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bbcmusketeerskinkWelcome 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 wank
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Be respectful to everyone
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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
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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
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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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Free For All Round 1
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/1823.html
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.
Announcement: A blanket spoiler warning is necessary for prompts pertaining to season 2. Just season 2 Spoilers in the subject line will do.
Archive:
https://delicious.com/bbcmusketeers
Discussion post:
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/557.html
Official fill post (I strongly suggest you use it for better visibility of your fills):
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/418.html
Mod contact post
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/1356.html
Free For All Round 1
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/1823.html
Re: Fill More than blood 6 Author
Date: 2014-11-01 01:36 pm (UTC)Re: Fill More than blood 6
Date: 2014-11-01 06:13 pm (UTC)*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'.*
And this:
*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'.*
In fandom, it seems like we've skewed towards the idea that any bit of evaluative critique, even if respectfully stated and considering - and valid - is seen as wank or bullying. It creates no room for dialog, and no room for valid feedback. Why do we do this?
When I was young and new to fandom, I received my share of critical feedback. Not all of it was valid, but some of it was very on point and, luckily for me, most of the time, respectfully stated. It made me think about things. Even if I didn't agree, it made me consider things that had never occurred to me before. It made me more discerning. It pushed me to be a better writer. I'm not saying I never got defensive, but I also learned to step back and look at things and when it was needed, to ask questions, and to dialog about my fic choices and become more confident in them.
For clarity, I'm not on board with disrespect. I do agree, though, that we can be respectful without sacrificing the ability to give genuine feedback beyond "this is great, thanks." Additionally, we can give feedback without resorting to being attacking or condescending, and without requiring the author to automatically conform and agree, if that makes sense.
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Okay, so I'm realizing this should maybe be in the discussion post. Since this is just a fly by comment, I'm going to leave it here, for now, and hope that doesn't twist anyone out of shape.
Fill More than blood 7
Date: 2014-11-01 07:43 pm (UTC)Aramis and d`Art will bond some what in this fill, however due to outside influences Aramis is going to start suffering flash backs of when he was pregnant, and miscarried his baby, the flashbacks are going to get worse with violent nightmares which will be triggered by d`Artagnan coming close to a Miscarriage himself and since Athos and Porthos attention will mainly be on him Aramis will be trying to deal with all this alone, and be falling apart inside as he does so.
PS If you want to flame Red Guards be my guest!!!
Fill
Being sore between his thighs was something Aramis ahd become very use to since he was sixteen.
Violent, painful, and sometimes down right perverse sex had been the only thing keeping him from finding the nears rope and hanging himself.
He could still remember his betrothed ending their relationship, how he had tried to make it sound more of a duty he must undertake and bear, than a choice he wished for.
"Rene I am my Fathers only child!, I have to carry on my families name!, and now I can`t do that with you!" Ignace said "My Father has said I must wed elsewhere, said I Must continue our line!, and while I love you, you can not give me an heir"
"If you love me how can you do this to me?" Aramis had cried tears filling his eyes and spilling down his pale cheeks, "I have just lost our baby!, and now you break my heart!?", Ignace looked away pursing his lips and shaking his head as Aramis and shook and clenched his fists
"How am I supposed to go on with my life now?" Aramis whispered "Knowing what we had?, what we could have had?, remembering our baby moving in my belly?, and not even having you to ease the grief of his loss?, what d`you think will happen to me if you leave?" he demanded his lips quivering as tears continued to spill down his face "Who will have me now? a disgraced and barren Omega?, what will I do?"
"Maybe an older Alpha will have you" Ignace offered weakly, a teenagers lack of empathy for others clear in his attitude, he was not being malicious on purpose he was simply to young and inexperianced to know how to handle this properly, had not learned and grown enough to be able to help Aramis and stand by him.
"An older Alpha?" Aramis spat
"One who already has children, does not need an heir", Aramis gave a chocked cry turning his back and pushing his fist to his mouth
"Or maybe you should enter the Church as your parents suggest" Ignace said "You could become a fine priest, maybe even a Cardinal in time, it will give your life purpose, and meaning"
"While you go and fill the belly of another" Aramis snarled turning to look at Ignace with fury on his face "Fuck you Ignace!, if it had`nt been for you I would still be able to have babies!, my life would`nt be fucking ruined!, it`s your fault this happened!, and I hope that you are unable to begett a single child!, that your seed turns rancid and weak inside your balls and every pup your new Omega conceives withers and dies!!!".
Aramis had not meant the words of course, but his own anger and pain had made him vindictive and spiteful, when Ignace and his new bride Margo had been taken by the Sweat a year later he had not celebrated, in fact he had lit candles in memory of them, and of course one for his lost baby.
As he now walked down the shit and filth trodden streets of Paris, his backside and thighs aching from Athos and Porthos taking him at the same time, Aramis could not help but think about all this, about Ignace`s rejection of him, of his poor baby who`d been taken from his womb before birth.
Why?, why him?, why did he loose his baby?, why had God been so cruel as to rob him of everything in one misrable night?.
"You alright?" Athos asked startling Aramis out of his melancholic thoughts and was instantly flashed a blinding and flirtatious smile "Perfect Quirida" he replied "I`m just thinking about what I want to do to you both when we get home!"
"Good God!" Porthos snorted "We just fucked like rabbits!, do you never get sated?"
"Never!" Aramis smirked, his well practised smirk on his face, his hips swishing provocativly
"Slut!" Porthos growled affectionately "I`ll tan that rump of yours when we get home!"
"Ohh I hope so!"
"Wait a moments, I think someone else is going to need that doing?" Athos sighed nodding to the other side of the street where d`Artagnan was coming from, having left Constance.
Fill More than blood 8
Date: 2014-11-01 08:14 pm (UTC)"I went to see Constance" d`Artagnan sighed "And can we please do this elsewhere, I don`t want to air our dirty laundry in the street!"
"I second that!" Aramis stated hoping to pacify the Alphas before they got anymore incensed, however fate, or rather suicidal Red Guards had other plans and decided to make their presence known.
"Well well, if it is`nt the four Inseparables" Jussac sneered as he, Cahussac, Bernard, Du`lac, and Pierre saunted down the road and stopped about twelve feet away from them
"More like the Four fuckwits!" Bernard snorted looking the four Musketeers over and getting a growl from Porthos "Look at `em!, a slave whores brat!, a pisshead!, a knocked up child, and a barren whore!"
"Yeah!" Du`lac laughed "No wonder they wanted the whelp!, I hear Aramis is so barren not even lice breed on him!".
Aramis paled and flinched back as if he`d been punched in the gut, Athos hand going to shoulder in a protective stance while d`Artagnan lunged forward his dagger drawn
"Say that again and I`ll fucking cut your ugly face off!" he snarled bearing his teeth like an enraged wolf making Aramis`s heart leap with a surge of love at the younger Omegas loyalty to him, however it did not lessen the sting of the Red Guards words especially not with d`Artagnan looking so fecund.
"Can`t you keep your Bitch under control?" Jussac asked "Or should I give him a whipping?"
"Touch one hair and I`ll crush your hands!" Porthos growled going to d`Artagnan`s side
"Hey Athos!" Pierre called sliding his weight to one hip in a cocky manner "Ai`nt you worried that mixing seed with the mutt here`ll damage the pedigree of your pu...argh!!!!", he broke off in a scream as d`Artagnan`s dagger was suddenly embedded in his shoulder! and the furious Omega snatched Porthos pistol from it`s holster, loaded already as always and shot Cahussac just above the knee as he came to the Betas aid!.
"You little bitch!" Bernard shouted drawing his sword, as did Jussac and Du`lac, but Porthos and Athos were there in an instant their own blades at the ready
"Mis stay with d`Art!" Porthos shouted his boot smacking Bernard in the crotch leaving the poor bastard moaning on the ground as he parried with Du`Lac, Athos trading blows, or more delivering them and making Jussac look like a fool as he easily fought him and swiftly sliced open his arm and chest
"Aramis?" he called "Want me to slice his bollocks off?" he asked conversationally!!!
"Have to find them first!" Aramis called back an arm about d`Artagnan`s shoulders "Thankyou for that" he whispered into the Omegas ear "I owe you one"
"No you don`t Mis" d`Artagnan replied "Red guards are pricks, bastards deserved it!".
With the loss of three fingers, Jussac was disarmed and with a viscious punch to the face he was on the ground unconscious joined by Du`Lac who was spitting out the remains of his teeth and clutched his shattered nose while Porthos flung Bernard across the road leaving him to land in a pile of horse shit face first!
"Where you fuckin` belong you shit eating wanker!" d`Artagnan yelled at him getting a giggle from Aramis a grin from Porthos and an exasperated roll of the eyes from Athos
"Maybe we should head home before we`re arrested for dueling?" Aramis offered forcing a smile to remain on his face, while he was amused by his Alphas and d`Artagnan defeating five red guards without so much as getting out of breath, he was hurting like he`d been stabbed at their comments on his infertility
"A wise decision" Athos agreed sheathing his sword "However this was not planned, therefore it was not a duel, it was a brawl!, and I doubt they`ll want to brag about being defeated by a pregnant Omega and two alphas"
"And face planted in shit!" Porthos laughed grabbing Aramis about the waist and hauling him over his shoulder and kissing him deeply "We get home I`m fucking you and d`Art through the bed five times in a row!".
Fill More than blood 9
Date: 2014-11-01 08:36 pm (UTC)D`Artagnan`s sour mood washed away by proving he was still able to fight when so heavy with child, and very aroused by Athos and Porthos show of Alpha strength.
Shit jokes ran back and forth, and wild schemes to see the Cardinal face planted in horse turd were being made!, even an idea of filling his skull cap with it and planting it on his head were suggested!.
They went straight to bed, ripping their clothes of and rutting on the bed like wild animals, Aramis and d`Artagnan being taken by Athos and Porthos then switching partners, even laying front to front touching, licking, suckling and milking each other as the Alphas all but wept with lust and lunged on them!.
They shared dinner in bed, eating it off each others bodies and licking fingers in lewd slaps of skin against skin, passing wine back and forth, Aramis all but performing oral on the bottle before Athos siezed him and made use of his mouth! while Porthos grabbed d`Artagnan and had him squirming in his lap!.
As the two Alphas and pregnant Omega fell asleep in each others arms, Aramis lay awake tears slipping silently down his temples to fall into his hair as he heard the Red Guards words in his head again, and remembered the days after his miscarriage.
He was laying in bed, sick with blood loss, infection, and misery.
It had been only three days since the brutal midwife and wrenched the baby from his womb, his belly was still round and breasts still full and leaking in a cruel mockery of what he had lost.
His hands strayed to touch his swollen belly but now instead of feeling the fluttering and kicks of his baby, he felt only emptiness, and pain, between his legs, where the birth passage had been so brutally torn he was throbbing, the crude stitches running with blood and puss, his insides feeling like there were on fire, his contracting, misplaced and damaged womb seemed to have become a furnace in his belly, a vile cask of poison destroying any chance he had of further offspring.
"let me die!" Aramis whispered as he curled his legs up to his throbbing middle and closed his eyes "Please God, just let me die!".
How could it have been, that just a few days ago he`d been laying in Ignace`s arms, feeling the baby turn and kick, laughing at how he was having to have his breeches let out, was planning the nursery, and knitting swaddeling clothes, and now he was alone in his darkened room, sick and heart broken, and wishing for his life to end so he did`nt have to suffer anymore pain.
Aramis, hand "porn"
Date: 2014-11-02 02:10 am (UTC)Re: Portamis- No time for Haters (dark, time period-homophobia, Ace-Athos)
Date: 2014-11-02 02:14 am (UTC)Re: Aramis, hand "porn"
Date: 2014-11-02 04:08 am (UTC)2nded
Reincarnation fic (d'Artagnan/Constance, Porthos/Aramis)
Date: 2014-11-02 05:04 am (UTC)D'Artagnan as soon as he's old enough goes looking for everyone and finds them. Everyone is remarkably the same, though Aramis is a woman in this life (think along the lines of gorgeous stripper with a love of guns), but the biggest surprise is when he finds the love of his old-life Constance is a man. And he's a total badass!
StarWars Crossover!
Date: 2014-11-02 06:16 am (UTC)Maybe Treville is an old Jedi Knight that runs a misfit outfit of Force and non-force wielders that either refused to join or were rejected by the main Jedi temple on Coruscant.
His men include Athos the broken Jedi and fallen Noble from Coruscant, he's also the best with a lightsaber.
Porthos the ex-thief and space pirate, son of a slave and strong in the Force, but didn't start learning to properly use it and a lightsaber until Treville found and recruited him.
Aramis the twi'lek sharp shooter, strong in the 'healing' Force.
D'Art a farmboy strong in the Force and with revenge on his mind.
Or your own ideas for them, gen or slash its all good!
Re: FILL: Soldier Boy 2/?
Date: 2014-11-02 11:05 am (UTC)Fill: Athos + Unconscious Aramis 1/2
Date: 2014-11-02 11:32 am (UTC)The gunshot immediately sent adrenaline pumping through Athos and, whilst he heard a loud thud coming from behind, he wasn’t able to check on what was happening over his shoulder because someone was up on the hill firing at them. Athos kicked his horse and rode over to some boulders at the bottom of the hillside. There he jumped off his horse and unclipped his pistol from his belt.
Peeking out he fired at a figure he saw up in the trees. Athos managed to hit his intended target as the man immediately fell forward and collapsed to the ground. Then there were a couple of angry shouts as two men ran down the hill with swords swinging above their heads, dodging the trees as they careered forward. Athos clipped his pistol back onto his belt and pulled out his sword. Stepping out from behind the rocks, he waited for the attackers to arrive.
Curiosity got the better of him and he did glance back to see Aramis lying on the ground. The thud had obviously been his fellow Musketeer falling off his horse. Aramis wasn’t moving. Athos had to dull the panic which was making his stomach do flips because the robbers were almost upon him. He raised his sword and attacked them before they had the chance to even think.
Trying to control the anger bubbling beneath the surface, Athos fought ferociously and he showed no mercy. As soon as either of them left any part of their torso unguarded, Athos thrust his sword into the flesh. It wasn’t long before his sword was covered in blood and then men were dead on the ground.
Athos suddenly heard another noise. A yell and the thunder of horses’ hooves. Athos spun around to see a fourth robber on Aramis’ horse. He held the reigns of Athos’ horse in his right hand and, kicking at the beast, he sped off with both of them. Athos charged off after him but his legs were no match for the speed of the horses. Anyway, he had to check on Aramis. With a defeated sigh he let the man go and twisted around before racing back over to where Aramis had fallen.
Athos fell to his knees.
“Aramis?” he called, to see if he’d get a reaction. The man was lying on his back with his eyes closed. Athos tugged the man’s hat off his head and threw it to the side. He immediately saw blood trickling down the side of Aramis’ temple. Athos ran his fingers through the brown curls and pulled some of the hair back. He found a nasty gash which he inspected as best he could. Whilst it was bleeding profusely he couldn’t see bone.
He searched the rest of Aramis, patting and tugging at his clothes. Needing to make sure that there were no other injuries. Athos found none.
“Damn you, Aramis,” he muttered to himself. Despite knowing that it wasn’t Aramis’ fault, he found some comfort in blaming Aramis for everything. Athos tilted his own head back and tugged at the scarf he had around his neck. He pulled it off and then gently wrapped it around Aramis’ head, making sure that the head-wound was covered. He tied the scarf tightly, hoping that it might stop the bleeding a little.
Then he looked around and sighed. No horses and no-one else around. He knew that it would take at least half a day to walk back to Paris, but what choice did he have? He looked down back at his unconscious friend and wondered for a moment if he should wait to see if the man woke up but that could take hours, if he even woke up at all. He couldn’t wait hours.
“Damn you, Aramis,” he repeated and started pulling weapons off the unconscious man. He knew that Aramis was going to kill him for leaving his beloved weapons behind but he didn’t feel like he had a choice. Undoing buckles and belts, Athos carried all of Aramis’ weapons over to the boulders where he hid the weapons behind some tall grass so they could at least come back and retrieve them.
Then he returned to his friend and crossed the man’s arms over his chest. Athos bent forward, he pushed one arm underneath Aramis’ knees and then the other underneath his shoulders. With a heave and a grunt of effort, he scooped the man up in his arms.
He suddenly wished that Porthos was there. Porthos would make it look easy. Yet, with gritted teeth and a lot of determination, he managed to get up onto his feet, holding onto Aramis tightly. He adjusted the unconscious man slightly, pulling him close to his chest. Aramis’ head fell backwards but Athos could do nothing about it.
“Stay alive for me,” Athos requested as he put one foot in front of the other and started walking.
At first it didn’t feel too bad, he couldn’t move quickly but he could walk at a steady pace. But then his arms started to ache and he felt Aramis slowly slipped from his grasp. Athos had to constantly adjust, tugging Aramis up again. Yet, one time when he did so, Aramis’ arm suddenly slipped from his stomach and fell down. This changed the balance and Athos found himself having to fall forward onto his knees and drop Aramis down for a moment. He found himself panting, utterly exhausted already from just a short time of walking.
He looked down at Aramis again and tugged his own gloves off as his hands were sweating. Quickly wiping the sweat onto his trousers, he reached out and touched Aramis’ cheek with the palm of his hand. The skin didn’t feel cold nor did Aramis have a fever. Athos considered this a good sign.
“Wake up,” he whispered but Aramis showed no sign of coming round. He just stayed lying there, looking like he was asleep. Athos took in a deep breath accepting the fact that he’d just have to keep going. So he picked Aramis up in his arms again and struggled to his feet. He adjusted the unconscious man for a moment and then continued to walk.
It was when the ground started to become unsteady that Athos struggled again. On a couple of occasions his feet slipped on stones and he almost dropped Aramis. His fingers gripped onto the leather tighter and he continued on. Yet it wasn’t long until his arms started to shake and his hands were going numb.
He tried to fight on but then he tripped on something and it send them both flying forward. He tried to stop Aramis from hitting the ground too hard but he ended up falling on top of his lifeless friend.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated, pushing himself up off Aramis and checking the man for further injuries. His scarf around Aramis’ head was soaked through with blood so Athos undid the knot and pulled it off. He started undressing Aramis with shaking fingers. He untied the blue sash which Aramis wore around his waist and tied that around his forehead instead.
Then he tugged Aramis’ coat off his arms. He needed to lighten the weight of the man or they’d never get back to Paris and leaving Aramis was certainly not an option.
Athos pulled the cross out of Aramis’ shirt and let it hang loosely over his chest, deciding that they needed all the help they could get. He picked the man up again. His back hurt, his arms ached but he wasn’t going to give up. He just needed to keep walking. Step-by-step towards Paris. That’s all he needed to worry about, one foot in front of the other.
Damn you, Aramis, Athos thought in his head. Damn you for being so infuriating, frustrating and testing my patience at every opportunity. Damn you for never listening to us and thinking you’re always doing the right thing by keeping us out of it. Damn you for not realising that we’d lay down our lives for you as you would for us. Damn you for your charm, smiles and the ability you have to wrap everyone around your little finger. Damn you for getting yourself into ridiculous situations. Damn you for your kindness, friendship and generous heart. Damn you for making me care so much about you that I could never leave you behind.
Fill: Athos + Unconscious Aramis 2/2
Date: 2014-11-02 11:35 am (UTC)“Please wake up,” he whispered, stroking some of the hair which was sticking up from beneath the blue sash. “Please wake up now.”
Unfortunately Aramis made no sign of coming around. Athos was thirsty, terribly thirsty and his back was throbbing with pain. Only one more hour, he told himself. One more hour and Aramis would be safe.
Summoning strength from somewhere deep within, Athos picked Aramis up one last time. He was determined not to put him down until they reached the village. So he carried him securely in his arms and, by the time he reached the village, the plan in his mind had changed and he walked right past it. The garrison was only another thirty minutes away. He could take Aramis directly to the garrison.
As he entered Paris everyone was giving him strange looks. A couple of people even came over to help but Athos scared them off with glares. He wasn’t going to let anyone else carry Aramis. He needed to take care of him. Athos was certain that he had never been so pleased to see the walls of the garrison before. He stumbled inside and stood there, holding Aramis in his arms and the first face he saw was Porthos.
Porthos stood frozen for a moment and then immediately raced over. He took Aramis out of Athos’ arms seconds before Athos fell forward onto his knees and the world around him started spinning. He could hear mumbled voices around him, not making any sense. He closed his eyes and noticed how his arms felt like they were floating. There was a hand on his back and then arms underneath his own, tugging him to his feet. Next water was poured down his throat which made him choke at first but then he managed to swallow some of it down. He saw the blur of faces, heard muffled voices but all he could think about was Aramis.
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“He’s asking for you,” d’Artagnan said as he came over to the bench where Athos was attempting to eat supper.
“He should be resting,” Athos pointed out, not looking up at the young man.
“He is resting but he wants to see you.”
Athos nodded and got up from the bench, his legs still felt heavy but he knew they’d recover soon enough. He patted d’Artagnan’s shoulder as he walked past and went up the steps towards the room where Aramis had already been seen by the physician.
When he stepped inside he found Porthos sitting in a chair next to the bed and Treville standing in the corner of the room. Aramis was sitting up in bed, a new white bandage wrapped around his forehead and a clean shirt on. He immediately grinned when he saw Athos.
“Where have you been?!” he asked.
Before Athos had the chance to come up with excuses Treville nodded at him with a smile and left the room. Then Porthos got up from the chair.
“I’ll leave you both to it,” Porthos said and then looked down at Aramis. “Promise me you’ll sleep once Athos has gone?”
Aramis nodded obediently, which didn’t actually mean that he was being honest but the nod seemed to satisfy Porthos who smiled down at his friend and then smiled at Athos as he left the room.
“Come here,” Aramis insisted. Athos paused for a moment but then slowly walked over. Aramis patted the bed and Athos perched himself down. Before he had to the chance to pull away Aramis suddenly reached for his hand and held it tightly. He looked straight into Athos’ eyes.
“Thank you,” he said and squeezed the hand. Athos nodded back and that was all that needed to be said. Aramis didn’t let go of his hand as he closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillows.
Accidental injuries
Date: 2014-11-02 12:02 pm (UTC)Aramis/female character (pegging)
Date: 2014-11-02 12:40 pm (UTC)But not Anne, please.
It can be an experienced Aramis talking someone through it, or an inexperienced Aramis with his first time.
Re: Fill: Athos + Unconscious Aramis 2/2
Date: 2014-11-02 02:48 pm (UTC)If you are up for concrit, there are two details that didn't quite work for me: First, at the beginning, after the shot, thud, and not having heard/seen anything of Aramis, Athos looked to him when curiosity got the better of him, which reads somewhat careless and blasé, and I think worry might have been a better motivator here.
Secondly, this: Damn you for being so infuriating, frustrating and testing my patience at every opportunity. Damn you for never listening to us and thinking you’re always doing the right thing by keeping us out of it. Damn you for not realising that we’d lay down our lives for you as you would for us. Damn you for your charm, smiles and the ability you have to wrap everyone around your little finger. Damn you for getting yourself into ridiculous situations. It seems a bit abrupt and out of nowhere. Yes, Athos is channelling his anger at Aramis for lack of another target, but there's a big emphasis here that reads like Aramis has a habit of taking risks and having little regard for his own life that seems out of place, since the story didn't include Aramis e.g. getting shot by putting himself between Athos and the attack.
Re: FILL: Soldier Boy 2/?
Date: 2014-11-02 06:57 pm (UTC)Diwali d`Artagnan is Sikh or Hindu TW Possible time period racism and religious bigotry
Date: 2014-11-02 07:40 pm (UTC)On his Mothers side d`Artagnan is either Sikh or Hindu, his Father allowing his Mother to practise her faith and teach their Son about her culture.
D`Artagnan receives letters and gifts from his Mother family in India, word having reached them of his Fathers death (It would take weeks of not months for such letters to travel back and forth, thank god we have telephones and internet these days).
The inseparables are intrigued and fascinated by both the gifts d`Artagnan has received, and the fact he is of his Mother faith rather than Catholic.
To celebrate Diwali, d`Artagnan invites the Inseparables to share in the celebration with him, explaining it`s meaning and origen to them, serving traditional Asian foods, and wearing traditional Asian clothing.
Fill Learn to love again 6
Date: 2014-11-02 08:07 pm (UTC)After he had bathed d`Artagnan was given fresh clothing to wear, a black and silver caftan that fell to just below his knees, and a silver corset to wear over it.
Deciding not to put up a fuss at this, he turned his back for the Nubian to lace him tight, wincing at the sharp pull against his ribs and abdomen.
"Come" the large man said pushing d`Artagnan towards to door "master wants you back to work"
"Master can go fuck himself!" d`Artagnan muttered under his breath, having to force himself to keep his head down and move as he was told, reluctantly taking a seat on one of the low couches and taking up a goblet of wine handed to him by one of the other concubines, this one perhaps of his own age or there abouts.
Pretty enough to be a girl, with smokey grey eyes, light olive skin, and jet black hair he was a popular choice in the brothel.
His eyes were made up with excess kohl and silver/blue paint, his heart shaped lips smeared in red ochre to make them more kissable, and to make his eyes all the more doe like and beguiling he took the risk of blindness and death by utilizing a trick Italian Courtesans used of dropping a little Bella Donna into their eyes to make them dilate.
"You`re a pretty one" he whispered the scent of opium on his breath, and the unsteady sway of his limbs telling he was not completely sober, a shaking hand reached out and patted d`Artagnan`s cheek a predatory smirk spreading over his lips as he emboldened himself and lunged forward against d`Artagnan his hand going up the caftan to fondle at d`Artagnan`s cock and balls! while his mouth was hot and wet on his throat!
"Get off me!" d`Artagnan shouted shoving the boy away his hand immediately going to his hip for his sword, which of course was missing
"C`mon learn to like it!" the boy laughed as he climbed back to his feet "We can make it good for ya!, make you squirm and spurt!"
"Touch me again and I`ll rip your hands off!" d`Artagnan growled ignoring the other boys, some of which were too drunk or stoned to do anything but look on with glazed eyes and empty expressions, while others grinned and called out encouragement to d`Artagnan and the lad whom they named Nickos
"C`mon!" Nickos goaded "lemme kiss that sore bum better!"
"Fuck you!" d`Artagnan shouted moving swiftly out of Nickos lunge and delivery a blow to the lad that sent him sprawling across the floor
"You li`l bitch!" he half laughed, half snarled, leaping to his feet he rushed d`Artagnan who caught him in the headlock, however the momentum had them both tumbling to the ground and were soon rolling upon it in a brawl, Nickos teeth biting into d`Artagnan`s shoulder making him scream and but his forehead against the face of the other man his knees digging into his sides and elbows cracking down on his ribs winding Nickos and knocking him back, d`Artagnan lunged forward, swift as a snake, his shoulder bleeding and fury up, he was on Nickos in a second his fist pulled back ready to strike while Basir came in with an angry shout, sending guards running and pulling the two of them apart, holding them before Basir.
"You stupid little sluts" he sneered at them noting the bruises and torn clothes "You`ll both pay for this"
"Little tease was asking for it!" Nickos shouted squirming in the guards grip
"YOu kept your hands to yourself you would`nt have got a kicking!" d`Artagnan shot back only to yelp as the back of Basirs hand smacked across his face
"Twenty lashes each, be sure to salt the wounds after, we don`t want infection" he ordered "And not going easy on `em, make `em both hurt and learn their lesson".
Fill Learn to love again 7
Date: 2014-11-02 08:36 pm (UTC)While Athos made a beeline for d`Artagnan, Porthos noted all the guards, seeing the weapon laden bodies, and few exit choices, while selecting a boy who looked all of ten years old with white blonde hair and corn flower blue eyes.
Sickness rolling in his stomach at Basirs smirk he allowed the boy to lead him into one of the chambers taking the boys hands and kneeling before him with a gentle smile
"S`alright li`l man, m`not here for any of that" he said giving the small hands a squeeze
"Then what Monsieur?" the boy asked shakily avoid Porthos eyes and nibbling his bottom lip
"Information" Porthos said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a stick of marchpane and handing it to the now wide eyed lad "You tell me all the ways in and out of this dump and there`ll be another stick for ya too!".
"Are you alright?" Athos asked seeing the stiff way d`Artagnan was moving and the pallor of his skin his stomach lurching at the thoughts of what could have occurred since he left "What happened?"
"Nothing" d`Artagnan whispered sitting down on the bed and wincing with pain
"D`Artagnan?" Athos warned frowning at the boy
"I got in a fight" d`Artagnan replied "Basir...........he......"
"He what?", Athos voice was nothing but a growl of fury his hands going to the sword at his hip keen to avenge his......wait HIS?, Gascon!, d`Artagnan mumbled something looking away as if ashamed
"D`Artagnan?" Athos pressed fearing the worst had happened that d`Artagnan had been violated by the bastard whoreson who ran this place
"They whipped us" d`Artagnan repeated before doubling over in pain "Oh God!, my back hurts so bad!" he moaned lifting the loose caftan sans any corset "Look!" he whispered revealing the twenty bloody red raw wheels across his back delivered by a cat of nine tails.
Athos felt like all the breath had left his body, his blood boiling in his veins at the sight of d`Artagnan`s abused flesh, the desire to go and rip Basir apart, consequences be damned burning in his gut and heart, only years of experiance as a Musketeer kept him from acting on this instinct, instead he crossing the room his hands going to d`Artagnans shoulders and carefully examining the wounds for himself.
Each one was expertly delivered a deep enough to have spilled alot of blood, it was no wonder d`Artagnan was in pain, the welts needed to be stitched, not just rubbed over with salt and alcohol to clean them.
"They do not look infected" Athos said wishing he could do more for d`Artagnan, looking about the room he spied a bowl of water and rose from the bed, "Lay on your front, I`ll try and ease some of the pain" he said taking a hand kerchief from his pockets and returning to the bed to gently douse each welt and massage the reddened flesh about the wounds wincing with every cry d`Artagnan let out, the fact he was vocalizing his pain showed just how bad it was, normally he`d have swallowed his own tongue before crying, but right now he was unable to keep from expressing his torment as Athos cleaned and massaged his back,
"I`ll kill Basir for this" Athos swore as he set aside the cloth and bloody water "I swear to you, he will pay for this, I`ll see to it personally"
"I know you will" d`Artagnan whispered looking at Athos with watery eyes, perhaps it was the pain of seeing d`Artagnan like this, or the stress of the past few days, but Athos found himself leaning forward and pressing a kiss into the Gascons mouth.
d'Aratgnan and Grey (Snowpiercer) character mashup
Date: 2014-11-02 10:30 pm (UTC)A) d'Artagnan the brutal freerunning assassin with a soft heart but reasons to be feeling violent
Or
B) mute d'Atagnan with everything he has ever needed to say tattooed on his body somewhere
Or, you know, Grey in the Musketeers universe being saved and adopted by the Inseperables
OP Re: Fill: Athos + Unconscious Aramis 2/2
Date: 2014-11-03 12:16 am (UTC):)
Fill: Individualized punishments/imprisonment (non con, violence, slavery) 3/?
Date: 2014-11-03 07:23 pm (UTC)Very minor spoilers for episode 9.
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"Constance," Treville started, his hat in his hands as he stood in the Bonacieux's doorway, but anything further he might have said was interrupted by her gasp.
"No." She whispered it, her hands pressed to her mouth.
"They're alive," he said forcefully, hoping to stop the panic that had already paled her cheeks.
"Where? Hurt?" she pressed, moving forward first, reaching as if to grasp his coat, and then quickly back so that they could both enter the house. "There's been no..."
"Constance, please, let me explain," he broke in. She fell abruptly silent, and in the face of her expectant gaze Treville faltered. He settled his hands on the back of a chair bracing himself. "There's a group plotting to move against the King. They've been taking Musketeers, trying to thin our ranks and leave the King exposed. We've retrieved all until now, but they're getting smarter - better informed. We do not know where they're getting their information."
"And they've taken d'Artagnan?" she asked, still pale but anger starting to clear her panic and firm her countenance.
"No. They tried, and they managed to take the others. D'Artagnan escaped the fight and made it back to the garrison on Athos' horse to warn us," Treville hesitated on what to tell the woman before him, thinking of stumbling from his room at the barracks in the middle of the night to find d'Artagnan bloody and barely conscious, clinging to a horse not his own, rambling about the others. "He's injured, seriously so, but safe in Paris. Our concern now is for the missing."
"What can I do?" Constance said, all traces of panic now gone and replaced with determination. He could so easily see why the Inseparables doted on this woman. "I can sit with d'Artagnan - you need every man. Or... or I can fight for you. You know I'm..."
"Constance," Treville broke in. "What I would ask of you... Please know you can refuse, or change your mind at any time. There are other means..."
"Captain," Constance said firmly, flushing at her own bravery. "Tell me what you want me to do. Please."
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"Your majesty." It is hard to bow well with two men flanking him with glowering threats of violence, but Treville thought he pulled it off.
The tiny woman sat before him drew to her feet, her posture proud and unrelenting. "You mock me, Musketeer."
"Far from it," he replied, keeping his tone even. This was a risk, and if the Queen of the Court of Miracles was to take offence while he stood here in the centre of her domain, he would surely not make it out unscathed. "I've come to beg for aid."
There's a scoffing noise from all present, but it is the Queen who replies; "A nobleman, begging, here?"
Treville glanced at his boots, suppressing a smile. "You should know, my family title was bought by my father when I was already a Captain in his majesty's army. It had little meaning to my birth or my youth. I would prefer you think of me as an equal, Phyllis." He was careful to pronounce her name, but not to voice the noble surname that should follow. She has chosen her place here, eschewed family and nobility, but he would not assume that her guards and companions knew of her history and he had no right to reveal it.
Her expression had gone hard, hearing the words he had not spoken. "I was curious," she said, half-turning. "Now I'm simply annoyed."
"I understand the imposition," Treville added hastily, as the guard firmed his grip on his doublet, acting on the unspoken dismissal. "But my men are in need of aid, and my position is regretfully restrained to the King's side at such a time. I would rather be riding out to aid my Musketeers, and instead I stand here before you."
"You stand here before me," Flea repeated, slowly. "Begging." There was a flicker of a smile, and she turned back. "But why would you beg, nobleman, when you have so much to offer in payment to the Court."
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He was exhausted when he made it back to the garrison, but he had one last favour to ask, one last makeshift soldier to arm, and he could not avoid this last discussion. Jacques was at his side the moment he dismounted, holding his horse and already loosening his bridle and girth as he stepped back. Such an efficient boy, he'd learned so fast.
He followed him into the stables, and at his uncertain glance gestured that he should continue in his duties. He carefully paced the length of the stables, checking that there was no soul to overhear their plotting, and rejoined Jacques as he settled his horse's tack on the rail for cleaning.
"Jacques, when your father died in the service of the King's Musketeers I was honoured to take you into the garrison. You've been the hardest working stable boy I have known and hope to one day present you to the King for your commission."
Jacques blushed, ducking his head and shuffling on his feet as he busied his hands with a rag. "Thank you, Captain."
"What I will ask of you now," Treville continued, "I ask with no small amount of trepidation. Know that you can..."
"I'll do it," Jacques interrupted immediately, his eyes up and bright with excitement.
Treville hissed. "Don't interrupt me, boy. You're not a Musketeer yet."
"No, sir," Jacques replied, and as Treville took breath to speak again, continued: "But I'll do it sir. For the inseparables. I'm guessing you'll want me at the forge, since Mme Bonacieux would be best suited visiting with M. Aramis, and Mlle Phyllis will take her friends to watch over M. Porthos."
Treville tried, in vain, to hide his utter surprise at the pronouncement. "Jacques... one day you will make a great Musketeer. At the least, your gift for eavesdropping will stand you in good stead." He added the last under his breath.
"You'll remember, sir, I rode with you in aid of the queen." Of course. There was nothing like a dashing rescue and a close-quarters gunfight to give a boy ideas far above his station. And to think he'd promised his father he'd be protected.
"Finish your day's work, Jacques," he dismissed him. "And meet me at the Bonacieux' tonight. Speak of this to no one."
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There was a single bottle of wine allotted for their shift of workers. There were twenty of them in all, between the cutters, the charcoal makers, the waterwheel attendant and the men who moved the dangerous pig iron, and the barrowsmen who loaded the furnace with ore and lime at the top and charcoal at the bottom, all day long.
There was a barrel of watery beer as well, but the wine was the most bitterly fought over.
Food, wine and beer were all delivered unsorted, to a melee of grasping hands. Anyone too slow got nothing for the day.
Athos had been astonished and horrified by this show of chaos when he had first arrived, but after a day going hungry and shaking until he was sick, he had succumbed to the madness of it and charged in. The wine was his ultimate goal, of course, but if he could defend enough food he could barter for a cup. From time to time he wondered if it would be better, be easier to go without rather than string his addiction on, but he was never more functional than after that one drink, and he needed to be functional if he was going to reach the others.
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There was meat and wine laid out every morning when Porthos rose, but the door was still locked and the high windows of his underground prison still barred. He ate and drank because to be weak would be to court death, and he has friends out there who need his help. And because he would face another opponent tonight and the most mercy he could show them was a swift death and no suffering.
Every evening he was offered a woman's company, and he accepted purely for someone to talk to. Sometimes the woman was interested in sex, sometimes not, but the company was a balm to his soul. It was never the same woman twice, and he was reluctant to think about why that might be. Two of them were willing to tell him more about the building in which he was being held, the guards and where they were stationed, the weapons stored out of sight.
He collected the information like the most precious of gems and waited - for his next fight, and for an opportunity. He didn't dare think of the possibility of 'too late', or d'Artagnan languishing injured in some cage.
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The bath was a lavish, unexpected thing. Aramis was making good money for the management here, or so he was told as he never saw a sou, and their esteemed clients preferred a clean body to make unclean themselves. Objection hadn't even occurred to him; when he'd been shown the steaming water he had stripped naked except for the chain at his ankle, and felt no shame for his body exposed in front of the woman who saw to his wellbeing.
The sickness that had roiled in his stomach since he first arrived here was briefly tempered by the heat of the water - already cooling - and he took to scrubbing himself clean with the utmost enthusiasm.
He secreted curls of soap, scraped from the bar with his fingernail, deep in his hair for use in working loose the shackle on his ankle later in the night, and tried to swallow down the guilt at enjoying such a reward when the others were not likely to be being treated so well.
Re: Fill More than blood 9
Date: 2014-11-03 08:27 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Individualized punishments/imprisonment (non con, violence, slavery) 3/?
Date: 2014-11-03 08:28 pm (UTC)