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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 4
party like it's 1789
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 4 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to new comments.


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Harry Potter AU: Les Amis encounter boggarts.
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*aggressively pitches tent*
There's so much potential in this prompt!
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Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (1/2)

(Anonymous)
Sorry if this isn't what you wanted! And I didn't get to all the Amis, so it may not be quite, er, right for you. But I did my best with what little I know of the other Amis. ¬_¬

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It's all fun and games until someone lets the boggart out.

Which was not, if he was honest, something Grantaire had ever thought he'd say in his life.

He's self-aware enough to stay well enough away from the boggart, though Defence Against the Dark Arts is his specialty, and he knows the counter-curse to a boggart well enough to deal with the damn thing - if he could think of one single thing that made his worst nightmare funny enough.

He can't. He'll let Enjolras take this one; he'll be asking the most important question.

"Marius, why in the name of Merlin do you have a boggart in the wardrobe of your spare room?"

Marius spares him a glance from where he's watching, pale-lipped, a Dementor suck the soul out of Cosette. Bizarrely, Cosette is also watching - she looks a little dazed. Possibly, because Marius' idea of Cosette is more than a little radiant.

"It's an old house," he says defensively. "I didn't know it was there, Grandfather must have hidden it there when he couldn't get rid of it. Aha! Riddikulus!" And suddenly, the Dementor is serving Cosette tea.

Enjolras steps forward. "I've got this one," he said confidently, and the Dementor sniffs the air, just like a real one. Grantaire shudders - Jehan shifts a little behind Bossuet.

Then suddenly, the Dementor isn't there any longer, and Grantaire looks around to see what his leader's worst fear is. He knows he shouldn't - it's intrusive and wrong, and he's at the back of the room so that no one will see his worst fear. But he admits to some curiosity.

There's a newspaper on the floor, which Enjolras glances it, before flicking his wand lazily. (Grantaire saw the words "Revolution" and "laughing-stock", which is amusing in its own right - Enjolras would rather die than be laughed at, it's official.) "Riddikulus!" And then there's a wireless, talking about Minister Fudge's ridiculous taste in bowler hats, which puts a gentle smile on Enjolras' face.

Joly is the next to step up - they're all hoping to force the boggart back into its cupboard, but so far, none of them had riddikulus'd it hard enough. Joly's powerful, though - he might be able to do it, Grantaire thinks hopefully.

But then the wireless disappears and is replaced by a stinking, rotting, animated corpse, all pustules and rotting flesh. "Oh - oh god, I-" Joly sounds like he's going to be sick, and Grantaire doesn't blame him; even Enjolras has taken a deep breath against nausea.

"Think, man!" Enjolras commands, and Joly musters himself enough to mutter a riddikulus that doesn't work, until Courfeyrac steps forward to put a hand on his shoulder. Grantaire doesn't know whether Joly takes comfort from Courfeyrac's usual cheerfulness, or just the knowledge that someone else is there, but his next riddikulus does the trick - the corpse is being berated by Madame Pomfrey, their old matron at Hogwarts, and led away with a ludicrously chagrined expression on its not-face.

But then it pauses, and Grantaire knows instinctively that it's going to be bad when Courfeyrac steps forward, wand held steady. There are things even those as enthusiastic and dedicated as Courfeyrac - especially as enthusiastic and dedicated as Courfeyrac, the cynical part of his mind whispers - cannot deal with, and the Boggart will pick up on the worst of them.

He's moving forwards before he even realises it, because his worst fears aren't bad enough warrant Courfeyrac's heartbreak, and he's just in time - the boggart latches onto him almost instantly. Gavroche's tiny, broken body disappears, the expression of terror and agony on his face vanishing as the Boggart transforms and disappears.

For a moment, there's silence - the boggart is nowhere to be seen. The friends look round, and just as the relief is starting to break out on every face, there's a low, sibilant whisper.
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

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Just as useless as your father said you would be, it says. Worthless, it says. Never worth the time it takes to deal with you, it says. And Grantaire closes his eyes, because he, at least, knows that it's talking to him, even as the other friends look between each other, each of them wondering which of the rest of them it could be talking to.

He tries to whisper the charm so they'll never know. "Riddikulus," he says quietly, but the voice just laughs.

Even basic spells don't work for you, it tells him. You're nothing. You'll never be anything. Barely a wizard, a mere carnival magician, not worth anyone's time, worse than a Squib. You can't believe in anything, can you? So who could believe in you?

It's worse than Grantaire thought it could be; it's speaking in Enjolras' voice.

The friends are still looking between each other, and Grantaire takes a little strength from his friends' fear. He might be everything the voice is telling him - oh, he probably is, he's known that for a long time - but he can at least spare them this much.

There's certainty sitting in his bones as he raises his wand this time. "Riddikulus," he says, every syllable sure and clear, and the voice falters, chokes, delivering its next words in a halting falsetto that brings a grin to most people's faces. "Riddikulus," he says again, and something black and liquid shoots into the cupboard and slams the doors. "Colloportus," Grantaire adds for good measure, and then turns to face his friends.

Combeferre is the first to recover. "Load of old rubbish," he says stoutly, pulling Grantaire in for a hug - which breaks the ice holding everyone else back. THere's a puppy-pile of ex-Hogwarts students, all of them eager to tell Grantaire how untrue the boggart was, how well he did the Riddikulus charm, how proud they are of him.

"Well," Bossuet says finally, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not sleeping in here. Marius? Any other options?"

The friends troup out, leaving Enjolras and Grantaire in the room together, alone. For a long moment, Enjolras just stares at him. "That was my voice," he says finally.

Grantaire feels a little defeated. "I know. Sorry."

"No, no - don't be," Enjolras says awkwardly. "It's not - you shouldn't-" he breaks off, irritated. "I don't think that at all," he says instead, and Grantaire's answering smile is just a little lopsided.

"Doesn't matter if you think it, Merlin," he says, aiming for teasing and missing by a mile, heading straight into 'painfully honest'. "It's my worst fear."

Enjolras looks torn for a long moment. "I don't think that at all," he says finally, and Grantaire looks at him again.

"Thank you," he says.

Enjolras' expression doesn't change for a full beat - then he's pulling Grantaire into a hug. "You infuriate me," he tells him, into his hair. "And irritate me, and you question everything about me. And I would never have you any other way."

And Grantaire hugs him back, taking a little comfort where he can. There is no cure to fear - like a Boggart, you could only hide them away and hope no one ever saw them - but for now, it's enough to have Enjolras there with him. Grantaire, coward, cynic, budding alcoholic, is brave when Enjolras is with him.
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

(Anonymous)
SA - I have no idea who this Bossuet character is. ¬_¬ Sorry! Just pretend it says Bahorel.
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

(Anonymous)
anon, this is SO GREAT!!!!!!!!! seriously, it's emotional and lovely.
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

(Anonymous)
Writer!anon: Thank you! :D I'm really glad you liked it; it's my first Les Mis fic. ¬_¬ I was super nervous!
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

(Anonymous)
This was so lovely and heartbreaking and just wonderful.
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

(Anonymous)
Writer!Anon - The sound of glee I just made at getting your comment is impossible to render in text. :D Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it.

I might be brave enough to de-anon now. *ponders*
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

(Anonymous)
ohh my heart skjfbskdf this was beautiful, author!anon<3
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed. (And this is clearly preaching to the choir, but it's cleaned up, de-anoned and reposted here, should you be interested. :P Thank you again! I'm really happy you liked it.)
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

(Anonymous)
This is beatiuful, great job! :D
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Re: Fill: Sliding Scale (pre-slash, E/R) (2/2)

Thank you so much! I'm so pleased you liked it. :P (As I said to the anon above, this is preaching to the choir, but it's also here on AO3, should you be interested. :P)

Thanks again!
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