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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.

Javert/Valjean -

Using the rosary Valjean gives Javert as anal beads.
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OH MY GOD YES.
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Sooo I claim this kink meme post in the name of Javert being the one to make Valjean come in his pants.
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hmmm... I'm thinking I may try it with an adaptation of this scene from Hugo:

http://www.chanvrerie.net/outtakes/madeleine.html
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I hereby begin this round with the prompt:

Eponine really, really likes crossdressing, but she likes it best when she's pegging someone.
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Jehan/Bahorel
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Inspired by a tumblr post: "Much as I love picturing jehan as this adorable waifish little romance poet, wouldn’t it be great if he was a REALLY BIG NATURALLY MASCULINE romance poet. Like this is jehan prouvaire HE COULD BREAK YOU WITH ONE HAND but he would never because he is a gentle soul who joined our cause for the women and children and wishes pain upon no man. He’d like to write a poem about your eyes would that be okay with you."

Because its swiftly becoming my headcanon. Tall, burly Jean Prouvaire who just wants to help and write poetry and (perhaps slightly smaller and lither than average fan-depiction for reasons of ironic size difference??) -Bahorel who doesn't want to work at anything unless its fucking shit up. This pairing and the lack of it will be the death of me I swear.
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i am the slowest ever but I AM STILL ON THIS
(not that someone who isn't pathetic couldn't fill it TOO, but jsyk you will get this eventually regardless <3)
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Javert/Valjean - Equilibrium crossover.

Javert is a grammaton cleric. Valjean is a sense offender.
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SO FUCKING ON THIS HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS
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CAUSE I FEEEEEEEL....like this could actually work, crossover/fusion with Psycho-Pass.

Is Valjean an Enforcer? Is he living in the shadows and somehow avoiding checkpoints? Did his Psycho-pass/CC/hue somehow fix itself to a ridiculous degree and the system just isn't equipped to deal with that? I mean, Javert would probably have a Gino-like background.

....Admittedly, this should probably wait for the damn thing to finish airing.

Hi, new page.
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TIME FOR THE CHRISTENING.
One of the amis has far too much to eat and finds themself with a noisy, upset tummy in the middle of the meeting. One of the boys leads him back to his apartment. Cuddles and belly rubs ensue.
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Tried to stay to the prompt with E/R as well as I could. I hope this will suffice
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It was a well-know fact that Grantaire preferred to spend whatever money he had on drinks. It was also well-known that Enjolras spent many a night carrying - more like dragging - him home to help him recover. "Recovery" was meant more as Enjolras lecturing Grantaire about how the revolution was far more important than how many bottles of wine he could down in a single meeting. Instead of listening to what Enjolras actually said during these lectures, Grantaire just took Enjolras' wasted time as naptime.

So it was quite odd when one day instead of going for the first red wine he saw Grantaire went for a platter of bread and cheese. No one typically ate during Enjolras' meetings, but then again no one typically drank but Grantaire either. Being characteristic of himself, Grantaire then started drinking. Not even Courfeyrac had the patience to figure out what was actually in the bottle. Most of the time this wouldn't bother Grantaire, for he preferred to be left alone, but today that was not a fulfilling feeling. Today he wanted to feel like he was a part of something.

So when Enjolras' "important" meeting (Enjolras thought every meeting was of dire importance) was interrupted by Marius' sauntering in and late talking dreamily about some girl, he just had to pounce on the chance to make fun of him.

"Do you even know her name?" he jested. Marius fell silent and Grantaire could not help but burst out laughing. "Oh god! You don't, do you?" He found it increasingly difficult to hold back his laughter until Enjolras stalked over impatiently and sat himself down where they were.

"Grantaire, why is it always you I end up chastising? You know what I'm going to say, I've said it a million times!" His tone was harsh and everyone began to cower in their seats. "And Marius, most of us enjoy your presence here, but quite frankly when it comes to you girl problems, no one really care." He turned so that he could face both of them at the same time. "I'm not sure if either of you understand the gravity of our situation! We are going up in arms again the National Guard and we cannot have men dying because they can't keep their mind off of another pretty face in the street!" Marius and Grantaire each opened their mouths to protest, but neither made a sound. "With that settled," Enjolras huffed, "get you priorities straight."

Enjolras got up and walked to the front of the room where he could better lead the meeting. Marius looked down in the table in shame and traced out shapes with his forefinger, while Grantaire turned to the food and drink he had earlier purchased. He began to nibble at it, realising that if his mouth was full he couldn't make any more comments and then Enjolras couldn't be upset with him anymore. This turned out to be a terrible decision.
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Les Mis, magical realism. The subtler, the better. More Charles de Lint than JK Rowling.
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this is such a wonderful prompt and i just want you to know, so im joining you in non-anon land for the moment.
i love magical realism so so much.
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AU of Javert's suicide based on this gorgeous art.

Bonus points for h/c, and emotionally/morally!overwhelmed Javert.
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That piece of art is so beautiful I can't even find adequate words to express! Valjean's hair! And uniform! And the only colour in the piece is Javert's blood....so sad. He deserves a nice, long fic to make him all better. Me am a very terrible writer, but would really, really, really love whoever decides to do this. I'll even give you my first kiss.
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Les Amis in Bordertown, Castle Pup to be more specific. I have had a crazy craving for this. I doubt this will get written, but I would prefer E/R as a pairing. Maybe Courfeyrac/Jehan. I just want someone to work at elsewhere. Maybe Enjolras lobbies the other amis to help rebuild castle pup. Please, I am begging.
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I wish so badly that I could fill this. FAVORITE BOOKS!!! I can just see how they'd all fit into the society there. (Cosette comes down from the Hill?)
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I'd like a fic where Enjolras is...well, less mentally stable than he is in the Brick. As in, he believes that he's actually the child of Apollo. Not so that he's locked away in a madhouse, but he's certain of it, and certain that even if he doesn't have any amazing powers, he's still very very special and destined to bring forth a new Apollonian era in France and in the world.

The Les Amis ABC are his little cult. Most of them have an idea that he's sort of weird and charismatic and has odd moments where he lapses into saying weird mystical things, and that his revolution is nebulous and crazy idealistic, but they're still all for it. Only Grantaire has been entrusted with the knowledge of Enjolras's "real" identity. And Grantaire, who has nothing to really believe in, believes that Enjolras is who he believes he is and that this destiny is real. Or, at least, he tries very hard to believe. Because if Enjolras didn't have one person who believed this and believed in him, Grantaire doesn't know what Enjolras would do. And that's scary.

I would be very happy with anything from straight-up gen to porny porn porn.
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someone please do this! Pleeeease!
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Make Enjolras cry.

That's it.

That's the prompt.
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Jehan putting flowers into everyone's hair. More specifically, Courfeyrac's.
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Other than Joly, who is convinced that somehow, being outside in the country is going to kill him, and Bossuet who Joly has talked into staying inside with him, the former revolutionaries are spread out in the grass under a tree. Gavroche is actually in the tree, somehow balancing on the high branch with only one hand, - his other arm in a sling, the bullet wound finally starting to heal. He swings his legs in front of him and whistles a jaunty tune.

Under the tree, Enjolras is sitting, leaning against the trunk. He's still weak from his ordeal at the barricades and the injuries he sustained there, but he too is starting to recover. He has a book open in front of him, balancing it carefully with one hand as he reads. His other hand is running gently through Grantaire's hair as the other man sleeps peacefully, head pillowed in his lap.

On the other side of the tree, Bahorel and Feuilly are sitting side by side, chatting idly. Feuilly has a book in front of him, but is too busy giving Bahorel his full and rapt attention as the other man relates a tale of drama and romance that Feuilly knows to be fiction but listens to all the same.

In the grass, just resting in the shade of the tree, are Combeferre, Courfeyrac and Jehan. Courfeyrac, like Grantaire, is fast asleep the warmth of the afternoon having made him drowsy, his face pillowed on his folder arms. Combeferre has his nose in a book, occasionally making notes in a second book at his side. Jehan is picking the daisies that are growing in amongst the green grass and is weaving them into a chain. An idea seems to strike him, and he picks up a flower and twines the long stem into Courfeyrac's hair. Combeferre looks up to rest his eyes, and lets out a low laugh. Jehan shushes him, he doesn't want Courfeyrac to wake up just yet.

By the times Courfeyrac does wake, his hair is a garden of flowers and leaves. He sits up, looking around in confusion at the daisy he can barely see dangling at the edge of his field of view. He puts a hand up to his hair and discovers the extent of his decoration. Jehan smiles guiltily and points to Combeferre.

"He didn't tell me not to." Was his only defense.

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I hope this is okay!
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something like this was prompted on round one but to my knowledge has never been filled:

enjolras is a cumslut of epic proportions, he wants the amis' lovejuice on him and in him. i want a completely fucked out enjolras

ony that way will the revolution succeed....obviously
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Enjolras starts dating Grantaire in the hopes of turning that devotion to him into devotion to Patria. It works and Grantaire leaves him for France.
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"France," Enjolras whispers the name with a religious zeal, and it's like the sun shining through the clouds on the darkest of days. "France is the perfect mistress."

Grantaire, eyes covered with Enjolras' cravat and hands tied securely to the bedpost, is paying more attention to the touch of his golden Apollo's hands as they move across his bare chest than his words. But he listens, because it is Enjolras' voice, and he worships that voice above all others.

"France is wild, untamed," Enjolras continues in the same lowered voice, fingers curling in Grantaire's chest hair, and Grantaire shivers. How long has he dreamed of Enjolras touching him this way? It seems too long.

And yet he knows that Enjolras is only doing this because he in turn longs for his France, his Patria, and she is not yet within his grasp. Jealously stirs deep within his soul, but he continues to listen as Enjolras' thumbs brush over his nipples, resulting in a soft moan of wanting. He doesn't want this teasing, but if this is what Enjolras wants, he will take it, and he will be grateful.

"France is a warrior. France is willing to be possessed,to be taken, but she will not give up without a fight," Enjolras murmurs, and Grantaire wants to reply and say "Yes, yes, that is all fine and well, but I would rather be the one being possessed here." Instead he bites his tongue.

He should love to be unrestrained, to kiss that beautiful mouth, to push him back on the bed and fuck him into the mattress. He wants sex, not a lecture. But if it is a lecture he has to endure to gain Enjolras' love, than he shall. He closes his eyes underneath their blindfold, reveling in his Apollo's closeness, the slightest touch of his lips to Grantaire's jaw. "France shall love you until you die," Enjolras murmurs, his breath warm on his cheek.

And that sentence stirs something different within Grantaire.
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