#heysisksksklsks I hope y’all enjoy

[captainenjolras]

Me actually dropping a Valvert fic? It’s more likely than you think! This ones based on a little headcanon for Javert that I have :) no warnings (aside from some angst that is Javert’s past and self image), just some really fluffy stuff

Stars

“Are those tattoos?!”

The sound of the loud voice startled Javert, causing him to jump. Turning, he saw Valjean staring at him, a mixture of confusion and wonder in his deep brown eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“On you’re back, where you’re hair ends!”

Oh. Those.

If he was being honest, he had nearly forgotten about them. To be fair, he’d gotten them many years ago, when he was still a teen.

“It appears they are.”

Ignoring the jest, Valjean clambered over to the other side of the bed, moving the man’s long curls away to fully reveal the art. There, on the stern inspector’s back, where hundreds of tattoos. Constellations.

“My god, Javert! How have I never noticed this?”

“There’s a few reasons I grow my hair out,” muttered the younger, moving so that the stars over his back were once again covered by inky black waves. His hair fell like velvet around his waist, hiding galaxies behind it like a curtain hide a stage; Valjean was the eager audience, hoping for those great veils to move and reveal a world.

How could he have never noticed this? They had been living together for almost a year, dating for just half of that. Like Javert had implied, long hair was good at hiding things, but this was insane.

“I can feel you staring at me,” spoke Javert, who had moved to the other side of the room to dress in his night clothes. “Is it really that big of a deal? It’s not like they’re anything spectacular.”

“You never even told me about them!”

“I didn’t think you’d be so interested; it’s just some doodles.”

“It’s art, Javert!”

“It’s ink I can’t get rid of.”

Pulling on pair of night trousers, Javert made his way to his side of the shared bed, climbing in and taking Jean’s hand in his.

“It’s not that interesting,” he said, staring intently into Valjean’s eyes. “I’ve had them since I was 17. I’m surprised they haven’t already faded. Besides, they’re not even beautiful or interesting.”

Releasing his shocked lover’s hand, he laid down and rolled over to go to sleep, even though he knew he would be getting plagued with questions.

“How come you’ve never showed me?”

“It wasn’t intentional, I just forgot about them.”

“How do you forget about- forget about that?!”

“The same way I forgot about my piercings.”

“Your what?!”

Javert couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Rolling over and culling Valjean’s broad face in his slender hands, he let him know that the latter was a joke.

“Like I said, it’s not a big deal. I have no clue why you’re so shocked over this.”

“It’s just- I would have never thought-“

“You’d have never thought I’d get a tattoo in my youth?”

“I never thought you’d get tattoos.”

“Well, I did and that is that. It’s really not surprising; they’re ugly things anyways.”

Ugly? Did he truly think that?

“Why would you say that?”

“Cause they’re a part of me, and every part of me is ugly.”

Javert looked away and turned back to face the wall, a small bit of shame rising in his heart.

Goodnight, Jean.”

“You say that like it’s true,” pressed Valjean, gently taking the man by his shoulder so that they were looking at each other again. “How many times have I told you not to say stuff like that?”

“I’m an adult, Jean; I don’t need someone to tell me what I can and cannot say.”

Javert’s tone was bitter, eyes annoyed and mouth scowling. Valjean let out a frustrated huff before gently hooking his arm around the others bare waist, pulling him closer.

“It’s not true. You can say it over and over, but it’s not true in the slightest. You’re beautiful, and so is the art on you. You might think I’m lying, but I’m not. You have a beauty that is incomprehensible. I just want you to know that.”

In his past, he wasn’t an easy person to break; but now, every compliment Jean gave him ignited his heart, the heat rising to his face in a blush redder than the roses in the garden. It were as if Valjean was a furnace and Javert was Iron, heating up until it melted.

“...Everyone who I ever showed them to hated them. When I first joined the force, we were made to change in one big room. Another officer there saw them and announced how disgusting he thought they were. He said it made me look barbaric. This was when I had short hair, so there wasn’t much I could do whenever we had to change. Another time I some friends, and I suppose my collar was a bit low. The barmaid must have seen them, and she wouldn’t stop staring at me the rest of the night. I was used to stares, but...that hurt more than I could explain. From then on I made sure to leave my hair down and wear shirts with better collars, even if it was warm out. I’ve accepted that they’re ugly, and I just wish to forget about them.”

Valjean looked down at him in shock. The man he held in his arms shifted so that he faced the wall once again. The only sound in the room was soft breathing, and Javert assumed that Jean had accepted the words and gone to sleep. However, he realized this was not true as soon as he felt his hair being moved over his shoulders. Gently, Valjean began to trace the designs with a calloused finger.

“Ursa Major...Ursa Minor...Virgo...Javert, these are incredible. You have a galaxy on your skin; a beautiful, incredible galaxy.”

He continued to trace them, stopping to press a kiss to each new cluster of stars. He tried his best at remembering their names, occasionally mispronouncing one in hopes to make his beloved laugh. After a few more attempts, he heard that familiar voice again.

“It’s ‘Sirius’ you dimwit, not ‘psoriasis’.”

At that, neither of them could contain their laughter. They laughed until they were shaking, facing each other once again and playfully shoving. After a few minutes, they both managed to catch their breath, foreheads pressed together. Valjean spoke again, voice soft and a smile evident.

“I love them, Javert. And I love you. You’re beautiful. Every bit of you is beautiful, including your tattoos. If I’m being honest, there more fascinating than the actual stars themselves. Like you. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, maybe then you’d understand why I love you so much; but since you can’t, I’ll have to find another way. Just know that you’re the most amazing thing to ever happen to me, and I love every bit of you. Even if you don’t like those parts...I do.”

Valjean closed his eyes, pulling Javert in close. He placed a hand protectively against the back of his head and the other on his back, arm resting against his waist. They fell asleep like that, holding each other close and smiling softly. Valjean held a galaxy- a beautiful galaxy- in his arms, and that galaxy held him back.

And they wouldn’t want it any other way.

#heysisksksklsks I hope y’all enjoy #I never posted a full valvert fic here #oh well #there’s a first time for everything #valvert #jean valjean #Valjean #inspector javert #Javert #javert x valjean #valjean x javert #romani javert #Javert with tattoos #protective Valjean #valvert fluff #Les mis #Les miserables #valvert fic #valvert angst #but mostly fluff #kinda self indulgent #I want constellation tattoos as well #should I post a reference photo? #maybe on a different post #I’ll go into more detail about them #oh and the piercing joke? #wasn’t a joke #he just didn’t want to shock Jean even more