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Would Javert ever be a different kind of officer? Like a conservation officer?

    In Montreuil sur Mer, Javert was an officier de paix (peace officer). Literally, he kept the peace, but only because it was his job. I'd like to dream up different AUs and scenarios where Javert could be a different type of officer, but I really don't think that it would be the case if we stuck to strict canon-personality Javert.

    The main reason why I think this would be the case is, as Hugo said, Javert was given the 'unpleasant but useful' tasks, which basically entails anything his superiors need him to do. If he was an officer of a more specific field (such as conservation) he'd be extremely displeased and would shift to something more general.

    There's also a need that Javert has to accept orders from his superiors. I think he has very little self direction (granted, he has lots of determination) but he is certainly the kind that needs to take orders from people. Only people he deems worthy, which are a select few, but he listens to them nonetheless.

    I also think that there's a people element involved? I'm not saying that the other types of officer positions would leave him isolated, per se, but I feel like his interactions as an officier de paix are the few interactions that he has with people (outside of the Prefecture). Even though Javert is clearly a solitary man, one can never really go without human interaction. It keeps him sane.

    I think that's all I can really say about that. I'll tag themanofonebook in case they want to add anything?

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For every ☼ in my inbox, the muse has to tell you a fact about the mun.

    Javert furrowed his brow, rubbing the small beard that stubbled his chin thoughtfully. “You, a revolutionary, wants to know about the insane person that I have to put up with every day? It was my understanding that the way it worked for giving and recieving information was slightly… opposite, but never mind.

    “Well, then! The mun is an odd person, indeed. They have… many portraits of me about their room. Also, they have a — a plush doll, stars and maps and — ” Javert shook his head, closing his eyes momentarily and massaging his temples with a gloved hand. “Far too much to take in at once.”

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"I don't feel pretty enough for him."

Meme

    Silence befell the room, even if only for a moment. Javert opened and closed his mouth a few times, each one an attempt to start his sentence again, yet nothing came out. Then, after what felt like minutes, he said, “Monsieur, you do realize that this is the Prefecture of Police, correct? We are not here to solve your... personal problems.”

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Meme  ☻ — Hugs

    Javert isn’t a hugger. He can’t be. Certainly not. Years as an Inspector had hardened his heart to stone, and to wrap one’s arms around another and close one’s eyes was merely a display of the utmost weakness. What’s more, why on Earth would anyone ever want to see such a public display of affection? Surely, it was vulgar, somehow, to be caught doing that?

    Yet, when he saw Jean, standing before him with his bright eyes, soft smile and stature of such elegance that seemed the very definition of beauty and modesty, his heart seemed to skip a beat every time. When Javert hugged, it was confident and sure, as he was with everything he did. Strong arms wrapped around Jean — who seemed surprised every time.

    In this state, the Inspector was content to stay forever. He breathed in the other’s scent, nuzzling into the soft fabric of Jean’s chest. Each hug lingered, and seemed to say ‘You’re mine. Forever; and that’s a promise.’ Wrapped in a close embrace, all Javert’s negative thoughts about the action seemed to dissipate altogether, leaving only himself and Jean.

    No, Javert wasn’t a hugger. He couldn’t be, right?

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For every ☼ in my inbox, the muse has to tell you a fact about the mun.

    “You want a fact about my human? Okay!” Javert's eyes lit up, bright blue irises sparkling with silent laughter. He stepped back and suddenly furrowed his brow, thinking hard. “Well, you certainly do know a lot about my human, mon amour. Perhaps — oh! My human has a collection of mouthwash.” Proudly, Javert grinned, displaying the various bottles of mouthwash that sat on the desk behind him. In total, there were four large bottles of Listerine. “See? What did I tell you?” With a laugh, Javert flung his arms around his husband happily.

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"I feel like I'm going to puke."

Meme

    With a grimace, Javert stared at the man. “Fine, but don't do it here. Anywhere else, that's fine.” Truth be told, he had just polished his shoes, and didn't want them to get soiled, especially so soon.

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(Get fucknig memed) "Papa, come on." Pierre tugged his father's sleeve, trying to get him to wake up. "I'm gonna drive you home. Wake up."

My muse is sleeping at the bar, an empty drink in their hand. How do you wake them up?

    A groan escaped from Javert’s lips as he felt a pulling sensation at the fabric of his shirt. Bleary eyes gazed upwards towards Pierre, as he attempted to focus his vision on the boy’s face. His throbbing head suddenly brought him back to reality as he attempted to stand.

    “Pierre? What... what day is it?” The Inspector was completely unsure as to how long he had been passed out at the bar. In recent days, drinking had seemed to be the best way to forget all of his problems. “Did Frederick come back?”

    Frederick. That name had been the source of all his drinking. The doctor had left him with hardly more than a small note, stuck to the refridgerator door. Ever since then, Javert had wondered what he had done wrong, but nothing ever came to mind. He thought that, for once, maybe someone loved him. But it turned out he was wrong, clearly.