imagineyourotpwithjavert:

Imagine your otp at a fancy restaurant for their anniversary. It’s a five star restaurant with silky table cloths, soft music, and gentle, romantic lighting. They gaze at each other lovingly across the table. As they scan the menu, the waitress brings them a small bread basket each. Person A is a fast eater, and finished theirs quickly before looking longingly over at person B’s. Person B chuckles lovingly – Person A always does this. “Here,” Person B says, “just steal a piece of mine.”

Somewhere, Javert stirs in his sleep. The words echo in his mind. His eyes snap open. His moustache quivers. His covers fly from his bed and he leaps up, in full uniform and prepared to strike. He flies across town and bursts through the restaurant’s glass windows, leaping across the room to where Person A is reaching for a piece of their partners bread. He slaps handcuffs onto their wrists and drags them away, despite Person B’s protests.

He won’t let anyone get away with stealing bread.

Never again.