"The thesis of Les Mis is that one act of kindness or mercy can move mountains within a person; Javert gets that at a young age, and everything changes." - @dandelioness (Or: Javert meets Jean Valjean long before Toulon. This and other small changes shape him into a much more human version of himself than fate (or Victor Hugo) would have had him be.)(Javert-centric, eventual JxJV)

Modern Day AU, Enjolras and Eponine. In which Enjolras thinks he's going crazy, and Eponine thinks she's cursed in love. Maybe one of them is right.

a confrontation in the cafe leads to a startling realization. one-shot. rated t for alcohol (cause yknow, grantaire). my first les mis fic so hopefully everyone is in character

New heights of silliness are attained by four mismatched Les Mis favourites; Javert, Eponine, Fantine and Courfeyrac. Follow their escapades through the curious world of Parisian bounty hunting, sprinkled liberally with references to other fandoms.

If Enjolras was the sun, Grantaire would have to think of himself as Icarus—rash, adventurous, and unable to look away from the light that shone into his world.

In which Enjolras falls for Eponine and isn't sure what to do about it.

He wouldn't recall the woman he had arrested all those years ago; if he did, surely he would believe her to be nothing more than a ghost? The blood once staining her mouth had cleared, her hair had once again grown past her shoulders and above anything else, she looked old, exhausted. One-shot.

Javert and Jean Valjean stumble upon a snowball fight during one of their weekly walks.

A forest can sprout from a single seed, after all – even if that seed is a seed of doubt. Instead of throwing himself from the Pont au Change, Javert returns again to Rue de l'Homme Armé to discover for himself how a criminal and a saint can both live in the body of a single man. And again. And again.

Prouvaire and Combeferre have developed a habit of spending Saturday evenings together. One snowy night, they find that they've grown closer than they realized.

Even the most devoted revolutionary has to indulge himself sometimes. Fortunately for Enjolras, he also has very understanding friends. (We don't really get to know anything about the things Enjolras does on his own time, so I decided to assign him An Enjoyment to Be Severe About.)

"Laigle de Meaux, as the reader knows, lived more with Joly than elsewhere. He had a lodging, as a bird has one on a branch." Lesgle goes to stay at Joly's and finds more than he expected there. A friends-to-lovers getting-together fic.

Les Amis tell their stories. T for thematic elements. CHAPTER 2 UP!

Valjean is not sure why he is in a graveyard, of all places. And on Cosette's wedding, of all days. But that is a lie. Valjean knows he owes a stony police chief, his brother, an apology. One last time.

Before the revolution, Combeferre sends a letter to his professor. This may or may not be exactly what he wrote.

A funeral and two girls. NOT SLASH

"One would have said, to see the pensive thoughtfulness of his glance, that he had already, in some previous state of existence, traversed the revolutionary apocalypse", Victor Hugo wrote about Enjolras. What if 1832 was not the last time either, that he made such an experience? After being shot at the barricade, Enjolras suddenly wakes up in Prague, 1968...

A little Les Mis love... which means focusing on Eponine's tragic story. Happy almost Valentine's Day

C'est un recueil de drabbles et d'histoires courtes centrées autour du personnage de Jarvert.

Javert et Jean Valjean tombent sur une bataille de boule de neige lors d'une de leur promenades hebdomadaires.

Sometimes survival is worse than death. AU post-barricade. T for blood, violence, and a whole lot of angst. COMPLETE

"Unsurprisingly, in retrospect, life had taken another turn. How could it have gone unknown? How did Fantine not even suspect?" (Another series exploring what could have happened if Fantine had lived. Not really an ongoing story, but multiple one-shots exploring Fantine's thoughts, feelings and situation. Feel free to leave a review!).

The story of a cow, the wraths of both Enjolras and Madame Hucheloup, and ultimately, how Bahorel got Les Amis de l'ABC temporarily banned from two restaurants in less than twenty-four hours.

Bossuet's bad luck takes an ironic twist. T for the barricade. AU

The breath against her face smelled familiarly of alcohol; it was oddly comforting and she couldn't help but be reminded of the days in which she was nothing more than a care-free teenager wrapped around his finger and not caring because he made her believe he loved her; like he was doing now. And god, didn't he do it well?