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bbcmusketeerskinkWelcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme
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non-con/dub-con
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suicide
self-harm
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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.
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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:
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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: Little One
Date: 2015-01-15 09:34 pm (UTC)Re: Season 2 Ep 2 spoilers, Louis is furious with d'Art
Date: 2015-01-15 09:37 pm (UTC)Re: Modern AU - Witness Protection OT3 or broT3
Date: 2015-01-15 09:43 pm (UTC)FILL: Five times the Musketeers found usages for Athos' Scarf
Date: 2015-01-15 10:42 pm (UTC)The chill of the night was creeping through the wide gap between the window and its frame. Aramis drew the shortest stick and had to sleep on the floor. He put his palms to the back of his neck, trying to keep himself a little warmer.
“Stop tossing!”
“It’s so damn cold down here,” Aramis murmured. The draft was ruffling his hair.
Porthos got up, crossing the room to the pile of Athos’ clothes. He picked the scarf, opened the window and stuffed the scar to the bottom of the frame. Then he forced the window closed again. “Better?”
“Thanks.”
The girl kept shaking as they safely lead her to her home.
“I’ll be forever thankful to you,” she whispered at her doorstep, giving Aramis a wobbly smile. “If you didn’t–”
Aramis caught her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, silencing her. “I hope the next time we see each other the circumstances will be more favourable.”
The other musketeers rolled their eyes but the girl blushed, fumbling to take off the coat and the scarf that were keeping her warm.
Aramis took them from her, tossing the scarf to Athos with a grin.
D’Artagnan’s heart was pounding but his mind remained clear and focused. The sound of a sword being drawn made him regret he didn’t have his own.
No need to tear my shirt, d’Artagnan thought, hurrying down the slope, reaching his hand to Athos’ neck.
His “May I?” was an afterthought, his fingers were already gripping the scarf. The look in Athos’ eyes assured him that he needn’t have asked.
He yanked at the scarf, wrapping it around his right hand. It was warm to the touch. He turned to the horseman, squaring his shoulders.
Please don’t let there be blood.
“I’m asking you one last time,” Athos said, his voice perfectly calm, “where is the letter?”
The man squirmed in his chair but the ropes hold him tight. There was no answer.
“Fine,” Athos grunted and nodded at Porthos.
Porthos stretched, his spine cracking, and strode forward to the captured man, grinning down at him.
Aramis sighed, propping his legs on the table in front of him and closing his eyes. “This is going to hurt,” he offered quietly.
Porthos paused. “You think he’ll scream?”
“Just gag him,” d’Artagnan advised, bored.
Athos was already unwrapping the scarf from his neck.
“Aramis? You wished to see me?” D’Artagnan called, pushing into the door. Upon entering the room, a bullet whistled above d’Artagnan’s head.
D’Artagnan managed to stay calm. “Arquebus?”
“I’m going to make you the next best marksman,” Aramis’ smile was wicked but d’Artagnan knew his friend would never truly hurt him.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Step closer, for starters.”
With more bravado than he felt, d’Artagnan stepped forward to meet Aramis.
“I need you to be blindfolded,” Aramis huffed. Then a familiar scent surrounded d’Artagnan and he closed his eyes against the fabric pressed to his eyes.
“Hold still,” Athos murmured against d’Artagnan’s neck. “Or I’ll have to tie you up.”
D’Artagnan’s breath hitched. “Would you?”
Athos drew back to take a look at d’Artagnan’s face. “Really?” His voice rose in disbelief and d’Artagnan felt colour rush to his cheeks.
Not trusting his voice, d’Artagnan silently brought his hands up and above his head, crossing his wrists and holding them against the headboard.
“...death of me,” Athos muttered, securing d’Artagnan’s wrists together with a precise skilfulness that made d’Artagnan shiver.
With a jolt, d’Artagnan realized he’d really have to hold still so the delicate scarf wouldn’t tear.
Re: Fill: Little One
Date: 2015-01-15 10:57 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Little One
Date: 2015-01-15 10:58 pm (UTC)Re: Modern AU - Witness Protection OT3 or broT3
Date: 2015-01-16 02:26 am (UTC)+1
Re: OP The Hardest Part [S2 Spoilers,TW:Rape, d'Artagnan/Slavers, d'Artagnan/Athos if you squint]
Date: 2015-01-16 02:31 am (UTC)Re: Minifill: The Hardest Part [S2 Spoilers,TW:Rape, d'Artagnan/Slavers, d'Artagnan/Athos if you squ
Date: 2015-01-16 02:32 am (UTC)Re: Feverish Aramis
Date: 2015-01-16 09:17 am (UTC)Time Apart - Warning Dub/Con, non-con/rape, violence, abuse
Date: 2015-01-16 04:20 pm (UTC)When Athos and Porths eventually come too they find themselves locked up in a prison cell together, where they are told that they are being held as presents for a on old enemy who will be arriving in a couple of months. Until then, they are just made to sit and wallow in their cell.
Unbeknown to them, the leader of the bandits has taken a liking to Aramis and know has him locked in a bedroom, constantly bound and fed very little in order to weaken him so that he puts up less of a fight when the man takes advantage sexually of Aramis' captured state.
All the three can do is hope that their missing comrade(s) made it back safely and will be one day reunited as their capturers have not told them of the others fate.
This all changes however when, after getting angry with his hostages, the leader decided to reveal to Athos and Porthos what has been happening to their missing boyfriend other the weeks in which they've been prisoner.
Up to the filler how this ends.
Do Not let him free
Date: 2015-01-16 04:24 pm (UTC)So I'd love a fic where the others are constantly having to tie up, restrain or lock away Aramis to stop him from doing something stupid.
This could be anything, as serious or cracky as you like, perhaps a 4 + 1 situation or a longer fic, gen or slash (love OT3) but completely up to the filler.
Aramis eating disorder - Warning Eating Disorder
Date: 2015-01-16 04:28 pm (UTC)It takes the other three some time to notice, but when they do they are increasingly worried and try everything to get Aramis to eat.
Cue lots of brotherly love. OT3/4 or gen fine. up to filler.
Re: Treville/De Foix, TW : S2 spoiler
Date: 2015-01-16 04:42 pm (UTC)Re: Modern AU - Witness Protection OT3 or broT3
Date: 2015-01-16 06:10 pm (UTC)Re: Treville/De Foix, TW : S2 spoiler
Date: 2015-01-16 08:43 pm (UTC)Fill Roses are red, Violets are blue, Obsession will be the death of you
Date: 2015-01-16 10:19 pm (UTC)Fill
D`Artagnan knew Athos would not be having a good time with things, having to face his ex-wife in the cardinals court and see her just walk away again scot free, and make a deal with the cardinal to keep Ninon from getting burned at the stake!, whom he had escorted to the edge of Paris to send her into exile.
With that in mind, d`Artagnan was`nt going to leave Athos to wallow alone, and drown himself into yet another bottle all night.
So as Fleur left the house all smiles about being allowed to continue her education and not being forced to marry, d`Artagnan rose from the table securing his sword and maine guache on his hips
"Well I must get on" Constance said looking d`Artagnan over, her eyes pausing on various places of his body, she always seemed to not just look At Him, but at parts of him as if she were critiquing his anatomy, frankly that made d`Artagnan rather uncomfortable, causing him to wonder if he had something on his clothes or had torn them again!.
"It was you that went to Beaudin was`nt it?" d`Artagnan asked, shifting as Constance continued to stare
"Of course, who else?" Constance replied finally lifting her gaze to meet d`Artagnan`s eyes
"It was really kind" the pretty boy said "Very well done"
"Yes....." Constance got a familiar smile on her face, and shifted her weight to one hip "I just wish someone had been that kind for me" she said with a self sympathising tone in her voice "I married too young, and to the wrong man"
"Bonacieux`s not that bad" d`Artagnan said, part of him wanting to be sympathetic, but the bigger part of him wanting to get to Athos "He dos`nt hit you or abuse you in anyway, he might not be the best looking of men, or the richest, but at least he`s loyal and he does love you" he offered her a consoling smile "Lots of women have much worse, and if you don`t feel you`re getting on with him why not talk to him about whats wrong?, try and find some common ground?"
"Common ground?" Constance rose an eyebrow
"Yeah, sit down and talk with him, have a romantic evening" d`Artagnan encouraged "Why not tonight, I won`t be here so you`ll have the whole place to yourself", Constance blinked at this, her jaw tightening and expression growing steely
"You`re going out?"
"Yeah, I need to see Athos" d`Artagnan said securing his pistol and checking his powder "He`s had a hell of a few days, he needs someone with him", giving his Land lady a bright smile he passed her and hurried on out of the house, leaving Constance seething.
"Damn him!" Constance shouted as the door slammed shut, with a roar of fury, she pulled back her arms and knocked everything off the kitchen table!, sending glasses, plates, a bottle of wine, and bowl of grapes flying to shatter on the floor!.
Athos, Athos, Athos!, did d`Artagnan think of nothing else?, ever since he had gotten to Paris all he had talked about was bloody Athos! and Constance was getting more than a little sick of it!.
She spun on her heel as she heard her maids come in, both of them gasping at the mess
"Well don`t just stand there like a pair of stupid cows!" Constance snapped "Clean this mess up or you`ll be out on your ears!"
"Yes ma`am" the maids whisped hurried getting down onto their knees to start picking up the broken glass and potery.
Leaving them to it, Constance headed to d`Artagnan`s bedroom, pausing in the doorway, and pausing in the doorway looking over the room.
The bed was slept in, rumpled where d`Artagnan had`nt bothered to pull the sheets straight, a dirty shirt was left hanging over the single stool in the room, his razor was laid out on the bedside table along with small pat of soap, the damp towel laid beside them.
Smiling to herself Constance stepped into the room, heading towards d`Artagnan`s bed.
Sitting down she ran her hands over the sheets, closing her eyes, she could imagine him laying in them, naked, his tan skin warm, and creased from sleep, his black hair tousled and falling into his eyes as he lay relaxed on the bed, his full lips slightly parted, begging to be kissed....
Letting out a moan, Constance stretched over the bed, imagining she was laying in d`Artagnan`s arms.
Nose down in the sheets she could smell his scent lingering on the sheets, musk and sweat and something uniquely spicy and completely d`Artagnan, a scent that made her think of autumn days in the country where russet leave crunched under her feet as she walked paths made by age not men and could hear birds chirping in the trees above her head.
Rolling onto her back she lower her right hand and pulled up her heavy skirts and chemise, slipping her fingers between her legs and parting her flesh that was already hot and wet with desire.
Moaning loudly she pushed her palm flat against her clit as she pushed her fingers inside herself, rubbing her hand back and forth, her fingers in and out, imagining d`Artagnan`s lithe body laying between her thighs, her muscles flexing as he mounted her and thrust inside her body, his hair falling over his shoulders, her nails running down his back deep enough to draw blood!, making him cry out and fall into her body!, her teeth sinking into his throat, making him as hers!, his young innocent eyes wide with devotion and body shivering against hers as he filled her.....
With a moan Constance came, her red hair flying back against the pillows and free hand clamping onto the bed linen as she panted through her orgasem
"D`Artagnan, you are mine!".
Fill Roses are red, Violets are blue, Obsession will be the death of you 2
Date: 2015-01-16 10:20 pm (UTC)However as d`Artagnan walked into the tavern, he found himself sitting up straighter and a smile spreading over his scarred mouth watching the boy scan the room before his gaze settled on Athos.
A bright smile spread over d`Artagnan`s face, his eyes lighting up as he approached Athos
"Mind some company?" he asked pausing at the stool before him
"Not when the company is yours" Athos replied kicking the stool out for d`Artagnan and beckoning a wench to bring another cup so they could share the wine "Have you eaten?" he asked
"I`m not hungry" d`Artagnan replied, knowing his rent was due in a few days, and he was running low on funds
"A growing boy not hungry?" Athos scoffed "Nonsense", as the wench came over with the bottle he pulled out his purse of coins, "I`d like to order two meals, the freshest meat you have available, with fresh bread, and a round of cheese"
"Chicken`s the freshest" the wench replied "Spiced I believe"
"That`s fine" Athos said handing over the coins and dismissing her without another thought as he filled d`Artagnan`s cup.
"Thankyou" d`Artagnan said, blushing at the mans generocity, but not too proud to turn down a meal,
"Well if you get any skinnier you`ll be able to fit through railings!, and be at risk of getting blown away by the wind!"
"I`m not that thin!" d`Artagnan said with a pout that made Athos smirk
"Please!, you`re all long gangly arms and legs!, I`ve seen half grown steers with more flesh on them!" Athos teased
"Well at least I don`t get slowed down by carrying so much bulk!" d`Artagnan shot back getting a risen eyebrow from Athos
"Are you saying I`m fat?"
"No" d`Artagnan drawled an impish smirk on his face "But you know, with old age and excessive alcohol things to tend to start sagging and getting less toned!, have difficulty rising!"
"You whelp are asking for a belting!" Athos growled, "I`m not old, you are just Adolescent!"
"No, no you`re not old!" d`Artagnan agreed smirking "You`re ancient!"
"Brat!"
"Relic!"
"Pup!"
"Antique!".
The gentle insults were interupted by the wench bringing over their meal, and for several minutes neither men spoke as they ate.
Pausing to wipe his mouth, Athos could`nt help but chuckle at the speed d`Artagnan was eating at!, honnestly with the way the lad ate one would expect him to be Porthos`s size!, and yet was skinny as a rake!
"What?" the Rake in question asked looking up
"Nothing" Athos said taking up his wine "Nothing at all".
Unknown to the men they were being observed through the dirty tavern window by Milady.
With her arms folding under her breasts, one gloved hand lifted towards her lips, she watched as her Husband and brief lover, laughed and talked, ate and drank, clearly enjoying each others company.
Athos had a sparkle in his ice blue eyes, a sparkle that Milady remembered had once been reserved for her only.
"That boy!" she snorted shaking her head, was Athos forming feelings for the child?, d`Artagnan was all but half his age!, well alright maybe not that much, but he was alot younger.
Then there was d`Artagnan, such puppy like devotion, big brown eyes, eager expression, all but yapping at Athos heels in his urrgency to make him happy!.
"They deserve each other" Milady sneered turning away from the window and making to head back into the darkness, when she ran straight into Madame Bonacieux.
Re: Aramis eating disorder - Warning Eating Disorder
Date: 2015-01-16 10:25 pm (UTC)Re: Do Not let him free
Date: 2015-01-16 10:44 pm (UTC). series two spoiler warning OT4 becoming OT5 and a slight cross with the A-TEAM
Date: 2015-01-16 10:49 pm (UTC)Okay rant over now for the prompt
The Musketeers tell the king to SHOVE IT!
After another of these missions goes wrong, or dos`nt go how the King wanted it to, and they are stood there getting another dressing down, they all finally snap, give the king a mouthful over the "Real" reason no one respects him is, and why his people have no faith in him, tell him to shove his commissions and leave.
They head to Athos lands where the manor is in the process of rebuilding, to evalluate their lives and what they`ll do.
After some deliberation they decided to keep doing what they do best, help people, stop the bad guys, and where they can deliver justice.
In a sense they be a seventeenth century A-Team, soldiers for hire, but with principles, not vigilante`s or mercenaries.
They still carry the code of honour, they are simply not bound to a child like ungrateful fool of a king!.
As their reputation and appreciation from the French citizens grows, so do their relationships.
Treville had always been aware of Athos, Aramis and Porthos bedding each other, and hardly batted an eye lid when d`Artagnan joined them in their polyamorous relationship, but now......well they`ve been looking his way a whole lot!, and he is`nt sure but he though he saw Aramis Leer!, and d`Artagnan lick his lips at him!.
OT3/D`Art/Treville =OT5
Bonus
Domestic fun with five men living together
D`Art and Aramis instigate semi-nude pillow fights
As their reputation amongst France`s Poeple grow, the King learns of them, and is melancholy for the loss of the people who were perhaps the closest to friends he ever had.
Treville needing some coaxing to join the four sum, and OT4 seduce and coax him until he is an aching, leaking, and pleading mess!.
AN
Pretend Anne and Aramis never slept together to the baby is the Kings.
Whether or not the King goes to try and bring them back to be his Musketeers is up the filler.
Re: Fill Before you point your finger 20 - OP
Date: 2015-01-16 10:58 pm (UTC)series two spoilers (sorta) Athos/Treville, guard dog Athos
Date: 2015-01-16 11:10 pm (UTC)Does Athos often hang out unxpectedly in Treville's chamber in full stealth mode?
Just give me handsome protective!Athos surprising/bravely foiling an attack on Treville and/or the sexy aftermath.
Re: Fill Unexpected Love 12 op and Author Anon
Date: 2015-01-16 11:21 pm (UTC)Crack fic d`Art/Athos and everyone!, TW implied dub-con
Date: 2015-01-16 11:30 pm (UTC)For twelve long hours the Musketeers have to deal with their Pup being all over them, climbing into their laps, writhing against them, kissing them!, dry humping them!, begging them to fuck him!, and all but stripping himself off and bending over the nearest surface!.
Bonus, If Treville gets a lap full of d`Art and has a rather suspicious bulge in his breeches as the result
Athos has the hardest time keeping from giving into d`Artagnan, because he and d`Artagnan are already "Together", but he refused to take d`Artagnan while he`s under the influence despite the puppy dog eyes, pouty lips, and "Dear God get you hand out of there boy!", hands down his breeches!.