The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 5

[10littlebullets]

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 5 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to

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Homeric Reincarnation AU

[anonymous]

Homeric Reincarnation AU.

Enjolras is Achilles; he's chaste because he figures, hey, sex got him in trouble last time around, so he's learning from his mistakes.

But he figures Patroclus doesn't count. Of course he can still sleep with him. Except he's drunk all the time, ugh, why's he doing that? So not hot.

(Meanwhile, Grantaire thinks Enjolras doesn't remember, or remembers and has suddenly desired to spurn him.)

Canon or modern are both love :)))

Re: Homeric Reincarnation AU

[anonymous]

This is beautiful, anon, and in the interest of disclosure I originally read it, "homoerotic reincarnation AU."

Praying you get a fill.

Re: Homeric Reincarnation AU

[anonymous]

wait that's not the prompt i was lied to

Fill: We are Made of Memories [1/3]

[jayeinacross]

Also posted on AO3.

These incarnations of Achilles and Patroclus are very heavily based on those in Madeline Miller's book The Song of Achilles. The title of this fic is also from a line from that book. After Achilles has been killed, Patroclus is a spirit who is talking to his mother, the goddess Thetis, who says to him, "Have you no more memories?" and Patroclus replies, "I am made of memories." I hope you enjoy this fill

Fill: We are Made of Memories [2/3]

[jayeinacross]

The drink softens the blows, dulling the pain to an ache every time Enjolras’ eyes skim past him but don’t linger, every time they touch then part without words. He loves Enjolras all the more for his passion and his faith, but at the same time, he loathes it, knowing that in this life it will rip him away from the world, just as his indifference in their last parted them the same. He sits in the Musain and watches everyone he cares about plan their revolution, speaking of things that will not be no matter how much they believe, while he knows that they are only going to their deaths

Fill: We are Made of Memories [3/3]

[jayeinacross]

“I am here,” Grantaire murmurs, as they cling to each other. “I knew from the moment I saw you. But I thought that you did not

Re: Fill: We are Made of Memories [3/3]

[anonymous]

This is epicly beautiful. Thank you so much! :D

-op