Round 4

Dec. 17th, 2015 10:46 pm
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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.

Anon is on, IP logging is off.

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

Mandatory trigger warnings/warnings for both prompts and fills:
abuse (physical and mental)
issues such as racism, sexism, homo-/trans-/-bi-/ace-phobia etc
character death
eating disorders
extreme physical or mental illness
substance abuse (alcohol, drugs, medication)
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.


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Free For All Round 1

Re: Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-02-07 01:39 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This is not an exact-exact fill. But I was perusing prompts and this one sparked. It is not a 3x fic, and Athos and Aramis don't conspire, at least not exactly, to get Porthos to sing, but I think the spirit of the prompt is still there.



It was early yet, when Athos found himself descending the stairs to the courtyard in a quiet and near-empty garrison. The existence of a morning sun was still merely a suggestion, evidenced only by a gray-white hue, without yet a ray of gold to accompany it.

Achy from the hardness of a drunken sleep, he paused with his hand around the banister, breathing in cool air that was yet unburdened by a day’s activity. Relieved at the way it wove through his bucket-drenched hair and sharpened his skin.

He was tempted to hold the moment, to close his eyes and let it linger. So rare was this kind of quiet. And he might have, if not for spotting Aramis across the yard.

It was his position that drew Athos’s worry. Or perhaps his expression.

On the landing outside the water room, Aramis was folded down against the siding near the doorframe, knees drawn loosely to his chest. He was staring out at nothing with a faraway gaze. His face holding an unnamed emotion.

Athos narrowed his eyes, noting Aramis’s body language from head to toe.

The deeper perusal revealed to him nothing further, except the disconcerting reality of an Aramis strangely oblivious to being watched.

Unsettled, Athos touched his sword, scanning the yard briefly before lowering his hand. It was foolish to think some intruder had infiltrated the Musketeer’s living quarters and put Aramis into this state – even with most of the garrison away at Orleans.

Decidedly descending the final step to trod his boots through the yard, Athos crossed towards him, stepping onto the planks opposite the stables before Aramis finally looked his way.

Presented with the full view of his comrade’s face, Athos stopped, resisting the urge to touch his sword again – seeing in Aramis’s eyes a stark and open vulnerability that made him frown.

‘What is it?’ he was about to ask, but just then, he heard it.

Behind the barely-open door to Aramis's left, someone was singing.

Low as it was, the timbre was warm and smooth, with a familiar richness that moored itself in Athos’s heart and made his lungs flutter.


He felt the air go soft and static and looked at Aramis anew.

Aramis returned a helpless nod, seeming to be at a loss for a moment, then closed his eyes, tangling fingers through his hair as he held still to listen.

Transfixed by the sound, Athos closed the gap between them with quiet steps. He detached his sword belt and hung it carefully aside before folding himself down next to his friend. Until their shoulders touched and he became a side-mirror to Aramis’s position. The faded burgundy of his shirt meshing with Aramis’s faded gray.

From here, the singing sounded clearer and, soft though it was, seemed to send warm vibrations through the wall at their backs.

For a long time, neither of them spoke or moved. Absorbed in the way Porthos’s voice rose and fell, running over their skin like shimmering sunlight.

Next to him, Aramis rolled his head forward onto his knees, his back rising with a quiet breath that prompted Athos to rest a palm between his shoulder blades, rubbing smoothly while the soft sound of gold continued to drift out to them.

He felt strangely sober, as he listened. More so than could be accounted for by a bucket of water and the coolness of dawn. He felt sober in a way that didn’t ache and didn’t pull. A soberness that prodded at the darkness of regret below his chest and eased its heaviness, all at once.

Some day, they would get Porthos to believe his talent and convince him to sing for them openly. Porthos would no longer continue to deny the voice of angels he carried within, and would set aside his disbelief at their wonder.

One day, they would not have to listen from doorways, or while pretending sleep around a campfire - those times when the music emerged so unconsciously.

And in the middle of that thought, the door to the water room creaked and widened as the music trailed off and Porthos emerged. Upon spotting them, he stopped and frowned, then shuffled unconsciously with realization of his audience.

Aramis lifted his head, prompting Athos to shift his hand to an anchoring grip at the back of Aramis’s collar. “I wish you’d let us talk you into sharing it more,” Aramis whispered. “Your voice is a wonder.”

Porthos took that, displaying a brief expression of fondness before looking away with an embarrassed smile. He took a breath without responding, then glanced back, settled his gaze on Athos and held out his hand.

Unhesitatingly, Athos took it, allowing Porthos to pull him to his feet. The both of them then levering Aramis up in turn.

“He’s right, you know. It is a wonder.”

Porthos huffed at him, collecting Athos’s sword belt from its delicate hook and handing it to him before replying. “So you say,” he said good-naturedly, as though they were teasing.

Accepting his sword, Athos felt tempted to take the time trying to convince him, for good this time. After exchanging a look with Aramis, he could see the temptation was there for him as well. But they’d been here before.

With a small smile and a sigh, Athos let it go, clapping Porthos on the shoulder as the three were moved towards breakfast.

Some truths took time, he knew.

Even such simple ones as this.


FILL ABOVE Re: Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-02-07 01:41 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Shoot. I always forget to label the heading of the fill. So, yeah, parent up to find the fill. :)

OP Re: FILL ABOVE Re: Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-02-09 10:55 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This was perfectly lovely. Thank you so much for the fill.

Re: OP Re: FILL ABOVE Re: Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-02-14 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
So glad!

Thanks for the prompt. :)

Re: Singing Porthos Fill

Date: 2016-02-07 04:42 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I really liked this. I really liked the OT3/BroT3 vibe I got out of it, and the small hint of Aramis and Athos angst, and the demonstration of what Porthos often inadvertently does for them.

Re: Singing Porthos Fill

Date: 2016-02-08 06:08 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you!

Re: Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-02-22 01:02 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This was really lovely :)

Re: Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-02-25 05:14 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you kindly.

Re: Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-02-29 07:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
That was lovely.

Re: Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-03-03 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you. :)

Re: Fill for Singing Porthos

Date: 2016-10-20 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I loved this. I'm so glad I stumbled across it.



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