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“You do understand that would entail having to suffer my presence on a daily basis, whether you wanted to or not.”
A smile tugged at Valjean’s lips, all the more despicably fond for the blush still on his cheeks. He raised Javert’s hand to his lips to press a kiss to the backs of his knuckles. “I’m certain I could bear it.”
[Valjean makes a proposition, and Javert accepts.]
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11 Jul 2026
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There is no conceivable reason why a week-long vacation with Valjean and his family should be anything less than a tiresome obligation. Javert can scarcely imagine why he ever would have agreed.
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10 Jul 2026
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This last book laid into place on the proper pile, Javert raises his gaze to Valjean’s. "Your library," he says, in the crisp tones of judgement that only a police inspector could hope to intone, "is an affront to the very concept of order."
[Javert reorganizes Valjean's library. It is easier said than done.]
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10 Jul 2026
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Javert threw up his hands. “You accosted me. Inappropriately. In the car.”
This time Valjean succeeded in keeping his face neutral, though the smile threatened to bubble up all the same. “I was under the impression you enjoyed my inappropriate accostments.”
“‘Accostments’ is not a word,” Javert said. Was he blushing? “And I enjoy them well enough—when they do not take place in a moving motor vehicle .”Bookmarked by Shrangle
08 Jul 2026
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as water wears the stone by Ias for Nuizlaziai
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
03 May 2019
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Valjean does not ask, for he knows what Javert’s answer will be. Neither does he inform Javert of his intent, for it requires no leap of imagination to imagine the man’s reaction: his wild words, perhaps an attempt to throw something. And so it is that, when Valjean steps into the room with a heavy basin of steaming water held in his hands—he had asked his housekeeper to heat it, and yet knowing the nature of Javert’s complaints, had insisted on bearing it up himself—Javert raises his head from the sweat-stained pillows which have become his prison these past weeks, curls his lip in distaste, and says, “You presume too much.”
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08 Jul 2026