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    The convict's grubby hands clench into fists. "My name is Lestrade," he says fiercely. "Gregoire Lestrade."

    Mycroft allows a rare smirk to shape his mouth, almost impressed by the audacity. "And I am Mycroft Holmes. I'm going to forget your name within a minute of you leaving this office, 24601. But I wager you won't forget mine."

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    02 Oct 2021

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    Instead of committing suicide, Javert goes on a three-day bender. When Valjean finds him, Javert assumes he's a hallucination. Things proceed awkwardly from there.

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    “Where are you going?” the hallucination asked, which was foolish. Surely his brain knew what Javert planned. 

    “To the nearest--” Javert paused, looked at the recently vacated wine-ship, and amended what he had been about to say. “To the next wine-shop. Obviously I am not drunk enough if you are here.”

    The apparition got to its feet with a wince, as though his mind had ridiculously conjured aches and pains with which to torment Valjean’s specter. “Javert, your words make no sense,” it said, and Javert laughed again.

    “I am making perfect sense.” He touched his pocket where he kept his money, frowned. “I hope you are only a drink or two from going away. I do not know how much more beer I can afford.”

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    19 Sep 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 31

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    The afternoon sun fell in through the window, alighted on Valjean's hair, his broad shoulders; the sliver of waistcoat that was visible gleamed with the golden embroidery at his chest. Valjean's mien was calm and composed as he sat at the desk of fine rosewood, pen in hand, thoughtful and concentrated on his task, and Javert's heart ached with love and that sudden, helpless awareness of how the tableau spread before him made a tension spring up in him that was too alike to standing before a superior at the Prefecture to ever have a place in what unexpected tender intimacy had grown between them.

    Written for the prompt "post-Seine sex where Javert gets his ageold fantasy of being fucked over Monsieur le Maire's desk fulfilled".

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    13 Aug 2021

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    [Edit: I'm currently doing a re-write of this fic - for now it contains haram behaviour that I hadn't thought about while writing. That was a lack of appropriate research. Read if you would like, but keeping that in mind. Might later archive this fic. 28/11/18]

    “My husband is paying more attention to the man at the other table, than to me.” Valjean, whose expression was hidden from the target, winked, before tearing his hand from Javert’s, and standing with a gruff “toilet”.

    The Fake Married Undercover mission we're all craving.

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    12 Aug 2021

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    "You want me to pretend to date you so you can get your boss fired on harassment charges?" Valjean asked incredulously.

    "That was the plan, yes," Javert admitted, not raising his head from his hands.

    "Oh," Valjean said simply. "Then yes, of course I'll go with you."

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    12 Aug 2021