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Yep. Just that.

Bonus if Athos is the one to talk him through it, although I'd take Porthos in that role as well. Or both. Or both plus d'Artagnan.

Modern AU for this okay?

Yes. Absolutely.

Okay, good. I've tentatively put it on my list. I've got something in mind for it, but it actually may take a while. Not because it will be especially long, but because I'm behind on a few others. So if someone wants to give this a go in the meantime, that'd be great.

That's fine. Whenever or for whomever this prompt grabs, I'll take the fill. Preferably fills. ;)

Totally dig this one. Is the potential filler still considering it?

SA as above

I loved the fill - I've got a fill I've been thinking about that fits this too. It's cool to do additional fills, right?

The smile Aramis flashed as he slipped out the side door of the office was too bright. The casual hand he waved in Athos’s direction too forced and hurried.

“Athos—” d’Artagnan started to say.

“Stay here,” Athos ordered, shrugging on his jacket to follow.

D’Artagnan straightened, glancing between the door and Aramis's desk as though realizing he’d just missed something. “Athos?”

“Keep working. Pull a hardcopy of the all the possible missing persons on this for Porthos before he gets back.”

He didn’t pause to see if d’Artagnan would obey—just casually quickened his pace to catch the slow swing of the heavy door before it could close completely. Trotting swiftly down the narrow steps he glanced left to right and saw Aramis bending forward with hands against the brick. Muscles strung tautly; looking about as stable as cracking glass.

Letting his hands spread of their own accord, he reined himself in to a soft approach. “Aramis?”

Starting and spinning as though Athos had fired a gun, Aramis threw a palm out defensively, as though to ward Athos away—the panicked intensity of his gaze unyielding as his ribcage struggled to expand.

Athos kept his hands up, and with careful precision, took another step. “Breathe, Aramis,” he said, sequestering his voice to smooth monotone.

“—don’t!” Aramis returned, the word escaping soft and sharp on a strained exhale.

“Aramis, look at me. I just need you to breathe. That's all. Easy and slow.” Keeping voice and movements calm, he took another step.

“A - Athos,” Aramis panted desperately. Shuffling unsteadily backwards, the bright panic on his face crumpling progressively into something much more shattered. The palm he warded towards Athos flinched as though it were something separate from Aramis's body, seizing up in an awkward spasm. Dropping his arm and head as though defeated, Aramis made a broken noise, lungs tripping as he tried to inhale.

Closing the gap, Athos caught him just before he graced the pavement, taking them both to their knees just short of gently. “I’ve got you,” he promised, tightening his grip. “I’ve got you.”

Shuddering, Aramis wrenched a short breath into Athos’s collar.

“I’ve got you,” Athos repeated, the steady lay of his own voice slipping just barely. With careful maneuvering he eased into the wall, pulling Aramis flush against chest then rubbing down his arms, taking his wrists in a massaging grip just below the cramp-locked hands.

“We’ve been here before,” he intoned, ignoring the trembling ticks and stroking his thumbs smoothly across the cold skin at the base of Aramis’s palms. “We’ve been here before. We both know this, and I’ve got you.”

Gasping, Aramis arched, another broken sound cracking through the series of shallow exhales he was struggling to counter.

Athos tightened his hands around Aramis’s wrists and then relaxed them, forcing himself to keep the grips soft as his thumbs maintained the steady stroking. “Easy. Easy. I’ve got you. Slow, now. Take it slow. I just need you to listen. Listen to my voice, and take it slow.” He stretched his words, working to make a cadence out of them.

It seemed a long time coming when one of Aramis’s breaths finally found purchase to sink in deeper, the crown of his head surrendering back to Athos’s shoulder as his throat elongated and another, more complete breath, followed the first.

“Slowly,” Athos repeated, expanding his own chest on a careful count, until Aramis started to match him, and the wrangled hands beneath his thumbs began to loosen and un-cramp. The remainder of ridged muscles following along cautiously, then giving out as they surrendered.

“I’m sorry,” Aramis whispered, an exhausted droopy sound dissipating towards the sky.

Letting go of one wrist, Athos rubbed a hand upwards, tangling it in his hair. “You needn’t be—we’ve told you before.”

Aramis huffed, heavy with the exhaustion of weighted limbs. “This—I’m a fool,” he breathed.

“Only because you think this makes you one.”

“I thought they were getting better—going away.”

“They are,” Athos insisted. “That you continue to have them doesn’t put you back at square one.”

Aramis’s lungs groaned silently, hoarding a long moment before Athos felt the barest of nods. He paused as his own dark thoughts rolled forward and couldn't help but add, “Hiding them might.”

“I’m sorry.”

Exhaling a short breath through his nose, Athos scrubbed his fingers lightly into Aramis’s scalp but didn’t say anything—too overtly conscious of the dangerous abyss of emotion still hanging about them. “Rest a moment,” he said instead. “You won’t be able to stand just yet.”

Lifting a trembling hand, Aramis knuckled fingers into his eyes and rolled his forehead into Athos’s neck just as Athos caught a faint sound from up the stairway. Glancing over a disconcertingly oblivious Aramis, his gaze locked unerringly with d’Artagnan’s.

Despite looking pale and thrown—questions and worry battering against his unbridled nature—d’Artagnan kept his mouth closed. After a teetering moment, he gave Athos a tight nod and disappeared quietly back inside.

-/-/-

It's sort of incomplete, but it's been sitting on my hard-drive for a while. I wasn't overly happy with it, so hopefully you can take it as it is.

Good fill! Nice touch with d'Artagnan at the end.

Not the OP but I really enjoyed this. I liked Athos' calm and Aramis trying to deal with it on his own. Good job, too, on details like the cramping hands. If you ever wanted to continue this, I'd love to know what triggered him, and to get Porthos' reaction when he gets back from wherever he is.

Thanks for sharing.

OP here. I totally missed this. Thanks so much for the fill. It very much hit the spot.

Round 3

Aramis - Panic Attack

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FILL (one shot) Aramis - Panic Attack (Modern AU)

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