REQUEST: Javert x Reader pt1

1832, Paris

Javert wandered down the empty streets of Paris. His mind was filled with hatred toward that man. Jean Valjean. It had been nine year. Nine years since he had seen that criminal. Nine year of tracking him down only to find him gone again or maybe he had never been there at all. He continued to ponder about his thought until a female voice snapped him out of his daze.

“Bonjouer monsieur” you greeted the man as you walked past him as you headed back to Saint Michael.

“Bonjouer Mademoiselle” Javert replied and gave you a polite nod.  You couldn’t help but to be entranced at the sound of his voice. It was gruff and polite and something about it just…. Captivated you. You stopped and looked at him, but he continued to walk along. He was clearly an officer, What a shame you thought, knowing that you couldn’t fall for the enemy. You gave a disappointed sigh and continued you’re walk to café Musain, where you’re friends awaited.


Javert couldn’t help but turn around to see if you were still there; he only saw you at a far distance. His brow furrowed as a sudden realization came over him. He had never found himself taking, let alone having time, to think about women. But now there you were, distracting him from his thoughts and work. The more he tried to not think about you, the more that it crept into his mind. He sighed, remembering your [h/l] [h/c] hair and your beautiful [e/c] eyes and your voice. Of course he had only heard it once but it was beautiful. But you were mostly likely in middle class by the way you dressed. But then he remembered something about what you wore. A cockade, similar to those that that group of school boys wore.


“You’re late” The man in front of you  said, frowning a bit as he moved aside to let you come in. He was taller than you and has curly blonde hair and beautiful eyes that tended to be filled with a fiery passion. “Désolse, Enjolras” you apologized as you stepped inside, “I had to stop by to give Gavroche another book” you explained. “At least you’re a good influence on him” Enjolras complimented and the two of you made your way up the stair where the others were waiting.

The sin had just set when you got to café Musain, and were glad at how smoothly everything was going, tomorrow Enjolras and Marius were going to speak in front or General Lamarque’s home, you of course, had been invited to join. “[Name]!” and familiar voice cried as you stepped into the room, you looked over to see a curly mess of black hair, and your sense were soon filled with the smell of wine. You embraced tightly and then pushed away, “Where ever have you been?” he questioned, grinning at you, “Enjolras has just been going on and on about how you were never here. But look! Here you are” he grinned again and gave you a hard, but friendly peck on the cheek and made him way back to the bar.

You sighed and wished, Grantaire would at least try to listen to you, when you tried to find out why he drank so much but he would always end up pushing you away and that it was nothing that you should have to worry about. You frowned and went to sit at a table across from Jehan and Courfeyrac you were discussing, who knows what. But then your mind trailed off and back to that officer. From the quick glance you had gotten of him you had seen he was attractive but looked like he needed a hug.

“What up with you?” you heard Courfeyrac ask suddenly, obviously noticing your troubled face. You shook your head at him, “Nothing Fey” you reassured him.

“No, something not right with you” You heard Prouvaire say, you looked over to him, “Is it a man!?” he asked cheerfully, and you sighed and how much of a romantic he was.

“Calm down Jehan” you responded, “Not the way you think” you reassured, but his shoulders drooped. “It’s just…. There was something strange about him” you thought out loud.

“You fancy him” Courfeyrac said matter-of-factly as if though he had just diagnosed you ‘illness’. You slapped his arm, “Do not” you retorted, “Besides, he’s an officer. That doesn’t exactly create lasting relationship. Especially with my reputation with the law” you said, smirking proudly. “How many times has Enjolras had to use his charms to get you out of trouble?” Courfeyrac asked rhetorically. You couldn’t help but smile.


You had stayed behind to help Enjolras with his papers, he had protested that “You should leave with Courfeyrac and Combeferre, it’s best not to walk alone at night” but you told him you were just going to sleep here. “Besides, someone has to look after R” you pointed out. He groaned but agreed.