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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 6
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10littlebullets wrote in makinghugospin
[Round 6: No vacancy]Official rules/FAQ/Page-A-Mod post is there for reference, but you know how it works by now. Be nice, no kink-shaming, this is not the place to have it out with people who are Wrong On The Internet, detailed lists of kinks in headers are good, no RPF except for historical figures. Link to your fills (complete or incomplete) on the Fill Post. NKMWA = No Kink Meme Warnings Apply; see rules post for details. Mods reserve the right to enforce reasonable standards of conduct even if they are incapable of explicitly enumerating every possible way someone could act like an asshat online.

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The previous round's moratorium on E/R woobification/vilification prompts is no longer in effect, but back-and-forth grudge-prompting will still get frozen if it starts to escalate.

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Check in at Round 7!

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Re: Fantine fix-it - Fill #2, 2/?

Fantine retained her composure as she climbed the first flight of stairs. She wanted to drop to her knees and burst into tears, had wanted to since Favourite had read out the men's letter. She would not, not as long as there were eyes to see.
On the second flight, out of sight of the portress, she was blinking back tears, and she clutched Cosette as if the child were a raft keeping her afloat in some stormy sea.
By the third flight, she could no longer hold them back, and Cosette was squirming uncomfortably in her mother's over-tight grasp. “Mama! Down!” she demanded, and when Fantine only held her closer, “Down now!”
At the foot of the last flight, Fantine gave in and set her daughter down. “Up you go by yourself, then,” and thought it a miracle that she kept her voice steady. The child gave no sign of noticing anything wrong, however, and dashed away on all fours up the steep staircase.

Fantine followed behind her. Her hands no longer occupied, she returned to twisting her hair between her fingers, a nervous habit of long standing (once, as a small child, she had chewed on it instead, but that was hardly becoming and she had broken herself of it as soon as she was old enough to care about such things). She climbed the stairs slowly, with the air of one lost in thought. And she felt lost, indeed, though she could not settle her mind as far as sensible thought, caught up in a maelstrom of confused betrayal and sharp-edged, half-formed fears, barely held together by the purpose she had set herself: get to your room. Then you may weep.

Cosette sat at the top of the stairs, drumming her heels on the wood of the step below as she waited for her mother, with an attitude that clearly said she thought her painfully slow.

Fantine wiped her sleeve sharply across her eyes and hurried up the last few steps. She ruffled her daughter's hair as she came to the top of the steps, fumbling for her key. Her hands were unsteady, her vision blurring, and it took her several tries to fit the key in the lock and push open the door. Cosette rushed past her and into the room as soon as the door opened, scrambling onto the bed and perching herself in the far corner with her doll.

Fantine closed the door behind her, leaned her back against it, slid to the floor and gave herself over to tears.

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