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Honor and Espionage Part Two

Aramis x Reader

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Part One

Summary: Shut away in the ambassador’s mansion with a woman who knows her true identity, the reader attempts to complete her task. Aramis must wait helplessly as the fatal night ticks on.

Notes: I cannot even begin to explain how much of a chokehold this man has me in. Aramis has stolen my heart, and I hope there are those of you who can relate! Let me know what you think, these are just such fun characters. (I also plan to do more with this reader/Aramis dynamic in the future, including the story of how they met)

Warnings: Violence, blood, angst, more steaminess

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The doors closed and the last of the guests appeared to be inside. Aramis tucked his spyglass away with a frustrated sigh. He could see you now in his mind, your dazzling smile winning over the guests and the ambassador, your charm earning your way to more secluded areas of the house. Areas with information. Areas with proof of his treason. Aramis had seen firsthand how skilled and precise you were at your job. But that didn’t keep the turning in his gut from adding to the pained worry in his chest.

The musketeer leaned back against the bark of the tree he’d hidden behind. The others were in similar positions, all glancing up at the house for any sign of trouble.

D’Artagnan shifted, leaning toward him with a raised brow. “How do you do it?” He asked. “I imagine marriage would be hard enough when only one of you is a musketeer, but both of you?”

Aramis looked up at the boy and found only innocent curiosity on his face, as well as a hint of admiration. He inhaled deeply and ran a hand through his hair. Aramis knew of the younger man’s complicated feelings for a particular merchant’s wife. Perhaps all he was looking for was a little hope.

“It isn’t easy, but I’m sure you’ve gathered that,” he said, a small smile teasing his lips. “But I think it helps us understand each other more than we would if we lived in a cottage somewhere.” Aramis chuckled. “Perhaps understand isn’t the right word…” In all his years of knowing you, he found that your mind was one he had yet to comprehend. Luckily, trying was one of his favorite activities.

“What is then?” D’Artagnan rested his arm on his knee and tilted his head. “The right word?”

Aramis contemplated the question for a while, listening to the distant sounds of the forest around the ambassador’s property and the occasional laugh streaming from one of the open windows.

“I don’t know, ‘appreciate,’ I suppose,” he answered. D’Artagnan noticed the intense sincerity overtaking his features. “I cherish every moment I have with her because of everything we’ve been through. I worship each second breathing the same air as her as if any inhale may be my last. Because when I even think of a world where her voice has been silenced and her heart has been stopped…” He trailed off, turning back to the house. “I know my soul would follow her, even if my body could not.”

Porthos’s deep and thoughtful laugh joined their conversation. He sat with his head tilted back and a smirk on his face.

“Always the romantic hero type, eh?” He said. “Both you and her.”

“Yes, Porthos, I am a man guilty of loving my wife and she is guilty of the same. Tease all you like.” Aramis smiled to himself, still facing the place where his wife could be in danger and he’d have no way of knowing until it was too late.

Porthos shifted so he was sitting beside him. He put a hand on his shoulder, gaze following his worried friend’s.

“She’ll be alright, yeah? She always is.”

“And if anything happens, we’re ready,” D’Artagnan added.

Athos merely nodded but Aramis felt his support. All four men contemplated the situation in silence, each plagued with his own thoughts and concerns. Aramis forced slow breaths to calm himself but reached again for his spyglass to peer through any windows he had a clear sight of.

D’Artagnan thought of the fierceness he’d already witnessed- had even been on the receiving end of- and had faith in your abilities. He felt sorry for anyone inside who’d be unfortunate enough to cross you.

With the man who was to be your escort now rotting away with poison in his belly, you had to alter your story to one Treville would likely have a headache of explaining later on. Rather than the daughter of a prominent merchant in the area, you’d presented yourself as a friend of the king of France’s sister, the Duchess of Savoy, who was traveling with her brother- unable to attend the dinner due to a head cold he gained on the journey- and looking for an advantageous marriage. A forward approach, of course, but luckily it seemed the ambassador couldn’t resist a good challenge of pursuit. All of the other guests seemed to buy your story as well.

Almost all of them.

As you giggled mindlessly at something Laurent had said, you could feel the harsh, burning glare from your rival across the table. Milady de Winter, making conquests of her own, ensured that you couldn’t ignore her presence. Her intentions, you had yet to decipher, but you knew her presence could only mean trouble for you.

Why had the cardinal sent a spy after the ambassador? Did he have the same information as Treville or were his motivations more sinister, as they often were?

“Tell me, mademoiselle,” Milady began, the same knowing smugness in her voice as before, “what do you think of the rumors growing in Paris regarding the musketeers dueling with Cardinal Richelieu's noble Red Guard? I, for one, have been frightened of even stepping outside of my door.”

Laurent grunted with an approving nod and took a drink of his wine. “A bunch of lawless miscreants, the lot of them.” He leaned forward so only the two of you could hear. “You know, I’ve heard that the imbecile Captain Treville even has some of his men following me.”

“You poor dear,” you cried, placing your hand beside his, “how awful to be pursued by those brutes. I’ve personally spoken to the cardinal recently and he couldn't agree more with… I’m sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name madame.” You stared pointedly at Milady. She didn’t blink.

“Lady de Bonacieux.”

You kept your face politely neutral, but inside you wanted to reach across and slap her. The use of your close friend’s last name was surely not a coincidence, but you failed to understand how she could know about your relationship with Constance. And her degradation of the musketeers was certainly meant to frustrate you, which meant she knew about your marriage to Aramis. But why not reveal you now? Why keep your identity a secret when it would benefit her much more to see the ambassador throw you out, or worse?

“Ah, yes, we’ve met before,” you said. She wasn’t the only one with veiled threats up her sleeve. After all, you were not the only one here under false pretenses. “The cardinal introduced us once, did he not?”

“I believe that was the occasion, yes.”

“How lucky am I,” Laurent cheered, “to have friends of the cardinal’s on either arm.”

You noted his boisterous tone and genuine glint in his eye. Either he was a much better liar than you anticipated, or there was something you had yet to discover.

After dinner, Ambassador Laurent insisted on showing off his gardens to his guests before the men would separate to discuss subjects they felt were ‘too intense for the women’s delicate sensibilities.’ It always made you laugh, having to play the part of the naive ornament that they foolishly believed women to be. If any one of them could look into your mind and discover what you truly knew and understood, the burdens of knowledge you carried, they’d be terrified.

Whereas, with your husband, your mind was his favorite thing about you.

You pushed Aramis to the back of your thoughts again and continued batting your lashes at the idiots around you.

Servants holding lanterns lined the paths of the garden, illuminated by the moonlight. Grand statues and topiaries were the center of Laurent’s boasts. You nodded and giggled and flattered until your brain was numb of boredom.

A glint in the trees caught your eye. It was only for a second, but you could have sworn you saw movement. A flicker of silver. A contrast of blue-gray in the dark between the trees.

You restrained yourself from groaning in frustration.

Surely, Athos was smarter than this. Surely, he wouldn’t allow for Aramis and the others to stake out the ambassador’s house because your husband was a touch too protective. Surely, they wouldn’t be that stupid.

And yet… you knew it was them.

Aramis ducked behind the tree with his breath caught in his throat.

“Do you think she saw me?” He whispered. Athos shot him a silencing glare. One trip, one loud noise could give away their presence.

D’Artagnan eyed their leader and leaned over to Aramis. “She definitely saw you.”

“Do you both want us to be shot?” Athos snapped.

Aramis held a finger to his smirking lips. Athos’s blue eyes glared icy daggers. They all turned back to the group in the gardens and found that you’d looked away from their hiding spot.

“Mademoiselle, have you seen your companion, Lady de Bonacieux?” Ambassador Laurent asked as he approached you. You’d only just noticed her absence yourself, sending a shock of panic through you that pushed the thoughts of your sneaking husband to the back of your mind.

You gave Laurent a confused smile. “I haven’t, mousier. Perhaps she forgot something inside?” He looked to the house with a disappointed frown. “Oh, don’t let it upset you, sir. I’ll find her at once and we can continue our merriment.”

There was something else in his expression, as well. A flicker of suspicion. But it was gone as soon as it had appeared, replaced by a smile of encouragement.

“Don’t be gone long, my dear. I have yet to show you the largest of the statues.”

“Of course.” You bowed and hurried back inside.

In the trees, D’Artagnan’s teasing of Aramis halted with Porthos pointing to the gardens.

“Look,” he said. Four pairs of eyes snapped over to watch you go. Porthos shook his head in confusion. “Where is she going?”

“More importantly,” Athos said, motioning to another member of the gathering who retreated back into the house. “Where is he going?” Laurent’s ornately dressed form followed after you just long enough that you wouldn't notice.

Aramis’s stomach dropped. He moved into a readied crouching position. “He’s discovered her. We have to help.”

“Wait.” Athos held out a hand to stop him. “We must have faith in Y/N’s abilities. If we act too quickly, it could be a disaster for both her and us.”

“But if he knows, he’ll kill her!”

“Not with all of these people here,” Porthos noted the still full garden. “Even he’s not that stupid. He’d have to take her somewhere else if he’s going to kill her.”

“How surprisingly unhelpful,” Aramis snapped.

But, with no other choice, he again remained, holding a clenched fist to his lips as he uttered more prayers he could only hope someone was listening to.

Inside, you crept along the halls to the sounds of the crowd outside. You couldn’t help but wonder how many of them knew. How many knew of this man’s betrayal of his country and stood by and let it happen? How many helped him?

You came upon a door on the second floor with movement and light streaming through the cracks. You removed the dagger you had strapped to your leg and opened it. Milady de Winter stood over the ambassador’s desk, rummaging through piles of parchment.

“I expected a more subtle exit,” you said, closing the door behind you. “I believed you were more skilled than that. I thought wrong.”

“Speed, in this situation, is favored for stealth, I’m afraid. Not all of us have musketeer husbands waiting to rescue us if this goes poorly.” She sneered at you over the countless letters and plans on the dark wood desktop. You froze. “Oh save me the shocked looks. It’s my job to know who you are.”

“As it is mine to know who you work for,” you fired back. Of course, your marriage wasn’t a secret, but something about her knowing of Aramis made your skin crawl. “How did the cardinal find out about Laurent? No one else was supposed to know. Why would he send his favorite spy?”

“Why indeed?” The growling voice behind you made your heart stop. A hand roughly grabbed your arm and the glower of Ambassador Laurent loomed over you. His burning gaze shifted over your shoulder. “What does the cardinal mean by this? I thought we had a deal?”

“A deal?” You gasped, whirling around to look at Milady. “The cardinal is working with this traitor?” Laurent’s grip on your hand tightened and you forced a cry of pain back down your throat.

“Unfortunately, you’ve run out of usefulness, ambassador. You’ve drawn too much attention to yourself, as this musketeer insider proves.” Milady said calmly. She raised her arm from behind the desk, aimed her pistol, and fired. “And someone has to clean up the mess.”

Laurent crumpled to the floor.

Milady skirted around the desk with a cold, hard glare. “I’m afraid that goes for you too.”

The crowd let out a collective gasp as the sharp sound rang through the night. The four men hiding in the shadows jumped to their feet.

“Did you hear that?” Aramis exclaimed, not bothering to stay quiet anymore.

“Steady, Aramis,” Athos urged, though he’d reached for his weapon.

“We can’t wait any longer,” Porthos said.

Aramis didn’t wait for an order. He dashed across the clearing separating them from the gardens. The other three swiftly followed. The guests gasped again upon seeing their approach.

“Everyone remain calm,” Athos instructed. “We have everything under control.” His voice boomed with enough authority that nobody questioned him.

Aramis’s feet carried him through the main door. Candlelight flickered in his vision. Gold shimmered from every surface it was nearly blinding. He whirled around, holding a hand out to stop the others, and listened.

You dove for the weapon with one hand and slashed at her with your knife in the other. Milady knocked against the desk, sending parchment flying over the ambassador’s bloody body.

“We could have made quite the team, you know,” she said. “The cardinal would have liked you, had you not married a musketeer of course. Aramis, isn’t it? I’m told he’s such a charmer.” She finished reloading her weapon. “Too bad you’ll never see him again. Husbands are useless anyway. He’ll betray you. Just wait.”

You snatched a candlestick from the side table and launched it at her. She fired accidentally into the wall. In the bright flash of your weapon, a note caught your eye. There, on the edge of the desk, was a letter. In the moment you were able to read some of the words, you recognized it as Laurent’s plot to pay Savoyan soldiers to assassinate the king. And in the corner, was the cardinal’s signet.

You swung your knife in Milady’s direction again, grabbing the letter and taking the second she had to reload to retreat. The ambassador’s guards met you in the hall. One reached for you. You plunged your knife into his arm and elbowed the other in the nose. If they pursued you, you didn’t turn to see. You ran.

The second shot might as well have been through Aramis’s pounding heart.

The third consumed his senses completely.

With Porthos and Athos busy with more guards, he and D’Artagnan raced up the stairs. The ornate white marble brought them to the second floor where you laid with your back against the wall and a cloaked figure standing over you, gripping your arm as you screamed in agony. The figure tore something from your hands and hurried away without looking back. Aramis fired a shot but missed.

“After her!” You shouted. You tried to pull yourself to your feet using the railing, but any movement in your arm shot searing pain through your body. Blood had already soaked the sleeve and side of your gown.

“Go,” Aramis said to D’Artagnan. The young man sprinted after the assailant while Aramis rushed to your side. When his dark, beautiful eyes hovered over yours, you almost breathed a sigh of relief through your clenched teeth.

“My arm,” you groaned. “The wretch shot me in the arm.”

Aramis examined the wound, lifting your limb gently. You took a sharp breath that sounded more like a whimper. He laid a hand on your cheek.

“It’s bleeding too much.” Aramis unlatched his belt and wrapped it around your arm just below the shoulder. He tightened it and this time you couldn’t keep the scream at bay. “I know, love. But if I don’t remove the ball and sew the wound soon-”

“I’ll bleed to death,” you finished. There was a flicker of terror in his eyes.

He saw the light leave your gaze, felt the warmth abandon your skin. He heard your final breaths as your blood stained his hands. He imagined his life without you. It was as dark and cold as a moonless night. The mere image of standing at your grave planted a seed of despair in his chest that he forced himself to push down in order to ensure that it didn’t become real.

“That’s not going to happen.”

Downstairs, Athos and Porthos’s battle showed no signs of ending. D’Artagnan returned with a shake of his head. Aramis put an arm under your legs and the other behind your back. He scooped you up and you bit back tears of anguish with every step as he ran.

“I can walk,” you protested. “It’s my arm, not my ankle.”

“Now is really not the time to argue, darling.”

“What happened? Is she hurt?” D’Artagnan asked, keeping up beside you.

“I need you to bandage her arm and apply pressure to the wound,” Aramis instructed. The younger musketeer tore off a piece of tapestry from the wall and wrapped it around your arm.

“Sorry about this,” he said, pulling the fabric taught.

You bit your lip and buried your face in Aramis’s chest.

“What in God’s name happened?” Athos exclaimed. He and Porthos joined the rushing group.

Aramis kept his eyes forward and his focus on you. “I need the ambassador’s cabin. She can travel on horseback and we need to get to a secure location for me to operate.”

“Where is the ambassador?” Athos asked.

You lifted your head. “He’s dead.” The four men exchanged a glance. You scoffed. “Don’t worry, I didn’t kill him.”

“That might not matter,” Athos said. He held the door leading out to the path where carriages awaited.

“What’s going on? Who are you?” The driver jerked the reins away from Porthos’s reaching hand.

D’Artagnan lifted his gun. “We’re going to need to borrow this, monsieur.”

“Aramis, there’s something I need to tell you all,” you said, voice weaker than before. He lifted you into the carriage, keeping you close in his arms.

“It will have to wait, darling.” He kissed your forehead.

“But if I-”

“Don’t.” His tone was firm, but it shook with fear nonetheless. He gulped. “Everything is going to be fine.”

A short ride away sat a small farmhouse, apparently abandoned. Porthos halted the carriage and the other two soon rejoined with the horses. Aramis hurried you inside.

“She needs a drink. This is going to hurt.”

Porthos held out a leather flask. “Why don’t we just do what you did with me?”

Aramis scowled. “I like her face the way it is. I’d rather you not damage it.”

“I’ll have to agree with my husband on that.” You snatched the drink from his hand and downed as much as you could as quickly as the burning liquid allowed. You were already feeling the dizzy discomfort of losing so much blood from the inner side of your arm. “Before you start, I have to tell you all… I have to tell you… the ambassador was plotting to kill the king. And the cardinal was a part of it. That’s why he sent one of his spies to retrieve his letter. She’s the one who killed Laurent and the one who shot me. If you can find her, you may be able to expose the cardinal.”

“We can worry about that later.” Aramis brushed a strand of hair off of your sweat-spotted forehead. “I’m taking care of you first. And I’m sorry, my love, but it is going to hurt.” His voice sounded as pained as you felt. The anguish in his eyes showed how much seeing you like this broke his heart.

Finishing the rest of Porthos’s brandy, you gripped Aramis’s shoulder with your uninjured hand.

“Do it.”

Lacking the proper tools, Aramis took the sharpest knife he had and reluctantly plunged it into your gaping wound. The burn of the bullet was nothing compared to the blinding sting as he worked to remove the ball from your flesh. Athos gave you a piece of leather to bite down on, but even your muffled screams made Aramis sick to his stomach.

“I know, mon amour. I’m sorry. It’ll be over soon, I promise. I’m so, so sorry.” He clenched his jaw and forced himself to focus. “I’ve almost… got it.” The gore-coated piece of metal fell into his palm. Blood poured out from your wound. Again, the sensory images of your failing body filled his mind. Your eyes struggled to stay open. He worked faster. “D’Artagnan, tighten the belt and hand me my needle.”

“Is it supposed to bleed that much?”

“Just do as I say!”

You let the leather piece fall from your mouth and managed a weak smile. “This reminds me of when we were attacked by thieves on the way to Gascony,” you laughed, ignoring the growing haze in your head.

“I think we have different accounts of that.”

You smirked. “Only, I saved you that time.”

Aramis shook his head, his lips teasing upward. He threaded his needle and held the point over a candle’s flame.

“Like I said,” he examined the needle. “Different accounts.”

The sharp point pierced your scarlet-stained skin. It didn’t hurt as much as removing the bullet. You squeezed your eyes shut, took shallow breaths, and tried to stay awake.

“There.” Aramis sliced the thread and wrapped a fresh cloth around your arm. “It’s over. You’ve lost a lot of blood but, God willing, you’ll heal.” He adjusted the cushions beneath you and cupped your face in his hands.

“Aramis,” you breathed weakly and placed your hand on his. Your voice was hardly above a whisper.

“What is it, love?”

You opened your eyes to his brown irises staring in panic. Your smirk grew.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He breathed a sigh of relief and brought your lips to his.

Porthos chuckled behind him and slapped him on the shoulder. “That is a tough woman you’ve got yourself.”

“Don’t celebrate just yet,” Athos warned, though he was smiling as well. “We have to make sure the wound doesn’t get infected.”

“Your concern warms my heart, Athos,” you teased. You pushed yourself up on your good arm and tried to stand. But the blood loss, as well as the brandy, weakened your legs. You fell back against your husband.

“What are you doing?” He fretted.

“I must get to Treville. We have to find de Winter. She has the letter.”

“You aren’t going anywhere.” Aramis wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your temple. “You need to rest.”

You squirmed in his hold, grimacing when you moved your injured arm. “Leisure is not one of my specialties.”

“I’ll just have to help you practice.” His dark gaze glinted with his smug smile, brow raised.

“Perhaps you will.”

D’Artagnan coughed, reminding the two of you that three other men stood in the room. You might have blushed if you hadn’t lost so much blood.

D’Artagnan winked. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re going to be fine.”

Aramis made a sling for you from his deep blue sash and the five of you headed back to Paris. You rode with Aramis, his arms on either side of you and his eyes shifting at every movement. He tensed at each snapping twig, his arms holding you a little closer.

“It’s just a bird,” you whispered. “Besides, you needn’t be so worried.” You turned your head over your shoulder so you could kiss his cheek. “Broken wing or not, I’m still a better shot.”

But if there were any of the ambassador’s allies, you did not encounter them. Nor was there any sign of Milady. By the time you reached Treville, you were sure the cardinal’s letter was little more than ash and memory.

The captain paced before you as Aramis changed the crimson bandages on your arm.

“If I had known your contact was Baffier, I would have warned your spouse to expect you.”

“That certainly would have made you simpler.”

“Admit it,” you snickered, “it was fun.”

“I can’t say that’s the word I would use for you almost bleeding to death,” he said. He wasn’t smiling, rather his face held the same concern it had at the farmhouse.

“Nor I.” Treville gave you a hard stare. “The ambassador is dead and we don’t have any proof of what he was planning. This is going to be a mess to try and explain to the king.”

“It was the cardinal’s spy that killed him, not I.”

“Unfortunately, we also don’t have any proof that she exists and if someone from the gathering comes forward and recognizes you or the others, it’ll be a hell of a time explaining what you were doing there.” He stopped his movements and turned his head to both of you. “Which is why I’m not assigning you to anything else until this all dies down.”

You stood up, Aramis following behind you.

“What does that mean?”

“It means stay home,” Treville sighed. “You are injured. For God's sake, Y/N, you could have died if Aramis hadn’t been there!”

“I’m afraid I have to agree with the captain.” Aramis stepped forward. “It’s far too much of a risk for you to be seen.”

Treville changed the subject of his exasperated glare from you to your husband. “And I’m sending you with her.”

Aramis’s face fell so quickly you would have laughed had you not been so frustrated.

“Captain, I don’t… do you really think that’s… surely you’ll need-” He stammered.

“You can keep an eye on each other until I can get this awful business figured out and her arm can heal.”

You both opened your mouths to argue, but he held up a hand.

“That is my final decision.”

“What if you should need our services?” You asked.

Aramis nodded frantically in agreement. “Yes! Surely Paris will find itself in danger some way or another and you’ll need our skills to stop another villain.”

“If an emergency arises- and only of the utmost importance-'' Treville pinched the bridge of his nose. “You two will be the first to know. Now I have to try to begin to sort this out.”

He dismissed you with a wave of his hand.

You wanted to stay and fight, but between the ache in your arm and your husband’s guiding hand leading you to the door, there wasn’t anything you could do.

“God knows how long it’ll take for this to quiet down,” you huffed once you were outside.

“You two don’t look happy,” Porthos said.

“Let me guess.” Athos crossed his arms. “House arrest?”

You crossed your arms, grimacing from the jerking movement.

“Careful, darling.” Aramis winced.

You ignored him. “We aren’t allowed on any assignments until this whole ridiculous situation is handled.”

“So, what, you have to go into hiding?” D’Artagnan wondered. “What are you supposed to do until then?”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll think of something.” Porthos gave you a mischievous smirk, but his teasing did not lighten your mood.

“He might as well have sent us to live in a cave.”

“Now, dear,” Aramis said, putting an arm around your shoulder “don’t you think you’re being a tad melodramatic?” Your face morphed with fury and your eyes burned into his. He gulped. “I love you?”

You turned on your heel and stormed away. Aramis looked desperately at his three companions, but none offered any solace. In fact, they all grinned in amusement.

“God help me,” he muttered, chasing after you as the trio started to laugh.

Two Days and A Country Cottage Later

You swiped the damp cloth over your skin, bringing it further up your arm until fingers gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you from soaking your stitches.

“Mind my needlework, darling.” Aramis purred into your ear. He took the cloth from your hand and began his own soothing motions over your arm. “Allow me.”

You laid back against him, the bath water rippling with each movement. With your head leaned on his shoulder, he carefully cleaned the area around your wound. Any ache in your nerves was erased by his lips on your skin- from your shoulder to your neck to that little spot behind your ear.

“You know,” you sighed contently, “maybe the captain was right to send us out here. I can’t remember the last time we’ve gotten to spend this much time together.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” His lips followed your jaw as you turned to face him.

“I just hope the city is still standing by the time we get back,” you giggled. “I’m surprised we haven’t already been summoned.”

Aramis flicked at the water. “I give Treville and the others three more days before they come begging for our help.” A cocky smirk played on his features.

“Well,” you stood, water cascading from your skin and glittering in the setting sun streaming through the window.

Aramis basked in the sight of you. Almost glowing, you looked practically angelic. You stepped out of the bath and ran your fingers through your hair, beckoning him with a hooked finger and a suggestive glimmer in your eyes.

“We better not waste them then.”

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Masterlist of my Dishonored OCs:

(Half of them met Jindosh at some point because no one can stop me I fear) Some might be more specific to a game or period of time, and their story contains spoilers according to it. I'm linking their ToyHouse pages as well, but if you can't see it it means I'm not done yet. If you have any questions about any of them I'd gladly answer it! You can follow the tag ' dishonored oc ' on my blog, I use it to talk about them.

Thank you for your interest in them! <3

Last but not least, if you think one of your babeis could have some nice interactions or anything with one of mine, I'd love to hear about it and make some connections!

Kirin's childhood:

Adrian: My version of Kirin's big brother. He is his #1 fan and works at the mines for Aramis Stilton.

Marisol: Adrian's girlfriend at the time. Due to HHH unfortunate incidents, she'll leave Karnaca and go to Morley, only to come back around 25 years later with her new husband.

Ivanoe: Kirin's 'rival', he hated him so much. He's the only one in the friends group that actually disliked him (Kirin killed the cat he was taking care of so yeah).

Onésime: He was the Curator at the Conservatory, but before that, he was a teacher at the Academy. He was glad a young spirit like Kirin would be so interested by all that.

Ya-Hui (/Grace): Actual teacher at the Academy. She's always been by Kirin's side, until the Unfortunate Event. She taught him some bits of violin and made him growing fond of music even more.

Caleb (all 3 games): He was an Overseer, but to protect his sister (Abigail, below) he took her place and went to jail (not long before DH1 events). He'd eventually be given the chance to join the navy, but no one expected him to last this long.

Abigail (all 3 games): Witch doomed by the narrative. As you can imagine, being the sister of an Overseer was a bit complicated. Her love for the witches led her to places where she shouldn't have been.

Jennifer (all 3 games): Whaler OC, girlfriend of Abigail - a witch and a whaler was quite the duo too. They love each other dearly, despite everything.

Sybill (all 3 games): She lived on the streets with her sister, but the later got into the Golden Cat. Meanwhile, Sybill joined the Bottle Street Gang. She's the Sherlock Holmes of Dishonored.

Archibald (DH1/DH2): My first DH OC, he was supposed to be the one helping Corvo, but I ended up with the son instead (Vincent, below). He helped Sybill and worked with the City Watch.

Vincent (DH2): #1 fan of Jindosh in Dishonored events. He helps Corvo and works under cover with the Howlers.

Aldina (DH2/DOTO+): Her family are/were (for spoilers reasons) nobility in Karnaca, and had connections with the Duke, but Aldina always hated old men and find them boring. She wanted to become a witch, but Kirin found her instead and took her in his mansion to teach her things.

Nelly (DH2/DOTO+): She works for Jindosh, and takes care of Aldina too.

Octave (DOTOish): Marisol's husband. He's an artist from Morley, and works with Jindosh on the cinema and cartoon.

Sinclair (/Camille) (DOTO+): Singer at the opera, but they're into theater plays too. Their scene name is Camille Butterfly. They had the chance to play the Outsider from time to time.

Rosario (DOTO+): New Curator at the Conservatory. I still need to work a bit on them.

#dishonored oc #dagyne_rambles #gosh this post is so long and it'll only get worst

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TOWB chapters 49-52

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Chapter 49

She’d banked everything on tonight, on making Ongrum see reason and swaying her to their side.

Your entire plan hinges on convincing a manipulative narcissist to do what you want them to do?

They’re all going to die.

“The Kerth they injected—we found her before the winalin managed to kill her. And she’s still alive.”

She might be alive, but what condition is she in?

The narration hasn’t mentioned that the witch is still alive. Ranka literally doesn’t give a shit if it’s not about her.

Together they moved to the center of the room.

Chapter 49 summary: At the party that night, Ranka still can’t find Ongrum. Galen is dancing with some other witches, and from across the room, he tells her that she’s standing out by not dancing. So she turns to the nearest witch and asks to dance.

The witch is a leader from another tribe, known for their brutality at sea; kind of like vikings, if you will. The witch wants to hear Ranka’s pitch, so Ranka begins to talk.

One of the two witches that Ranka and Aramis saw being tested on by the Hand council, the one who didn’t survive, was from this tribe. Ranka asks the woman about her, and then presses her about how many others have died from this mysterious sickness. She tells them that they’re super close to finding a cure; the second witch hasn’t died yet. She’s still comatose, but she’s alive. The tribe will not help themselves if they suddenly run off into the night. The tribal leader tells Ranka that she’d suspected that this was the reason why Ranka suddenly showed up to accept her role as the Bloodwin. That it’s the only reason why they’d come.

The song ends and the two of them break apart. Aramis shows up, and asks Ranka to dance.

Chapter 50

“Do you think we’re stupid?” Tafa snapped. “I just saw you dancing, Ranka —what are you doing, making moon eyes over Aramis Sunra? Following her and her brother around like some loyal puppy? We sent you here to do a job.”

These people never gave a shit about Ranka. They probably held a big party the same night Ranka left. The fact that Ranka continues to refuse to see this is infuriating.

Behind Ranka came the soft click of the ballroom doors being locked. And then the screaming began.

Chapter 50 summary: Ranka dances with Aramis. The other girl tells Ranka to not talk about anything, and to simply live in the moment. They dance to the edge of the ballroom, where they kiss each other. Aramis says that she’s going to go check on the patient, but Ranka should stay there and keep an eye on Galen.

Ranka then goes to find her old girlfriend, Tafa, who was a witch with the tribe where Ranka used to live. Tafa is basically like “You were sent here to kill Galen, and he’s still alive. So we’ve decided to take matters into our own hands.” And then Ranka realises that this indoor party is a goddamned death trap, with her old coven members literally lying in wait to start murdering their human oppressors.

Chapter 51

All she could think of was Aramis. Aramis, who would sooner die than let the Skra destroy her work. Aramis, alone.

Chapter 51 summary: So yeah. Murder is currently happening. Ranka finds Galen amongst the carnage and manages to get him out of the room.

But one important fact right now: Ranka’s magic is all locked away because of her little vision quest to her trauma. And if she does use it, she’ll fucking die. So not only is Ranka useless, but she’s also relying on a man to save her.

They’re cornered by Ranka’s old coven-mates, who refuse to listen to reason. Percy shows up and starts blasting everybody with his own fire magic, which has been hinted at but never spoken about directly. The only thing Ranka can think about is how Aramis went down to the lab, and is alone.

Chapter 52

Ranka raised her hand. And Ongrum stepped through the door.

Chapter 52 summary: Ranka rushes to Aramis in the lab. Aramis is upset because the patient died while she was away at the party. Despite the fact that it seemed like her condition was improving, she still died.

Ranka tells her that they have to go, that she’ll explain later. It’s only then that Aramis realises that Ranka is covered in blood. She starts to shove her notes into a bag, while Ranka promises her that they’ll keep working on it somewhere else.

It’s then that some members of Ranka’s old coven come in then. Ranka tries to make them see reason, and then she finally understands what’s going on: she thinks that after she’d left, the other witches staged a coup against Ongrum because she wasn’t getting shit done fast enough. That these witches are now so blinded by their rage and whatever lies the Hand fed them that they’re literally going to destroy the only known cure for the thing that will literally kill all of them in less than five minutes.

But then Ongrum shows up. Because there’s still way too much story left.

#The Ones We Burn #chapter 49 #Chapter 50 #Chapter 51 #Chapter 52 #shitty leaders doing shitty things #Ranka (TOWB)#self-absorbed #Galen (TOWB)#Aramis (TOWB)

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incorrect-dishonored-quotes · 3 years

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Do you have a favorite level within each game or even one out of all games / is there a specific level that stuck in your mind since you first played it?

Mine would be the second to last I think in DH1. The one, where you walk over a bridge and it's all orange light on one side and deep shadows on the other. In daud's dlcs it would be the boyle mansion, because I love the flooded building. I've loved the edge of the world in DH2 because Karnaca's atmosphere is such a breath of fresh air and the trail of whale blood through the bright and sunny district reveals very much about the game's world. For DOTO it would either be the bank job or the royal conservatory. It may sound pretty weird but the atmosphere within the bank job gives me vacation vibes lol. Also the moment you take the twin bladed knife feels amazing every time. I also really like the hidden features in the royal conservatory.

Thank you for running this blog, it really means a lot to me. Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

Honestly all the levels in the DH series has a lot of personality in them, and so much visual storytelling. Each one has a different feeling to it while all matching up to eachother perfectly. Never do I feel like one doesn't belong with the others, they all feel part of the same world, and they feel so lived in too.

Everyone has their favorites, and you picked some good ones. I think youre refering to Kaldwin's Bridge which is a very well done level and is certainly pretty to look at, but its rather big with a lot of loading points, and it's a bit choppy and tedious for me. I do like the area around Sokolov's house though. The test subjects imprisoned in the streets and the crumbling buildings around his perfect apartment is great environmental storytelling. Personally my favorite in Dh1 is The Flooded District. The reflection it paints for Corvo, that after everything, things can still get worse and there's still a light at the end and he can't give up. That even after hating Hiram Burrows and wishing death on him, Daud hides there, in the mass grave Burrows made, protected by the rats, flood waters, rivercrusts, and weepers. It's just *chef's kiss*.

I think the one in Daud's dlc's is actually Brigmore Manor, which is one hell of a level. We learn that Daud and Delilah have a lot in common just by the way they work. They both have large followings they share their power with, hidden under everyone's nose. Dispite this, the difference in atmosphere tells the player that Daud is trespassing here. He's met someone who can match him, maybe even best him, and he has to be careful not to lose what little he has left. Brigmore is probably my fave too, but The Surge comes very close. Being in Daud's base, cutting up Overseers, and freeing his Whaler kids is very satisfying.

Edge of the World is a great intro to Karnaca. You get a feel for the atmosphere, learn about smaller power struggles (Howlers vs Overseers), and get a feel for just how bad things are there. I love taking my time in this level, finding the runes and talking to Mindy Blanchard just because it is a very pretty level that's fun to explore. I also like how it ironically leads you to Addemire, which is dark and claustrophobic. My fave in DH2 though is Crack in the Slab. Going between timelines wasn't something I'd done in a videogame before, and it made learning about Aramis Stilton and the rest of Delilah's allies extremely interesting. I love the little details you can mess with in the past to convenience you in the present too. There's a lot to go though twice over in that level, and I always find something new each playthrough. Also, in the ambience music in the present, you can hear a rhythmic banging, and I theorize you can hear the miners being overworked from Aramis' home.

And then there's DOTO... DOTO, my beloved. This game really brought Billie Lurk's character to life and I enjoy every second of it. My fave here would be Follow the Ink, for reasons similar as to why I like Edge of the World. It's nice to explore and there's so much to do story-wise, and even more to just find or interact with. I do wish the story flowed from one point on the map to the other, like how Edge of the World slowly lead you to the black market, wall of light, overseer outpost, then to Addemire Station. I find I'm going back and forth a lot in Follow the Ink, but that's nit-picking. If anything, it gives me time to stumble across things more. I will say though, The Bank Job is probably the strongest level in the game, and the writing is the best there. Billie getting a hold of the knife, pointing a finger in The Outsider's face and telling him she's coiming, no matter what it takes, only for The Outsider to look her in the eyes and tell her that Daud, the closest Billie had ever come to family, is dead?... Heartbreaking. I'm racing back to the ship. I know he's lying, and he has to be, right? But nope, he wasn't. Billie burning her ship called Dreadful Wale, an anagram for Farewell Daud, as his pyre hurts so much. I love the very ending too and how Daud is low chaos option, and to be honest, I shouldn't have been surprised by that. Ironically, mercy and forgiveness were themes in the background of Daud's dlcs.

Some honorable mentions would be:

-Bottle Street/Holger Square: Learning about Overssers, Slackjaw, Granny Rags and you get to see my man Geoff Curnow! Please switch the poison btw.

-Lady Boyle's Last Party: You fuck around with guards and rich ppl bc they think you're one of them and that's quite the critique on the upperclass huh. Don't forget to sign the guestbook as The Empress' alleged assassin!

Return to The Tower: Hiram Burrows is finally his own undoing, and his worst nightmares have come true! What a satisfying downfall. How poetic. Bitch deserved everything he got.

-Light at the End: In high chaos, Martin shoots Pendleton after calling him inbred and that's hilarious to me. Also in low chaos. Emily will scold Havelock and tell him to "sit in the corner and think about what [he's] done!" In honesty, it's a good climax.

-Eminent Domain: Timpsh's downfall in low chaos is one of the most poetic and well written eliminations in the games. Seeing him faint in front of a General of the City Watch always makes me laugh.

-Coldridge Prison: Revisiting the place as Daud and seeing how it's changed since Corvo's escape was very interesting. There's a lot of details to interact with like other prisoners, executions, and doomed escape attempts.

-Addemire Institute: The Crown Killer was an interesting antagonist, and there's a lot of notes and clues to what Addemire was like before The Duke ruined it. The entire situation is very tragic, but not all is lost!

-The Dust District: It's just really fun to explore Karnaca ok? Also Corvo's old house is there.

-Hole in the World: I love how it hints that there's a low chaos option, but you don't realize it until you talk with Daud’s spirit and all the hints come together. I like wandering around the place too since we don't get to see The Void this much anywhere else.

Sorry this was so long, but I really love how well thought out these game are, and I really rambled! Happy pride to you too!

#mod tad #doto spoilers

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fanfic-she-wrote · 3 years

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Of Swords and Roses: Part 1

Jacqueline had always dreamt of becoming a musketeer. So when she finally went to Paris, she changed her identity and became known as Jack. Everything was going fine, until she met Rochefort...

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It rained heavily outside in the streets of Paris as a young man of 27, made his way home. Except this was no ordinary man, actually it was a woman in the disguise of a man. Her name was Jacqueline Dupre, but most knew her simply as Jack. She had silky raven hair that hung ever so delicately about her shoulders and sapphire eyes that would shame even the brightest of gems. She would have surely made the perfect bride if not for the fact that she was a musketeer.

Unlike most woman her age she didn't want marriage or children, she wanted adventure. Long had she dreamt of learning the ways of the blade and when she was old enough she left home to do just that. But fate had something else in store for her. Something unexpected...romance.

Jack unlocked the door to her apartment. If you could call it that. It was more of an attic that she was renting till she could save enough money for some place better. As she stepped inside she pulled off her rain soaked cloak and muddied boots, tossing them by the fireplace to dry.

She was just about to sit down and rest when she heard a sudden commotion outside. Jack sighed and tried to ignore it not wanting to go back out in the rain, but then she heard the sound of steal clashing together. Some one was having a sword fight. "Who on Earth would be fighting in this weather?" She mumbled to herself as she got up and went over to the window. Down on the street below she spotted two figures. One of which she recognized to be D'Artagnan, a fellow musketeer. She rolled her eyes.

That D'Artagnan was always getting into some kind of trouble. He had a good heart, but could be quite brash at times. If it hadn't been for his friends, Aramis, Athos, and Porthos, he might have been killed long ago. This looked to be one of those times. He was taking quite a beating from the other man, and his friends were nowhere to be found. She let out a groan and grabbed her boots, shoving them back on her feet as she went.

Once outside she found D'Artagnan disarmed on the ground with the other man's sword pointed directly at his throat. "I wouldnt do that if I were you." Jack threatened, pulling out her sword and holding it before her, ready to attack. The man looked up at her. She noticed he wore an eye patch over his left eye and had a mustache. Other than that she couldn't make out much else through the pouring rain, obscuring her vision. D'Artagnan glanced over at her and smiled.

"Jack!" He exclaimed sounding relieved.

"You sir, are attacking a member of the royal guard. Now stand down." Jack warned him. The man with the eye patch stood up straight and smirked.

"I don't think so." He spoke as he turned and faced her, aiming his sword in her direction. Without taking her eyes off him, she helped D'Artagnan to his feet. He went to pick up his sword, but found it was broken.

"Go, I'll deal with him."

"No, I can help!" He refused. How he did not know now that he was disarmed, but he was willing to try anyway.

"You better do as he says, D'Artagnan. You might not be so lucky next time." The man said in a low menacing voice. The young man looked over at Jack, unsure what to do.

"Go, now!" She ordered giving him a slight push.

"Be careful!" He called out as he took off in the other direction leaving her alone to fight, but she were not afraid.

The rain finally stopped, she noticed as they tapped their blades together and stared into each other's eyes waiting to see who was going to strike first. "Afraid Jack?" He sniggered. She scoffed.

"You wish." She retorted confidently. Suddenly, he thrust at her becoming impatient, but she successfully parried it. "Ha!" She exclaimed, jumping out of the way as he lunged at her once more. He huffed in annoyance at how quick she was.

As she went to deflect another one of his attacks he twisted his blade around her's and pulled her close, their faces mere inches apart. Now she was able to get a better look at him. He was rather handsome, she thought. He had long brown hair that stopped just below his shoulders and his eyes were dark and intense, at least the one that wasn't hidden behind the eye patch. He was also a bit taller than her by quite a few inches. She suddenly found herself feeling grateful for the extra height that her boots provided. She faltered for a moment as she felt her face suddenly became hot, a noticable blush appearing across her features. He stared at her for a moment confused by the expression on her face before pushing her away.

He leapt forward once more and swung at her, their swords clanging loudly together in the dead of night. But she was distracted and failed to deflect his next move as he knocked it out of her hand, sending it flying across the road. She stared down the length of his blade as he pointed it at her neck. Why did he have to be so attractive? If he hadn't been she might have won. Never had this happened, not to her at least. She deserved to die. She thought, annoyed with herself. She closed her eyes and waited for the end to come, but it never did. When she opened them again she saw him sheathing his sword.

"What are you doing?" She asked, although she didn't know why. She should have been grateful that he had chosen not to kill her.

"I'm letting you go on the account that you tell your friend to watch his step. You never know who may be lurking behind street corners." With that, he tipped his hat and walked away leaving her standing there stunned, watching him as he disappeared into the night.

"Jack!" She heard D'Artagnan call out as he and his friends approached, their swords drawn ready to fight. "Where is he?" He asked looking around.

"He got away." She told him, picking up her sword.

"Who was he?" She asked, curiously.

"That was the Comte de Rochefort, an agent of the Cardinal Richelieu." Athos answered. "And not one to be trifle with." He warned her. Not that she needed it. She was not the one that had picked a fight with him in the first place.

"Thank you, my friend, for saving me. I owe you." The blonde musketeer thanked her placing a hand on her shoulder. She quirked a brow. Friend? She didn't exactly consider him a friend, but appreciated the sentiment all the same.

"You owe me nothing. Just be more careful next time." Jack said, hoping he would heed her advice. With a slight bow she bid them good night as she turned and went back to her apartment.

The next morning as she got ready to start the day, she thought of Rochefort. She found herself wanting to see him again, even just to get a glimpse at him. She ran her slender fingers through her hair and sighed. She had never felt like this about anyone before and didn't know what to do about it. Not like it mattered anyway. He knew her as Jack, the musketeer. There was no way he would return her affections.

Once she finished getting ready she made her way into town where it was loud and bustling with people as usual. As she stopped by one of the stands to grab something for breakfast she heard a familiar voice. Her heart skipped a beat. There he was, mere feet away. She stood there with her mouth agape for a moment, unsure what to do. Should she try to talk to him?

"Do you want the apple or not?" The man asked impatiently holding out his hand waiting for payment.

"Oh! Uh...yes." She stammered, handing him a couple coins.

"Stay calm." She mumbled to herself as Rochefort walked towards her. "Maybe he won't notice you." In the bright daylight he looked even more handsome. She could feel her face becoming hot again. Why did she have to think that?

Just as he approached her she looked away, pretending to be looking at some freshly baked bread.

"Good morning, Jack." He said. Merde. Slowly, she turned around and smiled goofily at him.

"Morning!" She returned her voice sounding a little higher pitched then she had intended. He smiled back and bowed his head, continuing on his way.

She let out a sigh, placing her hand on her chest trying to calm herself. Suddenly, she wished she hadn't seen him at all because now she wanted to see him even more and not as Jack, but as herself.

#hope you guys like it!#idk how many parts this is going to be #rochefort #christopher lee #the three musketeers 1973 #fanfic

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A collection of one-shot stories focused around the people of Teyvat trying to understand their new friend. Each chapter will be different, so check titles, summaries, and notes for each. I don't know how long this will be, but I've had a few ideas floating in my head for a while to write for Genshin, so for convenience sake I figured I would compile them all into one piece in the archive. Most of these stories will be focused on the relationships between the Traveler and one or two other characters, sometimes playing around with how game mechanics could fit into the world of Teyvat realistically. I hope you enjoy!

Story 1 Summary: Jean confronts the Traveler about some complaints they've been getting from the people of Mondstadt.

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“Honorary Knight,” Jean called out, “Do you have time to spare? I wanted to… talk to you about something?”

The Traveler paused and turned towards Jean, nodding silently. Paimon was with them; they had been stopped in the middle of the city’s market plaza, finishing up a supply run between updating commissions and handing in bounties. The Acting Grandmaster looked nervous, for the few months the Traveler had known her, she had always seemed awkward and insecure when it came to social interactions, but perhaps that was just with them. The Traveler wasn’t the most talkative, and Paimon reminded them constantly that their blank stare always messed up their first impressions (“Seriously, what would you do without Paimon?!”).

Jean walked up to them, one hand pressed against her chest as her boots clicked along the cobblestone. “Good. I’m sorry for this, but could you come to the Knights’ Headquarters with me? I think it’s best we speak about this alone.”

“Someone has filed a complaint against the Traveler?!” Paimon squeaked. They were seated in Jean’s office, and somehow her floating body jumped another foot in the air when she became angry, “Who would do such a thing? Geez, you would think the people of Mondstadt would be thankful after everything we’ve done for them!”

“Everything I’ve done, Paimon,” The Traveler quipped, their lips curving into the slightest smile that those who didn’t know them would blink and miss it, “You just tag along and eat my food.”

“That’s not true and you know it! Paimon has helped you out so much-”

“Ahem,” Jean cleared her throat, “I’m sorry, but I’d like to continue, if that’s alright. I wasn’t sure how to approach this with you, I was worried that you would be upset…”

The Traveler leaned forward, pressing their palms against their thighs as they did, the picture of calm as they spoke, “I’m not upset.”

“Well, Paimon is! How dare they?!”

They now understand why Jean had been so hesitant when she called out to them before. Even now, although she had a bit more confidence seated behind her desk, she averted her eyes and seemed to study the stack of books piled up on the corner of the wood, “I still am not well versed in the customs of this world. If I offended someone, I would like to know why in order to correct it.”

That seemed to get Jean to smile. Albeit, it was still a nervous one, but a smile nonetheless. “Well, I’m glad to hear you’re not upset, but perhaps I phrased it wrong. It wasn’t necessarily a complaint but… several concerns were raised to me by Mondstadt citizens.”

“Several people complained?!”

“Paimon, calm down. Jean,” The Traveler nodded for her to continue, “What was it about?”

She scratched her cheek and laughed airly, “Well… I received word that you were caught scaling rooftops and collecting… mushrooms?”

“Honorary Knight, please wait!”

Jean shouted, her hand outstretched towards the tails of the Traveler’s scarf as they darted down the steps of the Knights’. They bolted out of the office suddenly, the only clue that her and Paimon had to go on was the way the Traveler’s eyes widened before they leapt out of their seat. Paimon was hurriedly flying behind them, the constellation-like fairy dust she shed buffeted Jean as it fell into the wind. Athos and Porthos stumbled as the doors flew open, taking a second before they started to move, asking in confusion if Jean needed help apprehending them.

“No! It’s alright! I’ll- I’ll handle it!” She placated, throwing a wave up as she continued to run after.

The Traveler circled the stone wall as they climbed the steps towards the Archon Statue, Paimon and Jean’s voices tuned out to their ears as they hurried ahead. They had been so busy with commissions they had forgotten… They had spent days collecting everything but they had gotten distracted… They needed to hurry-

“Paimon! Do you have any idea why they’re running away?” Jean said as she caught up to the pixie.

“Paimon doesn’t know! It might be about the mushrooms though!”

“Do you know why they were collecting them?”

“Not a clue! Paimon followed them when they were doing it a few times, but they never answered Paimon’s questions about why either!”

“That’s… strange,” Jean’s eyes narrowed as she watched the Traveler push through the crowds of the upper plaza, running straight towards the cathedral doors. Jean hadn’t expected things to end up like this at all. She had nothing but trust in the Honorary Knight, and while most of the questions raised to her about their activities had been just confusion, there were a few citizens- those who Jean normally categorized as easily paranoid or held biases towards outsiders and outlanders- who had voiced their concerns with suggestions of more dubious things. Jean had dismissed them, but as she watched the Cathedral doors fly open, thought of the way the Traveler had just fled when questioned, thoughts of her sister being just inside those doors, she pressed her lips into a thin line and steadied herself before she threw out her hand with an order-

“Aramis! Otto!” Both patrolling knights snapped to attention, “Catch the Honorary Knight!”

The heavy doors to the Cathedral were slammed open with a gust of Anemo power, and all eyes turned to the entrance. Hymns and the organ playing stopped, a melody of silence that made way for the Traveler’s footfalls as they pounded across the mosaic tile, racing up towards the Deaconess standing on the stairs to the mezzanine. Barbara’s hands jumped to the banister, ready to help in case of an emergency, but then she saw Aramis and Otto rushing in with weapons drawn, shouting for the Traveler to stop, and her sister right behind with her hand on the hilt of her own sword-

“H-honorary Knight!” Barbara regretted how her voice broke as she called out. As the Traveler got closer, she moved away from the base of the stairs, stopping at the top in front of the organ pipes with one of the columns acting as a defense should she need to jump behind it, “What’s the matter?”

The Traveler slowed to a stop in front of the door to the Basement. Barbara’s hands jumped to the catalyst book on her hip. They had returned the Holy Lyre der Himmel before and apologized for taking it, but was there a chance they would steal it again? Or something else? Why else were her sister and the Knights rushing in so desperately?

“Barbara,” The Traveler gasped as they looked up at the Deaconess. Their shoulders rose and fell as they breathed for just a moment before they froze when two swords crossed in front of them, stalling them back when they took a step towards the stairs.

“Stand down, Honorary Knight,” Aramis said, his voice stern, but the conflict evident as he said their title. What else was he supposed to call them in a moment like this? He looked to Otto who was just as lost. Paimon’s body did a somersault as she came to a sudden stop, her hands flailing when she saw the swords. Now only Jean’s heels could be heard clattering upon the floor as she ran to catch up with everyone, not having the time to throw reassurances at the startled church-goers standing in their pews.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Paimon put her hands on her hips, “We may have been a bit shady, but that’s no reason to draw swords on us!”

“No one is drawing a sword on you, Paimon,” Jean said, keeping her hand on her sheath as she rounded around the group, standing in front of the basement door and between Barbara and the Traveler, “It was just a precaution.”

“Sister, what’s going on?”

“Honorary Knight,” she raised her chin and looked down at them slightly, her eyes narrowed into an expression more befitting of the Acting Grandmaster, “I’m sorry, but you gave us quite a scare fleeing like that. I hope you know I don’t suspect you of any ill will, but you acted strangely and I was… concerned. Please, can we finish our questioning?”

The Traveler did not smile or frown, something that unnerved Jean even as she tried to keep her tone even and polite. Her facade slipped as they began to move, their expression neutral and their eyes hidden as they shut for a moment as they reached for their bag. Jean quickly drew her sword, Aramis and Otto flinched, theirs scraping against the other’s as they followed the Traveler’s movements. They did not appear to be drawing a sword, but…

From the satchel the Traveler withdrew several Philanemo Mushrooms- the items in question. Jean’s face fell in confusion when she saw them tied into bunches, and she became even more confused when the Traveler withdrew other items from the bag- and raised them up towards Barbara. There was a scroll, a set of vials filled with some swirling liquid- it almost looked like living water- and a small, sheer bag full of blue crystal shards.

“Are those… for me?” Barbara asked, stepping out from behind the column and towards the edge of the mezzanine. The Traveler nodded.

“What… what are they?” Jean faltered, slowly lowering her weapon, “Why did you answer my question before?”

“Hold on, Sister,” Jean could not see over her shoulder, but she heard Barbara’s heels moving back, then clicking together as her feet skipped past one another and moved to echo along the stairs, “Let me get a closer look.”

“Barbara, wait! It could be dangerous, the Honorary Knight fled when I asked and-”

Jean was forced into sheathing her sword when Barbara cut in front of her, and Aramis and Otto pulled their swords away as well when the Deaconess stepped closer. The Traveler lowered their arms as Barbara came down, handing the items off when the young woman whispered, “Let me see, please?”

She looked over the scroll before handing it back, and then poured out the gems in her hand and counted them alongside examining the vials. After a moment, her eyes lit up.

“Just as I thought! These are for an Ascension Ritual, aren’t they?”

The Traveler nodded.

“An Ascension Ritual? Then why didn’t you say so?” Jean sighed, motioning for Aramis and Otto to sheath their weapons finally. Jean pressed her face into one of her hands and shook her head, “You scared me for a minute when you ran out like that…”

“False alarm everyone!” Barbara sing-songed to the rest of the Cathedral, “Please return to your worship! We’ll get that hymn started up again in a few minutes.”

There was a murmur amongst the visitors who seemed unconvinced but relieved that it was nothing serious. Barbara’s eyes went to one of the children, Lily, who was sitting with her father near the back. She would have to make sure the girl wasn’t too frightened by what happened later, maybe she would sing a special song to help cheer the girl up if needed.

“Geez! Why didn’t you tell Paimon they were for an Ascension Ritual either?! This whole mess could have been avoided if you just talked more!”

“Honorary Knight, why did you run away when I asked you before? You made me worried that you might have been up to something nefarious.”

“Sister, how could the Honorary Knight ever do anything nefarious! They’re the Honorary Knight of Mondstadt for a reason,” Barbara said, the crystals clinking together in her hand, reminding her that she still had them, “Oh! I’m sorry, let me give these back to you-”

“No,” The Traveler pushed Barbara’s hand back towards her, handing off the rest of the materials to her as well, “For you.”

“W-what?”

“I… collected them for you. They’re what you need for your ascension ritual, right? Four vials of cleansing heart, sealed scrolls, Varunda Lazurite fragments and…”

“And Philanemo Mushrooms,” Jean finished.

“I was supposed to give them to you a few days ago, but forgot. When Jean asked me about them before… I suddenly remembered. That’s why I ran here as soon as possible.”

“Couldn’t you have waited until after you explained it all to Grandmaster Jean and avoided this whole mess?” Paimon complained. The Traveler shook their head.

“I didn’t want to forget again. And… I wanted Barbara to join us again as soon as possible.”

“Wait a moment! Honorary Knight, did you get all these things for me because you wanted me to get stronger?” Her hand fell to her side, “I’m sorry if last time I joined you, I was too weak…”

Seeing Barbara’s forlorn expression, the Traveler shook their head.

“You… got hurt last time you were with me. I felt bad so… It’s not that I want you to get stronger, but that I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Oh?” The Deaconess lifted her head and smiled a bit at that.

The Traveler continued, forcing the rest of the words out, “I know you are busy with your duties here, but I like having you travel with me. I might be going to Liyue soon, and was hoping that maybe you could accompany me for part of the journey there…?”

Barbara reached out, and placed a hand on their shoulder, the corners of her eyes smiling as well this time, “Of course, I would love to. Let me just put these in my office for now,” she said, lifting her hand full of the materials, “I will have to do the Ascension Ritual later tonight after worship hours are over. If you would like to join me for it, you are more than welcome to. When are you setting out for Liyue?”

“By next week.”

“Alright then. Thank you for this, Honorary Knight,” Barbara said, pulling them into a hug, “I’ll get everything in order so I can travel with you again.”

The Traveler reached up and fisted their hand in the fabric of Barbara’s dress, along the small of her back, returning the hug.

“Maybe you can help them work on their communication skills when you travel with them this time,” Paimon crossed her arms and sighed, meeting the eyes of Jean, who could only huff out a sigh of relief while her mind began to process of checking off the list of worries that would soon form when her sister got ready to set out on the road.

#genshin impact #barbara gunnhildr #jean gunnhildr #traveler #lumine #aether #paimon #my writing #writing

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A Jedi for a Clone Pt. 3 // Captain Rex x Reader

Pairing: Rex x Reader

Summary: You warm up to Rex and the rest of the clones.

(And big thank you to @mangoberry43 for that amazing idea where reader is trying to not be scary so the clones like her lmao I will definitely work more onto that!)

Part 1 Part 2

taglist: @starflyer-104 @mangoberry43 @kaminobiwan @persaloodles @painkiller80 @passionofthesith

Rex hadn’t seen the projectile flying his way until the very end. His breath hitched and he froze. For a second everything seemed quiet on the battlefield, while his eyes were locked on the object a mere 10 meters above him. The battlecries of his brothers which had been sounding from every corner around him were suddenly gone. And in what he thought was gonna be his last moment he lowered his two blasters and closed his eyes.

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You were tempted to let it happen. To watch it from distance. To see him fear his last moments. For some reason you couldn’t. Instead you had ran over the broad heads of Seperatist B2 droids before using your force abilities to jump inhumanely high into the air. With one swift motion both of your lightsabers cut in diagonally through the projectile, sending it’s 4 severed parts into different directions.

Softly landing on your feet again you turned to look over your shoulder to see Rex remove the arms he had put over his helmet to cover himself and his posture relax. “Thank you General.”, he sighed, nodding towards you, before tightening the grip around his blasters.

You stared at him for a few seconds, not saying a single word before you jumped forward, deflecting the shots that the advancing droidekas were firing at you.

“Another victory for the Five OH FIRST!” Many of the men cheered to Jesse’s words, throwing their helmets in the air and patting each other on their backs. You glanced towards them through the opened entrance of the tent you and your fellow Jedi were in, scanning their happy, laughing faces and subconsciously looking for that of Rex. Stop it. You shook your head lightly to clear your thoughts and looked back up at Anakin. He was talking to Master Windu, reporting to him about how you and his men had defeated the separatist forces that were exploiting the planet of its resources, while him and a selected few clones had freed the enslaved inhabitants of Arami.

The High General nodded and thanked Skywalker on the report before turning to you. “(L/N), Skywalker, rest tonight. Tomorrow you will stay with the Arami people and await the arrival of Senator Organa. He will negotiate a potential alliance with their leaders and arrange Arami’s accession into the Galactic Republic. We suspect Separatist forces might intervene, so it is of utmost importance that the leaders stay out of harm.” You and Anakin nodded simultaneously. “May the force be with you.”, you told him and Master Windu nodded in response. “May the force be with all of you.”

You pressed your finger on the holoprojector and the blue, static image of the Jedi disappeared. For a second you both stood there without saying a word. You decided you would take the first steps and leave. “You’re an amazing fighter, (Y/N).” Skywalker’s voice was gentle. As if he was trying to see if what your reaction to his words would be. And how he should proceed.

“Of course I am I was taught by a great-...By a respectable Jedi. As were you. It was almost a pleasure working with you, General Skywalker.” The young Jedi seemingly relaxed. “Well our work is not yet over. We’ll see what the morning brings. It was a hard fight and I think we all deserve a relaxing ni-” You hadn’t bothered staying for his speech and already left the tent.

Outside of it you saw many of the clones setting up campfires like the night prior. Looking above you to the sky, you gazed towards the millions of stars that decorated the dark blue abyss that formed the rest of the galaxy.

The fight had been long and exhausting and had stretched into the late evening. You locked your lightsabers onto your belt and looked around for water. Not before long your eyes landed on a crate of boxes that were put up close to the refugee camp of the surviving Arami.

With a few quick steps you made your way over to the boxes and looked through them. The force really was with you because as you suspected there were flasks of water in one box and stashes of ration bars in the others. You pulled one of the flasks out and sat down cross legged next to the boxes, drinking its contents.

While doing so you observed the camp that the clones had set up for the Arami. Most of them were sitting closely together around another campfire, holding each other. A few were tending to their and others wounds, using the medical supplies you had brought with you in the name of the Republic.

And a few of them, mostly kids, were playing with soldiers, clones. They used the helmet of one of them and played catch, others were sitting at the knees of a clone, listening intently to a supposedly very interesting story he was telling. You grabbed a ration bar and ripped the wrapper off with your teeth before biting into it and observing the clones and the Arami laugh together.

Sitting next to some boxes felt weirdly lonely all of a sudden.

On your other side you heard more laughter. Turning over you observed more clones and – Rex finally. He was laughing with his brothers, leaning onto one of the wooden logs they used as seats, his legs sprawled into both directions. All of them had removed the chest plate and arm pieces of their armor, as well as their helmets and some had even taken off their leg protection to be more relaxed, thus sitting in nothing but their black full bodysuits.

You figured it must’ve become heavy after some time and had to admit you wouldn’t want to be stuck in it for more than 24 hours either. Nonetheless this battalion was special. It most definitely had to do with their reckless young General but they themselves seemed so unique to you.

You chewed on the yellow roll of food in your hand and pulled your legs to your chest.

Trying won’t hurt anyone...Maybe I should hide the lightsabers? No don’t be ridiculous (Y/N).

You held the ration bar between your teeth and grabbed a few more that you stuffed inside your pockets before you stood up to dust off your pants and robes from the dirt you had been sitting on. Pulling out the ration bar from between your teeth you made your way over to one of the campfires that was occupied by Rex, goatee, whos name you learned was Fives and a bald one with the symbol of the republic tattooed over half of his face. CT-5597...Jymes? Joost? Jesse! It was Jesse.

“And so I told her you know what? When this is over and the seppies have been kicked to the Galaxy’s A-” You knew exactly by the way the troopers voice cut off that he had seen you approaching him and his group. Fives swatted him with his foot. “Come on continue, Burn! I mean I know the story is freshly made up banthafodder but I’m a little invested!” He laughed giddily until his eyes followed those of fellow trooper, Burn, and he fell into silence.

“General!”, he tried his most to sit up in a more appropriate position and smooth out the folds in his bodysuit. The others followed suit, including Rex who sat up a little more straight from his position on the ground.

“At ease, soldiers.” You swung one leg after another over the log that Rex was leaning against and sat down on the wooden seat. They all visibly relaxed but sent shy glances towards your figure.

“By all means continue your conversation. Hungry?” You threw out the ration bars you had snatched up earlier and smirked as their eyes followed the food. “Are we allowed to take those?”, one of them asked.

“What’s your name, soldier?” He immediately fell back into his stiff position. “CT-9225, sir!” You rolled your eyes. “Your name.” You noticed Rex look up to you in curiosity, before looking back at the tasty ration bars spread in front of him.

“My brothers call me Sly, sir.”, he finally answered, noticeably a little more relaxed. “Am I not your General, Sly?” Maybe you were playing with him. He stiffened again. And maybe you were enjoying it a little.

“Yes sir.” “Then I hereby allow you to eat those sticks of...I don’t know what they’re made of actually.” Maybe you came off more official than you had intended to, because they only hesitantly reached out to grab one each.

Nevertheless the conversation didn’t pick up again. And you were inexperienced in this. Sure you could lift huge rocks and spaceships with the power of your mind, you could manipulate someone's thoughts with a flick of your wrist, you could slice through anything with the deadly ancient weapons to your sides but how in the makers name were you supposed to make people who were afraid of you like you? You’d think the Jedi would’ve taught you these things, being negotiators and the so-called keepers of peace after all.

You decided to try. “We will stay here for tomorrow as well. Possibly a few more days.” Sure, boring status updates would do. Or… “That sure makes me miss those zygerrian pirates I encountered a few days ago. I mean I would call them over for some fun but they might not have tongues to speak with anymore.”

Nobody said anything. In fact, your surroundings were so quiet you swore you could hear Jesse next to you gulp. “Because I cut them off? With my lightsabers.” Rex had halted in his motion and lowered the ration bar from his lips. “That was a joke. I’m funny too.” You huffed at the everlasting silence. Maybe joining wasn’t such a good idea after all. The boxes and crates hadn’t been that bad.

You were about to stand up when you saw the Captain sitting at your feet tremble. Shortly after you heard a soft giggle and soon enough it turned into a full, boisterous laugh. You watched in confusion as the others hesitantly joined in and relaxed their bodies again.

“General with all due respect, you’re terrible at telling jokes.” He giggled once more and opened up the wrapper of his ration bar. You did not believe yourself when the thought crossed your head, but you liked the sound of his laugh.

“Honestly I thought it was kinda funny.” Fives spoke up. “Apart from the whole...I’m kinda scared that it’s an underlying threat and she wants to cut our tongues off kinda thoughts I had at first.” You tilted your head into his direction and the corners of your lips raised slightly.

“Who said it wasn’t a threat?”

Silence.

“That was a joke. Right?” You rolled your eyes, again. “Yes, trooper. That was a joke.”

You looked up from the rolled up ration bar in your hand to the fire in front of you. How you wished that it was creamy white marshmallows instead of the bland protein snack. Had the Clones ever tried marshmallows? You doubted that the Kaminoans gave any to them even if they did have them.

What was childhood like for them? Could it even be consiered childhood, due to their accelerated aging? And what else had they missed out on that you took for granted? And what in the force’s name was this feeling you had not felt for a long time? It couldn’t be guilt. Jedi knight and war General (Y/N) (L/N) didn’t feel guilt. Neither for the droid armies, nor for the clones. Master Krell had taught you to not give in to your feelings and form any sorts of attachment. It was not the Jedi way but maybe both you and your Master had failed to follow this ancient rule.

“Okay that’s it I think I’m calling it a night.” Sly was the first to stand up and stretch his arms far above his head. You saw him from the corner of his eye but you were still looking towards the flames. Burn joined him as they walked away. “I think I’ll just sleep here, the weather is so nice.” Five’s sprawled out on the ground before he rested his head on his two crossed arms. “What do you say Rex, you joining? The ground is surprisingly softer than the cheap cots they provide us with.”

At the mention of his name you looked up. “No. I have to go to General Skywalker and discuss tomorrows plans with him. Besides I like the cots.” Rex smiled at his brother while tapping on the ground around him, seemingly looking for something. “Kriff, where is my crutch…” Your head whipped around to face him. “Crutch?” He started looking for said crutch around the fire but paused to shoot you a fleeting glance.

“Earlier today. After you force pushed the collapsing tree out of my way before it could hit me, if you recall General, I tried to doge one of the B1 clankers and almost fell down the cliff, I uh...you were busy taking down the commander droids with General Skywalker, you couldn't’ have seen.” Your gaze pierced through him. “It’s no big deal, already got a painkiller.” He rubbed his neck over the spot they had probably injected the painkillers and stopped his search on the ground. “Got a little limp though.”

You stood up and brushed the dust from your pants before walking around the fire and stopping right in front of him, your hands planted on your hips. One of your hands reached out to him and he looked at you perplexed. “What are you waiting for? I’ll help you move. I don’t have all night I wanna get some sleep too after all.” Rex nodded, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. One hand grabbed his helmet off the ground, the other wrapped around yours. With one swift motion you pulled him to his feet and Rex turned his head away. You were strong he knew that but it was still weird.

When you noticed him swaying slightly you glanced down to his feet, noticing he was trying to balance all his weight on one leg, while the other one was bandaged up and dragging behind.

Grabbing his left arm you wrapped it around your shoulders and firmly placed your right hand on his hip. Finally you secured his left hand in your own and started walking carefully towards the lit up tent that Anakin was most likely still in.

Rex was trying his best to walk on his own – not because he was embarrassed that you had to help him, but because he didn’t want to bother you for having to help him in front of the eyes of his brothers.

“Thank you, General.”, he murmured, looking at your face before his body relaxed against yours. You looked straight ahead as you practically dragged him across the base. “Call me (Y/N).

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a/n: I am once again asking you kind people that read this thing to forgive me for not making it more romantic arrghh. I WANT TO. But it just didn’t feel right YET! It’s coming, if you’re patient enough to wait for part 4. Speaking of. 4 parts??? How crazy is that. 2 weeks ago I didn’t even think about writing for tumblr but here we are!

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #Clone Wars #The Clone Wars #clone troopers #captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #reader #star wars rex #clone wars rex #fives #anakin skywalker #clone wars x reader #star wars x reader

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tar-oh · 4 years

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Pick A Pile: What’s Coming At you in love

So, a few weeks ago I started a pile that ended up feeling really heavy and just not what you needed to hear. Like, I think a lot of us were going through some stuff (and maybe still are) and at that moment, it wasn’t a love message you guys needed. So, today I did a new one and this one felt so much better and happier? Also, you can tell I’m procrastinating schoolwork. lol So anyway, this is about what’s coming towards you in love. Most of the piles seem to focus on things that are already kind of going on, but some seemed to be about new things. So, I really do have to ask that you please only take what resonates and not try to make anything that doesn’t fit, fit. My biggest fear is that I’m going to give someone some false hope, so if it really does not sound like you or your situation, then don’t take it. But, also, know that it’s a general reading so it may not fit you and it also may be just super vague. That being said, you can choose more than one because maybe there’s one with more of the message for you or there’s more than one person coming towards you? Anyway, just choose the one you feel most called to.

Today, I’m feeling a Musketeers vibe so I’m using a picture of the guys from BBC’s Musketeers for you guys to choose: 1: Aramis, 2: Athos, 3: D’Artagnan, 4: Porthos :

Pile 1: Aramis

Cards: The Empress, 7 of Wands reversed, King of Swords, The Hierophant reversed, 8 of wands reversed, Death I kind of get the sense that this pile is one that's been alone for a bit. I mean, maybe not a really long time, but like some of you were. With the empress I see that you're taking care of yourself, and even though it's 7 of wands and reversed, I get kind of a 9 of pentacles feel from this particular card. In this one she's just smelling the flowers, but content. But with it reserved, I see like this idea of feeling alone? Like, okay the first song that played when I started this pile was Moonlight Lines by Movements, and it's about two people who just kind of want someone to fill their bed with them. Like, this sense of wanting another body with them. Basically, a one night stand, but also someone to sleep next to for a night, right? I'm not necessarily getting a one-night-stand vibe as what's coming towards you (really, not at all), more just that feeling of wanting someone to be with you at night. A body beside yours. And, like this empress energy is you taking care of yourself but also you wanting to care for someone else. And, 7 of wands being reversed can be an exhausted energy. Like a, when am I going to find someone? But, also, I draw that 9 of pentacles feeling from it too because it's not like you're not doing okay. Like, I think you've been fine alone, but now you're just bored. The next song that played was Love Took The Last Of It by Movements, and I kind of think maybe you've been burned and maybe it took you a while to feel better and want to open up again. Or, maybe you just kind of have a habit of getting into situations that aren't for you and they fall through, so like, you're tired of this. I get the Death card with that, like you want to end this cycle. And I see death as being that, an end to a cycle. I always talk about how much I love that card, it's the card of change. Like, yes it means endings, but beginnings too? So, like, you're just ready to move out of this energy of being alone. The hierophant being reversed to me means that whoever it is coming towards you is not really your usual type. Upright, the Heirophant is all about convention and playing by the rules, and reversed it'd be the opposite, though I'm not reading it that way with this reading. Especially not with the King of Swords showing up. No, instead I'm just reading the Hierophant reversed as maybe this is someone who maybe at first when you meet, you're kind of like, "Oh, I don't know. They're not really following the standards I look out for." I don't mean someone not good for you. I mean, like as in maybe you have a list in your mind and this person doesn't really have all of those things on that list. Maybe they check a few, but there's a few things where you're kind of thinking that maybe it won't work. But, with the King of Swords, I see that they're really honest, maybe to a fault. And, the king on this particular card is old, but I don't really think it's that way for everyone, though I feel like for many of you there is an age gap but I don't think it's one like in this card where the girl towards the bottom of the card looks younger and he looks like he could be her grandpa or something. But, I think that him being older here also might point out that one of you is really wise. Like, old-soul wise. So maybe this is someone you look up to? A mentor of some sort, or just someone you look to for advice. I'm not sure. This could be reversed, and maybe your older than them/they look up to you, and maybe it's even that you're not their usual type? With the 8 of wands being reversed, I see that maybe this is just going to take a bit longer than you'd want. Like, maybe you two need more time to get to know each other. Or, even meet I guess since this is more along the lines of what's coming towards you. Anyway, I see it as coming slowly. Maybe it's delayed a little (which, I mean, at least here in the USA, things are still pretty crappy with Covid and doesn’t look to be getting better) So, this might just be a while out. But, again, with the death card, I see it being an end of a cycle. So maybe before you both can meet or end up together/around each other, you need to close out some things. Like, the Death card REALLY sticks out to me today. And it's funny because, it's the Scorpio card, and so that's like around Halloween, right? The Lovely Omen's deck Death card is so pretty. She wears this black and white striped suit, and like, it reminds me SO much of Beetlejuice lol so I'm getting halloween vibes here, so maybe that's significant to you both, like maybe a birthday in Scorpio season, or the surrounding sign seasons through out like Oct-Nov? Or, maybe that movie's plot has something significant to you both? (seeing this also with King of Swords too, like air signs, so Libra season so, again, october?) Or, maybe it's as simple as it being black and white and like again going back to the Heirophant being reversed and this idea that this is someone who may not fit what you're originally looking for or vice-versa, maybe it's like stop looking at everything so black and white. Look at the greys in between, right? I also want to point out that she's also wearing a moon necklace on the card, and this deck has a lot of references to the moon and stars in the other cards, but this necklace always stands out to me because it's reminds me of how with change comes uncertainty. So maybe it's going to feel really uncertain, especially with the idea of looking at the grays in between? Like, its kind of scary, but like, nothing in life is ever really all that certain? So, like, this unknown is staring straight at you, and I think these cards are kind of saying, "You obviously know how to take care of yourself, so you're going to be okay. Just try something new" Like, oof. I don't know where that last sentence came from, but yeah! Exactly how I'm feeling about this! Or. This person does have gray hair. Lol i mean I’m fairly young for gray hair and I get them when I’m super stressed. Like, look at Logan Lerman, he looks GORGEOUS with gray hair (and Im his age so!!! High Five to us for premature gray hairs!) (Okay, I had written earlier that this didn't seem like new energy but I deleted it because I was like idk, but the song Seneca by Movements came on -which i have it on shuffle but for some reason it's only playing this album?- and it's about someone thinking about how they still love an ex who's now engaged and like how bittersweet it is how they enjoy how happy they look but they miss them and like! Idk! for some this is definitely an ex, but for others it just someone you know already probably!!!) So, maybe even if it's not someone new, it's a new situation? Like, maybe this relationship with this person, even if you've never been in an actual one with them, it's like new to you both. New territory. And, the song In my Blood by Movements came on because again, it's not really shuffling the playlist, lol, but this feels like maybe this is someone you just have a connection to. Like, even if you two haven't known each other that long, you just feel that bond. And like going back to that scorpio energy, its intense I think. In that King of Swords card, that lady looks like she's kind of worshiping this king, and I think it's going to feel that way for both of you. Hopefully not like an obsessive thing, but more like a, you both really have the hots for each other and at any given point, you're both playing that lady on that card, hanging onto the other like that. And he looks really serious, so maybe someone here is really serious and more of an all-work-and-no-play kind of person, but like I don't read that as an absolute bummer. I read it more as someone who's like, just really good at getting shit done, even the hard stuff. Also, he's got a great body lmao so I think you're going to end up being super attracted to this person, even if it's not a jaw-dropping eyes meet the first time story, ya know? Like I said earlier, it's kind of a slow burn I think. I don't have any cups here, which I guess might pose a problem, because at first it seems like a lack of emotions? But I have swords and wands so I see a lot of action. But I also feel like you connect on an intellectual level, like I get that with the Hierophant (even if it's reversed) and King of Swords. I also feel like you'll have like an earthy kind of connection. Like, even though I feel there's a lot of passion, I also see that you two can just chill. Bottom of the deck energy for the Lovely Omens Deck was High Priestess. So, I definitely read this as you kind of maybe having a feeling that this is coming towards you. Also, with the hierophant, even with it being reversed, in this deck she's wearing moon earrings, but they're crescent moons. So, it's like the moon is whole with the two halves, and I definitely see that as another hint at knowing? Like, going back to the 7 of wands reversed and how I felt more of the 9 of pentacles with it instead, like you being alone for a while, but like maybe you kind of know something's going to happen. I think the death card also maybe says this to you, because you're aware that something's changing. Like, maybe you don't know exactly what, but it's changing and you feel this shift in the energy. The other deck has 7 of Swords here, and I really hate seeing this in a love reading, but I also kind of get that maybe it's just for those of you who do know each other, maybe at this exact moment you're not being truthful about feelings? Things that might be relevant: Taurus, Libra, Scorpio, October and November. Halloween. 13 or 31. 3, 7, Beetlejuice, I don't know! That black and white suit is so prominent to me today on that card! It always stands out but I never really thought about beetlejuice before, so lemme know if that resonates! Pile 2: Athos

Cards: Ace of Wands, 4 of Wands, Knight of Cups, The Hierophant, Judgement reversed, The Hanged Man With this one, I feel like someone in this is ignoring their feelings. Like, with the Hanged Man being here I definitely see that it's someone literally hanging back and thinking about things. And with Judgement reversed, I see that it's like a waiting period. So, I think this is an established connection, but like, nothings happening. Like, maybe not even communication, or like if there is, it's like you're not really talking. At least, not about what's going on between the two of you. And also Skin to Skin came on, and the first line in this song is interesting to me because it's "I'm certain that I'll circle back to you", so it's like neither of you are too worried, but maybe there's some frustration (but I don't really see that in the cards. They all kind of feel super chill, so I think whoever this is, they're really chill lol) There's also another line that makes me l think about this but also, the knight of cups gives me this vibe: "I know that you're so preoccupied..." And like, again, I feel this stagnation but like it's a chill one. Like you're both accepting that maybe it's supposed to happen? Just not now. And, so like this "preoccupied" person is like the hanged man, hanging back and thinking things through. I don't think it's that they're unsure. I think they know how they feel (the stars and the moons in her hair on the hangedman card definitely brings this to mind, like this knowing of the unknown, but also having hope, so it's like whoever this is, knows what they're not sure of if that makes sense! Same with the judgement card but she also has the sun on it! So she's holding all the hope, mysteries and happiness in her arms!!!) Ace of wands is like this new passion. Like, maybe after stagnancy is this moment where you two can express this passion, and with the Knight of Cups, I see that too. But, he's not moving on a horse like the other decks usually have. He's just sitting and look at that cup but looking really kind of...He looks like he's pouting honestly, but I don't get that from this. Like, he's looking at this covered cup and it's got stars, so again that hope is there. He has that hope, but it's covered up, so it's kept to him for now if that makes sense. But, with this ace of wands, I see a new start and like i think it's this start where he opens up that cup and out pours all those thoughts the hanged man had. And, the 4 of wands suggests this harmony that's coming with this. Like, you two just click and you balance each other out. And I'm sure you both know this. With this deck, sometimes you can read the looks on their faces two ways, like how the deck explains the card and also maybe a different way, so I kind of always can see two ways of looking at the faces. Some look sad but could also be contemplating things. This card is definitely one of those cards. This one is about bringing difficulties to an end with alliances, I don't really think this was that difficult? Like, maybe I'm not getting the whole story. Maybe this period of stagnation has been a long time and you're both just tired of not seeing each other now or talking more, but like, I guess this is kind of you two coming together and bringing an end to this period of nothing. And the look on the one girls face, the one in the yellow dress, she looks tired but she looks so into this other girl, so like I think that's kind of what's going to happen. One day you're both are going to just simultaneously agree that you're done with this nothing and want something? Like, I don't think you're going to say it before deciding it but once it's decided you BOTH are going to be opening up your star cups and pour it all out. Bottom deck energy for this is the Death card and the high priestess. I wasn't going to mention it, but I almost feel like for a few of you, you should check out pile 1, mostly because Death was in that pile but also the High Priestess was bottom deck energy for that one too (just a different deck). But, these tell me that there's going to be a change. Like, I said you're going to get tired of this stagnation, and I think it's an end of a cycle within this particular relationship. And the high priestess brings back that idea of "I'm certain I'll circle back to you..." where there's a knowing that this isn't really done. It's just at a standstill. So, yeah. I think this stagnation will end. I don't know WHEN, I don't get a when. But, I don't think it's going to be FOREVER from now, especially because you did get 3 major arcana! Also, wands feels quicker and you got the ace of wands! So I feel like it's kind of a "whenever" kind of thing, which isn't very helpful. It could be tomorrow or next year, ya know? Though, as I was writing this the song 12 Weeks by Movements came on! So! For someone it MIGHT be 12 Weeks. It's interesting though, because the end of the song is something like "Fall in love and fall away", which I don't see that as an end, again kind of like you two caught feelings and then were put in a stand still? But, also with that 4 of wands card, it really feels like everything around them falls away around them, so maybe that's just kind of how you two are together. Like, you talk and there could be other people there, but it all falls away. You could be in a group conversation, but for some reason it feels like all the words you both say are pointed towards the other rather than the group? Again, take what resonates. If you know no one where your connection is like this than I really do not think this is your pile. Things that are relevant: Celestial bodies (like the sun, the moon, stars), butterflies (specifically pink and purple), Sagittarius, Taurus

Pile 3: D’Artagnan

Cards: Justice, The Star(s), Queen of Swords, 8 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords reversed, 3 of cups Justice was the first card to fall out, and immediately I knew it was about a group who got the short end of the stick or something when it comes to love. Like, I hear, short end of the stick, like. Okay, so Queen of Swords is always described as like a woman alone who's been scorned, but I usually don't go by that because I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who are Queen of Sword types who haven't really had issues with love, they're just kind of That Way. But, like with Justice, I definitely see this as someone who was hurt in the past by love. Like, again. Short end of the stick. New Song D by the Front Bottoms is playing and there's this part in the bridge where he talks about how someone sold him a bike for $50 when the brakes weren't working, so like he was cheated out of $50 when he thought maybe it was worth $25 ? Like, Okay. So, with this, I'm getting that he was cheated money out of this, right? And maybe that is the case for some of you, but I'm getting more of an energy cheat if that makes sense. Like, you put a lot of energy into someone and a situation, and all they gave back was 1/4 of what you gave, and I'm getting that because I think maybe they thought they were giving you more (1/2 but still not enough), but they weren't, and you were just cheated out of this and left feeling drained because it was all one sided. And, I'm not saying this person didn't feel anything for you, I mean, they might have felt something but weren't able to give back the same amount because of things going on in their life. Or they were just like that. And there's another part in this song where he says "You wouldn't start because I wouldn't stop" and maybe it's also like you were giving too much even for them to like, take? Maybe it was just too much on their end and couldn't receive that much and too much for you to give so then you're both left with a disappointing situation. I also see 8 of pentacles kind of confirming this, like so much hard work was put into it on your end, but not enough to make it balanced. And it is NOT your fault. Like I feel the need to tell you that you have a big heart and that it's not your fault that someone else couldn't accept it the way you needed them to. 3 of swords reversed tells me that you're healing, though. Like, this happened and it probably really hurt but now you're healing. For some, because there are 2 3's, I think this was a case of being cheated on, but I don't think that's for everyone. Like, I really feel more like this was an unbalanced give and take situation. But, with the Justice here, I see that it WILL be balanced and whatever is coming in for you, will be more balanced. I almost feel, though, like this pile is less about what's coming and more about how you'll be doing better? Like, what's coming is really good and balanced, but also, you're healing, and I think it's always really nice to be able to look back at a heartbreak and not feel as bad about it as you did before. Like, sure it's probably always going to give a pang, but like with time, it heals. And, I know you probably wanted so badly for this to work out with this person, and I'm so sorry it didn't. Trust me, All I've ever known is unrequited love, so I really get that feeling of that realization when it becomes clear it's not going to work. One deck's bottom card was the Ace of Swords, so again, like I think this was that clarity you had about it not working, but I also see it as you seeing that it's just that this was not meant for you and that there's something better. And, that better is the star and justice. Like, this new person is going to bring in a lot of hope an balance. Like, this star card has two people on it, and it kind of looks like they're balancing out, right? So, yes. Definitely a lot of balance. And this person, I think, is going to be a lot of fun. The 3 of cups in this reading, to me, is more about how I think you two are going to hit it off in a friendly way first. And like, this might not even be a romantic love. It could just be a really good friend you make or have that's with you through your healing. But either way, platonic or not, I think this person is going to be someone you can lean on in this tough period, but also someone you can have fun with. The same song, new song d, has a part in the chorus where he says "I fell down, you propped me up" and I see this as being how your relationship will go. When someones down, the other will prop them up.But this isn't going to be all take and no give like this last person. No, again, it's going to be super balanced. Bottom deck energy for the other deck was Knight of Wands and in my last reading I compared him to D'Artagnan in the Three Musketeers and I think when he's not off trying to save the world, he's a really fun dude. Also, this is kind of weird and I'm going to have to make sure in the picture I take I get one of this Knight of Wands, because on the top border there's this weird like squiggle shapes, but it looks to me like...bodies? (It's kind of like that with the Queen of Swords too, with the top border?) Like bodies doing yoga lmao but like. I think you two are going to be physical (like! not in a sexual sense unless you're old enough and consenting!!), but more in a, touchy, huggy sense. So again, that propping up, but like physically and mental propping up. But, also, like maybe you two are always kind of touching. Like, shoulders next to each other, knees colliding, hand holding. Oof. That sounds so cute! I'm a little jealous. OH! This is also kind of weird, but in the same card behind him are this shapes that look like fleur-de-lis! And that's so weird considering that I think of D'Artagnan, a musketeer when I see this card! Ah! Anyway, I just see this as super healing for you, whoever this is. The shapes also kind of remind me of phoenix's, so! Maybe that's a message there. Like, emerging from the ashes of your former self? This is weird, because the next song that came on was Sour, a collab by 1990nowhere, Olivver the Kid and others, but I think that's interesting because maybe it goes with the past for you, like it soured. Like it looked sweet and then it soured? Then Are you Bored Yet? by Wallows came on so taking that literal, like you grew tired of how it was going. So I'm not sure if anyone resonates with those two songs, but I thought they seemed significant. Possibly relevant: Libra, Aquarius, Musketeers, fleur-de-lis, yoga, 1990, 3, 8 Pile 4: Porthos

Cards: Knight of cups, 2 of cups, 7 of wands, the lovers, 6 of swords, King of Pentacles I wasn't going to do a pile 4, but thought I should and like, yeah I'm glad I did because this feels like something someone needs to hear. So, someone here is leaving something. I think maybe you might want to read my last pick a pile I posted on here about what you need to hear. I definitely think this group showed up in that one. So, again, someone is leaving something, but I keep wanting to type someone! Ahh! Sorry! But, maybe there is someone leaving someone? I definitely have the song Scrawny by Wallows stuck in my head so maybe you're leaving a "scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle"? lol or not! Maybe that's just a song being stuck in my head because it was in there earlier today, but? Like? Maybe it was meant to come back around for this reading. Anyway, I get this idea from 6 of swords because that can be about a spiritual/mental journal, but also sometimes a physical one. So, like mentally and physically leaving a situation. Also, I've read that 6 in tarot is about journeys, and we got two 6's (6 of Swords and the lovers), and even though the lovers is about unity, I think it's also leaving that life before that unity behind? So, I read that into this whole, you're leaving something (or someone in this is leaving something or someone, so it could be this person coming towards you leaving something). Also, 8 of cups was on the bottom of one of the decks, and that again is about leaving something, like mentally/spiritually. But, like, this has cups so there's more of an emotional element to it. Like, leaving something that wasn't fulfilling you, going towards that 9 of cups wish fulfillment, right? So, there is that energy here, and like, I kind of feel like 9 of Cups should have shown up too, because I almost feel like whoever is coming towards you is kind of a wish come true. So, with knight of cups, i kind of read it like I did for another pile, but maybe more into his expression than i had for that one, where he looks kind of pouty. For that pile I said it was like he was kind of waiting to open up this cup that is in front of him that he's looking at. It has stars on it, so it's like his cup of hope? And the knight of cups is usually seen as a love offer, (though I typed over so again, I think someone out there is leaving someone?) so like this star cup, when he opens it, will have that offer for you? Like his heart is in there for you (not physically like his organ lmao). And with 7 of wands, I almost wonder if maybe you're defensive to let it in or maybe they're even too defensive to open up that cup? Someone here is defensive, but I don't think that's needed because I see so much stability with this. Like, we have the King of Pentacles here. So, not only do I think one or both of you are doing okay like financially (like, able to pay the bills and maybe have a nice roof over your head), but I also just see it as stable. Like, they're a shelf and your love is safe to place on. Does that make sense? Omg I'm so corny in this pile I love it. Both the Lover's and two of cups are these soft cards. Like, physically, these two cards from these decks look so soft. The love in these cards, guys. Phew. The two of cups shows this lady kind of hanging on this man, and they have these soft, fond gazes at each other. And then, with the lovers in the other deck, it's so sweet. She's kissing the other girl's cheek and they just look like they're content in the moment? So, I definitely see this as something fulfilling for you both, like you're both gonna be such suckers for each other. Probably constantly getting those heart eyes. Like, think Evie and O'Connell heart eyes, if you've ever seen The Mummy from 1999. Like, the looks they give each other. I'm totally getting those vibes. Maybe you two are going to be really snarky to each other too? But you’ll find it so endearing. Another thing I want to add is that I think you two are going to be perfectly balanced like literally Yin and Yang. I mean, one girl on the lovers card is all white and the other is all black. And then on the two of cups, They're kind of contrasted in terms of hair. Also! Bottom card energy for one deck was Justice, so yes. Definitely balance and yin and yang. I think this also goes back to the King of Pentacles, like I almost even get that Two of Pentacles energy of balancing out things, but being able to do so whereas the other twos kind of are about choices. But this one isn't. And it's weird, because sometimes the lovers can be read as choices, but I don't here. Not with this pile. And maybe there is a choice about leaving something/someone, but like I think once that's done and over with, this love comes in. And it could just be simple like a mindset? Like with all the cups here, I definitely think it could be a mindset. Like one that makes you super emotional, so maybe this is an existing relationship that just needs like a change? That's probably for a few of you, but for others, I see that this is something that comes after a shift in mind, or like a physical one. I mean, the song Make Way by The Front Bottoms was playing here, and like, that song is kind of about making space for the new? "I make way for the expensive things in my head." And, I've kind of gotten this Death Card vibe with every pile, and at first I was like not getting that with this pile, but idk, with 6 of swords and 8 of cups, I kind of get that? Like ending something to begin something? Ending with the song Nobody Gets Me (Like You) by Wallows, and I think this is what its going to feel like with this person. This pile is so cute. :) Things that could be relevant: Gemini, Libra, water signs, Capricorn (Pentacles are earth, but I really get a cap vibe with this one today), heart eyes, The Mummy lol

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Musketeer March 2021

Day 29: Poems

Okay so I don't really do so well with writing romance and sappy romantic poetry, I even struggle with the dialogue. I'm aroace, I have no idea what romance is and the stuff on tv usually makes me cringe (except for my fandom ships) and so I wrote what I think would be great to have in a partnership, such as that of Constance and D'Artagnan. Also I've completely ignored the proper events during their engagement and Aramis not being there so it's sort of an alternate universe. Enjoy!

It was valentines day in Paris and D'Artagnan wanted to do something nice for Constance.

For the past few months he had been saving to buy her an engagement gift, so for Valentine's D'Artagnan had decided that he would do something special for her.

Now Constance had never mentioned this to anyone except for Anne. And Anne had been a wonderful friend to Constance over the past few years. So when D'Artagnan mentioned wanting to do something nice for her, Anne very quickly suggested that D'Artagnan write her a love poem.

For Constance loved poetry.

D'Artagnan was absolutely ecstatic at the thought and later that afternoon, over lunch at the garrison, had mentioned his plans to Athos, Aramis and Porthos. He went on and on about the different types of poetry he was aware of, courtesy of Aramis' adventures with the ladies in years prior, and he wondered what Constance may prefer.

Athos quickly told D'Artagnan that it doesn't matter what style of poetry Constance likes, because D'Artagnan would be the one writing the poem, making it unique.

Aramis had chimed in, telling D'Artagnan exactly what he should think of complementing Constance on in the poem. Even going so far as to say he should compare her beauty to the romantic imagery that had become the latest fad in Paris.

Porthos had only laughed at Aramis' suggestion. Telling him to ignore the lot of them, considering Athos' ex-wife was an ex-criminal and Aramis was currently pining after their Queen.

Don't worry, neither gentleman took his comments seriously. In the past few months they had grown to tease each other over their.....unique romantic lives. It helped them cope with the reality, although Treville was still pushing them to seek actual therapy.

Porthos then went on to explain the different poets and how they wrote about romance, what they did or did not compare a woman too, beauty, intelligence or otherwise. As well as how different woman may perceive it.

Athos and Aramis added in their two cents every now and then.

Their conversation, which was quite one sided as D'Artagnan barely got a word in, lasted long after lunch ended.

Captain Treville ended up being the one to end their conversation.

He had come to talk to Athos, but upon hearing snippets of the conversation asked what in the world they were talking about.

Aramis was quick to explain.

Treville only scrunched his eyebrows at what he was told, they had each of course added in their opinions of what they think should happen, when Treville ended the debate.

"Just tell her why you love her. You don't need a fancy or well written poem that compares her to a rose or a sunset. Just tell her that even after everything you've been through together, she is still the one that makes you want to get up each morning, that her smile is what makes the hard days worth it. Tell her that even the things that annoy you in the relationship make it all worth it, and you love her because of it. Not because you have to, but because you want to and that each day you will continue to choose to love her," Treville said.

He then asked Athos for a word, mumbling something about upcoming training exercises.

The musketeers were shocked. They had no idea that their Captain was such a romantic.

It barely took more than a few seconds before D'Artagnan was grinning and excusing himself from the table. He knew exactly what he wanted to write.

And as he worked on his poem, the words kept flowing. His love for Constance being put into words.

And when he read the poem to Constance on Valentine's day, she ended up crying. Although she quickly had to assure D'Artagnan that her tears were tears of joy.

The poem was framed and hung in their bedroom for many, many years. The paper became worn and the words faded. But the poem stayed with them until the day they parted for death.

#musketeermarch2021 #musketeermarch #bbc musketeers #athos #aramis #porthos #d'artagnan #constance bonacieux #anne and constance #constance x d'artagnan #prompt challenge #prompts #queen anne #anne of austria #annamis #aramis x anne #milady de winter #athos x milady #comment on their history

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Musketeer March Day 5 - Athos + Sleep

Fandom: The Musketeers

Characters: Athos, Porthos, Aramis, d’Artagnan

Warnings: None

Summary: Athos and sleep and how his friends try to help

Notes: I’m not sure if you can really call this a fic - it’s more like playing around with the topic in what’s basically a head canon. But I hope it’s enjoyable nonetheless :).

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It was no secret that Athos and sleep were not the best of friends. A large part of his drinking was the desperate attempt to quiet his mind enough to allow him a few hours of sleeping like the dead, without the endless tossing and turning, punctured by the occasional nightmare, that usually marked his sleep. Often, if he had not succeeded in drinking enough, he chose to forego sleep entirely and kept himself awake and busy reading, cleaning his weapons or whatever else he could find for his hands and his mind to do.

Fortunately – or unfortunately – he had friends who were determined to help him take care of himself, and that included sleep. So whenever the weariness got too pronounced, the shadows beneath his eyes to deep, he inevitably found that the next evening, they insisted on accompanying him home and then refused to leave – or he simply came home to find them already there, doublets and boots discarded, greeting him as if it was the most natural thing for them to be here, shamelessly encroaching on his space.

Aramis wore him down with talking, cheerfully chatting about everything and nothing, wild stories about his dalliances or some past missions, as if he hadn't been there for at least half of them, while bullying him into bed and fussing like a mother hen. Once Athos was in bed, he crawled in after him and latched onto him as if Athos was his long-lost favourite stuffed doll from his childhood, and with the combination of arms around him and the chattering slowly trailing off into sleepy mumbles, Athos found his mind too occupied with fond annoyance to dwell on past regrets.

Porthos offered steady strength. He was quiet while he helped Athos getting ready for bed, big hands gently and deftly undoing ties and removing pieces of clothing. He always got into bed first, and Athos leaned against the broad chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Porthos did not sleep during those nights. And even though the enemy keeping him from sleep came from within, Athos slept better, knowing that his friend stood watch over him.

D'Artagnan offered a mix of big-eyed concern and farm boy practicality that was hard to resist. Athos could hardly argue with him about the importance of good sleep without sounding like a petulant child himself, so he usually resigned himself to going to bed rather quickly. The singing had been a surprise, though, the first time it happened. It was a song his mother had sung for him as a child, the Gascon revealed, and he was certain it would help Athos sleep. He took it in stride when the acerbic reply was that he'd go to sleep just so he wouldn't have to listen to d'Artagnan's terrible singing any more. But nevertheless, it warmed Athos's heart that his young friend was sharing something from his past with him to bring him comfort, and in turn, his own past weighed less on those nights.

Whoever did not end up in the bed with him – it was too narrow for more than two grown men, and with Porthos, even that was a tight fit – bedded down on the floor for the night, and when Athos woke the next morning, feeling decidedly more rested, he lay quietly and just took in the sight of the men who loved him, the friends who made him a better man, and something eased inside him.

Athos and sleep would never be on the best of terms with each other, but with men like those three helping him, some reconciliation was possible.

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TOWB chapters 17-20

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Chapter 17

Yeva had protected her. Fed her, healed her, guided her when no one else had. Yeva had been a force of light and love and warmth when Ranka had thought she deserved none of it. Ranka had given up everything to save her and bring her home. And Ranka had failed.

This is probably the first actual consequence that Ranka has ever had to face. Even after she slaughtered that village, she was mollycoddled. She doesn’t know how to use her fucking powers, as evident in this fight with Yeva.

The only thing she knows is brute force, and not how to hold back on her punches. As powerful as she claims to be, she’s fucking useless!

“Hi, Foldrey,” Galen said weakly. “Thanks for coming.”

Foldrey scowled. “You two are in so much trouble.”

Chapter 17 summary: Ranka continues to fight Yeva. But she’s so goddamned bad at fighting without killing, which makes her so worthless when it really matters. Galen is forced to use wind simply to defend himself.

Halfway through the fight, Ranka has an intense PTSD flashback to the night when she slaughtered that village. She sees her sister, but instead of her sister, it’s Yeva.

In the end, the guards come and kill Yeva. Which was something Ranka couldn’t do either. Not when it really mattered. Foldrey expresses how much trouble that they’re in. Despite the fact that Galen is about to become the king.

Chapter 18

“You just can’t mind your own business, can you?” Gone was Percy Stone’s arrogant smile.

They forced Ranka into the situation, and decided to make it Ranka’s business.

“Do you know your history, Bloodwinn? Do you know that before Witchik and Isodal fought each other, they came to our shores with warships and mage- fire?” He gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles went white. “Did you know your people nearly wiped mine from existence?”

“That was hundreds of years ago.”

“My people have a long memory.”

It’s easy for the one doing the hurt to say that it was a long time ago, and it doesn’t matter. For them, it was Tuesday.

For the people who were enslaved and slaughtered… it was a core memory.

“Test strands,” Percy said softly. “When I fled, a winalin-sickened witch could only survive for a few days, and it wasn’t infectious. But eventually the strain has to mutate. Eventually—”

“The new blood-witches will live.” The room swam.

“And if they don’t? Then our work is done for us.” His mouth twisted. “Either way, it removes the threat. We get our blood-witches, or you go extinct.”

I get what he’s saying here. But the problem is that the witch-illness has already mutated.

Much like actual diseases, there are going to be people out there who have a natural immunity. They’re going to survive, and go on to breed children who are resistant to this new disease.

Yes, this witch disease is going to be in the world now. But it’s going to keep mutating and getting weaker and weaker until it’s no worse than your average cold.

It’ll weaken the witches right now. But enough of them will survive. And it’ll make them that much stronger in the long run.

/actually paid attention in fucking biology class. The point of a virus is to breed. If it kills everything in sight, it’ll also die.

“Why should I trust you?”

Percy inclined his head to the side. “What other choice do you have?”

Look, all I’m saying is that murder never really went off the table as an option.

“We should do it,” Galen said, his voice soft.

Aramis whipped her head around. “What?”

He straightened, making a point to lock eyes with Percy, Foldrey, and Aramis individually. “Ranka’s not the only one you’ve been lying to.”

Y’all fucked up in lying to Galen about the entire thing. In acting like he was some simpering fool who was too stupid to understand.

“No,” Ranka lied, meeting their eyes one by one. “I’m with you, until the very end.”

Chapter 18 summary: The guards blindfold Ranka and take her back to the palace. Why the blindfold is beyond me, but whatever. Percy pulls it off, and tells her that she fucked up, big time.

He then goes on to tell her that the citizens of Star Isles created the witch virus, because they were once almost annihilated by the witches. I said what I said about all that. But every single witch will be coming for the coronation in a few weeks; since the disease is running rampant in the city, they’ll all get infected. Again, I said what I said about that.

Aramis and Galen show up. Ranka tells them that since the disease is meant to mimic blood-witches and the curse that ends up killing the blood-witches faster, they can find a cure by studying her, aka the only actual blood witch. Galen is hella pissed that Percy and Aramis have been keeping shit from him about his own city, and decides that he’d rather side with Ranka than the others. Aramis threatens Ranka into being obedient from here on out, and Ranka lies through her teeth to appease her.

Chapter 19

It’s war, she reminded herself. They’d do the same to me. It’s not personal. So why was it starting to feel that way?

Chapter 19 summary: Some time passes, although literally nothing has happened. Even the book seems bored with itself, especially in this pointless filler chapter.

Oh sure, Percy and Aramis are still “researching”, but this is a vague and nebulous catch-all that can mean literally anything.

Percy explains for the benefit of the readers that most blood-witches are perfectly normal up until they hit puberty, when the body is already changing a lot, and end up going practically feral. Whatever is in their genes then kills them, like the slowest plague ever.

Then there’s this weird almost-flirting scene where Aramis draws Ranka’s blood, but in like… a sexy lesbian way. I’ve got nothing.

Chapter 20

“I went north once a few years ago,” Foldrey said slowly. “But everything had changed. That land, those people—the Bloodwinn treaty isn’t just a concept to them. It’s a promise, one we didn’t keep. I’m sure you feel the same.”

Look. We’re now about 1/4th of the way through the story, 100 pages, and 20 chapters in. The author has yet to make me give a shit about Ranka, or even why I should care about the witches and this plague.

I really don’t give a shit about this random background character who only shows up from time to time.

“I’m not a child,” Ranka said. “I’m a warrior.”

You are a whiny little brat who playacts at being a warrior because some shitfuck abuser groomed you into thinking that you were her weapon.

Finally, she turned to look at him—but he stared past her, lost in some memory only he could see. Ranka left his office in a hurry, the echo of flies buzzing in her ears long after she had left.

Chapter 20 summary: One day, Ranka is called into Foldrey’s office. He talks some about the little mountain village where he grew up. And then he talks about how he followed the previous king into battle. About his PTSD, and how he can still hear the flies swarming the dead bodies a good 20 years later. Ranka knows some of what he’s talking about. But the difference is as I’ve stated: Ranka is a child who playacts at being a weapon. Foldrey is a man who has seen way more shit than Ranka can even imagine. Yes, Ranka is entitled to her trauma, but she compares it to his, and it’s kind of shitty.

He goes on to basically humanise the previous king and his wife, the old bloodwin. About how stories either vilify them or worship them. But at the end of the day, they were people. They loved their kids, and each other, and tried to do what they thought was best for both.

Foldrey continues on and says that Galen and Aramis are like his children. He knows Galen is weak, and that Aramis can never rule so long as Galen lives. They need each other. But it’s hard to protect your adoptive children when there’s a literal plague running around.

He tells Ranka that there’s an address, a fake passport, and clothes waiting for her in her room. He’s literally sending her away. She knows that she can go home, tell her people about the plague. They won’t like leaving, but it’ll be better than everybody dying from this.

#The Ones We Burn #chapter 17 #chapter 18 #chapter 19 #chapter 20 #Ranka (TOWB)#Yeva (TOWB)#shitty people doing shitty things #Galen (TOWB)#Percy (TOWB)#do you even know how germs work?#that's not how any of this works #Aramis (TOWB)#Foldrey (TOWB)#nobody cares

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Heyy for the ask game: 001 with carmuel or 002 with best girl miss Carla Roson

Have a nice day!

hey!! i was waiting for someone to ask me about them so thank you!!! AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY 😭

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did: i was already interested in them from the first episodes of season two but i only became obsessed after the "¿quieres macarrones?" after that i became trash

my thoughts: I LOVE THEM, they own every ship trope out there. they quickly became my number 1 couple in such a short time, there's something about carmuel that's different. they have chemistry, passion, they bring out the best in each other, they were lonely and they're completely opposite, but they understand each other in a way that nobody else would understand, i love the concept between sun and moon and carmuel is a contrast to that. and last but not least they are enemies to lovers and have angst <3

What makes me happy about them: basically what i described in the topic above and that carla is a better person when she is with samuel, all the most sincere smiles of the show were with samuel and seeing carla happy is something that makes me very emotional

What makes me sad about them: the way they hurt each other (it was necessary for the relationship to grow, but it still get it), the way they were treated at s3 (today i get, but still), the way i never saw the 7 days that they passed together in the short ones (IT MAKES ME SO SAD)

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

carla calling samuel just "sam". samu is ok cause it's canon, cute and it's his nickname, but sam can fuck off

samuel calling carla "marquesa" or worse "marquesita" ugh

people writing carla in a wrong way and ooc, most of the fics i've read writers just use her character to imagine themselves fucking samuel

people writing samuel getting rich just so he can prove something to carla, that's so pointless because she doesn't care if he's rich or not and it's pretty clear on the show

any other plot that involves cheating or death

things I look for in fanfic:

hurt comfort

found family in carla's case

carla's thoughts

the two talking about what happened at s2/s3, especially they trusting each other

and anything other than those written in the previous topic

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: nobody

My happily ever after for them: everything that is being written in this fic that you can find here

who is the big spoon/little spoon: samuel/carla respectively

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: the pillow fight scene, no other touches that

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: she is the most precious thing to me i love her my everything my meow meow

All the people I ship romantically with this character: samuel

My non-romantic OTP for this character: lu, in my head something came up imagining that lu was always jealous of carla (not in a friendly way) but i love the friendship between the two

My unpopular opinion about this character: carla is not selfish and is not the villain of s1 or the show

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: that she would not have said the words that in five years she would no longer know who samuel was because in that scene she broke and hurt herself more than samuel, that scene broke her

my OTP: carmuel

my cross over ship: i never thought about it until this question however i think I would choose aramis from the musketeers

a headcanon fact: she's bisexual

Ask game

#i swore i had answered before but i only left it in the drafts and forgot to post don't think I ignored you i didn't mean to 🥺🥺#answered #and thank you!! have a nice day as well #thanks for asking!

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raevenlywrites · 3 years

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The Ties That Bind 5 of ???

Prepping my guards to meet Zane was one thing; prepping myself...

I drew a deep breath, focusing on the way it filled my lungs, expanded my chest. Breathing this way mirrored the beat of my golden hawk’s wings, and did much to calm me. It was too great a show of nerves to display in my avian court, but out here, in the dark, with only my three fellow co-conspirators to see me--

It still felt like too much, but I was about to willingly approach Zane Cobriana, with his sister’s signet ring in my hand.

I’m afraid everything I have to offer you will be somewhat bloodstained.

Zane’s words had a way of replaying in my mind, again and again. He had a beautiful voice, rich in tones and timbre, and put to good effect. It was clear he was a man who was accustomed to addressing people, and to having those people listen. When I spoke to my generals, it was with a muddled mix of bargaining, pleading, and command I wasn’t certain would be heeded. When Zane ordered his people to back down, had they listened? Had that party Cadmia and her flight found in the woods really been an ambush? And if it had, was it with or without their monarch’s blessing?

And what would happen to them when their rulers finally returned?

Because for Zane to be waiting here, at this farmhouse on the edges of our respective territories, he must not have returned home to the serpiente palace yet. No, he had come straight to me, on Elanor’s wings, to deliver this engagement ring.

I think I could learn to love you, Danica, impossible as it seems.

Serpents love pretty things too, did you know that my lady?

I knew I was beautiful, with a finely crafted body colored in all shades of gold. The clothes my clever Elanor devised for me walked the perfect line between elegance and functionality, beauty and modesty. And Zane hadn’t been shy about admiring what her handiwork put on display--but was that enough? He’d suggested we both keep our own lovers; had he meant it? And in what possible capacity? The indolent serpiente might accept a figurehead queen while another woman grew round with their next prince--whether of Zane’s own get or his sister’s--but if I were to attempt such a thing? How would it even be done? An alastair’s oaths were some of the most binding of our peoples--and spoken from a royal tongue in the heart of Hawk’s Keep, even more so. I might literally lose some of my powers as queen if I became forsworn.

Of course, if we were no longer at war, my powers would no longer be needed on the battlefield.

But the gift to soothe and lightly heal with song was too important to be parted with. The Shardae sang strength to more than just soldiers--when there were more of us, we sang at every birth, every wedding, every sickbed, every funeral.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth...

“My lady?”

Elanor lightly touched my shoulder, startling me. The three of them had clearly felt the magic of my promise to them as future queen, and had doubtless been giving me the space to commune with my powers. But Elanor was right; the night was wearing on. And Zane was waiting. - The scene in the farmhouse was almost too surreal for belief.

Zane Cobriana, Arami of the serpiente, was serving as a yarn swift.

Hands held a careful width apart, he held the strands that Elanor’s aunt was quickly winding onto the noddy. It was clear she was working with a swiftness, but just as clear that it wasn’t from unease. It looked for all the world that she was simply trying to free him up from his woolen prison, so that he could attend to his proper duties as a monarch.

Zane looked as if his duties as a yarn horse were just as a pressing, and was giving the threads his complete attention, even as he sat relaxed in chair and chatted with the weaving women.

“And so the siblings chased each other across the sky, Kain pounding after his sister Kaya, who kept spilling fire as she ran, painting the sky with light, and earning outraged shouts from her brother with each drop spilled-- hold.”

That last was for his guard, the white viper from the camps. I almost surprised to find just the pair of them, instead of the entire entourage, but I was not surprised that this was the guard who stayed with her prince.

I’m sure you don’t expect me to come to you as pure as the driven snow either.

His guard could have been carved of ice, for all her hard strength and cold beauty. She’d gone from indolently bored against one wall to trembling bow-taunt just behind him. Her fingers hovered near her thighs, and the pair of knives strapped there. Her perfectly white hair bristled around her, like a cat making itself large in the face of threat.

Or like a magician raising power.

“I said hold, Adelina. You are not to strike someone who wears a Cobriana ring.”

Her gaze flicked to my hands, which were empty of jewelry and half-raised as one approached a wild animal. In fact it was Elanor who had carried the ring; I had not yet dared take it back from her. I wondered if that detail would prove to be a terrible oversight. Zane’s words had a similar of formality to the oath’s I exchanged with my people.

But Adelina’s gaze went from me to my two Ravens, with their full kit of armor and weaponry.

“My Arami--“

“Don’t, Addie. We’re all just here to talk.”

We were hardly just hear to talk, especially given his comments about the Cobriana ring. But Adelina dropped into what I could assume was a soldier’s parade rest, and I felt the men behind me release their own ready tension.

Of course, that didn’t stop them from flanking me as I stepped farther into the room.

I watched Adelina flinch, and felt us all react to her reaction. I bit back a weary sigh. How were we supposed to get anything done if all our attentions were on each other’s actions.

“Gentleman, he rode all this way to continue our peace talks.” I put heavy emphasis on the word “peace”. “Kindly stop treating this kitchen as a battlefield. Aunties Lyssia, thank you for opening your home to us. Arami Zane, thank you for coming to continue our talks. I am sorry the circumstances of them have been so inconvenient.”

Zane rose from his seat to give a smooth bow--though he never took his eyes off my guards as he did so.

“Good evening, Danica. Our dear aunties have been excellent hosts--and I’ve admired their works on our dancers.”

I blinked at that, caught utterly off guard. I know Elanor had mentioned trading food for fine cloth, but still. It had startled me--and from the look in Zane’s eyes, I couldn’t help but feel it had been meant to.

Suddenly, I was much less nervous. I was tired of being discounted, ignored, placated, and now made fun of? I was Tuuli Thea, and marriage to him or not, I would be queen, and I would be treated as such.

“Ladies Lyssa, is there somewhere I might talk to Zane in private?”

The protests all rose at once, reminding me too much of Mistari hall. I drew on the power of my voice to raise it above all the rest.

“I am Danica Shadae, heir to the Tuuli Thea. The only person in the room who is even remotely qualified to argue with me is Zane Cobriana himself. And as I believe he intends to propose marriage to me, it is within my right to demand a little privacy for this intimate moment.”

I admit to enjoying the shocked silence that followed. The look on Adelina’s face, however, made my blood run as cold as the icy fury in her winter blue eyes.

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Out of the Shadows, Into the Light

Fandom: BBC’s The Musketeers

Pairing: Aramis/Porthos (a tiny dalliance with a female OC)

Genre: SUPER fluffy, a little spicy, with a dash of Aramis angst.

Note: Oh gosh, I had abandoned this idea due to time and working on other stuff, but I saw a post regarding Aramis’s anxiety over being abandoned. So I decided to write the damned thing. In this, he’s terrified of once again losing someone he loves. This is set roughly around the time of Season Two.

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Aramis patrolled the gardens surrounding the palace and sighed. It was only afternoon and these outdoor parties that the king was so fond of always lasted long into the night. He was already terribly bored, the other musketeers were keeping to their stations closer to his royal highness and to make matters worse, Anne had decided to return to her quarters after a small wave to the crowd. He felt his talents were wasted babysitting French nobles and esteemed foreigners whose only danger was perhaps a sprained ankle due to ridiculous shoes and too much Bordeaux. He heard footsteps approaching him and he clenched his jaw. If one more duke or baron asked him if he knew how to get an audience with Louis, he was going to snap.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the legendary lothario of the Musketeers, Aramis himself.”

He turned around quickly and smiled when he saw a familiar face. “Legendary?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Perhaps notorious?” She teased softly.

“I see my reputation precedes me.” He grinned before bowing slightly. “Vivienne, it is good to see you again.”

“Good to see you too. It’s been years.”

“Almost a decade. I’m glad to see you doing well. What’s brings you to my humble town?”

“An invitation from an old friend. She said I was growing boring, living out my days in the country and that I simply must revive myself in the capitol.”

“Is it working?”

She giggled playfully. “Oh Aramis. You should know I could never be boring. But yes, the city is a bit invigorating. Especially when every salon and tea party hen is talking about one particular member of the King’s Guard.”

“Is that so?”

“Indeed, I have only been here a few days and it seems there is hardly a woman in Paris who doesn’t have your name on her tongue.”

“Not just my name.” He smirked.

She shook her head and covered her mouth with a dainty, gloved hand. “Paris hasn’t changed you one bit.”

“Not true. I am far more discreet than I used to be.”

“Really? Is that why they keep you far away from the queen?”

At this, his face darkened a little. “Vivienne.”

“Oh stop. It matters not to me who you choose to spend time with, I only worry about you never finding happiness.”

“I assure you I am quite fine. Happy enough.”

“Aramis.” She gently touched his cheek. “I know you. I saw the way you looked at the Queen. Longing for a life that could never be yours. But I assume you have made your peace with that. There is a another, however. An ache far more painful than the crush you have on Anne.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She looked around quickly to make sure they were alone. “Porthos.”

He furrowed his brow. “What about him?”

“Something a bit more than friends between you two?”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing between us. I mean, yes, we are more than friends. The Musketeers are like family. I would lay down my life for any of them.”

“Oh? Do all Musketeers look at each other that way? That must make the Garrison very interesting.”

He huffed out his frustration. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Tell me you don’t look at Porthos and pine for one thing.”

“It doesn’t matter. I would never risk our friendship over it.”

“Always the romantic.” She said softly. “Willing to suffer in silence while your love goes unrequited.”

“Is there a point to this? Besides flustering me while I’m on duty.”

“I’m sure you’ll recover quickly enough but if you’re not too angry with me I’ll be at Le Chat Noir tavern later. It would be nice to catch up and talk freely in a less formal setting.”

“You mean you want us to get drunk together and see where the night takes us?”

“It’ll be just like the old days.” She teased. “Except for one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You should invite Porthos. If you’re feeling daring, of course.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Perhaps.” She smiled. “Au revoir, Aramis.”

He smiled in defeat and tipped his hat. “Good day, mademoiselle.”

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The tavern was loud and raucous. The fireplace cracked and popped while the patrons pounded on the tables and laughed boisterously. Tankards were knocked onto the floor and women’s shrill squeals could be heard from dark corners.

At one of the tables by the window, Vivienne was cozying up to Porthos, leaning ever closer into him and even whispering risqué things in his ear.

“What are you doin?” He pulled away, his cheeks flush with either wine or desire.

She giggles. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, I mean, I saw you earlier today, talking with Aramis. The two of you looked quite cozy.”

“Oh. Aramis is an old friend. We used to know each other a long time ago.”

“And I suppose you two…”

She giggled and sipped her wine. “No. He was head over heels for another. He thought she was going to be the love of his life forever.” She sighed.

“Sounds like him. Always jumping into love headfirst.”

She looked at him, eyes glittering, and bit her lower lip. “Not always.” Porthos looked a little confused and she just shook her head, laughing melodically and nuzzling her face into his neck.

She could feel his chest rise and fall, his hands slide across her lap and rest on her hip. He cleared his throat a little before speaking. “I would’ve thought he was more your type, though.”

“Oh, he’s fine. But, I don’t know. I prefer you, I think. Rugged. Strong. Perhaps a bit dangerous. You have the look of a man who isn’t to be messed with.” She placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “And yet, there is something in your eyes. A warmth, bravery. I mean, why wouldn’t I fancy a man who puts his king and country before himself. It’s very noble.”

He chuckled. “I suppose.”

“Not that Aramis isn’t handsome.” She looked across the room at him.

“Oh yeah. He’s very pretty.” He snorted out before laughing loudly.

“Mmmm…” She cooed against his neck. “The both of you could be quite a night.”

“The two of us?” He let out another chuckle. “That’s a bit wild. Never done anything like that. I think I prefer one partner at a time.”

“Oh, I’ve never done anything like that either. But It’s always been a fantasy of mine.”

Porthos laughed again, but a little less freely. “Really? That’s pretty scandalous.”

“I suppose.” She backed away but was undaunted. “Aww… Aramis looks lonely.” She stood up and winked. “Be right back.”

She joined Aramis at the bar where he had just swallowed an entire glass of madeira. “What are you doing?” He snarled at her.

“Trying to help you.”

“By flirting with him?” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have told you anything. I can’t believe you used that to humiliate me to my face.”

Her eyes widened. “Aramis. That is not at all what I am trying to do.” She moved closer to him so no one else could hear. “You said yourself you could never tell him outright how you felt. We can… circumvent you confessing, which I agree might be a little too much to unload on him. But if, say, there was a female there with you to distract him; get things started, he might be more willing to try something new.”

“So... what is this then? A trick?”

“A trick? Not exactly, more like getting him to slowly warm up to the idea.”

“You’re pretending to like Porthos to lure him into bed with us?”

“Who said I was pretending? He’s very attractive.” She smirked. “And you make it sound so lurid.”

“It’s not going to work.”

“I guess we’ll see.” She kissed his cheek and made her way back to the table. “You’ve underestimated my charms, Porthos. I told your friend I had a room upstairs and if he wanted to join us, I would be ever so grateful.”

“I dunno.” He appeared dubious. “It’s still a bit much.”

“Aww…” she playfully pouted and let her hand creep up his thigh. “Please… I promise we can stop if you don’t like it.”

He quickly drained the rest of the bottle in front of him and let her take his hand, leading him upstairs. She looked over her shoulder at Aramis and gestured for him to follow.

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Things started a bit awkwardly, but Vivienne patiently eased the nerves of the musketeer in front of her. She was perched on Porthos’s lap in the creaky bed, working on untying the laces of his shirt. Aramis was behind her, kissing her neck and shoulders and avoiding looking at Porthos. His hands moved around, resting on her waist, cupping her breasts. She slid them down, until one of them was resting on Porthos’s arm. She then cupped the larger man’s face in her hands and kissed along his jawline to underneath his ear. He slowly figured it out and laughed a little. “Hey mate.” He nodded at Aramis. “That’s my arm you’re grabbin’.”

Aramis stared back at him, not moving his hand away, his eyes expressing both hope and defiance. It began to dawn on the other musketeer that this wasn’t an accident and the room seemed to grow silent for a moment as no one dared to breathe. Porthos didn’t say anything but dipped his head to press his lips to the girl’s collarbone. His hand slid off her hip and tentatively rested on Aramis’s thigh.

Vivienne looked down and smiled to herself. She pressed another small kiss to Porthos’s throat and made an excuse that she needed more wine. She slipped away and back down to the tavern with no intention of returning. It didn’t matter now that Aramis and Porthos were alone. Now the unspoken had stepped out of the shadows and Aramis paused, frozen, looking at Porthos in almost a panic. He knew the next step could never be taken back. They couldn’t just pretend they were drunk. Pretend they didn’t remember. This next step would change everything. A heavy burden for a gesture that was so small and yet seemed like the most important moment of his life. He leaned in and let his eyes flutter closed. His lips parted slightly and he felt the hesitant touch of the other man’s mouth on his. Soon, a strong hand came around to caress the back of his neck and a muscular chest was pressing against his own.

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Aramis woke up slowly. His head was a bit fuzzy and his mouth was parched. Where was he? He blinked a few times and the room came into focus. Oh right. The Tavern. Wine. Porthos.

Porthos. Shit. He turned over in a panic. Of course. The bed was empty. Fuck. Porthos had realized what he’d done and he probably couldn’t leave fast enough. He would probably never be able to look at Aramis again, nevermind fight by his side. Damn. He had ruined everything. He should have kept his secret to himself. He should have never agreed to this stupid idea. What an idiot. What an absolute-.

“Well, well…” came a deep, gravelly voice from the doorway. “Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.”

Aramis turned and saw Porthos walking over with two mugs of steaming coffee. “Figured you could use this after last night.” He smiled warmly and set one mug on the nightstand, then sat on the bed beside him.

“Oh.” Was Aramis’s feeble reply. “Yeah. Thanks.” He reached for the coffee and took a small sip, trying to gauge Porthos’s expression. “So…”

“So.” Porthos repeated. A slow smile spread over his face. “I suppose this makes things a bit complicated. Should we tell the others or keep this our secret?”

Aramis narrowed his eyes, a little confused. “You… you’re not mad or ashamed?”

Porthos shook his head and a small chuckle rumbled out from his chest. “Mad? Nah. I mean, there is one thing I’m a little upset about.” Aramis waited for the worst. “You snore. Horribly. Woke me up a few times.” Aramis looked down, the tiniest smile tugging at his cheeks. “Oh, and you’re a bit clingy in your sleep. I was afraid if I moved I might disturb you.” He reached up and tilted the other man’s face up to look at him. “I suppose I can live with that though.”

Aramis leaned into his touch, afraid to say anything.

“You coulda just told me, ya know.” Porthos said softly. “I guess I coulda told you too.”

Aramis grinned meekly. “We’re idiots.”

“Yep.” Porthos laughed. “But better late than never, eh?”

“Yeah.” Aramis said softly. “Better late than never.”

#the three musketeers #the musketeers #portamis #aramis #Porthos #bbc musketeers #howard charles #Santiago Cabrera #fanfic #musketeers fanfiction #fanfiction

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