The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 4
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
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"Mercy," he'd begged. "Please. It's just a little thing. I didn't know."
"A little thing, is it?" Grantaire had mused, and grinned, knowing the flash of his monstrous fangs would be no comfort. "You would take my Rose from me. And what chosette, what little thing, shall I pluck from you in return?"
Everyone knew the man's daughter was named Cosette, just as everyone knew that the mad beast in the house on the hill talked to his cutlery and his furniture and his plants as though they were living people. It had been a joke.
It had been hilarious. It was hardly Grantaire's fault that the townspeople had lost their sense of humor in the years since he'd been cursed ( ... )
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Enjolras took slow, turning steps, following him as he paced around, so he was never at the boy's back. "It's barbaric! You can't demand a man's daughter because he plucked a flower from your garden."
"I may do as I please." Grantaire stalked up, crowding in until he could feel Grantaire's breath on his face. He wanted to know how long his bravado would hold, before his fear took him and he retreated. He wanted to know just what it would take to break him. "Barbarian, you call me." He bared his teeth, and licked his fangs for effect. Enjolras trembled, but held. "I think the barbarians have one up on me, don't you ( ... )
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Grantaire rocked back and stared at the boy, nonplussed. There was no small amount of fear there - he could smell it, coming off Enjolras in waves. But there was strength, too, in equal measure, and bravado, and perhaps a fair dose of foolhardiness, as well.
He has called my bluff, Grantaire thought. And if I fold, then he'll go back to town and tell everyone that I'm nothing to fear, and I'll never get another day's peace so long as I live.
He couldn't think of what else there was to do. So he just grinned, and tried his best to make it look as disquieting as possible. "Good. I accept."
Some small measure of color drained out of Enjolras's face, but he swallowed once and gave another nod, and said, "You will show me to my rooms, then," as brave as anyone Grantaire had ever known.
#He expected it to last a few days. A week ( ... )
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Enjolras was vibrant. Even when his voice dropped low enough that Grantaire couldn't make out the meaning through the wood of the door, he could hear the boy's passion shaking in every word.
He was drunk, and he was tired of sharing a house with somebody and still being lonely. He could hardly be blamed for closing his paw around the door's handle, turning it slowly, easing it open ( ... )
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Enjolras spun and stared at him, his face open with shock, then burning bright again with anger.
"And how do you suppose they'd cart it about, given their current physical limitations?" he continued.
"That's a poor excuse," Enjolras snapped. "They do work for you. They deserve to be compensated. It's no business of yours what they do with it once the money changes hands."
"They are my friends," Grantaire said quietly, scratching a claw against the class bottle. "Their lives are, in fact, my concern."
Enjolras rose from his knees onto his feet in one smooth motion. He stalked toward Grantaire, his hands balled at his sides, his jaw set. "If you believed what you said, you'd pay them a living wage. If you cared about their lives you'd give them back pay for all the years they've worked here uncompensated. Or maybe--" He stalked forward, into Grantaire's space, pushing him back with the sheer force of his presence. "--Just ( ... )
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like with the burning passion of a live volcano
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