Round 4

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Welcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme

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Comments

Aramis younger than expected

[(Anonymous)]

Can anybody give me a fic where it's found out that Aramis (like his book counterpart) is significantly younger than Athos and Porthos. I think it was 10 years in the book. So either Athos and Porthos find out, Athos, Porthos and d'art find out together or Athos and Porthis know and d'art is surprised by house close Aramis is to his age.

And how does this affect relations between the three.

Re: Aramis younger than expected

[(Anonymous)]

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Fill 1/? for: Aramis younger than expected

[(Anonymous)]

Ok, this is my first time posting on this website so I have no idea how it works. Also, sorry for it being so late! I only just saw it now and I felt the need to write it. I hope this is good and please tell me if I should write more. I might but I'm unsure. --------------------------- The four men walked down the sandy path, passing small wooden stalls with things to buy. There was quite a few people there but not enough for it to be hard for them to walk side by side. "I'm sure D'artagnan would love that." Porthos replied to something Athos had said, making them all laugh at the joke. They all came to a stop as Aramis was suddenly in a bone crushing hug from an old lady. Aramis let out a warm laugh as he patted her arm and she suddenly pulled back to look at him. "It's been so long! I'm sorry for missing your birthday yesterday, but the store was so busy and then Sara got sick and--" she apologized quickly before being cut off. "Abuela, it's ok! I had planned on coming by later this week to celebrate with you." He comforted, his eyes warm with kindness. Athos raised an eyebrow at this, Porthos and D'artagnan both sputtering as they tried to think of what to say.Aramis and the lady hugged and said farewell and he walked up to them again. He grinned as he saw the confusion and patted Porthos on his back. "That's just abuela, spanish for grandma. She may not be related by blood but you understand." He explained as they carried on walking. "Why was she so upset?" Asked D'artagnan who looked like a lost puppy. "Ah, abuela was put off by the fact that she missed my 26th birthday." He answered and suddenly stopped as he realized what he said. They all ,bar Aramis, let out a noise of shock. None of them had realized how you he was and none of them had considered him being so young. "You are merely 4 years older than me?" Shrieked D'artagnan who then flushed red at how he sounded. Aramis let out a loud laugh at his antics and he spun on his heel to look at them all. Porthos stood there ,yet again, sputtering whilst Athos' eyes where wide. "Indeed! 4 years older than you and approximately 10 years younger than those two." He said as he took of his hat to run a hand through his hair. He grinned at the utter confusion and shock they all showed, not thinking of much other than how much he could tease them later. In his opinion, they all looked so funny right now, the ache in his cheeks a testament to that. "Now then, let us head back to Treville before he starts to worry. We all know how much trouble D'artagnan tends to get into!" He shouted back to them as he walked off. "We all know that it's usually you getting into trouble, Aramis." Teased Athos, the joke getting Porthos and D'artagnan to laugh. "Hey!"

Re: Fill 1/? for: Aramis younger than expected

[(Anonymous)]

Love it sooo much!

please carry on writing, I was hoping someone would fill this!

Fill 2/? for: Aramis younger than expected

[(Anonymous)]

I came back to see if there was a response to my fill and sure enough there was one! I will try to write another chapter for this. Yet again, I have no idea how to format my writing on this website so I'm sorry if it turns up in one clump!

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Aramis didn't notice much different after that day until he got sick. It was just a cold, he was sure, and he felt no need to tell the others. He left his room, his head hurting and his throat sore.

"Ah, there he is!" Exclaimed Porthos with a grin on his face.

"The one and only!" Responded Aramis, his voice slightly croaky.

Athos raised an eyebrow at that, but felt no need to ask about it yet. They all started practicing and teasing each other until Treville came walking towards them.

"Small mission today. All you need to do is deliver this letter to Anastasia, who lives in the other side of town. Simple enough, got it?" He asked holding out a white envelope to them.

Porthos, being the closest, grabbed the envelope and passed it to Athos who tucked it into his pocket.

"You leave now." Ordered Treville before they could ask.

All four of them got their horses ready and hopped on, Aramis doing it slightly slower. At this point his head was pounding and the sun was not helping. He also had an itch at the back of his throat and his nose was quite runny.

They all took off, their horses going at a quick pace. Each jolt hurt his head and he sighed to himself as they got into a forest. The shade was wonderful for him.

"Aramis, are you okay?" Asked Athos who had been keeping an eye on him.

"Fine as can be, Athos!" He reassured him, a grin slipping into place on his face.

Athos rolled his eyes and looked ahead.

No less than ten minutes later, Aramis sneezed and the sudden movement caused him to groan. Before anybody could ask if he was ok, he started coughing.

The coughs were loud and sounded painful. This went on for two minutes and by then, Aramis was leaning over his horse, Porthos rubbing his back.

"Come 'ere." Mumbled Porthos soothingly as he pulled him onto his horse.

D'artagnan held out a flask of water for him to drink from, worry shining in his eyes. Aramis leaned against Porthos' chest and closed his eyes. After Porthos helped him have a sip he rubbed his back again.

"What was that all about?" Asked Athos with one eyebrow raised.

Aramis didn't open his mouth to respond as he was already suppressing another coughing fit. Porthos slipped Aramis' hat down to cover his eyes, trying to help out a bit more.

"We should carry on, maybe a bit slower this time" said D'artagnan.

Aramis fell asleep soon after and only woke up when they got back. Porthos had slipped off his horse and was helping Aramis off, Athos and D'artagnan putting the four horses into the stables.

"What's wrong with him?" Asked Treville.

"He's gone ahead and gotten himself sick. I'm going to take him to his room now." Responded Porthos who was now, to Aramis' embarrassment, carrying him.

Porthos carefully walked up the stairs, Aramis' hair tickling his arm. As he walked in, Porthos somehow managed to get him out of all his leather and into his briefs and a shirt.

Athos walked in quietly with D'artagnan, their shoes left by the door. They walked over to the other two and Athos took him from Porthos and laid him down. D'artagnan covered him up with two blankets and tucked him in.

Aramis groaned as his headache somehow managed to get worse and he squeezed his eyes shut. Athos made soothing noises and Porthos began brushing his hand through his hair and massaging his scalp. D'artagnan started boiling some water to make tea.

Then, he started coughing, hard. His back arched with the effort and he felt his stomach churn dangerously. Every cough he let out made his head pound and finally he felt his stomach give out. He leaned over the side of his bed and let all of his food come spilling out of his mouth.

His throat burned after that and he shivered as his head dangled off the side of his bed. He let out a pitiful moan as Porthos rolled him onto his back again, Athos already cleaning the floor.

D'artagnan came back into the room with a cup of tea, wincing as he saw the state of his friend.

"S-sorry about th-that" apologized Aramis weakly.

"No need to apologize, just make sure to get better soon." Soothed Athos as Porthos began running his hand through Aramis' hair.

D'artagnan passed Porthos the tea and after a few sips, Aramis knew he would be fine as long as his friends where by his side.