something

no working title 1.09

politics etc

post Newport

stargazing

we were a fresh page on the desk (filling in the blanks as we go)

.

he's been in ~europe~

mirror

noisy

Oscar catches him by the wrist, gently

vamp

you could be the one that i love

i can still make the whole place shimmer (i'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror)

"So soon

tagging: @likehandlingroses, @votsalot, @madeline-kahn, @javert, @whartonists, @effervescentyellow, @shortcrust, @sinceremercy, @marschallin, @torturelabyrinth

[for-the-love-of-javert]

Stargazing With Javert 🌌✨🔭❤️

The Milky Way rising above the mountains in Badwater Basin, Death Valley National Park

[elli-s-art]

Stargazing feat. Blushy Javert from Chapter 61 of @autumngracy’s wonderful, AMAZING fic, A Reflection of Starlight ✨

[for-the-love-of-javert]

What would you do with Javert Questionnaire?

If Javert existed today (Javert from The Brick) and you could take trips or share experiences with him in your home country, what you you like him to see/experience?

My Choices, in no particular order other than the order in which the sprang into my mind:

The Northern Lights in Norway/Iceland or Alaska

Disney World

Rome

The Galapagos Islands

Stargazing anywhere in the countryside, literally anywhere in the world

Safari

Les Miserables (Musical)

Travel around Europe

Travel around America

The cinema to watch an old classic

[for-the-love-of-javert]

❤️❤️❤️🌕🌕🌕

Full Moon in May l Rami Ammoun

[being-lion-hearted]

So, I actually did think of a prompt for you (took me some time, but I really like this one now).Because I love the stars at least as much as Javert does, how about him having a nice stargazing night with Valjean? Maybe because one of them couldn't sleep or something?

Polaris (2886 words) by Being_LionheartedChapters: 1/1Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - Schönberg/BoublilRating: Teen And Up AudiencesWarnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsRelationships: Javert/Jean Valjean, Javert & Jean Valjean, valvertCharacters: Javert (Les Misérables), Jean ValjeanAdditional Tags: Post-Seine, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Javert Lives, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Toulon Era mentioned, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Stargazing, Fluff, Domestic FluffSummary:

Based on a Valvert prompt that I received on Tumblr.

Valjean has a nightmare of his time at Toulon that involves Javert, only to wake up to his partner, who tries to comfort him with stargazing and explaining the importance of the stars in his life.

Possible warning for PTSD on Valjean’s side and Toulon era violence, but nothing explicit.

[alicedrawslesmis]

I don't think that stargazing would be a good hobby for post-Seine Javert. Stargazing is too precise and mathematical and doesn't require enough creation. Nor does it require your full time and it would be something inconsistent (depends on weather, can only be at night) and astronomical changes take too long

basically I think stargazing would give him too much free time with his deranged thoughts, and not offer him any way to channel them

the things he realises when he goes 'off the track' is that a) there is an infinity above him and b) that he has a soul (AKA an infinite within) and that's the key for me, he needs a hobby that would generate introspection

If Javert in a post-Seine setting got a hobby it would probably be more like gardening (a popular one, as I've seen) or knitting or even writing poetry (not necessarily good poetry lmao). He could keep a diary as well but I also think he would 100% read novels. Javert would be a huge novel reader. Narrative fiction is usually what lost people cling to to get a sense of stability. Church too but I do not want Javert to go full catholic mode cause no lol.

Also crafting.

[expired-applejuice]

Random things for us the think about

Valjean taking Javert stargazing.

Valjean listening to him talk about the stars and all he knows about it.

Valjean loving the way he talks when he's passionate about something.

Marius teaching Eponine how to write, read, do math and other things.

Joly and Combeferre sharing notes on medical stuff.

Musichetta throwing Joly and Bossuet surprise parties every year. (After the secound year they expected it, but the acted surprised, to make her happy.)

Valvert giving the dad talk to both Eponine and Marius.

Javert: IF YOU EVER HURT HER I WILL FIND OUT ANY CRIME YOU HAVE DONE AND THROW YOU BEHIND BARS!

Jean Valjean: Javert... inside voice.

Cosette would be so embarrassed.

Grantaire taking the boys to museum and they see things used in the American revolution by the French.

Enjolras loving it.

Grantaire sneaks away to look at the art.

Jehan Prouvaire following and writings in his poetry book

Feuilly finds a whole section on Poland

Bahorel had to drag him away.

Courfeyrac teaching Gavroche basic things.

Eponine looking at Courfeyrac as a big brother as well.

Fantine beating the crap out of Felix

The boys cheering.

Valjean screaming "USE THE CHAIR"

The bishop referring.

Javert going to a therapist, via request from his daughter and Valjean

Grantaire holding Enjolras's hand at a rally in town Square and Enjolras loosing his words.

Grantaire then teasing him, "I made The Great Enjolras speechless"

Grantaire being forbidden to go to a rally again

Gavroche introducing the kids he helps to the boys. The boys help take care of the kids.

Grantaire and a few getting angry at those who attempted to hurt them.

Musichetta giving them free food.

[for-the-love-of-javert]

Stargazing with Javert

I never get tired of it and it’s a nice relaxing way to spend time with a much loved bestie. Today we’re cleaning and he’s attacking all the cobwebs that I can’t reach because I’m only little. He calls me his little pocket rocket and I call him long shanks 🤣🤣

[leftoverspagehhti]

Favourite character thing

1. full name: Javert (No, he does not have a first name)

2. appearance: Tall af, pretty much how he looks in the book. No, I do not base his appearance off of a certain actor because I prefer the actual author's depiction.

3. romantic/sexual orientation: Probably women. No specific one.

4. family: parents (probably dead) of which he doesn't like to think abt

5. job/what they're studying: Police spy/officer/detective

6. every single town/city they've ever lived in: Toulon, Montreuil-sur-Mer, Paris

7. extrovert or introvert? I don't really know. I'm gonna say introvert I guess.

8. hobbies: Not very canon but one of my head canons is that he draws every once in a while but not often at all. (No, nothing about stargazing because honestly I don't think brickvert or whatever you guys call him gives a shit about stars)

9. languages spoken: French

10. how they dress on a daily basis: Shirtsleeves and drawers, then gloves, then waiscoat, trousers and belt, then collar and cravat, then jacket, then greatcoat, then hat.

11. favorite color: Purple. Don't ask why. It just makes sense.

12. favorite musical: He was born in 1780. How do you expect him to know any musicals???

13. favorite book genre: Idk Law??? He don't read often because he's dyslexic af

14. favorite animal: Probably cat.

15. favorite sport: Probably running. Idk I guess he chases after criminals.

16. strange obsession: He loves edging himself by playing cat and mouse with every criminal. Also (at least in the book) gets turned on by the idea of eating people.

17. biggest secret: He is not white. But he doesn't tell anyone. (Not a headcanon. Actually canon. He is Romani and if you didn't know that, well, now you do)

18. pets they have/would like to have: If he HAD to get a pet. I think he would get a cat.

Ok that's all bye

[captainenjolras]

Prompt:

Chabouillet getting really protective of Javert when he and Valjean started dating. Like maybe interrogating Valjean and such

Also love your fics they're so darn cute

Aww, thank you! I’ve been waiting to write something involving Javert and Chabouillet’s relationship!

Valjean meeting Chabouillet would either go down great or like the dinner scene from Shrek 2

⚠️TW: mentions of abuse, drunkness and suic*de⚠️

Fight Fire With Fire

It’s not that he wasn’t happy for him, he was just…less than thrilled.

Chabouillet had known Javert for years; since the boy was fifteen. He had found him running in the streets. Since that day, he’d taken him under his wing; he was the one who had given him shelter from a less than terrible home life, the one who had suggested making him a guard at the age of 17, the one who always looked out for him no matter where he was stationed.

He was also the one who had to listen to the boy’s rants about Madeline.

Never had he seen Javert so…distracted. So ditzy. Usually, he was a stern and hard working man; but upon being in Madeline’s presence, he was an absolute dork. He was the one who watched as the young Inspector fumbled over files hours after the interactions; and after the truth was revealed about the Mayor, he was the one who allowed a very drunk, upset and tearful Javert sleep in his spare room.

Maybe that’s why he was so tense about this situation; the whole Madeline incident had felt like a punch to the gut for Javert. Sure, Chabouillet was disappointed as well, but what made him more conflicted was the younger’s emotional distress over the whole thing.

But the past was in the past, and all that mattered was the present. Right?

“Le patron!”

“Javert, mon garçon!”

The Inspector came bounding at Chabouillet, wrapping him in a tight hug. Well! This was new! Once they broke apart, the Chief laid his eyes upon the other man. Valjean.

The man had a shy smile on his face as the oldest of the three surveyed him. He was quite tall, very muscular, had a head of curly hair and neat facial hair, was dressed quite well…

“Hello, Monsieur Chabouillet,” greeted Valjean, hand extended as if to shake the oldest’s own. Chabouillet simply nodded instead.

“Monsieur Valjean.”

The eye contact they held was less than comfortable for both parties, although Javert didn’t seem to notice. He stood in between them both, teeth bared in a wide smile. The height and size difference of the couple was as if a cat had just dragged home a bear.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence for the older two, Chabouillet eventually spoke up.

“Well, come inside!”

Valjean followed gingerly behind Javert, who entered the house as if it was his own. Jean remembered that in a way, it was. The man had practically adopted the Inspector. Did that mean this was their equivalent to “meeting the parents?”

That was exactly what this was going to be, wasn’t it?

“Make yourselves at home,” spoke Chabouillet, acknowledging the coat rack by the door.

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The entire night, Chabouillet studied Javert and Valjean’s interactions. The two acted like lovesick teenagers, although he did notice Valjean eyeing him mistrustfully. He returned the favor. At one point, Jean had wrapped his arm around Javert’s waist. That was Chabouillet’s breaking point.

“Javert,” he interrupted, “I’m very sorry to ask you this right now, but there’s a case file upstairs that I forgot to give to you yesterday! Would you mind just going over it?”

For once, Javert seemed annoyed at having to work. What on earth? However, he agreed and went up to the study room. Once he was a good distance away, Chabouillet turned to Valjean. He looked him up and down, lips pressed in a thin line.

“Nice to finally me-“

“Talk to me, Jean.”

Chabouillet beckoned Valjean to follow him to the dining room. Once they were seated, he spoke again.

“What are your intentions?”

“I’m sorry?”

“What are your…intentions…with Javert?”

Oh, he could tell so much jokes right now.

He chose not to.

“If I have the correct understanding, then my intentions are to make him happy.”

Once again, Chabouillet stared deep into his soul. Well, this was terrifying.

“What do you do for a living, Jean?”

“W-well my good friend owns a shop that I co-own.”

“…How often do you see Javert?”

“We live together, Monsieur.”

“Well what do you two do on your spare time?”

“All sorts of things; we go on walks, read together, garden, watch TV- stuff we did before we were together! We just…do it together now.”

“And what about dates?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Where do you take him on dates?”

“I mean, usually we prefer to stay home; but otherwise we go out for dinner or stargazing- we actually went to this planetarium last week with a huge star dome-“

“Do you listen to him?”

“…I’m not sure I quite understand that-“

“Do you listen to him; does he talk to you? About work? Problems? Feelings?”

“Oh! Yes, actually!”

“Yes to what?”

“Er, all of the above?”

Valjean laughed nervously, face redder than the table cloth he tapped at anxiously.

“…Back to my original question,” grumbled Chabouillet, sitting up straighter than he already was, “what are your intentions with Javert?”

“I-I thought I answered that-“

“Not in the way I wanted you to. What are your plans for the future involving your…relationship; is this some sort of fling? Just casual dating? Serious? What, what is it?”

“I mean, I’d say it’s pretty serious.”

“You’d say it’s pretty serious…do you plan on marrying him?”

At that, Valjean began to choke on nothing. His eyes went wide and jaw dropped.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Do you plan on marrying him, boy.”

“…I don’t know how you want me to answer that-“

“The way you would if anyone else asked!”

“Yes!”

The moment he said those words, Jean slammed his hand over his mouth. Both men peaked out of the room, hoping that Javert wasn’t anywhere near. Thankfully, he wasn’t.

“Yes,” whispered Jean, eyes refusing to meet the Chiefs, “I…I do plan on marrying him…if he wants to, that is.”

“What is that supposed to mean? You’ve never spoken about marriage?!”

“No, no we have- it’s just- we’ll I haven’t quite asked him yet. You know…asked him.”

Oh? Oh. Oooh, ok. He understood now.

Well now he had more of a right to threaten him over screwing this up.

“…I don’t know you, Jean. How am I supposed to know that you’re the right match for Javert?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean- I just met the real you, not Madeline. Do you have any clue how much that whole stunt upset Javert? He loved you. Not just- not admiration love, he loved you; and then you go and pull that- god, I was so mad! If I could’ve gone out and found you myself I would have- and don’t think I won’t do the same now if you ever hurt him!”

“I don’t know how much clearer I could have made it,” started the younger, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, “but I don’t plan on hurting him or letting anyone hurt else hurt him. I…understand you’re skeptic of me, but please…he means the world to me.”

“And how do I know you’re not lying to me? Was it you that saved him from his abusive household? Was it you who took him in, put a roof over his head and clothes on his back? Was it me or you who made him hysterical sob after lying about who they really were?”

“Was it you or me who risked their freedom to make sure he was safe,” growled Valjean, standing now. “Is it your shoulder or my shoulder that he cries into every time he’s had enough? Was it you that sobbed for days because maybe, just maybe, you loved him back to; but you could never tell him! Was it you or me that pulled him out of the damn Seine in the middle of the fucking night-“

“Enough!”

Chabouillet slammed his palm to the table. Valjean, who had just been fuming, was now sitting down again, fear in his eyes.

“Enough, please…I can’t- don’t bring that up.”

The older of the two quietly sunk back down to his seat, mind racing. Perhaps they both went to far.

“…How does he like his coffee?”

Oh…that’s not what Valjean was expecting.

“…With so much sugar it’s a little scary.”

At that, both of them couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Once it died down, Chabouillet looked over at him.

“When he found out you were in the city, he wasn’t very happy. I’ll admit, I thought he was overreacting a bit. Then…after the protests…I don’t know, something seemed to change. When I heard it was you that saved him, I nearly didn’t believe it.”

A tear had fallen down his cheek, but the Chief didn’t seem to care.

“…Thank you,” he started again, “for saving him. He’s…like a son to me.”

“…I can tell from the way you care about him…Please, Monsieur, I apologize if my behavior was a bit rash; my only intentions with Javert are to make him happy. I hope you’d let me.”

Chabouillet went to open his mouth, but just as he did, Javert strutted into the room.

“One of your leads has been dead for years, Le patron. Are you sure she was the person in suspect?”

He really had no clue of the entire conversation that just went down.

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The rest of the night went smoothly; the three of them swapped stories and debates over dinner. Around 9:00, Javert suggested they should head home.

As they were leaving, Chabouillet pulled Valjean aside.

“Monsieur,” started the younger, “I’d like to thank you-“

“It’s- it’s quite alright…You have my permission. And…my blessing.”

It took a moment for Jean to register what he was saying, but once it did, he wrapped the man in a tight embrace.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you- I shouldn’t be hugging you, should I?”

He pulled away, the same anxious smile on his face that was there moments ago.

“It’s…alright. Maybe not- I’d prefer to see how things play out in the future.”

“Understandable.”

“Valjean?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for making him happy…truly happy.”

“…Thank you for making him the man he is today.”

For once, they both shared a less than awkward smile.

“Treat him well.”

“I will.”

Valjean turned to leave, only for Chabouillet to turn him around once again.

“Just know, that if you ever, and I mean EVER, hurt him, I won’t hesitate to find you and make your life a living nightmare.”

“…There’s the Chabouillet I know. Don’t worry, that won’t be necessary.”

“It’s a warning.”

“That won’t need to be enforced.”

“Valjean-“

“I know, I know; you’re just making sure I understand. I do, believe me. I have absolutely no plan on hurting him, or letting anything hurt him for that matter.”

“…Good man. Go, he’s probably wondering where you are.”

“Probably- thank you for dinner, Monsieur.”

“Anytime. Farewell, Valjean.”

“Farewell, Monsieur.”

Chabouillet watched as Jean made his way to the car, kissing Javert on the cheek once he was inside. He made sure they drove off safely before closing the door and turning in for the night.

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It was good to know that the Chief didn’t think him unfit for Javert, although that was the last thought he had at the moment. Looking down, Valjean couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping man he held in his arms. Javert wore one of Jean’s own t-shirts, and had his cheek smudged against the older’s chest. God, he was beautiful.

Jean glanced over at the ring he held in the hand that wasn’t cradling Javert’s back. Soon, he hoped.

Soon.