#jean treville

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Porthos: WE FIXED IT!

Treville: What did you fix?

Aramis: EVERYTHING!

[loud explosion in the background]

Athos: ... except that

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[bullet-prooflove]

To The Grave: Captain Jean Treville x Reader

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There is something cruel about digging your own grave, knowing that each shovelful of dirt takes you one step closer to oblivion. You almost refuse but you’ve seen what happens to a corpse when it’s left amongst the wilderness. You can’t stand the idea of the crows pecking out your eyes, of rats and foxes tearing at your belly.

It takes a while, the digging. Your muscles ache, your palms blistering as you follow the rhythm your body sets. Your mind is full of Jean, of his depreciating laugh, his warm smile, the roughness of his voice. You think of the last time the two of you were together. The scratch of his beard between your thighs as he took you to heaven, once, twice, three times before he made love to you on his bed in the garrison.

You’d slipped away long before dawn, leaving him sleeping heavily amongst the tussled sheets. You remembered pausing in the doorway, considering climbing back into bed alongside of him. You could give up the spy game, become a normal wife, one that cooked, maintained a home.

“You would never be happy with that life.” Jean had once told you. “You crave the adventure too much.”

He isn’t wrong, for years you’ve stayed one step ahead of France’s adversaries and there’s a vindication that comes with that, a satisfaction. When men look at you all they see is a woman, someone to conquer, to seduce. You toy with them, twist them, relieve them of the burdens they carry until all of those secrets spill right out of their heads, because men in positions of power, they like to boast especially to beautiful woman.

Your conquests are rarely about sex, they’re about finding that fundamental weakness and exploiting it. You know how to make a man beg for you, what he’ll offer up in exchange just for the promise of a kiss but that’s always as far as it goes, a kiss and nothing more.

Your heart, your body, your soul, all of it belong to Jean Treville, the man who will never know that you’re buried in an unmarked grave just a short distance outside of Paris.

That’s the other cruelty of what your captor is doing, he’s taking the one thing that Jean treasures most in this world and destroying it. He’ll wreak his revenge by sending your husband letters, detailing horrific, fictious things about what he’s doing to you. It will send Jean into madness, it will consume his waking thoughts, torture him in his dreams. He’ll tear apart this entire country just to find you.

And when he finally breaks, when he commits that deed he can’t come back from, when he begs on his hands and knees for your release that’s when the trick will be revealed.

There was never anything to return.

The woman he loved is gone, murdered because of something he did five years ago and that will be the thing that destroys him, that drives him to put his sword through his own heart.

“That’s deep enough.” Marsac says from behind you and you set the spade into the dirt alongside of you before turning to face him.

He’s had the pistol trained on you the entire time, his finger bearing down on the trigger. He’s under no illusion about your abilities, he’s studied you the same way he has Jean. He knows your strengths, your weaknesses, what it takes to draw you from your post in the Duke of Savoy’s convoy. When a musketeer turns up, requesting a private audience it gets your attention, especially when he’s bringing news of your husband.

The man that no one’s even aware you’re married to.

“Did you know?” Marsac asks you, his grip on the trigger tightening. “Did you know that the orders you were carrying that night condemned twenty musketeers?”

“Would it matter if I did?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

“No, you’re just as guilty as your husband.” He hisses as his footing shifts and he squares his shoulders.  

You know what a shooting stance looks like, the subtle changes in a man’s body before he pulls the trigger. You swallow hard against the well of emotion in your chest, tipping your chin up so that you can look at the sky. You want the vivid blue to be the last thing you see. It reminds you of Jean’s eyes, the brilliant hue as he looks at you during the height of climax.

When you hear the gunshot, you expect a rush of pain, a stab of agony, that’s the way it felt the first time you were shot. Instead there’s nothing.

You exhale, your gaze coming to rest on Marsac. Blood erupts from his mouth, a blush of crimson blossoms across the front of his shirt as the pistol slips from his fingers. He chokes out a word but the copper in his mouth stifles it as he falls to his knees in front of you.

Behind him stands Jean, the barrel of his pistol still smoking as his eyes come to rest on you.

“Terese?” He questions, holstering his weapon as he steps towards you.

“I’m alright.” You whisper but Jean he needs to see that for himself.

His calloused hands come to rest on your shoulders, gentle and steadying as he studies you intensely. There’s flecks of blood across your features, tiny droplets of Marsac’s life force staining your skin. His gloved thumb chases them away as his forehead comes to rest upon yours, his voice breaking.

“If he had killed you...”

He doesn’t say anything else, he doesn’t need to. The words hang in the air between the two of you as he cradles you close, his lips brushing over your hair.

… I would have followed you into the grave.

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[dreamerinthesun]

Honey & Sore throat

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

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

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

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

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

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[mywingsareonwheels]

An “Endeavour” fic I won’t be writing, so please do take it up as a prompt, anyone who wants it :D

Three Musketeers AU.

The King/Queen equivalent: Bright. Or possibly Bright is a rather sweet version of Richelieu.

In Treville’s role: Fred Thursday (trying to herd cats/be team dad to a bunch of brilliant chaos beings)

Athos: Jakes (depressed, horrible backstory, the sensible one except when he really really isn’t)

Aramis: Morse (the genius idealistic one who’s torn between the wine/women/song end of things and a more religious and ascetic drive) 

Porthos: Strange (because someone needs to keep those two in order and also have a lot of fun <3 )

Constance: Trewlove (except in this Constance/Trewlove is also a musketeer, and possesses one of the few braincells in the general Trewlove manner)

D’Artagnan: Fancy (naturally :D)

(We couldn’t think of a Max alas. No hobbits or others worthy of being Max in the books. He could be an original character who’s a love interest for Morse/Athos perhaps? :) )

(I am very much obliged to my Partner for a lot of this, they being the resident Dumas afficionado, and who I have also managed to turn into an Endeavour fan. :D )

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[funnylittlebrain]

Alright, I’ve fallen deep, deep, down the OFMD fandom and all that stuff. Doesn’t mean my love for other fandoms is dead though. Actually, my top three favourite characters have made a mash up in my brain... Or their actors, more like... So... Would it be too much to ask for a TV show with Rupert Graves (Hello Lestrade !), Con O’Neill (Hello Izzy !) and Hugo Speer (Hello Treville !) all starring in it ? And having them play siblings would just be perfect, thank you very much (each one three years apart from the other according to a quick Google search. Yes, I checked.) Works perfectly if you ask me. Am I alone in this ? Please, send help. Or fanart. Or fanfic. Those work too.

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[montalais]

        JEAN-ARMAND DU PEYRER  DE TRÈVILLE- THE MUSKETEERS

A continuation of this. You can find the folder with all the icons here. 

 Source: my own screencaps + HD images from Far Far Away Site

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[lpdaf]

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

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[prcphesieslie]

Olivier & Jean Treville

" losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me , a painful , constant reminder , an absence i could never feel . "

~ jojo moyes

@lcnelylcves

#( reckless man with a heart of golden | olivier ) #( that is grief | olivier & treville ) #( olivier | musings ) #thebridge: task

[thebridgehqs]

Welcome to 1926 – Jean Treville !! I hope you feel right at home here in Sydney. Before you get too comfortable and see what all our city has to offer, be sure to review our CHECKLIST. We’re so glad to have you with us, Mac !! 

Look who just woke up- is that TOBY STEPHENS? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s JEAN TREVILLE from MUSKETEERS. I heard they are 47 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off a ONE HONEST MAN IN COURT CHOKING ON THE SECRETS OF OTHERS, TIRED SIGHS AS HE LEANS ON THE BALCONY, LOOKING AFTER OTHERS BECAUSE HE CAN NEVER HAVE A FAMILY OF HIS OWN, THE CREST THAT MEANS BROTHERHOOD TO HIM ON HIS SHOULDER, STARING AT THE EMPTY SIDE OF THE BED DURING LONG SLEEPLESS NIGHTS impression. But here, they are working as a POLITICAL ADVISOR. They’re known to be quite DEPENDABLE & HONEST, but have a tendency to be STERN & BOUND BY DUTY on their bad days. ( Mac )

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[findroleplay]

Hello everyone! I know this is probably a bit unusual but I'm going to try anyway!

I'm on search for The Musketeers (BBC) double up canon x oc roleplay!

What I'm looking for:

• someone who could play Athos for my female OC (might be self-insert, I'll see)

• 18+ (preferably 19+)

• smut is not necessary but I'm not against it

• 1-2 semi-long paragraphs

What I can offer:

•I can play anyone from the universe but I have the most experience with playing as Jean Treville

• or you can pick some of our other mutual fandoms!

• MxF (preferably) but I can try my best doing also other pairing

I hope I covered everything!

Contact me either here on my Tumblr or my Discord:

dreamerinthesun#9074

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[old-fic-recs]

Acta Non Verba by gaelicspirit

Set mid-Season 2, after episode 6, Through a Glass Darkly. Out of favor with the King, Treville and d'Artagnan are assigned to transport two prisoners from Paris to Soissons. When their party is ambushed and they are taken prisoner, Rochefort grounds the Musketeers and sends the Red Guard after the prisoners under the guise of protecting the King. But the Inseparables mount their own, dangerous rescue mission, brotherhood holding more importance than a doomed outcome.

“We’d ride through fire for you, Captain, but…,” Porthos tipped his head toward the Gascon sleeping across from him, “we’d burn the world down for that one.”

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: The Musketeers (2014)

Characters: d'Artagnan; Athos; Aramis; Porthos (Trois Mousquetaires); de Tréville (Jean-Armand du Peyrer)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Hurt d'Artagnan; Hurt Athos; Hurt Aramis; Hurt Porthos; Friendship; Brotherhood; Angst; Betrayal; Rescue Missions; Memories; Flashbacks; Case Fic; Rochefort is a lying liar who lies

Language: English

Published: 2016-01-18 Completed: 2016-01-18

Words :70483

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[enigma-the-mysterious]

Porthos: You believe me?

Treville: Porthos, you’re the only good person in this place. I'd believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning

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[bullet-prooflove]

A Cottage in Nice: Captain Jean Treville x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The cottage in Nice?” Athos questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[dreamerinthesun]

“Sorry for the burned cake...”

{Captain Treville x reader, platonic!musketeers x reader}

A/N: Soo, here's one of my first one-shots. It's for the amazing birthday girl @rose-edith ☺️🤍 I hope you'll enjoy it as much as you enjoyed your big day! Love you!

Athos wasn't the best cook in Garrison, in fact he hated being around in the kitchen more than anything. How he was assigned with baking cake for his captain's wife birthday remained mystery but he still tried his best. Of course, today was a big day for the whole courtyard of Musketeers and Captain Treville decided that his beloved's birthday should be a perfect day. Why he wanted musketeers to help was still unsure but from what Athos understood, they show show their thanks to the madam Treville. “You know, the cake won't make itself...” Someone spoke up from the door with obvious amusement in their voice. The second in command looked up with a frown to see Aramis standing there with embrace full of flowers. 'Of course he was assigned flowers', thought Athos bitterly as it didn't surprise him at all. “I have never baked anything in my life”, confessed Athos beginning to move around the kitchen in a hope there was some hidden cookbook which could help him out of his misery. “It's not that hard, really. You just need to use eggs, flour, oil and sugar...” Aramis started to count on his fingers, enjoying the view of his friend in such an awful situation. Helping Athos out didn't even came to his mind. “Oh really? Well if it is that easy why don't you just do it yourself!”, snapped Athos back with a frown between his eyebrows. Turning around to face the younger musketeer Athos would love to see Aramis try to bake it. “It wasn't a my responsibility to bake the cake... But since you need my help, I will do it. You owe me one tho” Aramis sighed trying to act as if he was hard to convince but Athos's glare made him put the flowers down on the table as he began to show Athos what he should do as both of them teamed up to make at least something which was close to the birthday cake their captain imagined.

“What is taking them so long?” Porthos wondered leaning against the one of tables setted outside. His right arm was loosely put across barrel filled with the finest wine, his dark eyes watching the windows from the kitchen. After hearing sounds as if few things broke, Athos swearing loudly and Aramis's cheeky responses the oldest of musketeers began to worry for his brother's safety. Turning his head to take a questioning look at D'Artagnan, the longer haired male shrugged. "Maybe he's trying to put Aramis's body into the cake? Who wouldn't love birthday dessert with Aramis's head on it?" Suggested D'Artagnan with an amused chuckle while making sure everything and everyone else was ready. Few tables were decorated with flowers Aramis brought in, set up with multiple delicious courses captain was able to get from palace's kitchen as it was all ready for arrival of Madam Treville and Captain. Thinking about what else was missing both musketeers were taken out of their thoughts when they heard clapping of hooves on the city's ground.

“I really hope you enjoyed today” Jean Treville spoke to you with small but loving smile. He hoped today's day was the best for you and he made sure you didn't have to worry about such a things as making dinner as he nudged his horse towards Garrison. Everything inside of it was a surprise he was planning for a long time. Jean was slowly counting the days till your birthday, he couldn't wait for making the special day of yours even better.

As they arrived into the courtyard, both Porthos and D'Artagnan were waiting down by the stairs, happy to see you with their captain. It was no secret both men adored your relationship with their boss, it could be seen by the way they shared glances before yelling out "SURPRISE!”

Jumping off the horse Jean helped you down as well as he took your hand into his. His eyes were searching for the emotions in your own eyes, he wanted to see the happiness lighting up behind them and the beautiful smile of yours. Small wrinkles appeared by his own eyes at the sight of your breathtaking smile, he could stand there and stare at you forever but he was interrupted by someone barging out of kitchen door.

Everyone's attention turned to both Athos and Aramis coughing and trying to catch a breath as they were holding onto a sheet on top of which sad something what used to be dough. As the two men were trying to not die out of lack of oxygen, there was a lot of smoke coming from the kitchen. Something bad definitely happened. Aramis spotted his captain with his wife as he helped Athos back on his feet, the two men trying to ignore the tears in their eyes while they showed the completely burned dough. That was supposed to be a cake. “Happy birthday?” Aramis spoke up with questioning tone on the end of sentence. “Sorry for the burned cake...”, Athos added mumbling as his scratch the back of his neck nervously.

The sight of his two musketeers burning such a simple thing made Captain sigh under his breath. He now regretted his choices of cooks but it didn't matter at all if it was still the best day of your life.

#captain treville #jean treville #bbc musketeers #the musketeers #musketeers x reader #captain treville x reader

[grimmerie]

Queen Anne: Cardinal, you're an awful man.

Richelieu: Wrong, Your Majesty. I'm a lawful man.

Treville: Falafel man.

Athos: Waffle man.

King Louis: Omelettes.

King Louis: Am I doing it right?

#renes// #queen anne #anne of austria #cardinal richelieu #armand richelieu #treville #jean treville #jean de treville #captain treville #athos #king louis #king louis xiii #louis xiii #bbc musketeers #the musketeers

[votewithyourjohnson]

A4O Video Grab Bag: Canon vs Non-Canon...

so i just finished watching through the video grab bag perk we got yesterday, and it was revealed in the audition tapes that the story of the show was EXTREMELY different than it is in the actual show. you also learn a ton  of backstory about all of the characters’ relationships to each other. for example:

- portianna is actually a kind of toxic relationship for portia especially. arianna will go out, flirting w/ other girls in front of portia, and then call it “information gathering.” in the end of that scene, portia asks if she can also “information gather” and arianna doesn’t seem bothered by the idea and then they both say they would choose each other over other people.

-treville and rochefort have a long history w/ each other. owen has asked treville out multiple times and been turned down repeatedly and there was also an auto accident? and during a convo between owen and anton, he talks about how he can play her very easily, but anton points out that she can alos play him easily.

-rick, anton and rochefort’s whole plan was to destroy the greek system at the school and take the sigma for themselves.

-dorothy got kicked out of the legacy ball bc her grandmother wasn’t a sigma sister. the entire plot is based around finding evidence that grandma castlemore was a sigma sister and a good one. it is later revealed that she was a sigma sister, but only for six semesters and got kicked out for “unsisterly like conduct.” it’s just a big mess.

- small detail but it is confirmed that dorothy’s parents are divorced and her mother hated her grandmother with a burning passion.

-miller’s parents died when he was 10 and then he fell into depression.

-this isn’t a story change but it is an amazing fuck up from gwenlyn in episode 19 that needed to be giffed:

none of this is canon yet but if we can include next season it would be awesome!

#a4oseries #all for one #portia vallon #ariana henries #dornie #Dorothy Castlemore #connie bonacieux #anton miller #portianna #KindaTV #jean treville #owen rochefort #GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT