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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 2
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10littlebullets wrote in makinghugospin
Since LJ seems to have finally capitulated to the Russian government and is now subject to Russian anti-obscenity laws, I'm not going to take a chance on sudden deletions. The Les Mis kinkmeme now lives at https://lesmiskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/. (Round 2 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to new comments.

Are you talking 1850s, or 1950s? Because I feel that there was a typo.
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ROGUE POST where's prank_writer at >:D
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Javert is actually a werewolf.

Gypsy curse, maybe? Unless you don't want to do that.
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Hope this gets filled--in the meantime, have you seen this one already? http://archiveofourown.org/works/416530/chapters/692340
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Javert/Valjean, Cosette/Eponine
Cosette introduces her girlfriend to her parents. It goes surprisingly well.
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I filled this back on the old meme, page 15 I think :)
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Creepy non-con Thenardier/Valjean.

Because the more I read the book, the more surprised I am that nobody’s ever gone there, especially with the book version of the robbery where he’s got Valjean tied to a chair and rants at him for 10 pages. Including that bit where he smugly observes that Valjean hasn’t screamed for help so clearly neither of them wants the cops there. My mind went to a bad place.

I’m sorry.
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Your mind wasn't the only one that went to a bad place.
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Something involving watersports and drunk Grantaire. Preferably with either Enjolras, Combeferre or Courfeyrac, I don't care if he's the one who gets peed on or does the peeing.
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I am claiming this because apparently I'm going to fill all of the watersports prompts now.
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Some kind of canon AU where Eponine survives and Cosette either doesn't marry Marius or is his widow (but I am fond of the kid, even if he's sometimes a dolt): Cosette/Eponine in the late 19th century lesbian cafe scene in Paris (http://www.english.rfi.fr/node/69863). Bonus for appearances of awesome literary/artistic figures, e.g. George Sand, Marie Dorval, etc.

*big hopeful eyes*
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I would like to read this, too!
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Cosette basking Marius to make love to her to help her deal with the grief of her Papa dying, her crying during it, emotions and such. WeirdfeelingsforPapa is welcome.
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Can we have a movie-verse!Les Amis orgy. Movie-verse because pretty boys I like Marius a lot better in the movie. It can be smut or fluff or angst because everyone dies or an AU where no-one dies and everyone's happy or how they ended up in this weird, dysfunctional relationship between 10 people. I don't really mind, go wherever your muse takes you.
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J/JVJ porn with Javert topping. And handcuffs, because, guys, he's a policeman. This is the perfect opportunity for handcuffs.
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ahhhh yessss top! Javert! Woo, I hope someone's going to fill this.
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JVJ/J Modern!AU

Valjean and Javert run into each other at a gay bar.

Option A: They don't recognize each other, and they use bad pick up lines on each other and flirt terribly and end up doing it in a bathroom stall or something. Later (aka when they are sober or w/e) they realize the other's identity and they are really embarrassed and humiliated the next time they meet. Bonus if Cosette attempts to play matchmaker, even though Valjean is technically still on the run and Javert is out to arrest them.

Option B: They do recognize each other and spend a good couple of minutes choking on their drinks and then swear that it never happened, and they leave. They can't stop thinking about each other, and Javert doesn't have the heart to arrest Valjean again.

Or do whatever. It's 3am I just want them at a gay bar okay. Cosette as a matchmaker is good anytime.
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*staking a tentative claim* Because yeah..
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Genderbend les amis. Any pairing, though I prefer E/R. c: (plus points if both genderbend and smut)
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Grantaire loves to watch Enjolras come undone.

Enjolras is always so poised, so perfectly in control of herself. She should be an actress, Grantaire thinks to herself, watching her speak to the crowds, her clothes so artfully arranged that no-one could possibly mistake her for anything other than a male youth. She is beautiful though, so beautiful that if you were to line up their society and point to the woman in disguise, all fingers would point to her (or Jehan, Grantaire reminds herself, because Jehan could not bare to sacrifice her long hair).

Grantaire raises her glass, calls out to her Apollo, and grins to see the faintest blush on her cheeks as she turns back to her devotees. She only ever calls Enjolras Apollo in public; in her bed, she is always Artemis, the virgin hunter. Not that she is a virgin by any means, Grantaire has made sure of that, but to her knowledge Enjolras has never taken a man to her bed.

Therefore she christians her Artemis, and it is Artemis she whispers against her lover's neck in the dark, pressing soft kisses to softer skin.

If Enjolras is beautiful as a man, then she is handsome as a woman. Her breasts are small beneath their binding, almost non-existent, but Grantaire adores them, and she can spend a lifetime tracing the contours of Enjolras' hidden curves. She thanks high heavens for locked doors, behind which she can worship her goddess in peace.

Enjolras is edgier than usual tonight, concerned for her beloved country and its future as always. Grantaire cares nothing for that, only for the taste of Enjolras' skin under her tongue and how willingly Enjolras parts her legs for her now. The inside of her thigh tastes like salt and musk and desire, and to Grantaire it is both heaven and hell.

Enjolras is talking, talking about her plans for the revolution, and Grantaire isn't listening. She plants kisses between her goddess' legs, sliding her tongue amongst golden curls, and Enjolras' voice hits a higher tone, a tone that Grantaire is convinced is her natural voice, before she decided to live as a man.

She is damp, and Grantaire laps up the delicious wetness, her nails digging ever so slightly into Enjolras' thighs to keep her open. Enjolras is still lecturing away, but her voice is more breathy now, punctured with the occasional gasping whimper, and Grantaire is entirely in love.

She uses her tongue more eagerly now, and Enjolras' fingers are buried in her hair now, clutching desperately as her thighs shudder and her hips buck. She has given up on talk now, saving her words for pleas of exactly how she wants Grantaire to pleasure her, and Grantaire is more than willing to oblige.

Enjolras trembles, trembles harder than she has before, and Grantaire wants to tell her how much she loves her in the moment when Enjolras becomes fully undone.

Instead, she presses a soft kiss to her abdomen and crawls forward until she is on her hands and knees above Enjolras, and her Artemis is gazing at her with the warm glow that only ever resides in those blue eyes after she has succumbed. It is worth all this secrecy just for that gaze.

"I love you," Grantaire whispers as always, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her lover's mouth. Enjolras responds to the kiss, fingers tangled in Grantaire's dark curls, but she says nothing in reply.

Grantaire knows she will never hear Enjolras repeat her words.

For now, she is content to worship her goddess.
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I'll humbly request a classic. E/R. Enjolras, ever the confident, determined figure in most aspects, is on entirely unfamiliar waters when it comes to sex. Fortunately, he is with Grantaire, whose slanted life has made him an experienced lover, and who has spent a great amount of time dreaming of various ways he could please his marble idol without ever believing he'd be given the chance.

I'd like to see a bit of role-reversal here, preferably from Grantaire's PoV, where he takes delight in not being the fumbling one, adores Enjolras' insecurity (and finds it awfully arousing to see a more vulnerable side of the youth) and soothes him through the discomforts while using his experience to make it unforgettable for his beloved idol.

Proud Enjolras is not all that happy about his vulnerable position. Until he forgets to be because R is just that good.

Because first-time sex is adorable.

(No modern AU for this please.)
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This is so hot, sweet and obvious that I can't believe there hasn't been a fic like that yet.
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A fic/drabble with Javert being all gypsy like,perhaps when not on duty.Stereotypes ahoy I know,but I love 'gypsy/romany' Javert. Bonus points if Valjean also features.
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...can bonus points include slash?

cause that's be hot.
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Marius/Cosette/Eponine threesome.
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Marius/Cosette/Eponine threesome fill 1/?

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Oops, I wrote something. Hopefully, there's more to come.

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Éponine was looking for a place to hide. The meeting, in Courfeyrac's rather big place, had turned serious, the Amis were arguing politics in the living room and she was in no mood to listen to them. She stumbled into Marius and Cosette in the wall closet of an empty room.

"Éponine!" Marius whispered, while waving a bottle of vodka. "Come hide here."

Éponine sighed. Being trapped in a closet with the happy couple might not be the best idea, but, there would be alcohol. And no arguing. The only argument those two were be capable of, Éponine thought, would be about each one was cuter.

It was a though choice, but Éponine decided that squeezing between Marius and the wall was the lesser of two evils. After all, it involved being pressed to Marius side. "Pass the booze," she said and took a long gulp.

She took a look around. The closet was rather comfortable. There were a few pieces of clothing hanging to the side and enough light to see Cosette beaming at her across from Marius. Sometimes, Éponine had to wonder if the girl was just that oblivious or just that nice.

"Are they still discussing the economic crisis?" Marius asked.

"Nah, they had moved on to immigration policy by the time I escaped."

"That's a bit harsh, escaped." Cosette giggled and then blushed. "Sorry, I get giggly when I drink. It can be annoying. Sorry." But she still took a sip when Éponine passed her the bottle.

"You're never annoying." Éponine couldn't see Marius face, but it was probably reflecting Cosette's adoring, earnest gaze. She hoped they didn't start making out.

"So, anyone knows any good drinking games?"

Marius turned to her. "Like I've Never?"

"It's Never Have I Ever, and that's only fun with more people."

"I might know something." Cosette sounded hesitant. "We used to play in school."

Éponine raised an eyebrow at her. "Didn't you go to a Catholic school?"

"You don't mean the communion wine?" Marius was scandalized.

Cosette giggled again. "Not after it was consecrated. Besides, it was fun sneaking around like that."

That was why it was so hard for Éponine to hate Cosette. She was nice, with a devious side. In a way, she was more her type than Marius, who had a gentler nature. But that was also what made it so hard to get over him.

Éponine decided to get things back on track. "So, how's this game played?"

"It's not really a game, there’s no winner." Cosette hesitated, suddenly shy. "Basically, you have to kiss everyone in the room for every sip you take." Marius and Éponine stared at her. Cosette shrugged and continued, "Like this." She took a small sip of vodka and gave Marius a short peck in the lips. Then, she leaned over him and did the same to Éponine.

Éponine licked her lips. She wanted to say something witty, but her mind was blank.

Marius was the first to speak. "Didn't you go to an all-girls school?" he said, slowly.

Cosette looked up at him. Instead of answering, she simply handed him the bottle. Marius stared at it.

Éponine also stared. She wasn't sure what would be worse, Marius drinking or Marius not drinking. She could feel her heart beating fast and loud and she had to remind herself to breathe.
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Everyone knows Grantaire and Enjolras are dating...except Enjolras.
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(A small mini fill in Modern AU, if you don't mind. c:)

If It's Love (1/2)

"Something is wrong."

Grantaire looks up from his cup of coffee to see Enjolras staring at him intently. He sighs as he places his cup down and adjusts himself to face the man in front of him. "And why must you say that, Apollo?"

"Everyone keeps staring at us." Enjolras says, eyeing everyone who is indeed staring at them. "And Courfeyrac is at another table when he should be sitting with us and discussing with me the next protest." Enjolras grits out the last words, obviously irritated because he wants the protest to happen and he needs Courfeyrac's cooperation with it. He's been planning it for months now.

Grantaire merely shrugs one shoulder at the blonde. "Perhaps he had something to do?" Grantaire suggested, though he knows Enjolras isn't going to accept that.

"I'm not going to accept that!" Enjolras exclaims and refrains himself from waving his arms irritatedly. "This protest is important! It might just make us finally have the rights to-"

"Excuse me, sir."

Both Grantaire and Enjolras look up to see the female waiter arrive with a tray of pastries. "Your orders for macarons and eclairs are ready." The woman smiles at them as she bends down to place the plates on their table.

"Uh, thank you." Enjolras smiles simply at her.

"So, how long have you two been together?" The girl asks as she holds the tray with both hands and converses with them as if it's the normal thing to do. Grantaire spurts out a bit of the coffee he was drinking and Enjolras merely blinks at the girl.

"Excuse me?"

"Come on, don't try to hide it." She assures him. "Gay relationship are completely fine around these parts of France!" Enjolras continues to stare at the girl as if she grew another head. Grantaire has been silent for a while, but his cheeks are slightly pink.

"Oh no, I'm sure you've been mistaken. We," He gestures at the space between him and Enjolras. "Are not dating." Enjolras pretends not to notice the crestfallen look on Grantaire's face. It's just his illusion, anyways. The girl merely stares at Enjolras and then at Grantaire and back at Enjolras and back as if it were a tennis match.

"Oh." She says, completely flustered. "I-I'm sorry. It's just that you guys looked really close and-" She stiffens. "Forget it. Uh, enjoy your treats." She hurries away and Enjolras watches her as she hides behind the counter from embarrassment.

He won't even comment on how Grantaire is practically murdering his eclair to get a slice.

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