Round 3

[bbcmusketeerskink]

Welcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme

The lowdown: You post your prompt, anon or not. Someone else will hopefully fill it (also anon or not). Not for profit, just for fun. And in this case, for king and country.

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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.

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Announcement: A blanket spoiler warning is necessary for prompts pertaining to season 2. Just season 2 Spoilers in the subject line will do.

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Free For All Round 1
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Comments

Fill Making a family 20

[(Anonymous)]

AN Athos and Porthos are going to explode over this!, and you are right, this is soooo not good, nothing with Milady is ever good.

Plus I have a request, can someone write me a d`Art/Athos mpreg fic?, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssse!, I`m not above begging or blackmail!.

Plus if someone can tell me how to do it, I have a couple of photomanip pics of pregnant d`Art and Mis to upload, I just don`t know how!.

Fill

Aramis was the first awaken, finding himself laying on damp straw in a dark, dank cellar that stank of mould, the low ceiling creaking as footsteps passed over head, and a narrow stair case lead up to a trap door that without even trying he knew would be locked.

Two lanterns lit the dim room, giving Aramis a chance to survey the situation, taking in his own condition and d`Artagnan`s.

By the aching in his head, the slight blurring of his vision, and the tightness of his skin down the right side of his face, he had been knocked out, the blood from the blow drying on his face, aside from they injury he was relativly unscathed.
A quick check showing his wrists and ankles bound with thick rope, the kind sailors use on their ships, and the rope was secured to rings above his and d`Artagnan`s heads.

D`Artagnan had blood matted in his hair, and his nose was bloody however other than that he looked to be in one piece, he too was bound, and resting on his side.

Shuffling on his bottom Aramis gently reached over and took d`Artagnan`s shoulder shaking him awake
"Mis?" came the sleepy and disoriented groan "Where....?, ugh I feel sick!"
"Thats the concussion" Aramis said "My heads killing me too"
"What the hell?" d`Artagnan grunted sitting up and moaning for the pain in his skull "Where are we?"
"I`ve no idea" Aramis sighed "Bound and helpless at present it seems"
"Musketeers are never helpless" d`Artagnan grunted spitting on the floor and hoping his stomach would settle else he`d be puking aswell.

Before Aramis could make a reply the trap door was opened and in walked a woman both Musketeers had hoped they would never see again.

"Oh you`ve got to be kidding!" d`Artagnan groaned shutting his eyes and resting his head back against the wall "Bitch is like a cockroach!, you can`t get rid no matter what you do!"
"More like crabs!" Aramis snorted glowering at Milady de Winter/Anne de Bruiell/Charlotte Brackson/Madame d`lachappel.

"What name is it this time?" he asked "Or are we simply to call you Bitch from hell?"
"Right now you can call me your jailer" Milady replied with a smirk, her lackys behind her "You did`nt really think I`d give up just like that did you?"
"We had hoped so" Aramis replied "But I suppose it was to much to ask that you show some common sense and get your unwanted arse out of Paris!"
"And let Olivier win?" Milady snorted her handsome face screwing into an ugly sneer "Hardly"
"Hav`nt you done enough?" d`Artagnan asked "You murdered his brother, ruined his life!, what more do you want?"
"His brother deserved to die!" Milady snarled
"Oh don`t give me that sob story again!, you don`t honnestly expect me to believe that he tried to rape you?" d`Artagnan spat "You are a lying evil bitch that deserved to die choking on the end of a rope!, Athos and I showed you great mercy, mercy you should have been grateful for and left, now?, he`ll skin you alive!"
"No sweetheart, he won`t" Milady said closing in on the two pregnant Musketeers her hand reached out and grabbed hold of d`Artagnan`s face her nails digging into his skin "Athos will kill himself when I return your broken corpses to him, gutted and torn apart!, your babies sold off to the highest bidders!".

"What?" Aramis gasped sucking a breath in sharply in fear, this was her plan?, to steal the babies?, she released d`Artagnan`s face raking her nails down his skin leaving red marks in their wake
"Baby farming is big business, and I do need to make up my fortunes again" Milady replied with a smirk "I had planned to only use yours and that former thief`s brat, and kill the whelp here, however Athos filling his belly has made me doubly rich, I can take the most precious things from him and his friends, ruin the lives of everyone who took my life from me!"
"You`re fucking insane!" d`Artagnan snarled his hands protectivly about his belly "Mis has another two months to carry and I over a month myself!, d`you really think you can keep us hidden for all that time?"
"Of course not!" Milady laughed "A surgeon will cut them out of you in a few days!, between him and a wet nurse they`ll be kept healthy for their new parents, while you both bleed to death!" giving the Musketeers one last leer she turned on her heal heading back up the stairs leaving her lackies to shove a bowl of gruel and a jug of water at the Musketeers along with two wooden spoons, before going back up the stairs and leaving them back in the solitude of their cell.