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Round 3

Welcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme

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.

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No kink-shaming
Be respectful to everyone
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Use the warnings
No prompts with characters under the age of 16 in sexual situations, please.
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non-con/dub-con
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issues such as racism, sexism, homo-/trans-/-bi-/ace-phobia etc
character death
suicide
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eating disorders
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substance abuse (alcohol, drugs, medication)
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Even under normal circumstances d`Artagnan was not the most easy of Omegas, his attitude far more like that of Alphas, and his fiery spirit chaffed at being left at home to nap like a small boy.

Despite knowing he`d be in serious trouble later, as soon as Porthos had gone he pulled his boots back on, swiftly writting a note saying he`d gone to see Constance, and left the apartments heading back out into the street.

He did feel some guilt at disobeying his Alphas, but he also could`nt stand the thought of being cooped up all day, and it was`nt like a breif stroll through Paris to see the Beta woman was going to harm him at all.

Aramis was engaged in a flirtatious battle of swords with Beta at the garrison when Athos arrived, Porthos soon after, tipping them a wink he continued to angle his backside and hips, his shirt open down his chest and a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin making him look delicious and maddeningly hot
"Little sluts doin` it on purpose is`nt he?" Porthos growled to Athos who grunted in agreement, their Alphas all but snarling at seeing their Omega openly flirting with someone else.

The poor Beta however was flailing at the open flirting of Aramis and the challenging glares of two very powerful Alphas and quickly ended the sparring to get away before he was ripped limb from limb leaving Aramis to saunter over to Porthos and Athos, leaping up into Porthos arms and kissing him hungrily
"D`you like the show?" he asked bucking his hips and grinning wickedly
"You`re playing with fire Mis" Porthos growled "You`ll get burned if you`re not careful!"
"Oh I plan to fan that flame until it becomes an inferno!" Aramis teased licking his lips seductively "Besides I missed you both"
"Oh?, not getting enough attention are you?" Athos inquired "That Beta seemed to be paying you more than enough"
"Yes but a Betas cock is nothing like an Alphas!, and I`m hungry for yours"
"Mis...." Porthos groaned
"Theres no one in the stores room right now!" Aramis whispered "We can go in there and no one will know!"
"Treville`ll kill us!" Athos groaned however the sight of Aramis aroused and provocative was too much for his Alpha to resist and Porthos looked like he`d rip his breeches!
"The hell with it!, come on!" he hissed pushing up from the table, Aramis laughing and slipping down from Porthos to hurry along taking their hands and leading them to the store room.

Fortunatly for d`Artagnan Bonacieux was out leaving only Constance at home, the pretty Beta greeting him happily and cooing over his heavy pregnant belly, a look of longing in her eyes, since she wanted children yet nothing seemed to be happening in that regard.

"So, how`s everything going?" she asked sitting d`Artagnan down at the table and getting wine for them both
"Fine I guess"
"You guess?" Constance asked \
"Well, being pregnant is`nt exactly the most comfortable of things" d`Artagnan replied taking a sip of wine "Plus at times I feel like I`m nothing more than a brood mare!, like the only thing anyone wants of me is children and nothing else matters"
"Thats not true!" Constance said "Athos, Porthos and Aramis love you"
"M`not so sure of that" d`Artagnan muttered tiredly "They were perfectly happy without me, and would never have even bothered bringing me into the bond had Aramis been able to give them children, as it is, he can`t and the only reason I`m there is because I can, the three of them belong together, they`re a perfect match, Aramis is the most beautiful and seductive Omega I`ve ever known, Athos and Porthos are mad for him, what am I?, a boy barely out of adolescence capable of carrying young, I hardly match up to them"
"D`Art that is`nt true" Constance cried "What`s made you feel like this?, is someone upsetting you?"
"No, Constance, it`s just me" d`Artagnan sighed shaking his head "Comparing myself to Aramis and falling short, I`m jealous of him for being so beautiful and sensual and independant, I know I can`t compete with him, not even when I was`nt pregnant, I was just a scrawny ungainly boy, and now I`m huge and graceless and irritable".

Constance sighed, pursing her lips and shaking her head at d`Artagnan`s confession, had the circumstance been different she may have reproved him for his jealousy of Aramis, however right now she felt for him instead
"You are hardly unattractive" she replied "You`re glowing right now, you`re colours high, you`re features rounded, and body ripe, you`re a magnet for any Alphas and Beta in sight!"
"If so, then why do I feel fat and sorry for myself?" d`Artagnan asked
"Why d`you think you are?"
"I don`t know!" d`Artagnan cried in frustration "All I know is, that compared to Aramis I`m pathetic, and he thinks so too!"
"He said that!!!!" Constance looked out raged by this and ready to smack the Omega once again
"Not in so many words, he just makes me feel........I don`t know, I don`t think he wants me around" d`Artagnan said "And I think the only reason he`s putting up with me is because Porthos and Athos want children, if it wer`nt for that I would`nt be there, they would`nt want me, and the real sad part of it all is, I love them, all three of them more than anything in the world"

Just noticed that Aramis recognised Louis’s mother, Marie de' Medici, on sight.

I don’t think the musketeers were formed then... but was Aramis a solider during the fighting when she tried to take over? Maybe that’s when he and Treville met?

Poor d'Art! Everyone is clueless about each other and their feelings, which only swirls this pot of drama more. Great chapter!

Really liking this, but be careful not to make Athos and Porthos not to OC. I understand their both pissed, but we know how much they respect Treville.

While this is a pretty decent story, I have to say I feel a little taken in, like a bait and switch was pulled. The prompt was about Aramis and what he was going through in this situation, particularly because there have been a lot of Omega d'Art focused stories. Now this story has become all about d'Artagnan and his emotions on the matter, and how much what Aramis is going through apparently hurts poor d'Artagnan. Where did the prompt go?

Okay, looking more like 5 chapters, but this length.

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"Tell me you found him," Treville shouted down from his balcony as the last scouting team - visibly exhausted, their horses bedraggled with rain - clattered back into the garrison, calling him out of his office. The courtyard was packed with Musketeers, a noisy worried rabble.

Yves looked up from under the brim of his hat and nodded, his lips thin. "It was him, Aramis, two days ride towards Mantes just as the missive said!" came the reply. "Are we the last?"

"Yes," he called down, "The three are spread across the region, none closer than a day's ride. This plot was well hatched to separate our strength if we mount a rescue."

"The boy," Thierry asked from beside Yves as they dismounted. "Does he still live?"

"He does," the surgeon confirmed from the door to the garrison's rooms. His hands were bloody and his expression grim, Treville guessed he had been forced to bleed d'Artagnan again to bring down his fever. "He's strong, he'll live for his friends yet."

"We need to return them to him," Treville said firmly. "Yves, my office."

He sank into his chair, feeling his bones aching with tension as Yves took off his hat and stood stiffly before him. "Tell me."

"Aramis is being held in a whorehouse," Yves flinched at his own words, and Treville felt sure his face must express the same. "I did not dare expose myself to enter, but I know from one of their servants they make him suffer through... visitations. They seem to leave him physically unharmed, but I cannot speak to his state of mind. He is meagrely bound, but they seem to hold some threat over him. I think they may be bartering the lives of the others against his obedience."

"They use the same threat on Porthos; they imply they have d'Artagnan, injured but tended to, and his life is forfeit if Porthos escapes. They must have seen the boy hurt before they were taken, to believe it so easily. I think Porthos would have attempted to save himself and trust the others with their own skins until he could reach them, but with d'Artagnan apparently hurt, he knows he is powerless."

"Can I ask..." Yves said quietly.

"They have Porthos in a fighting ring, never armed or armoured, against whoever chooses to face him." Treville tried not to linger on the description of the place that had been brought back to him by the two scouts he'd sent. "He's strong, but his strength must soon fail, to a lucky blow if not to a stronger fighter, else he will fall to untreated injury."

"And Athos?"

"They have him hauling ore, an iron forge near Chantilly. We could not get closer than to identify him without exposing the scouts. Perhaps they use the same threats on him, but in truth I doubt they're needed. Marchant says his body betrays him, he shakes and faints and does not eat."

"God, give him strength. Will he last?" Yves pressed, his expression horrified.

"The surgeon says his chances are torn," he bit out. "We could give him spirits now and it would either revive him or kill him outright. To keep the drink from him, he would likely never recover himself."

"My God, what a decision." Yves half turned, his expression searching, before coming back to Treville. "Captain... do you not consider these tortures devised for the three quite... astute? They knew they could use d'Artagnan against them, knew their vices and how to make punishment of them."

"You suggest an insider perspective?" Treville posed, already nodding. "I have considered it. The capture of Leon and Marchant was far from so well planned. Perhaps this plot has escaped the original architect. The interests of this group are clearly to weaken our forces, to tempt us to a rescue mission and leave the King and Queen poorly attended. They have to know that there is a hunt coming, and with the Inseparables' situations so untenable... they know we will plan to act before the hunt begins."

"They have designed our movements for us, I have never seen a clearer trap. As much as I love my brothers, we must consider whether we can leave our King to what is clearly a planned attack."

"Captain," d'Artagnan's interruption was sharp, and yet at odds with his weakened voice and his boneless slump against the office door. "You cannot seriously be thinking of leaving them!" A handful of Musketeers had gathered in the antechamber behind him, obviously hovering, but none making a move to coax him back to bed.

"You need rest, d'Artagnan," he chided, standing to cross the room. This was no longer a conversation that could be had where listening ears were plenty. "I need you fit when they're brought home, as there will be no space in the sick rooms for yourself."

He took d'Artagnan's arm over his shoulder and started him back down the steps as the other Musketeers scattered, wondering how long it had taken him to drag himself up them. His hair was damp and his skin and exposed bandages wet from the persistent rain.

"You expect..." It took d'Artagnan a moment to catch his breath, and Treville gave him time before continuing their slow march back towards the room set aside for healing. "Expect injuries?" he managed eventually, leaning hard into his side as they made it inside. "No one will tell me..."

He broke into coughing, and Treville manhandled him back into the bed as he recovered himself.

"We'll bring them home, d'Artagnan. Beyond that, no one can say."

-

The gangway was empty, the furnace cold. It should have been a relief, his body heat-exhausted and bruised, but the emptiness of his surroundings chilled him. He had never done well alone, not as La Fere, not as Athos. He needed noise and company, even when he wasn't interested in interacting with others. How fortunate he'd been, to find three men who would allow him to share their company and demand nothing in return but his loyalty and the service of his sword. And where were they now? He searched what he could see of the gangway, squinting into the halflight in desperation.

"You search for them like a child, lost in a town square."

He turned, but her voice was still behind him when she continued; "So lost, Athos. So alone."

The furnace was burning now, sparks striking into the sky, but still cold. He was shaking against it, as the ash curled cold fingers around his throat and the barrow in his hands threatened to tip him off the gangway to the ground far below. Her taunts continued, and far away he could feel the others waiting expectantly for his aid.

-

He knew he was dreaming, as he stepped into the edge of the rough sand-filled arena. The seats around him held silent Musketeers, and the image was jarring. Musketeers were only so silent at funerals and at court and this was neither. The arena was much as he had left it earlier that night - empty save from the body of one poor soul and the blood that made the sand dark.

His blade had come hard against Porthos' shoulder - not breaking through but a bloody bruise rich under the skin. The area was hot and itchy still. He hadn't laid another blow on Porthos, and the sight of all that blood spilled from his own hand by a man probably no less indentured than himself had made his stomach turn.

Now, though, he watched impassively as another body appeared, and another. The arena was littered with the bodies of men, small and large and armed and not - who had been placed before him with flat accepting eyes, and told to fight or die.

As one they looked up at him and hissed... "Murderer."

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Adele had never looked so beautiful, dressed for travelling and so perfectly put together as to appear like a painting of a woman - untouchable. He had always preferred to see her debauched and flushed, her hair disarrayed, her feet bare; but he was happy to see even a glimpse of her through the door of her carriage, so he bowed low to the ground.

The feel of his long coat around his thighs was uncommonly satisfying, like an old friend he had missed, and he waited a moment before standing tall again.

Her eyes had passed over him, her posture unchanged, no warmth or softness in her face - she hadn't seen him. He stepped forward, only a small step. There was a chain trailing behind him into the house, and it held him short.

"Adele!" he called out, she would not pass him by if he could only get her attention. He could still win her back.

She glanced his way, and a guard moved between them. The look on her face turned to disgust. "Well, Aramis," she said, "It seems you've found your rightful occupation." Isabelle's words were sour in her mouth as she lifted her chin disdainfully and turned away.

I really like the various perspectives you give on this, and the background plot that is taking place.

I disagree-- I think we are seeing Aramis's jealousy and his reaction. He is confident in his sensuality and used it on his Alphas. That is his reaction so far-who knows what else the author has planned.

Mmm. Like this a lot. Very dramatic image has just popped into my head.

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As much as it makes me feel like a jerk, I'm with the first anon. At least partially.

I'm warily following along but it does feel like this has turned into a story about d'Artagnan's pained pregnancy and his feelings of jealousy and inadequacy, instead of a story about Aramis dealing with what it means to be barren and then be confronted with a fertile Omega joining the bond.

We got a bare glimpse of Aramis's story in the beginning, but now it almost feels like what Aramis is going through is background to d'Artagnan's epic suffering.

Like, if the prompt had read - d'Artagnan joins the bond as a new Omega and struggles with feelings of inadequacy because they already have an Omega - this would be a fitting fill for it. Like, it has completely turned into d'Artagnan's story.

You're right, we don't know what the author has planned, so, yeah, cautiously optimistic, it may not continue this way. It just seems clear that d'Artagnan is the authors's fave, and the author is more comfortable writing him, which there is nothing wrong with normally, but I can understand where the bait and switch feeling could be coming from. The prompt was for an Aramis story.

I'm the anon that said I felt taken in. I didn't mean to start anything. It is a decent story. It's just, there have been d'Art focused omega stories in abundance and I was intrigued by this prompt because it took a different track by prompting what it did: Aramis's struggle to confront his infertility and his worth.

It was prompted to be about *Aramis* dealing with this, specifically with Aramis being *depressed* when faced with d'Artagnan and his fertility but not **resentful.**

Yet I feel like Aramis is being portrayed as resentful, and that the story has become about how d'Artagnan is dealing with his shit instead. Even if the author anon plans to circle it back to Aramis, the pacing already feels off. Aramis's plot already feels like background fodder for d'Artagnan's angst.

With the other comment being that, yeah, but we're seeing Aramis being jealous but confident in his sensuality, that still isn't the prompt. In fact, that's kind of my point. Even with that scene, the camera lens, if you will, isn't really focused on Aramis or the self-doubt he's feeling regarding his personal worth or his place with the Alphas. It was kind of counter to that.

It felt like a perfunctory filler scene with the three getting together while d'Artagnan is off being sad and disobeying orders, already feeling rejected by Aramis because Aramis skipped out earlier. Kind of like a set-up so that d'Artagnan can feel more hurt later on by how well Aramis still captures the attentions of their Alphas while poor d'Art's stuck pregnant and away from them. I fail to see how it gets us closer to Aramis's story, gives it depth, or makes Aramis's story anything more than a background plot device.

It's stupid of me to get twisted about this, I know, and I'm sorry. It is a good story, just not what I was looking to read based on the prompt. If I were looking for more Omega d'Artagnan angst, this would be the story I'd dive into. I'm not criticizing the story itself, just explaining why it feels like a bait and switch.

I'll shut up about it now, move along to other stories, and say nothing else.

I hear what your saying, the focus of this story has definitely turned to a d'Art- driven one. Though as someone else said, we don't know what the author has planned for later chapters.

But when it comes right down to it, at least this author is attempting to fill the prompt.

Not OP: But I bet whoever posted the original prompt wouldn't mind more then one person to fill the prompt. So if anyone doesn't like it- feel free to do you own version!

Personally I like this story and think its Anon Authors' best so far.

Good chapters! And it looks like your getting a ton of feedback (like it or not).

I to am enjoying this so far. Though I think it would be interesting to see a bit of the two 'Alphas' viewpoints of whats going on and more accurately what their not seeing.

my stupid two cents. being confident in his sensuality is not rly the prompt. aramis has always been confident in his sensuality but now he's supposed to be depressed and questioning it. i don't really get what you're saying as to how this is supposed to be a reaction from him that has anything to do with the prompt? agree with the other anon. feels more like fodder just for d'art to feel more left out.

no one said it was a bad story or that it was unlikable. just that it character baited and then switched the focus of the prompt. which, pretty much.

*nods in agreement*

NA (kind of can't believe I'm about to blather about this)

True to what you're saying, I'm generally on the side of being very supportive of whichever prompts emerge. However, I don't think it's always valid to say that any fill should fly, or, more accurately, I don't think that it's valid to say that any fill should just be unquestioningly supported without this kind of critical feedback. Nor do I think that if someone has this kind of reaction to a fill, they should just be shut down or dismissed with the refrain -- 'Go write your own fic then, if you don't like it'.

For one, I think this particular feedback is on point. I hope the author takes it seriously and doesn't just dismiss it with something along the lines of 'haters gonna hate'. That may sound petty of me, but I don't think so. For two, I think readers who were drawn in by the prompt should be allowed to tell the filler that they may be losing some of their audience, and why. I think the culture of respect on a meme is very important, but I don't think that should be equated with 'shut up and just be happy with whatever you get'.

So I'll add my voice to this. Though this isn't the type of fic I normally read, I was drawn in by the prompt, so I did read it. I enjoyed the first part, but as it dovetailed -- very quickly -- into d'Artagnan Angst while Aramis disappeared into the background, becoming increasingly positioned as a foil for d'Artagnan's insecurity rather than the other way around, I shrugged and took this one off my check-for-updates list.

I wasn't fully invested in the story, so it wasn't a huge deal to me, but I've been on memes where I felt like prompts got hijacked and where character-focus-switching prompts happened a lot, and no one was allowed to express critique about it because prompters and readers felt obligated to not say anything and just shut up because they were lucky enough that their prompt was even being filled.

I'm also extra sensitive to character focus snafus, since in one previous meme I've been in, it seemed like it happened to every single one of my prompts, on purpose. The filler who kept picking my prompts and switching the character focus telling me they just wanted to be unconventional and edgy -- (yeah, I didn't get that either) -- when really I felt they just wanted more angst for their own character and liked the prompt for their own character. It was astoundingly frustrating to me.

No, I'm not saying that this was a purposeful snafu of the prompt. And no, I don't think this feedback has to mean the filler should stop writing the story, and of course it's still going to have readers, and readers who really love it.

I just also think the feedback -- that this has turned into a d'Artagnan story and has jumped off the mark, that Aramis is looking more and more like a jealous and manipulative lover rather than someone whose depression and pain at being infertile is being developed -- is valid feedback to give. The jump to this becoming d'Artagnan's story happened really fast.

sa as above. i see others have already talked in longer form about this. i'll shut up now.

I can`t believe I am actually defending myself here, since the OP asked for d`Artagnan`s opinions and feelings, read the prompt and comments, and hello we are only six fills in theres going to be a shit load more yet, I`m just setting up the background here, yes it is going to be Aramis centric but there more than just his character at play here.

Also as to his depression, do you think everyone displays depression in the same way?, no, they do not, some people put on a game face, show themselves to loud and confident and happy while on the inside they are breaking, d`you realize that Nymphomania is a type of self harm?, that is what Aramis is doing, to make up for what he feels is his short falls he acts overly sexually aggressive and provocative to hide his emotions.

All of which will, if I am given the chance, become clear in further chapters, however if this continues then I`m sorry OP but I got enough hassle in school and I`m not taking it here, people either cool off and learn patience or I end the fic here.

I will be careful of that, but I figured in the circumstances their temper was understandable.

As for the other question no Milady is not an Omega this is`nt Omegaverse, males can just have babies, she is however a sick twisted evil bitch

I'm on this, I think. Would OP be all right with a near death experience here rather than actual death? The prompt seems to leave an opening for that.

No one here wants to hassle you and we all would be sad if you left the story now.

People were just expressing their feelings that your fill for them did not seem to fulfill the prompt. I can see their point and believe they offered their criticism in a friendly manner which makes me really happy because respectful discussion is what we need instead of all the hatespeech mostly going around. This is what I really love about this fandom. I don't really think I have come across any hate speech in this fandom so far which is absolutely brilliant.
I really hope you can consider their critisicsm without feeling offended and if you don't agree with it that is perfectly fine also.

I really like your story and am curious what further chapters will show about our favourite musketeers.

take all the time you wish

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Round 3

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Aramis and Treville. Life before the Musketeers?

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