Round 4

[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.

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:
https://delicious.com/bbcmusketeers

Discussion post:
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/557.html

Official fill post (I strongly suggest you use it for better visibility of your fills):
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/418.html

Mod contact post
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/1356.html

Free For All Round 1
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/1823.html

Comments

Fill: Aramis in need of comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Late fill that I'm on the fence about, figured I'd post it since it's anonymous
---------------------------------------

Aramis felt a bit swamped by everything and he was sure everybody else felt the same. D'artagnan was busy with his sick and pregnant wife and Athos was on a mental battle about the situation. Porthos was busy trying to help Athos so Aramis was stuck at the Garrison.

He had taken so many missions recently that his feet ached even as he laid at rest in bed. A few hours of sleep is all he really allowed himself, just enough to rest up but give him plenty of time for duties.

This had been the loop for the past three or four days and he yearned to see his brothers again. Not one to be selfish though, he left them to their duties and merely ignored the ache in his chest as he had to slip past Porthos and Athos.

So when Treville gave him the day off he was more than eager to take it. He had scuttled off to see Athos just to ease him to sleep. When he saw Porthos he had to steer him towards Serge as he heard his tummy every second of the way.

Aramis felt defeated as he saw D'artagnan asleep on the floor by Constance. He laid a blanket on the boy and gave a soft kiss to his hair before leaving, feeling oddly despondant yet happy.

So when he got back and struggled with his boots he was uncertain as to why he was so upset. The buckle had caught and refused to let go and as he pushed at it, it only helped in cutting off blood from his foot.

He sawed the buckle off with a small blade and threw it across the room. The man flopped onto his belly and stuffed his face into his pillow, fighting to let sleep take him.

The next morning he lazily put on his clothes just to realise that not onlt did he only have one good boot but he accidentally tore his shirt sleeve open.

Giving a brief prayer to god, he slipped on his boots and sighed as one stayed loose. Aramis let out a low noise of frustration as his shirt tore even further, hands itching to simply tear it off. In fact, he gave up and did.

At lunch he found Porthos and Athos eating and he happily skipped over, the smile leaving his face when his booth thumped off. His sock dirtied in the dirt but Aramis simply put his shoe back on before his brothers could notice.

"Hey 'Mis! You gonna join us today?" Asked Porthos, grinning to his friend.

"I don't see why not!" Cheered Aramis as he dug in, arms slightly cool from the lack of sleeves.

Only later on would he realise just how cold things got in the evening when without sleeves. In fact, only later would the cold lead to his sock getting wet and muddy after his shoe slipped off again

After the two events transpired he felt his bottom lip wobble dangerously and he swiped at his eyes. What kind of musketeer cried at a little bit of discomfort?

Aramis limped his way back to the garrison and saw his three brothers playing cards as they seemed to be waiting for him. And this was exactly what Aramis had wanted earlier was it not?

"Hey Ara-Aramis? Are you okay?" Asked their youngest, droopy eyes full of concern.

And honestly, what reason did the older have to not be? A little discomfort? His three brothers were so busy already and they didn't need to worry about something so trivial. His problem was just him overreacting, no?

A hand on the back of his neck startled him out of his thoughts, eyes looking up to see Porthos looking at him with worry. Aramis wanted a hug more than anything else but with the bags under his friends eyes he tried for a fake smile.

"Of course, my friend. Why wouldn't I be?" He joked, laughing nervously as they continued to stare.

"Why don't you tell us, hm? What's up?" Porthos whispered softly, hand kneading at his neck.

And now his lip was wobbling again and he saw how startled the other three were. He tried to settle but Porthos pulled him in for a hug and so he cried softly.

"I missed you guys and-and now my clothes are ruined and it's so dumb anyways. You guys are so stressed and I want to help but Treville needed me and I-" Aramis stumbled over his words as they tumbled out.

"Hey now. It's okay." Porthos soothed, hand running through his hair.

Once he had calmed down and wriggled away from his three friends, he rolled on the balls of his feet as he waited. But his loose shoe slipped away, sending him tumbling down onto his backside. Just as he was ready to be upset he hear his brothers laugh.

Aramis considered what had just happened and then began to laugh too. All was well again and Aramis knew this.