#Marsac

[take2intotheshower]

The Deserter.

(The Musketeers Season 1, Episode 4 - The Good Soldier)

[wingsofhcpe]

I love how so many of us in the musketeers fandom has sort of just decided that marsac and aramis were exes and accepted it as canon. Like, the vibes between them point so much to that, that many of us went "huh..." and just rolled with it.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Interior of the church in Marsac, Marche region of central France

French vintage postcard

[musketeermaiden]

[enigma-the-mysterious]

It always irks me how they just had to make Marsac assault Constance because otherwise the audience was getting too attached to him as he was incredibly fucked over by the system and dammit the man made some extremely valid points!!!

[dragongutsixofficial]

Thoughts on episode 4 s1:

I love Tréville and Richelieu's interactions. I need to see more of them together on screen

How does Tréville's coat hang on his shoulder like that ?????

During that confrontation scene the gang looked ready to throw him down the fucking stairs. He knew

Louis XIII is actually a pretty nice character so far !! I'm surprised oAo

The Duke of Savoy being surprised over Athos wanting to kill him while book!Athos never needed a reason to kill anyone

A bit disappointed that the King's sister wasn't the evil mastermind all along but the intrigue still slayed

Not enough Milady. but Richelieu was there so it's all good

Constance if your fate is anything like it is in the book you better learn to shoot and fight like a pro

Did Aramis put his own sword on Marsac's grave ? If so, I'll be checking if he still uses it in the next episode. "actually I need this, sorry bro"

[wingsofhcpe]

so uh

"Old friend" is a gayass thing to call someone

[zanephillips]

JULIEN DRION Spiral #2.01

[seance]

THE MUSKETEERS 10TH ANNIVERSARY REWATCH / fave episodes [2/?] ↳ SEASON 1, EPISODE 4 / the good soldier

[take2intotheshower]

The Traitor.

(The Musketeers Season 1, Episode 4 - The Good Soldier)

[enigma-the-mysterious]

And a wild J J Feild appears xD

Me, just chilling, watching BBC The Musketeers: JJ Feild?!

[wingsofhcpe]

[AI-less Whumptober 2023, Day 16: Chronic Pain]

After Marsac's death, Aramis spirals.

Character(s): Aramis/René d'Herblay, Athos/Comte de la Fère, Porthos du Vallon, d'Artagnan

Relationship(s): Aramis/René d'Herblay & Athos/Comte de la Fère & Porthos du Vallon & d'Artagnan

Rating: T

[postcard-from-the-past]

Château de Marsac, Marche region of central France

French vintage postcard

[musketeermaiden]

every day i wake up, and i long for more Aramis/Marsac, pre-canon fics

(this would be fixed if i just opened my Musketeer word document and started typing)

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

plus france abducted his chancellor because - still from the duke's pov - cluzet had sniffed out the plot + was advising the duke to ally with spain instead. yes cluzet was a spanish spy before that, but why is that treated like an unforgivable sin when the duchess being a french spy is considered brave and praiseworthy and worth the life of 20 musketeers? OBVIOUSLY cluzet was going to think it was better to side with the country that wasn't trying to kill his head of state??

and yeah the duke slaughtered the musketeers and it was dishonorable to attack them when they were unprepared but it's richelieu and treville offered up the musketeers regiment as a sacrifice. from the duke's perspective, a neighboring superpower with a vested interest in getting his half-french son on his throne was making an incursion into his territory to murder him. he wasn't taking any chances and frankly all the main characters of the show, even the good guys, are personally responsible for stuff that is WAY more morally reprehensible than taking an assassination squad by surprise. it's france's fault he thought they were assassins, so his retaliation is on them. his sentiment that france is "a nation of liars and cheats" is entirely justified from the info he has (the info he was purposely fed by france), and I'd argue he'd have even more reasons to hate and distrust them if he knew the whole truth. the whole episode is a shabby cover-up of a previous cover-up and we're supposed to be happy the duke gets duped into signing that treaty with a government that has done nothing but threaten his sovereignty and treat him like an idiot and a pawn.

and let's not forget that while the first "coup" was only a misdirection to protect the duchess, richelieu starts hinting at plotting a real one WITHIN SECONDS OF THE TREATY BEING SIGNED AT THE END. the duke is right all along the line. apart from generally being extremely unpleasant of a person I'd say he didn't deserve that bullshit and he should have gone with the spanish alliance. aramis and treville's reconciliation over being "soldiers who follow their orders no matter where they lead, even to death" is huhhhhhhhhhh. an interesting conclusion to this particular episode.

rewatching the savoy episode, huhhhhh.... the duke isn't the bad guy? he's rude and brash and arrogant and brutal, but from an objective standpoint he wasn't the villain of the situation. we all hate him because the savoy massacre was awful and we don't like to see aramis be sad, but france started it all when, from his pov, they tried to have him assassinated out of political convenience. it's not like he set out to kill people for fun.

[bullet-prooflove]

To The Grave: Captain Jean Treville x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @@lovemissyhoneybee @sekretwindow @rey4kat

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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