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bbcmusketeerskinkWelcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme
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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:
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Discussion post:
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Mod contact post
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Free For All Round 1
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/1823.html
CW- Internalised homophobia, self harm. Aramis/Athos and/or Porthos
Date: 2015-01-19 12:35 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Damage Control No Warnings 3/3
Date: 2015-01-19 02:02 pm (UTC)I particularly loved this line: "I would rather serve His Majesty well in disgrace than poorly in favour." That is so very Treville!
op here
Date: 2015-01-19 06:38 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: d'Artagnan hurt/comfort OT4/Brot4
Date: 2015-01-19 09:53 pm (UTC)Re: Fill Before you point your finger 22
Date: 2015-01-19 10:08 pm (UTC)I'm actually scared that he'll go and end up a farmer. It's so ... not him. He'd never be content with that kind of life. I can only hope that he'll learn to trust them again.
(And I agree with a previous commentor; Treville needs to ask for forgiveness too, despite being a Captain!)
Season 2 SPOILERS: S2E3 missing scene with Aramis
Date: 2015-01-19 10:11 pm (UTC)It could be him instead of Constance, or him advising her, feel free to twist it as you like.
I'm fine with any pairings, though gen would be nice. I just need that scene. Please?
Re: athos has a kid
Date: 2015-01-19 10:12 pm (UTC)Fill: Dreams unto an Exile (TW: Slavery, violence) 1/?
Date: 2015-01-19 10:17 pm (UTC)Until then, he has been steadfast in his reassurances. The Musketeers are looking for him, he knows this as he knows his own name, and he’s certain they’ll be found. What slavers can possibly outwit the King’s finest?
Louis seems to be mostly in shock. He hasn’t spoken since Pepin’s death, shot because d'Artagnan wasn’t moving fast enough. Both are still spattered with blood – and other substances – despite d'Artagnan’s haphazard attempts at cleaning them during infrequent rest breaks.
d'Artagnan’s almost glad the king’s in shock. It makes him easier to handle.
He’s taken to calling the king Henri. It’s less obvious than Louis, and he can’t address him by title. Louis accepts it in numb silence.
The galley they board in Honfleur already has a crew and they’re herded down into the hold and chained to the wall. They’re packed uncomfortably close together; d'Artagnan is reminded sharply of the plans Bonnaire drew up, the ones that drove Porthos into such fury.
“d'Artagnan,” Louis says abruptly.
d'Artagnan twitches. He’s not foolish enough to think himself famous, but his commission was very public and the king has shown him off at court several times since, including to the Spanish Ambassador. It’s ridiculous, he knows, to think that because one Spaniard knows his name another will, but he’s terrified they’ll figure out who Louis is.
“It’s Charles, Henri,” he murmurs.
“I’m thirsty,” Louis says.
d'Artagnan swallows. “Yes.” Used to short rations, most of his water has gone to Louis, and most of what’s left has been used to clean them up.
Louis doesn’t seem to have anything else to say. d'Artagnan shifts slightly. “They need us able to work. They’ll bring something.”
“Not for a while yet,” someone says from several spaces away; d'Artagnan can’t see him in the gloom. “They’re weeding out the weak.”
“You’ll be fine,” d'Artagnan says mechanically; he’s not sure Louis is even hearing him.
Someone starts humming a funeral dirge, and d'Artagnan fights the urge to bury his head in his arms. One of them has to be aware.
He thinks it’s more than a day later when the guard finally appears. Louis has eschewed royal dignity to curl against him as best he can; d'Artagnan’s hot and uncomfortable in the muggy hold, but he hasn’t moved. The guard starts at the far end of the hold with a bucket and ladle. He’s oddly careful to spill as little as possible, but he skips straight over several men who are either dead or unconscious.
d'Artagnan jostles Louis as best he can. “Wake up,” he croaks, startled at the pain in his throat. He hadn’t thought he was that badly off yet.
He pokes and shoves Louis awake just as the guard reaches them. Louis gulps the couple of mouthfuls eagerly, seeming not to notice that he’s spilling on himself. The guard yanks the ladle away, dips it and turns to d'Artagnan.
“Give it to him,” d'Artagnan says. His throat’s burning and there’s a headache pounding behind his eyes, but Louis needs it more.
The guard snorts. “Every man gets his share and no more. Drink or go thirsty.”
d'Artagnan gives in, reaching for the ladle. The water’s stale and it tastes odd, but it eases his throat a little. The guard moves on and d'Artagnan leans back against the wall. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
Louis doesn’t answer.
Lethargy sets in too fast and too deep to be natural. d'Artagnan watches, dazed, as another couple of guards come in and begin removing the dead and unconscious men. Then they return and begin examining each of the remaining prisoners, talking to each other in Spanish and laughing.
They reach d'Artagnan first this time. He endures the inspection in silence; he’s already decided not to fight back unless he has to. As good as it would feel to hit back, he knows he couldn’t possibly win, and he can’t leave Louis here alone.
When they reach for Louis he pulls back in fear. d'Artagnan catches at the nearest arm, trying to block them, but he’s shaken off abruptly, backhanded into the hull behind him. The blow and the drug together prove irresistible, and he slides into darkness.
When he surfaces the room is pitch black and moving gently. He touches his head lightly, avoiding the most painful part. His fingers come back sticky.
His hair’s been shorn off, he notes absently.
Sitting up is far more painful than it should be; his ribs scream as he moves and he groans, pressing a hand against them. What happened?
“They kicked you,” Louis says abruptly. d'Artagnan jumps, and then stifles a curse at the flare of pain. “You were unconscious and they kicked you and laughed. I tried to make them stop.”
“Did they hurt you?” d'Artagnan asks when he can breathe evenly enough.
“They cut my hair.”
He senses a rant about royalty being sacrosanct coming on and moves to avoid it. “Mine too. Are you injured, Henri?”
d'Artagnan’s other neighbour shifts. “Will you two shut up? I’m trying to sleep.”
d'Artagnan manages to catch Louis’ eye before he responds. Grudgingly, he settles down. d'Artagnan’s left to find a position he can both breathe and sleep in.
It’s fitful, troubled sleep, and he feels no better when they’re woken by a guard coming down with food. It’s a different guard, but he stands over d'Artagnan to make sure he doesn’t try and give anything to Louis. They’re clearly already getting a reputation.
It’s hardtack, almost inedible. d'Artagnan forces it down, thinking fast. He needs to deal with this quickly.
“You speak French, monsieur?” He keeps his voice polite and his body language deferential. If the guard speaks no French, he’s in trouble; he knows a few Spanish words, courtesy of Aramis, but those particular words won’t help him here.
The guard laughs. “Should forget French, boy. No help where you’re going.”
“My friend…”
“He your master, boy. You a soldier, he a gent. Say it right.”
“My master,” d'Artagnan repeats unhesitatingly. “He’s – slow. He’ll work, but he needs me to show him first. He won’t understand if you tell him. Can you please tell your masters? We’re not making trouble, but we need to be together.”
The guard squats. “Slow in the head?” d'Artagnan nods. Louis is vibrating with anger beside him, but so far, at least, he hasn’t spoken. “Must be good master, you still trying to help him. No more pay for you now.”
“He’s a good master.”
The guard shoves to his feet. “No promises. I tell them.”
“Thank you,” d'Artagnan says, and then has to spend five minutes coaxing Louis to eat the hardtack under the guard’s curious eye.
“It keeps us together,” he murmurs as soon as the guard’s far enough away. “I can’t let them separate us, and getting myself killed protecting you won’t help. And this way I can show you what to do.”
”So I must be the simple one?”
“It would be hard to protect you if they thought I was simple,” d'Artagnan points out.
His neighbour shifts and d'Artagnan falls silent, trying to get some more rest while he can.
Re: Fill: Dreams unto an Exile (TW: Slavery, violence) 1/?
Date: 2015-01-19 10:43 pm (UTC)Re: Season 2 SPOILERS: S2E3 missing scene with Aramis
Date: 2015-01-19 10:58 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: d'Artagnan hurt/comfort OT4/Brot4
Date: 2015-01-19 10:59 pm (UTC)Re: Athos/Thomas, dub-con, abuse, possible incest
Date: 2015-01-19 11:11 pm (UTC)Re: OT4, DP, Foursome, Aramis centric
Date: 2015-01-19 11:16 pm (UTC)Fill Before you point your finger 23
Date: 2015-01-19 11:34 pm (UTC)As for how they`ll grovel, you are in for a surprise.
Fill
The ride to Gascony had been uneventful, if tiring for d`Artagnan`s weak body.
Arriving in Lupiac, he had taken a room at the local Inn, being welcomed with open arms by the people who had known him all his life, and had loved and respected his Father.
Had he wanted to, d`Artagnan could have indulged in two dozen offers of free meals, rooms, and aid in rebuilding his Farm.
The word had spread that he had been the one to kill Lebarge, and considering the damage the man had done in Gascony, D`Artagnan, as his slayer, was something of a local hero to the people.
However, despite his popularity, d`Artagnan only wanted to be alone, and politely refused the offers, staying in his room alone, his thoughts turning over and over.
Memories of his childhood, of his time in Paris, of becoming a Musketeer.
All of them were bittersweet, made his heart hurt, as much as his Fathers death.
Entering the land where his Farm had once been was harder still.
The house his Father had built, converting two barns in a large and comfortable house for a family, had completly been destoryed.
All that remained was blackened scorched earth and burned wood where hsi childhood home had once stood.
The rest of the farm was no better, every fence had been ripped up and added to the fire as kindling, the barns too were splintered, scorched ruins, and the feilds had been torched, the wheat, and other produce ruined, along with much of the earth itself.
When he had finished looking over the whole property, d`Artagnan had found that he had less than half of the land left which could possibly be salvaged, and he would have to choose between livestock and crops, since he had not enough land for both, and could not afford to buy more.
His dream of starting a vinyard was out of the window, and he was seriously doubting he would ever make the farm as prosperous as his Father had, if he could ever manage to make it work at all.
In a daze, hardly knowing what he was doing, he began to clear the rubble from the remains of the house and barn, getting rid of it so he might start on rebuilding.
The mason and woodsmen both cut him a deal of timber and brick for building, seeming reluctant to have him pay at all, but d`Artagnan was insistant, as he was on doing the work alone.
To save money, he set up camp on the farm, sleeping beneath the stars with only his bodroll laid out on the ground, and his cloak over his body while he slavishly worked himself sixteen hours a day on rebuilding.
It reminded him of camping out with his Father, cooking over an open harth, and pumping him for stories of his time a Musketeer, all the adventures he`d had, so he could then re-enact them with his toy sword on the farm, fighting make believe enemies! as he protected his Make believe king!.
It also reminded him of his time as a Musketeer, and while he`d been an apprentice, he`d spent many a night camping out with Athos, Aramis, and Porthos, being with them listening to their adventures, sometimes snuggled against Porthos bulk for warmth, other times stretched out with Aramis, and when he had been really lucky, side to side with Athos, the olderman captivating him as he spoke, making d`Artagnan hang on his every word, and fall into his intense grey/blue eyes.
He`d thought he could loose himself in those eyes, loose his mind and soul along with his heart.
He had fallen for Athos heart and soul, and even now, after all he`d been through, all the man had done to hurt him, he could`nt stop missing him, could`nt stop loving him.
Fill Before you point your finger 24
Date: 2015-01-19 11:35 pm (UTC)Athos lead the way in Lupiac, Aramis and Porthos following him.
Treville had sent them with a Missive for the baren of Tarbes from the King, hardly a Musketeer duty, but, he knew that Lupiac was a stones throw from Tarbes, which meant they could go and see d`Artagnan, and see how he was doing after months away from Paris, and with any luck, convince him to return to his destiny.
"Peaceful little town" Porthos commented as they rode through the "Town" itself, which consisted of a Church and graveyard, a market, an Inn, a blacksmith, a milliner, a masonry, and a woodshop.
The rest of Lupiac was made up of Farms, which they could see sprawling in the distance.
The air smelled of grass, hay, wood fires, and of course, the charming scent of manure!.
"Birds!" Aramis muttered scowling at the sqarking of the birds over head!, "I hate birds!"
"Just don`t shoot them!" Athos growled over his shoulder, leading them to the Inn and dismounting "Wait here" he comanded handing the reigns to Aramis
"What you`re gonna get pissed!?" Porthos asked receiving an acid look from Athos
"I`m asking directions to d`Artagnan`s farm you fool!" the Musketeer Lieutenant snarled back.
"Idiot!" Aramis admonished slapping Porthos arm
"What?!" Porthos cried "Its a drinking hole and Athos!, ducks and water come to mind!"
"Hmm, like stupidity and Porthos!" Aramis said with false brightness getting a teeth baring grin from Porthos
"Or fornication and Aramis?"
"At least I get laid!"
"It`s a miracle you hav`nt caught the pox!" Porthos snorted shaking his head "God knows if anyone was asking for syphillis....!"
"I am blessed my friend!" Aramis laughed spreading his arms wide "God loves me!", just as he finished speaking a bird decided to disprove this by shitting on his doublet!
"Oh God!" Aramis cried as Porthos disolved into laughter!,
"God loves you huh?"
"Fuck yourself!".
Athos rose an eyebrow as he came back out of the Inn, seeing Aramis cursing in Spanish while swiping at his doublet with a handkerchief, and Porthos all but falling off his horse with laughter!
"I hate birds!" Aramis spat scowling darkly
"D`Artagnan`s farm is two miles north of here, straight ahead" Athos said not bothering to ask what had happened in his absence, instead he climbed back on his horse heading back onto the road.
D`Artagnan`s hard work was begining to pay off, he had managed to reconstruct a small house for himself, and a single barn.
It was only two rooms, a bedroom/bathroom, and kitchen/dining room.
His bed was mearly a wooden cot with his bedroll laid over it, and his kitchen consisted off a couple of shelves, and an open fire with a single stool to sit on.
However there was a roof over his head, and that was enough as far as he was concerned for present, wanting to get on with other things.
Getting the fields cleared, he had bought a single milk cow and a weaned calf at the market, letting them graze in the field closest to the house, so he had fresh milk everyday, and was starting to churn the milk to make cheese and butter.
He`d also bought two hens, that waddled about the farm, getting the scraps from his own daily meal to eat, and laying eggs for him.
Sheep were what he was planning on getting next, along with a ram, so he could breed them, and sell the lambs at market.
He brought bread at the market every five days, along with oats so he could make porridge, limiting himself to a single meal a day made his money stretch further, and drinking nothing but the water he pulled from the well on the property, and the milk from his cow, he was able to save money he would otherwise have spent on wine and ale.
He was finished churning the milk to make cheese when the sound of horse hoove drew his attention bringing him out of the barn.
A range of emotions shot through d`Artagnan as he saw Athos, Aramis, and Porthos ride into the courtyard and dismount.
Elation, joy, shock, amazment, pain, anger, and fear.
Some how he managed to feel all of them at once as he saw the three Musketeers his heart skipping several beats as he stood outside the barn speachless.
It was clear d`Artagnan had been working flat out, the rebuilding having been done do fast was increadble.
However the fact he had been pushing him showed on d`Artagnan`s body, and face.
He looked on the verge of exhaustion, his eyes darkly shadowed, and skin pasty despite the sun burn, and he had clearly lost weight he could ill afford to loose.
His bones were sticking out at sharp angles, his body looking fragile and tired, his hands bore the scars of his labour, every knuckle was skinned, the nails torn and filthy, splinters and sores coated his palms, his hair too, which was in the process of growing back, looked thinned and dirty, even when he had first arrived in Paris over a year before, d`Artagnan ahd not looked like a Farm boy, gaunt and over worked.
But now he looked little better than an urchin in the streets.
Taking a breath, Athos tied up his horses reigns and walked forward breeching the distance between himself and d`Artagnan feeling very much like he was crossing No Mans Land and stepping into enemy terrtory!.
Stopping before the boy he drew in a steadying breath, his scarred lips curving into a small smile,
"Hello d`Artagnan".
D`Artagnan`s heart was leaping as Athos came up to him, his entire body riged with his surging emotions, but as Athos stood before him, and bade him a greeting his paralysis was broken and in a second, before anyone could react, his fist was flying, hitting Athos right across the jaw sending him sprawling across the gravel!.
Re: Fill: Damage Control No Warnings 3/3
Date: 2015-01-20 01:03 am (UTC)And I'm especially touched that you took the time to let me know what you particularly liked. :-)
Re: Touch and consent, gen Aramis or slash Any/Aramis (and sth like 'accidental abuse', I think)
Date: 2015-01-20 01:24 am (UTC)Re: Fill Before you point your finger 24
Date: 2015-01-20 01:53 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Brands of Healing 3/3 OP
Date: 2015-01-20 02:08 am (UTC)ticklish athos
Date: 2015-01-20 02:45 am (UTC)Re: ticklish athos
Date: 2015-01-20 03:56 am (UTC)Re: Fill Before you point your finger 24
Date: 2015-01-20 03:57 am (UTC)Series two spoilers An ordinary man man round two!
Date: 2015-01-20 08:20 am (UTC)So after the events of his first taste of the common life he was frightened, but still wanted another shot.
He convinces the Musketeers to take him out again.
This time not in taverns though.
This time they have to take him camping for a long weekend, where they must hunt for their food, or fish, sleep rough, and survive in the wild.
At first it all goes well, Louis gets to taste freedom in safety, the Musketeers slowly warm to him again, share past adventures, and childhood stories.
Then a group of bandits strike......
Now d`Artagnan wants to know why HE is always the one left baby sitting the King!.
OT4 or bromance, with Louis being jealous of the Musketeers closeness, wishing that he too could share in their brotherhood and love for each other, and be loved by them in return.
d'artagnan/athos, very little spoiler for s2 ep1
Date: 2015-01-20 12:42 pm (UTC)So I would totally love a ff in which they notice, that one horse is gone and so they realize that they will have to share. D'art and athos are secret ly in love with each other but to oblivious to realize it, or to shy or whatever, so they don't act on it, but porthos an aramis know, and want to give them a little push, so they invend an excuse why not one of them can share their horses, so that it will be athos and d'art.
And of course they are totally awkward about it in the beginning an everything.
I would really love it if someone would want to write about this situation :)
SPOILERS FOR S2 Rochefort/Prostitute
Date: 2015-01-20 12:45 pm (UTC)