#minister treville

[dreamerinthesun]

Honey & Sore throat

A/N: husband!Jean Treville x reader (well you'll get the idea)

for @rose-edith sorry it took me so long😭 i hope you'll like it

if you have any request feel free to send them in! i will try my best to write them!

"Ugh!" From the moment you woke up, you realised this was going to be a tough day, if even not one of the worst. Your head was pouding awfully and it wasn't enough, you could barely feel your throat! Maybe dancing and singing all night yesterday was a bad idea, but in your defense, you had to celebrate the good news of D'Artagnan's earned comission somehow! What didn't helped at all was the open window which was one of your husband's habits after waking up early in the morning. You understood why he did that, fresh air in the morning was always a great idea but this morning you only wanted to scold the Captain of Musketeers for being so inconsiderate of your well-being. Your body was telling you to go make yourself a cup of hot tea from the dried herbs you kept in the kitchen but your mind was refusing to get out of the bed and loose its warmth. "Well, look who's awake. Good morning my dear" You were so caught up in your own thoughts about what your next move would be that you didn't noticed your dear husband standing in the doorway to your shared room. By his facial expression you could read in his face that he was a bit amused at your state which you didn't found happy and cute at all. "Mhm..." The hum of your response made Jean only chuckle under his breath as he joined you on your side of bed, taking in how you looked. Despite your hair being a slight mess and your nose looking a pinker than usual he still thought you were absolutely breathtaking and couldn't believe his eyes. "How are you feeling?" "How do you think I'm feeling? I'm feeling great " 'Ah, that's the sarcasm I'm used to' , thought Jean to himself. Whether he admitted it or not he found you even more feisty and snarky self when you were feeling sick bit adorable. As almost everything about you. "I will bring you some tea, you look a little pale. Please stay in bed or you'll catch something worse", he spoke in a soft yet demanding tone. He really wasn't fan of idea you walking and taking care of everything around when you were obviously sick. "I'm fine. I'll just drink tea and everything will get better" "We both know that's not true..." "Fine, I will stay in bed" It sounded like you didn't even wanted to stay in bed but on the other hand you knew Jean Treville was one stubborn man when it came to taking care of you. "But close the window" "Yeah, I will..." Pressing a single kiss onto your forehead he stood up walking over to the window closing it and making sure no one piece of wind went through he then walked out of the door to make you the tea you were promised.

Once the hot mug filled with water, herbs and some honey was in the man's hand he was slowly walking over to the room you were staying in, careful to not spill any of the tea either on him or on the ground because ending up with burn hand himself wasn't any of the close plans on Jean's mind. Grabbing you also your favorite book on the way to the room he was secretly hoping this was all enough for you to keep you inside the room for the day. "One tea with honey coming!" He called out to you when he walked past the doors smiling at the sight of you. The duvet covered up your whole body while you were under there, enjoying the warmth which was provided by the bed. "Here's your tea with honey, but careful, it's hot so leave it there for a few minutes to cool. And here's book to keep you company. Or would you prefer Aramis's presence instead?" With all honesty, Jean wasn't very much happy with the idea of Aramis spending the day in your room. Not that he was afraid of Aramis hitting on you, he was pretty aware of how close you two were, but he would prefer for his musketeer to focus on his job rather than fooling around and doing nothing. So he was quite satisfied with the shook of head you gave him as he smiled, his moustache lifting up slightly. "The honey should help you with the sore throat and do no tell me you don't have it because I heard you singing previous night!" He remarked with small laugh, memories of the celebration running through his head before he made sure you had everything. "If you would want anything else, call out to me, I will be in my office anyway" He spoke up again, mentally groaning at the idea of much paperwork as he didn't notice you were silent the whole time, watching him. When he finally did and he turned his head to look at you, he took notice of the mischief shining in your eyes as you sneaked your arm around his waist. You didn't even had to say anything and he knew it was your plan to get him spend the day with you. "I have to go darling, the paperwork won't do it itself" Jean remarked quickly jumping up from the bed and almost running to his office. The scene caused you to laugh as you just shook your head, getting comfortable under the duvets again while you continued to come up with plan how to get your husband to cuddle in bed with you for the rest of the day.

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[bullet-prooflove]

A Cottage in Nice: Captain Jean Treville x Reader

Tagging: @lovemissyhoneybee @sekretwindow @rey4kat @roschele  @sassyscottishchick @aiko24k @scorpio-1357 @kmc1989 @burningpeachpuppy @swanfan17 @dragon85faby @angelnyx @caffeinatedwoman @missyhoneybee

Jean’s fall from grace is inevitable. You see it coming the moment he turns down the position of First Minister.  It becomes the talk of France because no man in his right mind would defy the king’s wishes and your husband does just that.

It moves quickly from there, the king shows his displeasure by stripping him of his rank before he dismisses him from the service entirely. His career is shattered within a matter of weeks.

He steers clear of you in the aftermath, he doesn’t want the taint of his misfortune to muddy you. Your marriage has always been his most closely guarded secret, he will take it to the grave if he has to.

He ignores your letters, vacates his premises in the garrison and disappears in the night.

There is one other man who knows your true identity as Madam Treville and you meet with him under a rain drenched canopy a few streets away from the garrison.

“We’ve tried to locate him.” Athos tells you as you watch the droplets form puddles in the mud. “It is as if your husband has disappeared from the face of the earth.”

“He is ashamed.” You say quietly as you remove your riding gloves from pocket of the men’s jacket you are wearing. Your hair is tied away from your face with the red ribbon that secured the bouquet on your wedding day and your clad in fitted men’s breeches. It’s easier to move around Paris in this guise. Women tend to be hassled if they are alone during this late hour. “If he isn’t in his cups, there’s another place he would have gone in order to lick his wounds.”

“The cottage in Nice?” Athos questions.

It’s been years since he’s thought of that place, of the town where he witnessed your marriage. It hadn’t occurred to him that their Captain may return there, that he maintained that level of sentimentality.

“We bought it several years ago along with a small patch of land.” You reveal as you tug the kidskin riding gloves up to your wrists. “A place for an old soldier and his spy to retire in their golden years.”

It’s a joke between the two of you because you both know there will be no golden years, not with your choice in careers. The cottage serves as a safehouse these days, a place to go amidst the chaos of the world.

“I’ll escort you.” He says, removing his own gloves from his belt. “The roads at this time of night will be treacherous…”

“Athos.” You say fondly because his loyalty to you and your husband is admirable. “The Musketeers need a leader in my husband’s absence and Jean has always intended to name you as his replacement.”

“Take Aramis or better yet Porthos, even D’artagnan.” He argues as he helps you up onto your mare and you shake your head as you grip the reins in your hands.

“This is something I need to do as a wife.” You say softly. “The presence of others will only serve to silence him.”

You see the resignation in his features as he looks up at you. It’s hard for him to concede to your wishes, it’s the gentleman in him you think.

“Stick to the main roads.” He recommends as his palm smooths over the nose of your horse. “The back ones will be filled with vagabonds.”

He’s not telling you anything you don’t already know but it’s the warning of an old friend, one that doesn’t want to see you dead. You feel his eyes on you as you disappear into the night, watching you for as long as he can. He can’t stand the thought of his Captain losing anything else, especially not his wife.

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It’s a long ride to Nice and you spend that time considering the state you’ll find your husband in. There have been ups and downs over the years, the rise and falls of your professions, your personal follies but there has never been anything like this. The king has thrown his whole identity into flux and you’ve seen what that can do to a man, how it can twist them into bitterness.

When you arrive at the cottage nothing is as you expected. The windows are wide open, airing it, the garden is neatly trimmed, the flowerbeds recently tilled. The vegetable patch has been replanted and there’s a small harvest sorted into several different baskets. Each one has a name tied to them written on parchment in Jean’s hand.

Local families you realise as you study each one of them. You know that some of them have suffered hardships recently and Jean can’t stand to see someone struggle, not if he can help.

You employ a house keeper and a groundsman from the village to maintain the cottage while you are away. You use money you earn from your spywork and the jewels your first husband left you to fund it. His lands, along with your own had been seized when he’d been tried for treason but the jewels, you kept as payment for what you had endured underneath that tyrant. It had been a pleasure to watch him hang, knowing that you had orchestrated his demise.

You find Jean around the back, bare chested, chopping wood. His scars stand out starkly against his firm muscles as he swings the axe down over and over  and over again. There’s a catharsis in being productive, especially for him. You watch as he tosses the logs onto the wood pile before clearing your throat and stepping into his line of vision.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He says wearily as he sets the axe down, diverting his attention to the wash bucket and rag he’s set alongside the well.

“Here or with you?” You ask him as he cleans himself with the cool water.

He doesn’t answer you, he won’t even look at you and you can tell he feels ashamed. He has lost his stature, his position. His name may be on the title to this house but it is you that it belongs to. He has nothing besides the clothes on his back, his pistol and the sword that’s been with him for almost as long as you have.

“I have no prospects as a husband.” He says finally as he wrings out the rag. “You’d be wise to ignore the affiliation you have with me, it will not put you in good stead if our relationship is ever revealed.”

You take the rag from his hand and toss it back into the bucket and he sighs because you would never let him off that easy, despite it being in your best interests.

“My love.” You say softly as you lean against the well. “Will you look at me?”

The line of his jaw clenches as he shakes his head, his palms coming to rest upon the stone rim as he looks down into the clear water below.

“I know that it feels that you have lost everything.” You say quietly, studying the profile of his features. “But you have not lost me, you will never lose me.”

“Terese…” He says, his voice rough as he finally tilts his head to meet your gaze. “I have nothing to give you…”

“Our marriage has never been about trinkets or reputation.” You say, your forehead coming to rest on his as your fingertips chase along his grizzled cheek. “It’s about love, it always has been.”

“Terese…” He begins again but you press your lips to his and all thoughts of arguing fall out of his head because there’s just you, here in this moment, anchoring him, holding him steady.

His world is full of turmoil but you’ve always been a safe space, a guiding light in the dark. With you he knows who he is, who he’s always been, who he always will be.

Jean Treville, your lover, your husband and most importantly the man you call home.

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[lpdaf]

Prime Minister of France Armand Jean du Plessis Richelieu aka the Red man. Just imagine Treville always got him in the shadows (he's in charge of the security).

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[firstelevens]

LEFT FIELD REQUEST: Phryne and Jack, #63

(or if that's all just too long ago and you can't call them up, then Aramis and Anne, #4)

Sylvia I love you so much but Phryne and Jack are IMPOSSIBLE to write so Anne and Aramis will have to suffice, alas.

4. At Last - Etta James

It's strange, after so many years of the Musketeers being at her beck and call, but Anne simply can't get used to having Aramis so near.

She knew, on some level, what it meant to make him First Minister: Treville had been the Crown's right hand as long as he'd served, Richelieu before him, neither of them had ever been far when they were needed. Still, it seems that every meeting with her advisors leads to a meeting with her First Minister, and while there's nothing untoward happening--indeed it's impossible to imagine how anyone might find time to be untoward, given all the treaties and diplomatic letters that fill their time together--she still finds herself blushing like a young girl as she makes her way down the halls to her more private meeting rooms.

The only thing to do is to blame Aramis. After all, she's fairly certain nobody told him to smile so warmly when he bows and greets her with a soft, "Your Majesty." Nonetheless, he does it every time, and every time, Anne's pulse quickens. If she doesn't get in the habit of it soon, her heart is liable to beat out of her chest at an advisory meeting, and then what will happen?

And if she can't get in the habit of him simply doing his job around the palace, how will she ever get used to the sight of him late at night, slipping into her chambers with the stealth of a trained soldier and the sweet grin that their son shares?

(It will take a lifetime of practice, she decides, and applies herself to it at once.)

Put a number 1-100 in my inbox along with a ship/character (or an AU) and I will write you a microfic.

#sylvia-morris #zainab does ask meme things #my fic #Anne x Aramis #spotify wrapped fics

[deepinthelight]

"Aramis, I’d like you to take Treville’s place as First Minister."

#annamis

[its-elvish-for-two]

Day 23: Favourite Male Character

Treville, taking a well earned nap. His boys are a handful sometimes...

#MusketeerMarch2022 #MusketeerMarch #day 23 #prompt: favourite male character #treville #captain treville #minister treville #hugo speer #musketeers #the musketeers #bbc musketeers #three musketeers #the three musketeers #fanart #my art

[animanightmate]

I got stuck with this one for too long, then unstuck myself by following the advice I always give other people. 🙄 My one remaining braincell finally came back off extended leave, maybe?

Anyway, probably only one more chapter after this, but major thanks to the members of the discord server for cheerleading and co-researching, and especially @scionofqueens for providing beautiful translations/ interpretations/ inspirations for this and the next chapter.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Musketeers (2014) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Constance & Serge, Constance & Original Male Character(s), Lucien Grimaud & Feron, Tréville & Original Male Character(s), Marcheaux & Constance, Tréville & Queen Anne, Ana de Austria | Anne d'Autriche/Louis XIII de France, Ana de Austria | Anne d'Autriche/Aramis | Rene d'Herblay (in memory), Ana de Austria | Anne d'Autriche/Constance Bonacieux (in memory) Characters: Constance d'Artagnan, Original Male Character(s), Serge (The Musketeers 2014), Lucien Grimaud, Feron (The Musketeers 2014), de Tréville (Trois Mousquetaires), Louis XIII de France, Marcheaux (The Musketeers 2014), Louis XIV de France Additional Tags: Canon Era, Canon Compliant, Wartime, Franco-Spanish War, Thirty Years War, Politics, Some Historical Fudging, Conspiracy, Canon-Typical Sexism, Court Politics, mock-combat, Exhibition Match, Marcheaux is an insecure arse, Historical References, Historical Figures, Swordfighting, Period-Typical Racism, Constance will gut you like a fish if you lay a hand on her lads, Swordplay Series: Part 45 of All For One and, well, you know the rest…, Part 32 of All For One At War Summary:

The King’s Parade is finally on hand, and various parties congregate from across the city to collect their just deserts on this auspicious day.

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Another instalment in the long series of pieces based around the black box that is the Musketeers during the Spanish War.

#bbc musketeers #bbc the musketeers #musketeers #the musketeers #my fic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #constance bonacieux #oc #tréville #minister treville #lucien grimaud #feron #marcheaux #musketeer cadets #serge

[ofthemusketeers]

Queen Anne & Captain Treville 

#the musketeers #musketeersedit #anne of austria #captain treville #AU where 3x09 never happened and the queen regent and her loyal first minister ruled over a peaceful and prosperous france #3x09? I don't know her. #it was such a dumb episode. #every single smart character was so dumb #yeah we're just gonna hide the king; he's a peasant now #ok lol #oh treville's regent now........ kay lol #that makes sense #not gaston but treville #tmgifs #Warning: nobody is allowed to talk trash on my posts except for me

[tumultuous-affairs]

Treville is an absolute babe

#the musketeers #captain treville #Hugo Speer #treville #minister treville

[contrarium]

tag drop !! verses and folks and stuff.

#[ aramis. ] i'm a teacher. preacher. liar. i am everything. anything. #[ porthos. ] can you hear me screaming for you? i'm afraid i'm gonna die down here. #[ athos. ] cause you're just a dead man walking. thinking that's your only option. #[ d'artagnan. ] where is the wonder. where's the awe. where are the sleepless nights i used to live for. #[ constance. ] don't give me love. don't give me faith. wisdom nor pride. give innocence instead. #[ milady. ] is it worth all the pain you are bringing in frustration? you're becoming a victim of your own vindication. #[ treville. ] in this house of mine nothing ever comes without a cost or consequence. #[ anne. ] my hands are tied but not tight enough. you're the high that i can't give up. oh lord. here we go. #[ first minister of france. ] intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings. #[ a king's musketeer. ] four arms threatening the four points of a compass.

[dreamerinthesun]

Random Jean Treville headcanons

which i wrote instead of working on my history essay

A/N: please take a note of fact that he's like cool father figure to me so I'll leave all of the smut imagination to your mind.

dedicated to @rose-edith who keeps up with my never-ending changes of crushes and tolerates sharing of my thoughts <3

pic sources: Pinterest

if he got married, it would be on warm spring day

I feel like his favourite food is well-seasoned steak with potatoes and few vegetables

he loves vegetables in his meals

being the workaholic he is, I think he'd either spent full days in work an then full days with his s/o or musketeers

something tells me he was brought up by either single mother or family full of sisters

he doesn't like cats

his love language is either acts of service or words of affirmation

his favourite colour overall is blue (obviously) but he loves seeing light or mint green on his s/o

sometimes when world is too much wants to just hug his lover and hide his face into crook of their neck

sharing problems? what's that? (this is what all those years of loneliness do to you)

speaking or loneliness, once you and him live together, it would be kind of weird for him to get used to someone being around him at all times

white wine > red wine

his favourite spot to take you out on dates is either small meadow with view to Paris or the kitchen in Garrison

and once he's confident enough in the fact you won't leave him (which would be probably after marriage), he likes to stroll around the city with you

if you would want to, he would definitely love to teach you how to sword fight!

a lot of teasing from his men after you and him spent the night being engaged in other activities...

“darling, my love, my dear”

its quite hard for him to hide the fact he's in love, someone who wouldn't know him wouldn't notice it, but there's just something upbeat about him once you and him starts dating that even Cardinal notices it

speaking of Cardinal, at least one conversation between these two men was about you

likes to buy you fresh pastries for breakfast

knows how to cook and although he doesn't admits it often, he enjoys cooking more than anything

however he doesn't like trying new recipes, he likes to keep it classy

lots of patience (I mean with keeping up with musketeers, he needs it)

if you want children, he will be more than happy to have them! He's nervous about being a father, fearing he won't be a good enough

#captain treville x reader #minister treville #captain treville #bbc musketeers #musketeers headcanons #bbc musketeers x reader

[aprill-99]

BBC Musketeers as John Mulaney Quotes:

Athos: “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day, I’ll die.”

Porthos: “Do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks, and I would totally kill that guy for you. See you at improv practice later.”

Aramis: “In college I did cocaine the night before graduation. Now, I’m afraid to get a flu shot. People change!” (+) “You marked that one gay right? No? Well that’s going to be an interesting person…”

D’Artagnan: “My wife is a bitch and I like her so much.” (+) “I’m new in town, and it gets worse.”

Constance: “I am very small, and I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress I am under.” (+) “I think eventually everything is going to be okay but I have no idea what’s going to happen next!”

Queen Anne: “I need everyone all day long to like me so much.”

Milady: “Brush your teeth now boom! Orange juice! That’s life!”

Cardinal: “One black coffee. Same mother fucker.” (+) “I was raised Catholic as I’m sure you can tell from my everything about me.”

The King: “I was just shiny and dumb and easy to trick.”

Treville: “Shut up you’re all gonna die, street smarts!” (+) “‘we shouldn’t have made the Cardinal first minister’ We are well past that!”

Bonus:

The Dauphine: “None of us really know our fathers….”

#the musketeers #three musketeers #bbc musketeers #incorrect quotes #incorrect the musketeers #athos #porthos #aramis #d’artagnan #constance #milady #queen anne #john mulaney quotes #captain treville #cardinal richelieu

[anamariamauricia]

From the 2x10 script

#'and your queen' #anne's cry for help #knowing that l*uis signed her death warrant #and his last two (first) ministers each tried to kill her #msktrs scripts #msktrs 2x10 #the musketeers #anne of austria #king louis xiii #treville

[rose-edith]

Ma'am Treville, you already saw it coming!

Please give us some headcanons of being the king's mistress!

(doesn't have to be Louis, it could be literally general)

Of course! I won’t use a specific face for the King, that way he can look how you’d like. Hope you like it!

Being the Mistress of King Louis would include:

•even before you become the Mistress of King Louis, Queen Anne is aware of the growing friendship between you and her husband. She’s not exactly pleased at the prospect of Louis flaunting you under her nose, but then nor does she really hold any real anger towards you.

•essentially she feels a bit indifferent. Her husband doesn’t hit her or beat her, but he’s always been a bit aloof. So she’s sort of used to him not really caring and not being around.

•so Anne doesn’t hate you, but you’re not her best friend.

•the first time she sees you and Louis walking lazily round the perfectly manicured gardens she almost feels a sense of relief, at least you were both happy. And she hoped that with Louis so charmed by you, she might be able to find her own joy.

•and Louis was utterly enthralled, diverted by you! Under the fake Kingly veneer that keeps him almost chained to his throne he’s a living, breathing feeling man.

•and he’s very very generous! Right from word go Louis has given you little gifts. Well, I say little- at first, before he comes to truly know your desires, he gifts you expensive jewellery, clothes, horses, carriages, a title, a country house- all gifts any social climber would wish for! And you are flattered, but it’s not what you really want.

•it takes quite a long time really, but eventually Louis realises that you value his time, fresh cut flowers from the gardens, new books, much more than the grand gestures.

•so he starts to plan luxurious picnics- the finest pastries and cakes, the most delicious wine and big soft blankets and huge fluffy cushions are dragged outside at the King’s orders.

•to begin with your little dates together and it- you’re a diversion from the rigours of court life and an unhappy marriage. But then the friendship deepens, as does the King’s feelings.

•he’s quick to fall in love with you. And he’s quick to move you into his rooms. Truly, it is the worst secret in all of France! Everyone knows- but no one says a word, no one dares to. Even when they see you walking round the palace and holding hands, when they see you dancing closer than is suitable, as you both sneak away, or go to the kitchens for a late night snack together, no one says a single word.

•you’re given a title that represents the significance of your place in the King’s heart. Which is a lovely gesture, but it puts a target on your back very firmly. So you end up finding yourself being guarded by the King’s own Musketeers every time you leave the palace.

•he’s not a terribly well-read man really. But for you he learns some lines of poetry. For you he tones down his obsession with having a large navy to command. Don’t expect him to change completely; he’s still petulant and inclined to act childish and stomp his foot if he’s told the word ‘no’ by his Minister. But he does change a bit.

•he becomes a bit wild around you. As you grow comfortable and intimate, as things physically progress with you…he becomes passionate and intense.

•as a lover his skills to begin with are…well, they’re adequate. But over time they develop, he becomes a sensational lover, and you definitely get to experience his physical form regularly- once you both start to experience love making it becomes a regular staple.

•you’re not just a temporary fixture in his life, once he’s welcomed you into his world you’re there for a long, long time. A happy King is a big win for the country, so as much as it’s a relationship, being his Mistress is a job too. But fortunately, it’s a job you’re very happy to do.

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[aramisinaskirt]

💭

For Musketeers? :]

Aramis' mother was a Spanish prostitute who worked in the Court of Miracles. That's how he met Porthos and became friends with him.

Athos and Sylvie eventually married and returned to la Fere, where they built themselves a modest place on the land away from his former home.

Aramis was Louis' most trusted Musketeer prior to the revelations of his affair with Anne in "Death of A Hero", which is why the scene between them was so emotionally charged. Louis loved Aramis like an older brother and didn't want to believe it was true.

Anne and Aramis did marry after Louis' death. He refused to take a formal title and instead continued to serve Anne as the First Minister.

d'Artagnan and Constance ran the Musketeer garrison until they were up in age-- Athos, Porthos and Aramis can't stay away either, though-- they come in often to train the cadets and keep their skills sharp in the off chance they're ever required to protect France again.

Treville never had children, but adopted all four Musketeers and Louis in his head-- he proudly called them his "sons" to anyone who would listen before his death. He never told anyone this but Aramis, who swore not to tell the others until Treville was gone.

Aramis and Anne frequently visit the monastery where he took his vows. He now brings at least one of his brothers with him to show the children who still remain from his time there that the stories he told them were, in fact, real.

Porthos and Elodie ended up adopting Marie. He tells her even more stories of his adventures with her "uncle Aramis".

Flea ended up settling down in the French countryside after leaving Paris. She found a benefactress (I like to think it might have been Ninon, but make of it what you will) who made her into a proper lady and secured her a decent marriage. She wrote to Porthos, keeping him informed of her life. For those who may have missed my last post-- the above are some of my headcanons for BBC's The Musketeers. Most are Aramis centric (Sorry, he's my favorite.) I'd love to hear which ones of these you like and/or think I should make stories of-- I already have ideas planned for or have partially covered some of them! Thanks @enigma-the-mysterious

#thanks for the ask! #bbc the musketeers #headcanon #answered ask #fanfic

[its-elvish-for-two]

Day 9: "This is what you made me"

"I remember the scruffy, brash young boy I found in the training yard that day." D'Artagnan fought the urge to fidget with his uniform. "The boy who fought the best soldier in my regiment to avenge his father. The boy who signed up for mission after mission to fight for justice, even before winning his commission. The boy desperate to prove himself worthy of the Musketeer pauldron.

"And I watched him from that balcony as he turned into a man. A man who fights for others, not for himself. A man who defends his country, protects its people. A man of honour. A Musketeer.

"You found a place here. A family. A home. And there are others out there, just like that boy who came here all those years ago. They have it in them to become great warriors and great men. But they need someone to give them a chance. Someone to guide them. The city will always need protectors, and I'm entrusting the responsibility of training them to the most honourable man I know. Athos was right, you have become the best of us.

"I know you will do your duty as captain with honour and courage, and you will make the regiment proud, as you have made me proud. Always."

Constance wiped away the tears on her cheeks as she finished reading, and d'Artagnan felt his own eyes stinging with pride and pain. Constance slipped her hand into his, and handed him the letter, signed at the bottom with the familiar curling name and seal.

"Everything I am started with you," said d'Artagnan, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he stood to attention in front of the headstone. "You gave me a chance, a purpose. You made me into a man of honour, and I won't let you down. This is what you made me. A Musketeer."

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