#reine-marie gamache

[drstherapy]

#au secours de beatrice #season 1 #marie france lambert #reine marie #reine-marie gamache

[seldonhari]

that’s so baby of him 

#tvedit #three pines #alfred molina #certified malewife #armand x reine-marie #threepinesedit #marie-france lambert #armand gamache #gifs #edits: tv

[three-pines]

You’re checking up on me, aren’t you? Never.

THREE PINES (2022-)

#three pines #threepinesedit #alfred molina #marie-france lambert #armand gamache #reine-marie #my actual parents #couple goals #cuties #s01 #1.01 #1.03 #my edits #gifs #the cruellest month #whiteout

[movieexpert1978]

Started a Three Pines fic with Armand Gamache and his wife Reine-Marie in a poly relationship with another woman. This is part 1 of 2.

#alfred molina #three pines fanfiction #three pines #armand gamache x reine marie gamache #polyamory

[goodoldcharley]

Chapter 14 is finally up. Sorry for the long delay. Hope some of you are still following the story!

#armand gamache #three pines #ao3 fanfic #alfred molina #armand gamache x reine marie #armand gamache x oc

[writingsofhubris]

Oh the boy's a slag, the best you've ever had

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 1554 Tags: male reader, Bisexuality, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Anal Sex Fandom: Three Pines (TV) Ship: Armand Gamache/Reine-Marie Gamache/Reader Disc: Armand held no qualms about his wife bringing someone into bed with her. If, that was, he was able to partake in the spoils of her efforts as well.

Her hips shifted over your mouth, situated over your open lips, her sigh softly fallen from her lips. She’d gotten you at just the right height for your bodies to be comfortable, no strained or awkward angles. Her soft sigh echoed itself as your tongue delved into her folds. It was only her soft sounds that you needed to relax, letting your mouth focus nothing more than on the taste and feel of her. It wasn’t anything more than a soft whisper, a gentle plea at first. She just wanted something to spark, something to make her move. 

Her hands were firm on your chest. Reine-Marie let her hips chase the sensations that you brought forth from her. Every shift, every soft breath fueled you. Reine-Marie didn’t hold back, either. The sounds of her pleasure rang out through the walls of the bedroom, echoed back to your ears. The sounds and actions echoed each other, gentle grinds down onto your tongue in the same moment you would thrust into her, a stroke she more than guessed, she had to have known. It was thrilling to take her off guard, that gentle gasp of pleasure, that delicate cry making you twitch. 

Reine-Marie only claimed to hate it when your arms would wrap around her thighs, her pussy pinned to your lips, her hips pulled down to your mouth. She always begged for more, her thumbs pinched your nipples to the sides of her hands, sparking more pleasure in the second of pain. Her tightening around your tongue always was welcome, always was inspiring to continue, to reach as far into her as you can, and then find yourself sucking on her clit again. Every form of pleasure, every way to taste Reine-marie was forefront on your mind. Her cries of need only pushed you further, more deliciously into her pleasure. 

“S’il vous plaît, s’il vous plaît!" Her hips pushed harder against your jaw, and you could feel how tense she was, how much she wanted to come on your lips, even as you held her firm. “Plus Vite!” Your arms forced her thighs up to shift just slightly, placing her clit just at your lips, suctioned hard on the bundle of nerves. Her hands turned into claws for just a moment, pressing half crescents into your skin, before she let her body sag forward, her hands relaxing, and taking the brunt of her weight. Your lips sealed just once more, before your tongue laved wetly over Reine-Marie’s folds, soothing and coaxing her through the rush. 

Her breathing had almost returned to normal when your lips once again sealed over her clit, your tongue pressed quick passes over the still sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hands left your chest, and found home on the headboard, a sudden cry of oversensitivity left her lips. It was almost musical. 

Your lips pulled away to allow her the moments to relax, before your teeth nipped the inside of her thigh. Your lips pulled from her skin, only to offer a whispered tease. 

“On remet le couvert ?” Her laugh was full of air, as lofty as she surely felt above you. Her breath rasped just slightly, but her hips lowered right back over your mouth, your lips took over between her legs again. 

When Armand walked into the room, you weren’t entirely aware of his heavy footsteps, his gait into the area only surrounded with Reine-Marie and you. It was his hands on your thighs, warm and exploring, searching out the sensitive spots he knew to push and massage to open you to him. 

“Am I not to be invited to the festivities?” You wouldn’t allow Armand’s hot hands, tracing over your thighs and the base of your cock, to distract you from Reine-Marie. Armand was always a temptation, knowing just where to stroke at this point, what areas drove you to distraction. You were determined to focus just on Reine-Marie, not allowing Armand to take control of you both. His hand was delectable on your cock, and he strained your ability to follow through on your claims. Reine-Marie above you, and Armand slipped between your legs, you were already in heaven.

You were mostly successful at keeping your attention on Reine-Marie. It wasn’t until Armand’s fingers, somehow slicked with lube, slipped to your asshole that you stuttered, that you let a moan fall from your lips into her clit. But her sharp moan only encouraged your sounds. Your lips sealed around her clit again as you allowed a deeper moan, just as Armand found your prostate. You sucked that much harder, arms tightened around her thighs again, and the rest of your body tensed against the sudden pleasure. 

“You, ha, find what you were searching for?” You had to assume by her unexpected cry that Armand had leant forward, lips sealed over her nipple as he sucked. Her cry wasn’t elegant, only a cry of pleasure as you both felt your hands around the reaches of her thighs, age pocketed flesh soft against your fingers. 

Her hands were replaced by Armand’s on your chest, which led you to believe that her arms had wrapped around his head, pulling him into her. The sounds of Armand’s kisses against her chest only added to the slick sounds in the room. 

Reine-Marie could control you both by a simple laugh, if she so desired. You both would fall over for her, if it meant you were allowed her smile, for just a moment. By the way she was directing you both, she had to know that fact, too. 

Armand took the moment to thrust into you, his thick cock thrusted into you harder than you thought it would. Need flushed through all three of you, and your body squirmed under them. Reine-Marie leant forward slightly, balanced on your chest again. You could hear her and Armand breathing heavily, trying to find their pleasure through you. Reine-Marie’s lips were on Armand, her gasps fell again in moments that her lips pulled from his chest.

Armand’s noisy breath took you out of your near hypnotism of pleasing Reine-Marie, allowing her thrusts hard against your jaw, just to find that bit of pleasure she needed. His moan and her hand wrapping around your shaft just made you thrust into her grip, trying for more pleasure, more friction. Between Armand’s hands on your hips, leverage to pull you back onto his dick with, or Reine-Marie’s hand, pleasure pulled with each shift of her hand over your cock, you found pleasure in each twitch, unsure which way your hips wanted to shift into. 

It was then you felt fingers against your chin. The thickness proved them to be Armand’s, slipping to play with Reine-Marie’s clit. Your tongue quested into her, letting your shared work bring her to the edge again, fluid gushing over your chin. She was divine on your tongue as her hips slowly stopped. She knew to pull her hips a few inches from your lips, forcing you just to feel the thrusts from Armand. Your gasps were just as noisy, allowing nothing to take your focus from Armand inside you, and Reine-Marie’s hand on you. Fingers that had just been between his wife’s legs slipped into your mouth. You cleaned each digit for what you were worth, sucking hard on each finger, calluses massaged with your tongue.

Armand let his hips shift just slightly, finding your prostate and making you cum quickly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to keep Armand deep inside you. He managed only a couple more thrusts before he sighed, cumming inside you with his own moans. 

Reine-Marie was the first one to move, body moved from over your face to against your side. Your arms folded around her without hesitation, tugging her body flush against your side. Her soft skin rubbed against you, and her hand was questing on your chest, lines of fire burnt into each pass of her fingers. 

“Armand, mon ceour,” Reine-Marie spoke up, just as he was pulling out of you. “Would you be willing to take up getting us rags?” His hands slipped once more over your legs. 

“I’ll be but a moment.” He leant down, and kissed the inside of your knee, looking up at you through the action. His thumb brushed over the spot, the pressure of his lips rubbed into your skin. You allowed the silence to spread until you heard his steps disappear far enough. 

"You have it made," you whispered to Reine-Marie.

"How is that?" You kissed the skin above her ear, threads of dark silver hair pressed against your lips. 

"Armand goes to pick up after us, and you get to be held until he returns."

"And you don't have it so?"

"The feeling of holding you is unparalleled." Armand timed his entrance perfectly, sitting on the side of Reine-Marie. You watched as Armand spread open her legs, a guiding pressure that she fell so easily to. His hand was gentle, but through. Her sighs spoke of how expert he was on his wife’s body. Her curls pressed against your neck, curling into your arms. With another rag, Armand slipped his hand between your legs, cleaning you as he had his wife. Gentle, but through, ensuring you were cleaned in just the spots needing it the most.

Tags! @overlookedfile @randomfandomtrash28 @emotrash1 @unitedfandomsoftheworld @arandomnerdsblog578 @yesalwayswelles @niffysboxers @tsukiakarinobara

#.w #armand gamache #reine marie gamache #x reader #armand gamache x reader #reine marie gamache x reader #armand gamache x reine marie gamache x reader #armand gamache x reine marie gamache #threesomes are cumbersome to tag i stg #three pines fanfiction #sliding into Armand's DMs by fuckin his wife

[heartofhubris]

Ok my reading of Still Life thus far

The first time Jean-Guy is introduced its to touch Gamache

they're?? so sweet holy shit

OH MY GOD??? I'D KILL FOR THEM. Reine-Marie are you two looking for a third. Armand are you looking for a third.

call me the hunt

Hubris stop falling for guys who like birds challenge (impossible)

canon to the books moment; Armand is aware of how often indigenous people are overlooked

Inspector PeePaw

I kin Ruth so fucking hard it's unreal I love her. I love Ruth. I'd kill for Ruth. Does she need someone dead? no. I love her. She's perfect.

#still life #book club with hubris /j #ruth zardo #armand gamache

[itsaliterarymystery]

To say this book was an emotional rollercoaster would be an understatement and not do it justice. This was the second book Penny has written that made me cry, I really felt this book.

I was always looking forward to the book where the Gamache's go to Paris, but I had no idea what a wonderful, emotional, tense heartwarming journey it would be. You get to learn so much about Gamache and his family. The lives that are explored, it is such a wonderful journey. What Armand, and the people he loves, go through in this book change them all profoundly, and in such magnificent ways. One thing I particularly loved was how much Reine-Marie got to be involved, she aided him so much. Any book that she spends a lot of time with Armand in is wonderful. Their relationship, how they complement each other, help each other and love each other so intensely is beautiful.

What I did not expect with this book was the reason behind the mystery. It was inventive and creative, and, in a way (not a bad way) so out of place in the old world landscape of Paris. It was a twisty road you would have never expected. That made the book even more interesting. you never knew how this was going to end up, the mark of a wonderful mystery.

This is, by far, one of my favorite Gamache novels, a book experience I treasured having, and will look forward to having again.

[alexmotamots]

Tous les diables sont ici - Louise PENNY

Tous les diables sont ici de Louise PENNY : une enquête d'Armand Gamache à Paris

Armand et Reine-Marie se sont installés à Paris pour être près de leurs enfants et petits-enfants. Annie est d’ailleurs prête d’accoucher. Mais alors que la famille rentre tranquillement chez elle un soir après un repas au restaurant, Stephen, le parrain d’Armand est grièvement blessé. Commence alors pour Armand et Jean-Guy une enquête qui va les mener du Georges V au 36, quai des Orfèvres, en…

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#enquête #Paris

[drstherapy]

What real love means. Miss this show more than anything

#three pines #louise penny #armand gamache #reine-marie gamache

[seldonhari]

Your kindness is your greatest strength. 

Three Pines Official Trailer 

#alfred molina #three pines #threepinesedit #tvedit #armand x reine-marie #my parents #Armand Gamache #prime video #gifs

[lulabo]

I haven’t thought this through too much but I’m reading another Armand Gamache novel so of course the intensity and purity of several of the featured marriages, the depth of understanding of the difficulties of having a hard job by both parties in the marriage, the compassion they have towards their spouses both affected by the weight of these important, morally complex, inevitably emotional jobs, had me thinking about Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter.

Because two married people are sitting around in this novel talking about this one time this thing happened during a crime investigation, and this one conversation is a moderately funny anecdote, which is one side of sharing the job and coping with the darkness, and it’s off-set by a scene featuring two married people coping with the aftermath of something in a crime investigation that is traumatizing for one but inescapably part of the job for the other. And I’m thinking, in whatever timeline there is, how do Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter begin to negotiate the complexities of Steve being in the past, with all his serum-endowed capabilities, with all his knowledge of what may (but because wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey don’t touch the phlebotinum reasons may not?) happen? And decide that when all is said and done, a Steve that’s there and not in the ice, but who is Steve and not a solider, not Captain America is enough? Even a Steve that has seen and done enough in a life Peggy can only imagine, how does she accept any Steve would stand on the sidelines and watch?

Because the Steve that’s gonna show up, this is a Steve that Knows. It’s an entire universe of knowledge, of all those memorials he ran past on the Mall, all the atrocities, small and large, that he knows. And I’m not saying that Steve doesn’t deserve to rest. That’s not it. Steve went to war a scrawny kid with asthma, dove into the ice a man with untold strength and ability, and woke up 60-some odd years later to keep fighting. He’s, what 109 years old in Winter Soldier? There’s another six, sevenish years of battle ahead of him, of finding and losing Bucky, of Natasha and Sam, of watching all the most important people around him turn to dust and come back, to see the world literally fall to pieces around him. Of course Steve deserves to rest. Of course Steve deserves peace, and time, and to have all the things he wants. Of course.

But say Steve shows up at Peggy’s door, and somehow, somehow, finds a way to explain that yes, he’s there, and yes, he’s still Steve, but also, yes, he can still fight the good fight if he needed to--but he doesn’t want to. (Which, again, not saying he’s not entitled to that. I’m posing a hypothetical.) He’s seen and done enough, and a life with Peggy is what he wants now, and that’s what he’s committed to. And Peggy hears that Steve’s gone through one end of time and come out the other side, believes it and accepts it, because after all, if you can believe and accept in the concept of Steve, if you’ve seen one Steve go into a chamber and come out a Steve with the body of Captain America, you can believe and accept a lot of things. But can that Peggy, that post-WWII, pioneering Peggy, in a timeline where Steve shows up at her doorstep and asks for that dance, can that Peggy then also accept that a Steve who still could do something is choosing not to? Even recognizing the burdens he’s had to carry and the time he’s had to spend just fighting, knowing the untold ton of what he knows--he knows things that haven’t happened yet, wars that haven’t been fought, all the people cut down in their prime that could be saved--can she accept that he could be content to let it all happen? To not stand between the bullies of the world and the people who could use a Captain America? 

Maybe I’m not giving Peggy enough credit. Maybe knowing that Steve’s done enough would be enough. I honestly don’t know. There’s a scene in (one of) the lesser-era(s) of Grey’s Anatomy (I KNOW I’m SORRY) where Meredith tells Derek that she doesn’t know if she could love him if he weren’t a surgeon, because she couldn’t respect someone with his talent and knowledge and gifts who could save a friend with a brain tumor but who chose to walk away because he was tired and it had gotten hard. And I thought of that, too, when the Gamaches are sitting there in a bathroom dealing with the trauma of a crime scene they’re both intimately connected to, that while Reine-Marie has never once relished the fact that her husband’s vocation is Justice, she knows that he can’t sit idly by, and at the most essential part of them both, she wouldn’t want him to when he’s the only one who can do what he does. And it’s sad, and it’s lovely, and it’s very very sad, because they both very much want him to be at the part of his life where he doesn’t have to do his duty anymore because he’s done so much already; they’re both tired and ready for someone else to take on that mantle and make things right. But they also know that he won’t let someone else do that, because he can’t, because no one else can do what he can do. At least for now.

And the Steve at the end of Endgame can. It’s okay to put down his shield, to pass that on to someone else. But he’s going back to a Peggy who isn’t there yet. Maybe watching Steve go into the ice is enough to make her think, it’s my turn to stand between the world and the bullies. Maybe deciding his presence, where and when she is, means the world can be something different than it turned out for him, that whatever sent him back to her means nothing has to happen, and she can continue to work for the good knowing no matter what else, there’s a good man who’s got her back. I literally don’t know. I don’t know how you reconcile those things. 

I do know, however, that you can be reading a slightly cozy mystery set in a quiet Canadian village featuring violent death and beautiful, true-love marriages and still go “but HOW did Peggy and WHAT IS THE WHY of it and I JUST.”

#steve rogers #captain america #peggy carter #avengers endgame #mcu #I DON'T KNOW AND IT STRESSES ME OUT #if your narrative can't be consistent with your characterization which do you bend to your will instead

[goodoldcharley]

Pic borrowed from @illiana-mystery

Chapter 3 is up and the bordeaux sweater is making an appearance

#Armand Gamache #Three Pines #Armand Gamache x Reine-Marie #Armand Gamache x oc #Alfred Molina

[itsaliterarymystery]

This was a bit of a departure for Gamache, in a way, for several reasons. First, it was a case he "worked" on without actually being a member of the Surete. Second, it was a missing person, not a murder, at least not at first. Third, this was much more psychological, delving into Peter's heart and soul to try to understand why he did not come back, and why he visited all the places he did.

I really liked the new aspects, it was a change of pace, yet many things were still familiar, my favorite among those were Gamache and Jean-Guy's partnership. I also really liked that Reine-Marie had a much bigger role, and her partnership with Ruth was fantastic to read, and, though you did not know till the end, yielded some of the most substantial results.

This was an around the world, and around Quebec journey and it was fascinating, especially the parts in Scotland. On one hand, it did not end at all, or for the reasons, I expected it to. On the other, the result was exactly what I thought might happen, in some form.

One of the best in the series, for the new changes, and I look forward to the next installment.

#gamache #three pines