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The lowdown: You post your prompt, anon or not. Someone else will hopefully fill it (also anon or not). Not for profit, just for fun. And in this case, for king and country.
Anon is on, IP logging is off.
Rules:
No wank
No kink-shaming
Be respectful to everyone
The mod is not your babysitter
Use the warnings
No prompts with characters under the age of 16 in sexual situations, please.
Please keep the discussions in the prompt post to a minimum. We have a discussion post
Mandatory trigger warnings/warnings for both prompts and fills:
non-con/dub-con
abuse (physical and mental)
issues such as racism, sexism, homo-/trans-/-bi-/ace-phobia etc
character death
suicide
self-harm
eating disorders
extreme physical or mental illness
substance abuse (alcohol, drugs, medication)
bullying
gore and horror
If this list misses anything, do let me know, though please understand that if absolutely everything is added this list will never end.
You are encouraged and advised to add additional warnings at your own discretion.
Please make use of the subject line.
If your prompt alludes to the book or any of the other adaptations, please let us know which one.
Lastly, prompt freezes (which I have to say I’m really not fond of) etc will be at the mod’s discretion. I will decide on a prompt cut-off point for prompt posts once I know how fast the meme moves.
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A big mistake Richelieu/Treville Faked death, Mpreg, Hurt/Comfort
Date: 2015-06-27 02:47 pm (UTC)He told no one save for his closest guards and disappeared into the country to search for his would be assassin, leaving his love alone in Paris believing him to be dead.
In the wake of Richelieu`s death, Treville finds himself unexpectedly pregnant by the Cardinal.
Knowing he will be dismissed from his post, and cast out for having a illegitimate child, he resolved to hide his condition while trying to think of what to do.
However when he is shot by the assassins Sophia and her Lover Francesco, his pregnancy is revealed, and Richelieu has to reveal himself to his hurting lover and try to make up for the past several months, while preparing for imenant parenthood and trying to bring down his enemies and Rochefort.
Re: Fill: God Damns Us To Fire 3/?
Date: 2015-06-27 04:11 pm (UTC)The King looked bored. The Queen looked worried and Rochefort stood in front of them looking so triumphant it almost crossed into smug. He knew he had won on this occasion. The Archbishop of Paris stood slightly to the side looking disgusted. D’Artagnan immediately knew this was going to go as well as he had expected.
D’Artagnan and Athos were led into the room and were placed in front of Rochefort, their guards stood behind them to block their escape. Aramis and Porthos entered immediately after.
“Can we get this over with?” The King said in a nonchalant manner.
“Certainly your majesty,” Rochefort replied. “It shouldn’t take too long, there are several witnesses to confirm their vile act. Athos and D’Artagnan of the Musketeers you are both charged with committing sodomy. Bring the witnesses out.”
A door on the other side of the room opened and five men walked through. They were all Red Guards. Aramis groaned in frustration. This wasn’t even a proper trial. No matter what Athos and d’Artagnan said they were condemned; this was all just for show.
“Can you tell us what you saw last night?” Rochefort asked, barely able to contain the glee in his voice.
The first Red Guardsman stepped up and cleared his throat. “We were on a routine patrol through the city when we walked down an alley and we saw them.”
“Can you elaborate further? Please do not spare any details; I feel it is necessary to know the full extent and I think everyone else will agree.”
“The Musketeer named Athos had the Musketeer d’Artagnan pinned against a wall and he was kissing his neck. His hand was down his trousers pleasuring him. They both seemed drunk. It was disgusting to watch.”
“And you all can confirm this is what happened?”
“Yes,” they all said in turn.
“Do you have anything to say in your defence?” Rochefort turned back to Athos and d’Artagnan.
D’Artagnan shook his head. He knew that he couldn’t say anything in his defence, his guilt was already plain for everyone to see. Athos, on the other hand, spoke up.
“I have something to say.”
“Go on…”
“This is all my fault and I cannot allow my indiscretions to reflect badly on d’Artagnan. None of this is his fault and he should be spared. I cannot allow him to be punished for my actions.”
“What is he doing?” Porthos whispered to Aramis. “Is he mad?”
“I coerced him,” Athos continued, his voice even and controlled. It hurt having to do this, but he knew there was no other way to ensure d’Artagnan’s safety. Even if it meant condemning himself to death. “I forced him into this, he is in no way to blame.”
“Athos, what are you doing?” D’Artagnan hissed. Athos glared at him, willing him to be quiet and continued.
“D’Artagnan is young, no more than a boy; he is impressionable and I used that to get what I wanted. I forced myself on him. More than once. He shouldn’t have to face punishment for my perversions. He should be free so he can be with the woman he loves and to live a long and happy life,” Athos turned to d’Artagnan once more. “I am sorry,” he said to him.
“Is this true?” Rochefort asked d’Artagnan. D’Artagnan didn’t immediately reply. He looked into Athos’ eyes and only then did he realise what Athos was doing.
He was trying to save him.
Athos obviously had a reason for doing this and no matter how much d’Artagnan wanted to object and say that he had been a willing participant in their relationship he couldn’t bring himself to go against Athos’ wishes. A tear slipped down his face as he prepared himself for the ultimate betrayal of his love.
In a choked voice he replied, “Yes it is true.”
“NO!” Porthos cried out. “What are you doing?”
Rochefort turned to Porthos and Aramis. “I see you have something to say on the matter.”
“Don’ do this,” Porthos replied.
“Do what? They were caught in the middle of an illegal act. Don’t say you support them.”
“I will support them no matter what,” Porthos told him. “Right Aramis?”
“Right,” Aramis agreed.
“I know you are a religious man, Aramis, surely you know what the Bible says about Sodomy. No right thinking Christian man would agree with what they have been caught doing.”
“They are my brothers so even if I do not agree with their act I will still support and love them.”
“But Athos has told us that he forced d’Artagnan. How can you support a man who is abhorrent enough to coerce a younger and more impressionable man to do illegal acts? You either support him or you support an apparently innocent man, which one is it?”
“I support both of them.”
“Then you are obviously as sick minded as the man you claim to be a friend.”
“He is a good man,” Porthos interjected.
“But by his own admission he is not. Now Athos must face the consequences of his actions,” Rochefort said and turned back to Athos. “So, you say that this is all of your doing and that d’Artgnan played no willing part in this perversion?” He sounded almost irritated when he spoke, knowing that he would not be able to condemn both men.
“It is. I coerced d’Artagnan into having sexual relations with me. I deserve any punishment that is due.”
“Then,” Rochefort turned to the King and the Archbishop, “I ask for the harshest sentence to be passed; that of death by burning. Anything less would not serve as a deterrent to future offenders and we need to show that we will not be weak when it comes to such filth.”
“I agree,” the Archbishop replied. “He is not just a sodomist but a rapist as well. We cannot be lenient towards such perversions.”
“Very well,” the King replied. “Athos you are to be stripped of your commission to the Musketeers and remanded to the Chatelet to be executed three days from now. D’Artagnan, despite Athos’ pleas of your innocence, you must be punished too as a reminder to everyone that overt sodomy will not be tolerated so I sentence you to twenty lashes of the whip.”
Neither Athos nor d’Artagnan replied, they both accepted their punishments. Aramis and Porthos were not so silent.
“You can’t do this!” Porthos cried as the guards took Athos and d’Artagnan and started to lead them away. “This isn’t right.”
“You can’t let them do this Athos,” Aramis called out but Athos didn’t even turn around. He couldn’t look at his friends. He had made his decision and there was nothing else to be done. All he wold change if he had the chance was that d’Artagnan be spared of any punishment.
He took one last look at d’Artagnan as he was led away to be whipped and despite the look of anguish on the younger man’s face Athos knew he was doing the right thing.
He would gladly die as long as the younger man was safe.
Who are you? - Scfi AU Portamis, Athos/d'Art, Treville/
Date: 2015-06-28 07:13 pm (UTC)Theres is a large ship floating in deep space seemingly in hibernation, and in this ship are various 'pods' filled with various people. Now for some reason some of these pods begin to open. The problem? The people that stumble out of those pods don't know how they got there or why, and they have no memories. Are they the crew? Are they prisoners? Did something happen, is this some kind of test or accident? The only reason they know their supposed names is because of the name tag on their pods, now their left with only a few small clues.
Now they are trying to find out about themselves, each other and what are they going to do now.
Re: Who are you? - Scfi AU Portamis, Athos/d'Art, Treville/
Date: 2015-06-28 08:42 pm (UTC)Athos, Porthos, Aramis and d'Art quickly click, attraction and comrade quickly form, the small group supporting Treville specifically, who along with Richelieu, have been unofficially elevated by everyone on the ship as leaders. Time passes as they try to get the ship running again finding themselves working smoothly together our Inseparables assume that they all must have been friends (and in some cases lovers) and maybe even part of a military unit before they all lost their memories. Everyone is in for a shock when they finally get the ship and the computer up and running.
Their on a prison transport ship heading for a deep space penal colony. Treville is the ships Captain, d'Art is the new ship's pilot (apparently this is his first deep space assignment), Porthos is one of the prison-guards escorting prisoners to the penal colony, Richelieu is a warden, while Athos and Aramis are apparently dangerous criminals.
Re: Fill: God Damns Us To Fire 4/?
Date: 2015-06-29 06:23 pm (UTC)D’Artagnan hissed as Aramis gently cleaned the wounds from his whipping. He had been taken straight from the Palace to receive his punishment; right in front of half of Paris it had seemed, but at least it was over for him. He had lost his dignity but he was still a Musketeer. Athos, on the other hand, was going to lose his life and d’Artagnan felt wholly miserable every time he thought about it.
“How could he do it?” Porthos raged. “How could he stand there and lie?”
“He was trying to protect me,” d’Artagnan replied; his voice full of sadness. “He didn’t want me to burn like he is going to so he told them he forced me.”
“Did you know he was going to do this?”
“I should have. We all should have. It’s exactly the sort of thing that he would do. He’s so self-sacrificing that he would take all the blame. I should be in prison with him. I should be suffering the same fate as him but he took that away from me and now I have to watch him die,” d’Artagnan’s voice trailed off and was replaced by harsh sobs. He couldn’t stop himself from crying. A moment later he felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves gently around him and Porthos held him as he cried. “I don’t want him to die.”
“I know,” Porthos soothed. “We don’t want that to happen either.”
“I need to see him,” d’Artagnan announced and tried to stand up only to be pushed back down by Aramis. He winced in pain.
“You need to sit still so I can finish cleaning your wounds. You’re no good to anyone if they get infected and you die anyway. I think Athos may kill me for that.”
D’Artagnan sat in silence while Aramis finished up, tears continuing to flow down his cheeks. “What can we do to save him?” He asked quietly once Aramis was done. “We only have three days.”
“I’m sure if we all sit down we can come up with a plan,” Aramis tried to reassure him.
“I’m going to see him.”
“I don’t think that is a very good idea. The only reason why you’re not in prison alongside him waiting for your execution is that he said he forced you and you agreed with him. If you go storming in demanding to see him then everybody is going to know the truth. That would not be good for you and it would be even worse for Athos. Porthos and I will make every effort to see him before but I am afraid you are going to have to stay away.”
D’Artagnan sighed, knowing that Aramis was right.
“If we can find a way to get you in without anybody seeing you then we will,” Porthos added trying to lift the younger man’s spirits. It didn’t work.
“If we can’t do anything for him then I want to say goodbye.”
“You won’ need to say goodbye ‘cos we ain’t gonna let ‘im die.”
“Porthos is right. We will do everything we can to free him.”
“But what happens then?” D’Artagnan asked. “He can’t stay in Paris, he probably can’t even stay in France. Where will he go?”
“I will make arrangements for that,” Aramis said but did not elaborate further.
“Wherever he goes then I am going with him.”
“That would look very suspicious.”
“I don’t care, they can’t arrest us if we aren’t in the country. I love him and there is no way I am going to watch him sail off to wherever and leave me here all alone.”
“All right, we will find a way. We just need to weigh up our options. Look, I’m going to see if I can get into the prison and talk to Athos and possibly kill him myself for his idiotic plan and you two start coming up with ideas.”
-x-
“What are you doing here?” Athos hissed when he saw Aramis. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Do you know how easy it is to bribe the guards here?” Aramis ignored his question. “I swear if anyone really cared then there would never be any escapes from this place. And we all know that can be easily achieved.”
“I ask again, what are you doing here?”
“Visiting my friend,” Aramis replied. “Am I not allowed to do that anymore?”
“It would probably not be wise to be visiting me. You don’t want to be seen associating with a sodomite. A condemned one at that.”
“And whose fault is that? You were the one stupid enough to get caught.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
“And you’re also the one stupid enough to put your life in the line. How could you do that? We could have sat down and come up with a plan to discredit those Red Guards; everyone knows they have it in for Musketeers, but no you had to jump in and confess. Not only that, but allow everyone to think you are even more of a deviant than the crimes you were charged with.”
“I was trying to protect d’Artagnan.”
“He doesn’t want your protection,” Aramis hissed. “He is old enough to deal with the consequences of his actions. He was prepared to stand there and receive the same punishment as you but you took that away from him!”
“He is young. He has his whole life and career in front of him. I am an old drunk who should have paid for his sins a long time ago. If I die then he lives and then I will be able to rest in peace.”
“Have you even thought about what d’Artagnan wants? He wants you. He wants to die by your side if he has to because he doesn’t want to live without you. He loves you.”
“And I love him,” Athos whispered. “But it doesn’t change anything.”
“Will you stop being a martyr for just one second?” Aramis could feel the anger rise up inside him. He was angry at how stubborn and blind Athos was being. “We can get you out of this.”
“No you can’t. Not without putting yourselves in danger and I will not allow you to that.”
“Well then, just like d’Artagnan, you don’t get a say in the matter. We’re going to get you out of here whether you want it or not.”
“Don’t do this.”
“Not your decision unfortunately. Even if I have to knock you unconscious and drag you out of here over my shoulders I will get you out.”
“And then what?”
Aramis ignored his question once more. “D’Artagnan wants to see you. He’s convinced himself that he needs to say goodbye to you. Will you see him if I manage to sneak him in?”
Athos nodded. “I would.”
“Then I will,” Aramis stood up and replaced his hat. “We have three days to come up with a plan. I will bring d’Artagnan the day after tomorrow and we should have something by then. Be careful.”
“It should be me telling you that. I am already condemned, an escape attempt won’t change that. It is you who has the most to lose.”
“I’m not going to lose this time. I am not going to let you die.”
Aramis turned and left Athos alone in the cell. He let out a low groan. He should have accepted that his friends would not just let this go. He should have known that they would try to rescue him despite his protests against such a foolish thing. There was nothing he could do to stop them so all he could do was hope they succeeded and didn’t get themselves killed.
-x-
Aramis returned to find Porthos and d’Artagnan sitting at the table heads bowed and deep in conversation. They both looked up to him as he closed the door.
“Well?” He asked
Porthos was the one to answer. “We have a plan. Not a very good plan but we have one.”
Re: Fill: God Damns Us To Fire 5/?
Date: 2015-07-01 01:13 pm (UTC)D’Artagnan reached through the bars and took Athos’ hand in his. They didn’t have long and he was going to make every moment count. He winced as his injured back came into contact with the hard stone wall.
“Are you all right?” Athos asked. He knew d’Artagnan was in pain from the whipping no matter how much he tried to hide it.
“I’ll be fine, I’ve had worse,” he replied. “I’m just happy I can see you. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye.”
“From what Aramis said you have my rescue all planned so there is no need to say goodbye.”
“It might go wrong,” d’Artagnan confessed. “You might die anyway. I just wanted you to know how much I love you.”
“I already know that.”
“You shouldn’t have done this. You could have let me stand by you. I would have died with you.”
“I would rather you live.”
“Why?”
“Because you have so much life. You have so much to give. You will be the greatest Musketeer France has ever seen I am sure of that. You do not need this shame.”
“I don’t care who knows how much I love you. Everyone thinks that you are a disgusting pervert, seducing innocent young men but they don’t know the truth. They look at me with pity, like I’m going to break but they don’t know that I was completely willing to love you. I would do anything for you.”
“Then do as I say. Please,” Athos closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. This was too hard he realised. He needed to be alone. He needed d’Artagnan to be safe and far away from him. “Leave me,” he eventually whispered.
“I am not going to do that,” d’Artagnan replied defiantly. “I am never going to leave me just as you will never leave me,” he reached through the bars and touched Athos’ chin; running his hand along the older man’s cheek.
D’Artagnan turned Athos’ face towards him and leaned in to kiss him; a task made harder with them being separated by the bars. It felt good to feel Athos’ lips against his. The kiss was soft and tender and d’Artagnan never wanted it to end because if it ended then it increased the chance of never seeing his love again.
“I promise you we will save you,” d’Artagnan whispered when the kiss finally ended.
“I have no doubt that you will try,” Athos replied softly. “You should go. Someone might see you if you stay any longer.”
“Que t'aimi,” d’Artagnan whispered and pulled Athos towards him for one final kiss before slowly standing up, wincing in pain at the wounds on his back.
“I love you too,” Athos replied. “Now go.”
D’Artagnan gave Athos one final look before he turned to leave. Aramis had shown him the quickest way he could sneak out of the prison and he left as quickly as he could. He could feel someone following him. He hadn’t sensed it before but there was definitely someone behind him. He stopped in his tracks.
“You put on quite a performance,” d’Artagnan heard the voice of Rochefort behind him and his blood went cold. How much had he witnessed? Had he heard about their plan to rescue Athos? He didn’t want to speak to Rochefort but he had to know.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied as he turned to face the other man. He wasn’t going to let him think that he had got to him.
“Pretending that dear old Athos forced you into committing such heinous acts when all the time you actually enjoyed them. I would even bet that you were the one who initiated them. Dear Athos, he always seems so passive when it comes to romance.”
D’Artagnan gritted his teeth and tried not to become angry. “It was not my idea. It was Athos’ choice.”
“But you went along with it. You didn’t protest now why is that? Is it because you don’t want to share the same fate as your lover?”
“Athos said it to save me. He didn’t want me to share his fate.”
“So self-sacrificing it’s disgusting,” Rochefort snorted. “Never mind at least I will have one annoying Musketeer out of the way.”
D’Artagnan had to stop himself from grinning when he realised that Rochefort hadn’t overheard them talking of the escape plan. Instead he took a step closer to Rochefort. “Musketeers are hard to kill,” he said in a low voice.
“Not all of them,” Rochefort retorted. “If I see you again I will have you killed. Even if I cannot do it publicly.”
D’Artagnan felt his blood run cold once more. How far would Rochefort actually go? He wasn’t sure he wanted to test that question.
By the time d’Artagnan came back to his senses and felt a bit more like himself Rochefort had gone, disappeared back into the shadows from where he’d come and d’Artagnan still felt very uncomfortable.
-x-
“Rochefort is watching us,” d’Artagnan warned Porthos and Aramis. “We have to be careful.”
“How do you know?”
“He confronted me at the prison. Luckily I don’t think he heard me and Athos talking about the plan but he followed me out and said that if he saw me again he’d have me killed.”
“Right,” Aramis sighed, taking this information in. “We still go ahead as planned. Porthos and I will break into the prison before Athos is moved tomorrow and get him out. D’Artagnan, you will ride ahead to Le Havre and arrange passage on a ship; England, Spain anywhere.”
“Why me? Why can’t I help break him out?” D’Artagnan pouted, obviously not liking the plan.
“For starters, Rochefort is watching you. If he sees you he will have you killed; I don’t doubt he means what he says. You being there will endanger the plan. And secondly,” Aramis patted d’Artagnan on the back and he winced in pain, “You are injured. You can’t fight, you can barely raise your sword at the moment. If things go south we cannot rely on you to have our backs.”
D’Artagnan knew he was right but that didn’t mean he had to like the plan. “All right,” he reluctantly agreed. “I will go ahead.”
“Good. Now, Athos’ execution is scheduled for midday tomorrow and he is due to be moved from the prison shortly beforehand. Porthos and I will break into the prison just after breakfast and if all goes to plan it should be easy.”
“Since when do things all go to plan?” Porthos half joked.
“Very true, in which case we will be armed to the teeth and ready to run at a moment’s notice.”
“How do you expect to get in and out unnoticed?” D’Artagnan asked. “If Athos is expected to be executed won’t they increase the number of guards at the prison?”
“The plan is to get in and out without being seen,” Aramis explained. “Now, all prisoners are granted a final confession with a priest before they are executed. I have a priest friend who has agreed to go to speak with Athos before he is moved but he agreed to help me with another task,” Aramis showed d’Artagnan and Porthos a vial of liquid.”
“What’s that?” Porthos asked.
“A sleeping draught. If all goes to plan, and hopefully it will, all of the guards will be affected by this before we enter. It will then just be a case of freeing Athos and fleeing before anyone else notices.”
“This idea is crazy. It’s leaving too much to chance, it’ll never work,” d’Artagnan protested.
“That is why we will also be armed.”
“But surely Rochefort will be watching the prison for any attempt we make.”
“Rochefort is going to find himself in a meeting all morning. He just doesn’t know it yet,” Aramis grinned.
“What have you got planned for ‘im?” Porthos grinned back.
“Let’s just say that we are not the only Musketeers who do not want to see Athos executed and let’s just say that a number of us feel aggrieved at the testimony of the Red Guards. Unfortunately for Rochefort he’s going to have to deal with said Red Guards being involved in several duels.”
“It’s amazin’ how you took our terrible plan and actually made it sound plausible,” Porthos told him. “Have you ever considered a life of crime?”
Aramis grinned back at his friend. “We should part for now. D’Artagnan, you ride at first light and hopefully we will meet you at Le Havre.”
“I would still rather be here and help if anything goes wrong.”
“Nothing is going to go wrong, trust me,” Aramis said, patting him reassuringly on the arm.
D’Artagnan couldn’t share his optimism. Something was bound to go wrong. Something always did.
Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-01 03:24 pm (UTC)I want this: the Musketeers are imprisoned. In front of the others Aramis gets hurt or beaten up by the captors, for reasons.
Perhaps they're using this as pressure that the others tell them what they want to know.
Or Aramis was trying to get the attention off his friends. I don't know, feel free to come up with something. :)
Bonus points for much of worried!Athos.
Thank you!
Re: Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-01 04:38 pm (UTC)Re: So many letters (Athos|Porthos|Aramis)
Date: 2015-07-01 04:41 pm (UTC)Re: Athos and Aramis pact
Date: 2015-07-01 04:42 pm (UTC)Re: Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-01 09:14 pm (UTC)OP: Re: Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-02 05:49 am (UTC)Re: Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-02 10:09 am (UTC)5 times fic
Date: 2015-07-02 10:17 am (UTC)Such as 5 times that Athos and Porthos (d'artagnan) have to muddle through patching Aramis up when the medic is hurt on a mission and they don't really know what they are doing and really wish they'd paid more attention to what to do in the past?
And then obviously the one time they get it right?
Do as you will. Shameless punt for hurt Aramis really. Can be brotherhood, ot3, fluff or whatever really.
Re: 5 times fic
Date: 2015-07-02 11:44 am (UTC)Re: Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-02 04:55 pm (UTC)Re: Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-02 05:06 pm (UTC)Re: Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-02 05:07 pm (UTC)Re: Musketeers imprisoned, hurt!Aramis
Date: 2015-07-02 06:14 pm (UTC)No, wouldn't mind at all, slash is very very fine with me. :)
I'm very happy that you have an idea for this and looking forward to seeing your fill. Thank you!!!
Re: I'll follow you into the Dark - Porthos and Aramis
Date: 2015-07-02 06:22 pm (UTC)Re: I'll follow you into the Dark - Porthos and Aramis
Date: 2015-07-02 07:39 pm (UTC)Flea: the little kick-fighter
Date: 2015-07-02 11:42 pm (UTC)I could see a slightly built woman training hard to develop those long, fast, accurate kicks to give herself a bit of room in a brawl, and the hops that they sneak into the kicks to cover ground quickly really work thematically for someone called 'Flea'.
Maybe someone asks Porthos, "Why the nick-name?" he answers, "Great legs," and we cut to a scene where in one fluid movement she's gone from 'standing quietly' to 'all the way across the room with her pointy steel-capped slipper buried in someone's sternum.'
I badly want to see this but I have no plot; therefore I tender it unto you, good nonnies.
no subject
Date: 2015-07-03 03:48 pm (UTC)The guys are each others emergency contacts. Aramis is in a (car) accident and taken to hospital. Q worried boyfriends getting called and rushing down there.
Not too badly hurt please just bumps/bruises/bones/concussion and plenty of tlc when they take him home.
Can stop there or continue with some shenanigans once he feels better and is getting bored with all the resting etc. Escapes their "imprisonment" or stunts on crutches or whatever you like 😀
Disbanded Musketeers
Date: 2015-07-03 08:01 pm (UTC)How would our boys cope with a return to civilian life?
Would Porthos get himself into trouble finding ways to relieve his boredom? Would Athos rely more heavily on drink without the distraction of his work? Would Aramis find himself juggling too many mistresses with too much time on his hands?
And would d'Artagnan manage to annoy Treville into fighting to have his regiment reinstated?
(Gen preferred, with much BroT4 & Papa Treville)
Re: 5 times fic
Date: 2015-07-04 03:11 am (UTC)