les miserables

WELL this has been in the works (even as kinda only an idea) for roughly i don’t know THREE YEARS? So I promised myself I’d post it tonight.

Title: Sherlock Holmes and the Judge of Souls
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes/Les Miserables
Rating
: PG13 probably (there’s nothing worse here than in either book)
Characters:
Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Grantaire, Grantaire’s sister, Enjolras
Summary:
At the turn of the nineteenth century, Holmes and Watson are called to
France to investigate the case of a man who died in the 1832 riots.

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Enjolras started braiding her hair, secretly pleased at the way Grantaire was looking at her. (Am i late for the sentence meme???) -googoodreamers

“You have but one flaw, my lady,” said the other woman. “You are vain.”

“Think you so?” asked Enjolras, putting down her hairbrush.

“Yes,” said Grantaire, “but you have every reason to be.”

les amis as people ive served at work

fa-ee:

inspired by @grantairelibere !!
joly: used their inhaler during the transaction but refused any help, informed me they dont need a bag because they dont use plastic
combeferre: spent half an hour discussing dozens of classic novels with me, seemed entirely unaware of his own astronomic attractiveness. shook my hand before leaving. instead of exchanging numbers, we gave each other reading lists. (please come back)
jehan: asked to see our books on greek mythology. wanted to see the ‘gory stuff for my song lyrics’
courfeyrac: came in with his friend after spending the day shopping, told me they’d intended to see the hadron collider but kept getting distracted. told me jokes while i restocked the shelves, because they didnt actually want to buy anything, they were just waiting for their friend who had accidentally (????) gotten on a bus after lunch
bousset: the friend that accidentally got on the bus
bahorel: the 6′2 individual who scowled at me until i asked if he needed help- he asked me to help find bob the cat’s biography and thanked me very enthusiastically when i did
enjolras: didnt say a word to me as he purchased the communist manifesto. just steady eye contact, and didnt even respond when asked if he was a loyalty card holder or if he wanted a bag. im not sure what he was trying to communicate but it was effective
grantaire: stayed in our tiny arts section for two hours, sitting cross legged on the floor, reading as much as he could
marius: came in with his (apparently long suffering) girlfriend and asked me to find a 10+ year old book about a child in ancient egypt without parents, that he couldnt even remember the name of. apologised for being difficult often, and ended up buying the percy jackson books
feuilly: asked me for help so their anxious friend wouldnt have to 

BONUS
montparnasse: came in in a perfectly tailored blacker-than-black suit, hair dyed half blond half brown and in a pony tail and bought his partner a biography about an obscure foreign model
valjean: managed to look fond and loving even while dragging his (previously lost) daughter away from the YA section

doeskin-pantaloons:

@amour-de-tous told me to embrace the sads, so I did.

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Found in the pocket of his scarlet waistcoat, run through with a bayonet.

My mistress resides at No. 14 Rue Sainte-Geneviève, my family at Bouniagues. Take to the former the news of my death, and to the latter my body. Tell them I remain theirs,

Joachim Bahorel

Never a lawyer

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Here lies Jehan Prouvaire, son of Madame Camille and Monsieur Mathieu Prouvaire of number 41 L’Hospitalet, Rocamadour. Bear my corpse to they who bore me.

Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda.

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Found neatly folded in his pocket-book on the morning of the 7th of June by Musichetta, who knew him among the wreckage by the bald man by his side.

This is the body of M. Joly. Please bring word of my death to Mlle Musichetta, Rue de la Fontaine No. 9, and to M. and Mme Joly, Rue Jacques-Laurens No. 38, Montpellier. My body I donate to the Polytechnic.

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Found on a body slumped against a wall opposite the Corinthe.

Carry news of my fate to any who survive under the following names, to be found in the Café Musain, Rue Saint-Michel: Citizens Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Prouvaire, L’Aigle, Joly, Bahorel, or Grantaire.

Honoré Feuilly

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Found in a sealed envelope in the remains pocket of what was perhaps a well-tailored coat.

My name is Aurélien Courfeyrac, my family home that of Monsieur de Courfeyrac of Rue des Peupliers no. 18, Saint-Gaudens. Send word that I would be buried in Paris alongside any of my comrades who wish the same.

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Found folded between the pages of an ink-stained notebook, in the pocket of a blood-stained apron, untainted.

Please return my body to my mother and sisters in Bordeaux, Rue d’Artagnan, No. 12.

Julien Combeferre

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Pieced back together by an officer of the National Guard, who ensured his wishes were carried out.

Bury my body in Paris, and send word to M. and Mme Enjolras, Rue Bienvenu, No. 89, Marseille.

Alexandre-Michel Enjolras, native of Marseille, citizen of the Republic.

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