How about the anonymous love letters or the angel/demon au for Valvert?
Yesss omg anonymous love letters (from Valjean) and just increasingly confused Javert being like wtf??? here ya go!
valvert under the cut...
"Pardon me inspector," murmured a young policeman as he entered Javert's study, face screwed up in the effort to not laugh as he said, "another letter has come for you."
"Yes, just leave it here at my desk," the police inspector replied, and sighed for the upteenth time that week when the younger man left his office. the man reached for the letter, knowing very well what it would hold.
These love letters had been arriving on an almost daily basis, each with the same heavy envelope full of fine parchment covered with writing. The messages were always of the same vein, they started out with complimenting his policework, mentioning a few mundane things, and ending in a quiet mention of the love this person had for him.
It was all very ridiculous in Javert's opinion.
"Really, this person is wasting their time, I have no room in my life for cowards who refuse to even give their names," Javert said aloud to no one in particular. He placed the letter in a small box under the desk where he kept the other letters, and proceeded to return to his work.
Javert didn't know why he kept the letters, he really didn't, and he understood even less why he would sometimes take them out and reread them by the candle he lit in the dead of night when he was completely alone. In time, the letters took on a familiarity with the inspector, as he read and reread the words of the anonmoys writer.
Whoever it was was not letting up the chase.
It was after a few weeks of this constant influx of letters that Javert finally sat down at his desk with a huff and took out some parchment an a spare pen, he began to write.
To whom it may concern...
