#musketeers fanfic

[oraclecat]

I FINALLY FINISHED AND POSTED MY ANGSTY SMUTTY ANNAMIS FIC!

It started as fluffy smut but morphed into a character dive. I don't know if anyone will even read it, but I'm so happy my Muse came screaming out of deep hibernation. I used to write a TON and I just haven't felt inspired or creative in that way in like 10 years, so I'm just proud to produce something I actually don't hate, LOL.

[autumnknight]

Writing my first fanfic and I didn't have ideas for Athos.

After a bit of brainstorming with others his introduction ended up double the length of the others 🙃

To be fair, I needed to introduce a cat too .

[verstarppen]

pairing; max verstappen x fem! red bull admin! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; first post since i returned WE'RE SO BACK BESTIES; happy 1 year anniversary to this absolute masterpiece and thank you all for your continuous support :D i have no words to describe how grateful i am to be back making these silly little fics.

[ series masterlist ]

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[shewhowantsmouseears]

Now I'm wondering with both of these card reveals, is this meant to be like some kind of roleswap/genderswap AU of the Three Musketeers DTV? that could mean Clarabelle may also be a musketeer in the future?

LORCANA PEOPLE, WE NEED THE LORE. WE NEED NOVELS BEHIND THESE THINGS. PLEASE. PLEEEEEEEEAAAASEEEE

[moonlight-records]

Three Musketeers Unite| LN4

pairing: ln4 + (2/4) wilson siblings

summary: Lando gets a flat on his adventure prior to the Austin GP and finds himself stuck. Luckily, he finds not only help but maybe a new friend

warning: fluff!! platonic relationships, golden retriever & black cat bestie, the 'person a doesn't know / care bout person b being famous and person b loving it'

fc: Kit Connor & Desreii on instagram

wc: 1.9k

a/n: stared writing bout my ocs and f1 drivers. these two are my ever first ocs and i love them sm. posting this just for fun!

“…Are you gonna fuck the British or—“

“Blake.”

“What?” 

Blake turns to Candi, staring at him, unamused. Lifting a finger, Candi jabs her bother in the chest softly, “No fucking the stupid Brit. Besides, he’s involved in some weird triangle with two of his friends so I doubt you wanna get involved.”

“That’s literally more reason to get involved, are you kidding me?” Blake laughs. “Oh man, let me come in and mess everything up. Suddenly you got those two teaming up to take me down. Besides, I was kidding about sleeping with Lando.” Candi raises a brow at her brother and Blake offers a sheepish smile, “okay, mostly joking. Though seriously,” dropping his voice, “where the fuck did you find him?” 

The siblings turn their gaze to Lando, who is sprawled out on the pull out couch while Moth sleeps on his chest, purring softly. Looking back at each other Candi shrugs nonchalantly. “I found him—“ 

“Found him? What is he? A stray cat?” Blake jokes.

“No.” Candi scrunches her nose, “he’s a stray dog actually.” 

Blake stares at his younger sister like she has ten heads. For someone who is the walking embodiment of a black cat decorated in piercings and tattoos and an entire black wardrobe, she really did have a talent for collecting the embodiments of some of the friendliest and more chaotic animals around. Blake just looks back before finally asking the question that’s been burning his mind since he got home. 

“How did you even find him?” 

"well, you see.."

“Moth! Honey! Where are you?” 

Candi stands in the doorway to her room as she listens. There’s a silence in the house and Candi puts her lips together because if he’s silent that means he’s either scheming or sleeping and usually it means he’s scheming. Making her way downstairs, Candi scans the living room before spotting the ball of black fluff sitting on the back of the beige couch. Making her way over, she leans down to see Moth just staring and following his gaze. 

Outside, there was a dark blue car outside. Candi blinks in confusion because this was no place for a car like this. The cul de sac was small and tucked away even though it was only 15 minutes out from Austin but—

“Who the fuck had this car why is it in front of the house?” Candi looks down hearing a meow. Green eyes meet hers before Moth turns his attention back to the window and Candi follows, seeing a mop walk around the car. He had his hands on his hips while looking at his car and Candi can only assume it’s his tire. Candi thinks for a moment if she should offer her help but decides that he’d probably fix his own tire or call a tow so she leaves it be for now but watches. 

After ten minutes, Candi stares in shock. It’s been ten minutes and no effort from the driver of this car. She can’t even blame it on service because the service around this area is actually exceptional. She watches the driver digging through his trunk and she can’t take the painful second hand embarrassment anymore as she slips her crocs on and grabs her car keys before stepping onto the porch. 

“Excuse me—“ Candi winces, hearing a head smack against the ceiling. The guy rubs the back of his head and Candi catches the curly mullet he somehow pulls off, “Are you okay?” 

“Fine!” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, my head hurts a bit but I’ll survive.” Lando turns to continue digging through his trunk.

Candi nods. “Cool. Do you need help?”

“No, no I’m okay.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, why?”

“You’ve been outside for almost ten minutes in front of a McLaren 765LT Spider and not once have you towed nor changed it and I’m starting to suspect you don’t know how to change your tire or are too embarrassed to admit you got a flat.”

Lando turns and looks down at Candi. He stares at her for a moment before glancing away, his cheeks and neck flushing before looking back at her, “Is it that obvious?” 

“Painfully.”

Lando glances away as his cheeks flush more as he laughs slightly. He covers his mouth before looking back at Candi. “Well, then yes. I would like some help.”

“Okay. Do you have a spare tire?”

“I think?”

“What do you mean you think?”

“Well, this was gifted to me and McLaren was nice enough to ship it over to the US.” Lando clears his throat, “they said everything I needed was in the car but. I don’t know. I’ve had it for two days before we came here so I haven’t really had time to see what is in the car—what are you doing?”

Lando watches Candi walk by him to the trunk of the car. He leans over seeing how she pats around before finding a handle and opening the spare tire compartment. Lando doesn’t even get a chance to move before Candi is hoisting the tire out with ease and gently putting the tire down. “Jesus.” Lando blurts out, “isn’t that heavy?”

“Not really,” Candi shrugs. She leans the tire up before going to her car and grabbing the car jack she keeps before making her way back over as she squats down and starts changing his tire.

Lando deduces that Candi likes to do things herself. No matter how hard Lando tries Candi would just brush him off. He ended up just holding the lug nuts while she changed the tire. “Thank you.” Lando tells her when it’s all said and done.

“You’re welcome. How did you even end up over here?”

“Well, I got in a bit early and I was doing some exploring for some food outside of Austin to avoid fans” Lando starts as Candi nods, “and my phone started glitching therefore maps weren’t working and then I guess I got a nail in the tire or something and I pulled over before noticing your house—”

“Ma’s.” Candi corrects, “It’s my grandma’s house.”

“Oh, sorry. I noticed your grandmother’s house so it felt like it was the best spot to…figure out what to do and now we’re here.”

“I see.”

Lando stands awkwardly for a moment before blurting out, “Do you want lunch? It’s on me. As a thank you.”

“Oh.” Candi blinks in surprise. “No—no that’s okay. Really, I don’t want to be a bother—”

“It would be no bother at all.”

Candi and Lando stare at each other again before Candi tilts her head ever so slightly. She looks Lando up and down before she narrows her eyes slightly in thought. “Wait a minute.” Candi starts, “Aren’t you that…F1 driver with that team for the Austin GP, right?”

Great. Lando thinks a bit sad that Candi has finally figured him out. Just when I thought I wasn’t dealing with a fan.There goes that semblance of being a normal person “Yeah,” Lando forces a smile. “I am—”

“You look better when you’re not in that horrible orange color.”

Lando offers an audible gasp. He looks at Candi with a mixture of shock and horror when Candi decides that the papaya orange—his papaya orange—was a horrible shade of orange. “It is not an ugly shade of orange!!”

“It so is an ugly shade.” Candi snickers slightly, “but agree to disagree, no?”

“No, actually.” Lando huffs, “we will not agree to disagree. I’m going to explain why papaya is the best shade of orange ever.”

“Well, would you like to come inside as you fail to persuade me to think otherwise?” Candi offers, “It’s hot, my edible is about to hit, and my cat is trying to explode you in your mind.” Candi turns her head at Moth staring at them, meowing wildly.

“Fine. Only because it is hot and that cat is adorable. What’s his name?”

“Mothman. Like the cryptic.” Candi starts her explanation as she leads Lando into the house rambling on about her cat.

“That explains the nice ass car.” Blake remarks while looking at Lando and Moth, “but are you serious?” Watching Candi nod, Blake laughs softly. “Well…at least he’s pretty.”

“That’s true.”

“So, is he staying for dinner?”

Candi shrugs. Blake hums softly, “Well, Ma is still on her cruise with the girls. Charles is at Jacob’s and Jade is on a trip with her streamer friends so it’s just us and I was thinking maybe Waffle House whenever we get hungry?”

“Perfect.”

Candi watches Blake make his way over to introduce himself to Lando while Moth looks up. She laughs when they finish introductions so Moth can scream at Blake. Candi and Lando laugh as Blake argues with Moth as Candi sits next to Lando, turning the TV on and putting hockey on. Blake settles on the other side of Candi as Moth stretches and hops onto Candi’s lap before laying down. Candi takes the chance to ramble on about hockey until it’s over in which Lando (with the help of Blake and Candi with their excellent pirating skills) puts on the past F1 races and let Lando info dump about them. They take a break to have Lando experience the joy of Waffle House around 9pm before they get back and Lando realizes that he needs to get back to the hotel.

“Well, thanks for fixing my tire.” Lando starts. “And for letting me just hide out here for a bit and feel like…”

“You’re a normal 24 year old hanging out with friends and not a famous F1 driver?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah well,” Candi shrugs. “It’s the least I can do. I think people forget that celebrities are also people and then are surprised when you guys do things like us. Also because I’ve never seen a single F1 race until you showed us so to me you were just a college student who comes from wealth who got lost. Though, I will say that nothing really exciting happens since I’m so tucked away so thank you for making the day less boring.”

Lando nods and is about to get into his car before stopping. “Hey. I never got your name.”

“Me?”

“Well, I know your brother’s name is Blake so yeah.” Lando offers a toothy grin.

“Candi.” Candi tells him with a smile.

“Well, Candi. If you and your brother are interested I could get you guys tickets for the race this weekend? I would like some form of communication with you to give you the tickets.”

Putting her lips together, she thinks. “Yeah, we have nothing better to do. How about, I follow you on instagram and you follow me back? I would say phone numbers but I don’t wanna download another app.” Candi jokes.

Lando laughs and grins as he takes his phone out. “Honestly, I can’t really blame you for that one.” Candi and Lando follow each other on instagram. “Okay, and done. I will see you and Blake this weekend.”

“Alright. Bye Lando.” Candi waves bye as Lando drives away. “What a weird one.”

“Yeah but, aren’t all 24 year olds weird?” Blake asks from his spot on the porch.

“You got me there. Alright, well,” Candi turns and makes her way up the porch. “..What the hell do you bring to a Grand Prix?”

“No clue…Wanna open a 6 pack and research?”

“Oh dear brother.” Candi grins. “You’re speaking my language now.”

[dani-says-stuff]

once again i’ve found myself deep in a half-dead fandom for a show that’s been over for years 😘

idk if there’s anyone else out there that cares anymore, but i might mess around and start writing for the musketeers to appease myself bc athos and aramis are just- 😩

[wingsofhcpe]

anyway f@ you bourboulon your shitty ass movie will never top them

[nocturnalstarlet]

— 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 🪐

— 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺

🪐 ››       cassian, azriel, nesta archeron, elain archeron, feyre archeron, lucien vanserra, eris vanserra.

ships i'd write for: cassian x nesta , elain x azriel , gwyn x azriel , and elain x lucien.

— 𝑩𝑩𝑪 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑹𝑺

🪐 ››       aramis, porthos.

— 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑶𝑵

🪐 ››       anthony bridgerton, daphne bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, king george iii.

— 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑳 / 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻

🪐 ››       legend, julien santos, scarlett dragna, donatella dragna, jacks/prince of hearts.

— 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑫

🪐 ››       phoebe halliwell, paige matthews, wyatt halliwell, chris halliwell.

— 𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑺𝒀 𝑱𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑿

🪐 ››       warren rojas, eddie roundtree, graham dunne, camila alvarez, karen sirko, daisy jones, simone jackson.

— 𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺

🪐 ››       dominic toretto, brian o'conner, letty ortiz, mia toretto, roman pearce, deckard shaw, tej parker, han lue.

ships i'd write for: dom x letty.

— 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 / 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵

🪐 ››       tormund giantsbane, podrick payne, sansa stark, robb stark, jorah mormont, theon greyjoy, sandor clegane, samwell tarly, rhaegar targaryen, daenerys targaryen.

🪐 ››       aemond targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, alicent hightower, daemon targaryen.

— 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹

🪐 ››       ron weasley, hermione granger, dean thomas, blaise zabini, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, cedric diggory, viktor krum.

🪐 ››       james potter, lily evans, narcissa black, regulus black, andromeda black, sirius black, remus lupin, frank longbottom, peter pettigrew, lucius malfoy, pandora lovegood, alice fortescue, marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, emmeline vance, dorcas meadows.

🪐 ››       theseus scammander

🪐 ››       teddy lupin

🪐 ››       godrick gryffindor, rowena ravenclaw, helga hufflepuff, salazar slytherin

**a very big fuck you to jkr. this account is HEAVILY anti jkr and always will be. **while some of the fics for these characters may occur during their time at hogwarts, the characters will be assumed to be 18+ regardless of fic type.

— 𝑰𝑻

🪐 ››       richie tozier, stanley uris, ben hascom, mike hanlon.

**none of my writing for these characters will take place in the first film. i may instead do college!fics for this. everything else will come from when they're adults.

— 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑳 / 𝑿-𝑴𝑬𝑵

🪐 ››       steve rogers, james buchanan "bucky" barnes, natasha romanoff, yelena belova, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, bruce banner, druig.

🪐 ››       john allerdyce (pyro), bobby drake (iceman), peter rasputin (colossus), scott summers (cyclops), alex summers (havoc), anna marie lebeau (rogue), logan howlett (wolverine), ororo munroe (storm), peter maximoff (quicksilver), charles xavier, erik lehnsherr.

— 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺

🪐 ››       pope heyward, sarah cameron, kiara carrera, jj maybank, john b routledge, rafe cameron, topper thornton.

— 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝒀 𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺

🪐 ››       thomas shelby, arthur shelby, john shelby, michael gray, finn shelby.

— 𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑻𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵

🪐 ››       felix catton, venetia catton, farleigh start.

— 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴

🪐 ››       tara carpenter, sam carpenter, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, ethan landry.

— 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬

🪐 ››       aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, juliette ferrars.

— 𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭

🪐 ››       derek hale, peter hale, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, lydia martin, scott mccall.

— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺

🪐 ››       finnick odair, haymitch abernathy.

ships i'd write for: finnick x annie

— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬

🪐 ››       elijah mikaelson, marcel gerard, klaus mikaelson, kol mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson, bonnie bennett, enzo st. john, stefan salvatore, damon salvatore, jeremy gilbert, caroline forbes, elena gilbert.

— 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫

🪐 ››       eric northman, jason stackhouse, alcide herveaux , jessica hamby.

— 𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

🪐 ››       charlie swan, carlisle cullen, emmett cullen, rosalie hale, alice cullen, sam uley, paul lahote, jared cameron.

— 𝑾𝑬𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑫𝑨𝒀 / 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀

🪐 ››       morticia frump, gomez addams, wednesday addams, enid sinclair, bianca barclay.

ships i'd write for: morticia x gomez.

— 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺

🪐 ››       ransom drysdale (knives out), andy barber (defending jacob), killian jones (ounce upon a time).

don't see what you're looking for? feel free to ask if i know a fandom/ship/character and if am willing to write what you're looking for!!

[oraclecat]

Am I ever going to finish this smutty Annamis fic I've been working on for over a month?? I am such a damn slow writer, and it's taken on a life of its own and grown into a freaking novella. I'd forgotten how much WORK this is, LOL.

It would also be helpful if the Muse would let me focus and not constantly send me lines and scenes for one of the other seven or eight Annamis fics I've started.

[ms-oswald]

Collection of all my writing wrapped under one sheet. To the intrigued, hope you will enjoy! lots of love 💕

COMING SOON -> TBC CURRENT -> HOMESICK {FINAN x OC} LATEST -> EMMENEZ-MOI AU PAYS DES MERVEILLES {AEMOND x OC} // OCEAN EYES {UHTRED x OC}

FINAN || TIMELESS {SERIES, COMPLETE}

FINAN || UNSPOKEN WORDS

FINAN || IF I HAD A HEART

FINAN || HOMESICK {SERIES, CURRENT}

SIHTRIC || HOLD MY HAND {+} HOLD ON TO ME

SIHTRIC || PAPER HEART

OSFERTH || UNKNOWN/nth

UHTRED || OCEAN EYES {SERIES, COMPLETE}

AEMOND TARGARYEN || STARRY NIGHT

AEMOND TARGARYEN || EMMENEZ-MOI AU PAYS DES MERVEILLES

tbc

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tbc

tbc

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CHRIS EVANS || BEFORE WE GO {SERIES, COMPLETE}

CHRIS EVANS || STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT {+} IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME

STEVE ROGERS || IT'S TIME

RANSOM DRYSDALE || MARTY ROBBINS

BEN HARDY || WHO'S THE BOSS {SERIES, COMPLETE}

BEN HARDY || DREAMS

BEN HARDY || HAPPY BIRTHDAY

BEN HARDY || SECOND CHANCES

thank you @arcielee for these wonderful dividers! thank you @itbmojojoejo for showing me the ways of canva 💕

[grungyyuvu]

“You’re a cheat!” The Red Guard, Dujon, bellowed again, reaching for his sword. “I’ll cut you down where you stand!” 

The gathered crowd shuffled back slowly, leaving the three soldiers a wide berth. Despite the sword pointed in his face, Technoblade remained calm and unphased. “Phil, he’s going to cut me down!” 

"You'll live," was the response.

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A rushed lil mspaint doodle to celebrate my new fic!! If you have the time, please give it a read! It's an SBI-centric musketeers au :)) I'll promise you'll love it!!

[anamariamauricia]

icymi i posted the final chapter of The Future's in Our Hands

[vera-dauriac]

Hi hi Vera! 💜 For the fic ask game, any or all of the below!

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

And my own question (which you totally don't have to answer!), which is:

🥙 Do have any big or small parts of any already published fics that you'd like to go back and change/expound upon/turn in a different direction?

My best!

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

This is a hard one, not because I love all my fics, but because there are two I’m especially fond of that I think are really well written. Considering, I’ve posted (checks AO3) 84 (!) fics, I’m going to allow myself two.

My favorite one shot is definitely my first Athelar (Vikings) fic, Weaving.

My favorite multi-chapter fic is my my longest Louis/Philippe (Versailles) fic, A Slow Eclipse.

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

I have received sooooo many lovely comments over the years, and somehow I’ve managed to ensnared a few loyal readers, and I have to call out 3 of them.

@loveel-who I’m pretty sure is the only person who has read everything I’ve written, and she’s so wonderful about leaving comments. Even if it’s a fandom she doesn’t know, I give her some quick background and maybe a gif, and she dives in and loves it. She’s the best and always tells me my smut hot.

@automaticdreamlandkid doesn’t just leaves comments. She leaves these giant walls of text screaming about every single thing she likes in the fic, and every one of these comments makes me giddy.

@storyskein has often been my enabler and someone who has kindly helped me with fics, even when it’s not her fandom. But she also left what might be my favorite comment ever, and I’m not sure if it made me cry, but I get a little choked up when I think about it. Her comment on Weaving said, “for all the amazing smut on this site, erotic joy is actually really rare, and you captured it.”

🥙 Do have any big or small parts of any already published fics that you'd like to go back and change/expound upon/turn in a different direction?

When I first started posting fic, I absolutely did NOT know what I was doing. For a long time, I toyed with going back to my original Athamis (The Musketeers) series The Debts We Make, and rather than being a slightly disjointed series, I wanted to make it a proper multi-chapter fic that was more novel-shaped than the slightly random thing it is. I never did, but part of me still thinks it would be an interesting exercise.

Thanks so much for asking! Others can feel free to drop me asks from this list.

[writesick-lover]

Please don't leave

D'Artagnan x fem!reader

⤞ My masterlist ⤝

A/N: Hiii, so yeah, this is basically my first post of a one-shot I wrote like a year ago but I am still proud of it to this day. At first it was written based on D'Artagnan from the movie The Three Musketeers but later on I realised that it works perfectly with the one from the series as well so you got both of them here haha. I also decided to leave this in a 3rd pov despite reader's involvement in this story. Anyway, please enjoy and let me know how you like it ;D

Warning: none it's just fluff

Summary: D'Artagnan and his wife wake up to another morning in their bed until they realise the daunting truth of what is to come.

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Another cold morning had hit the residents of Paris. The early busy streets were haunted by a mysterious fog and the warm breaths of people talking with each other in hopes of buying something for what little they had. Amongst the civilians, a bunch of feathered hats moved around. The musketeers, the pride and joy of the King's army, were up early and ready to protect their country and their King. All of them but one.

She pulled her bedsheets up, trying to hide from the merciless cold that had crept into her usually warm bedroom. She could use the feeling of his body to fight the cold but found no strength to search for his touch as her place in the bed was partially warmed up by her. As if her thoughts called him, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. It felt just like the usual morning they were to spend together. Except it wasn't. 

The reality hit her like a wild horse and broke all of her dreams of a lovely morning into pieces. "Charles," she croaked. There was no response but she knew he was up, he was a light sleeper, his profession made him to be one. "Charles," she tried again. A sound returned to her voice and finally hit his ears as he snuggled closer to the crook of her neck. 

"Oui, mon ange?" he mumbled against her skin, placing a small kiss. It was prickling like a needle as she slowly realized it might have been one of the last kisses she was to receive from him. 

"You have to go," her voice shook and she gulped, to swallow the lump in her throat caused by the urge to cry. 

He groaned, realizing the truth as well, but choosing to ignore it in favor of more cuddles. "No, we still have time."

She sighed as she glanced at the clock, "No, we don't, the musketeers will be here any minute." She started wiggling, trying to break free from his grip that only tightened, making her break a smile whilst she kept on trying. "I have to prepare you a bath. And get your clothes," 

"No, you don't, I can do it later," he muttered sleepily, pulling her as close as physically possible. 

"I do, or you'll have to go through the embarrassment of being dragged out of the bed naked by one of your brothers in arms," she giggled, hitting his hand which had proven to be the right method to make him let go. 

"Please don't leave," he begged, setting off a tear down her cheek. However, it quickly dried as she gasped when the freezing air hit her skin, biting into every inch of her naked body. 

She quickly dressed herself, and he, unbeknownst to her, was watching her with adoration. All of her motions, the way she tied her hair into a ponytail with a black tie, creating a small bowtie at the top. How she quickly put on her underwear to fight of the spreading goosebumps on her skin, small almost inaudible gasps escaping her lips with each movement. The way she perfectly slipped into the black dress he gave her last winter, the one she wore every time he had to leave her. And after all those times, he learned to despise the dress, wishing he never had given it to her. Wishing she never had to put it on, on another of those mornings.

As she left the room, it was as if a symphony he didn't even realise was enveloping his entire world came to a halt. But then her voice rang across the house and he found himself fighting the cold outside their bed just to get to her. As he washed, she made sure everything was ready for him. She always did. She didn't even forget the small package of food for the way, no matter how many times he had told her that Porthos would bring something. And every time, he made sure to eat everything she packed for him instead of what Porthos had brought. 

He was drying himself up when he noticed the unusual silence coming from his significant other. "Why so silent, amour?"  

"Just a lot of thoughts," she shrugged, forcing a smile onto her lips, even though her eyes glistened with tears. 

His posture softened under her teary gaze, but it didn't stop him from his usual habits. "You don't have to mourn, you know I will be back," he grinned arrogantly, letting out his boyish attitude to reduce her worries. But it was very like him to laugh in the face of Death and then escape, no matter how carelessly he threads the line between life and death. She smiled honestly this time, a small giggle escaping her lips and he wished he could trap it in a jar and take it with him. She opened her mouth to retort back but was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. 

"D'Artagnan, you better not be sleeping or I will break this door down and drag your ass out whether it's naked or not! Athos is already waiting for us on the academy grounds." Aramis' voice roared from the outside. Her eyebrow lifted, glancing at D'Artagnan who was half naked with a towel in his hands. "I suppose you are at the risk of a major embarrassment." 

"I'm not if my love makes sure to hold them up for me," he smirked devilishly as she rolled her eyes, already heading for the door.  "Sometimes I wish to not do as you say and witness the actual threat getting fulfilled, I think I'd find it more than hilarious," she yelled at him in the middle of her tracks, a mischievous smile, he could see in his mind, painting her lips. "You wouldn't do me that dirty, you love me too much for something like that," he managed to answer while frantically trying to put on his pants.

"Do I really?" she teased, grabbing the door knob and twisting it.

"Hello, gentlemen," she smiled brightly at the two musketeers in front of her. They bowed their heads while holding their hats in an elegant matter, both smiling at her, Aramis appearing to be more joyful than any other time. "My lady." 

"Definitely not yours!" D'Artagnan's voice thundered from the other room. 

"She will be if you don't come out ready this instant!" Aramis snapped back, throwing a bold wink at the lady of the house. She could only roll her eyes at the cheesy gesture as she leaned on the door frame, preventing the two men from entering any further. She smiled politely. "You will have to forgive me, but I oppose to that idea, unfortunately," 

Aramis grabbed her hand and placed his lips on top of it. "Oh, what a shame, my gorgeous lady,"  he sighed after holding it for longer than appropriate, only making her chuckle. 

"Fortunately!" Charles yelled out again. 

"Mon amour, I cannot hold them much longer. Aramis is gonna be all over me if you don't get here soon," a smirk on her face met Aramis' similair one in front of her as Charles D'Artagnan appeared from behind her, accompanied by a loud crash. 

He puffed out his chest after his 'graceful' entrance. "Weren't you the one who taught me not to profane the lady?" he send daggers Aramis' way, towering over the two of his friends, "And here you are, dragging my wife into whatever is going on in that head of yours. I think this matter cannot be resolved any other way than a proper fight upon our return," her eyes widened upon the words of her husband as she noticed the challenging sparks in the musketeers' eyes.

"In no way are you fighting after your return. I will be more than thankful to have you come in one piece after those few weeks so don't you even think about getting yourself killed the very next day," she turned around to fix his shirt and coat that was visibly put on in a hurry. However, she did not fail to handle his clothes with rough tugs, a heat rising in his chest from the warning fire in her eyes. "And you better not let him do anything stupid, I know he will try anyways," she turned around again, eyeing the other musketeers who bowed again under the urging flames.

"At your service, my lady," they smirked in Charles' face and set off running  when he gave chase and chased them all the way to the front yard and to where the horses were already prepared to set off. She followed them, walking to the front yard slowly with a soft laugh but quieted the second she saw them by the horses. D'Artagnan was still with his feet on the ground and waiting for her with a glint in his eyes. Oh, how she was going to miss his dark loving eyes only ever laid on her and the warmth of his body on all of those winter mornings. Oh, how he was going to miss the sweet, sweet smile of hers and the way her voice sounded between the walls of their house. How he was never looking forward to the deafening silence around him without her presence, despite Porthos' mouth never shutting up during the missions. It was a list of unspoken vows they never told to each other out loud but they could always feel it, the way the world stopped at that very moment. 

And without any wait, when she was within his reach, he pulled her into a bittersweet kiss, sending thousands of painful but sweet needles down their lips as both of them knew this may be their last. It was long, full of longing and pain, but mesmerising enough to deafen Aramis' scoff in the back. "Please don't leave," she begged after their lips finally parted, her forehead resting on his. She begged again after he hopped on his horse and again right before they departed. "You know I will come back," he reassured her. And yet, she kept on begging in silence, hoping that he would keep true to his word again just as he did up until now.

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[lizzy-cassel-de-la-fere]

Me watching the three musketeers - d'artagnan again to get Inspiration for my newest fanfic ♥️ i stopped writing for nearly a year and my passion for writing returned because of this two movies ♥️ and Monsieur Athos of course🤭

[scarletwritesshit]

🪦And Then There Were Two 🪦 TTM Zine

Written for @ttmzine.

Akihiko sat down in the grass right next to where Shinjiro was resting.

"It’s been pretty damn rough for us, hasn’t it, Shinji? Felt like we could never catch a break there for a while. I think now, though, I can finally say that it’s over," Akihiko said.

Not like he was expecting Shinjiro to reply at all.

"We can relax. After all of these years, we can finally relax."

Shinjiro had as few words as ever to exchange with Akihiko. The silence from him this time, however, was different. It was eerie. It was heartbreaking.

"We won, Shinji."

Akihiko leaned his head against Shinjiro’s headstone. He didn’t, no, he couldn’t respond, but Akihiko swore that he could still hear Shinjiro scoffing at him.

Tch. I knew we could do it.

Akihiko still couldn’t help but feel like Shinjiro had yet to truly depart from this world, despite his body now resting six feet under beside him. Shinjiro was practically counting on his inevitable death, even after rejoining S.E.E.S. It was a fact that he was quite stubborn about. But not stubborn enough to slack off with the growing presence of the shadows becoming a greater and greater risk to his friends. And he was especially too stubborn to let a fatal shot to the chest deter him from babysitting Akihiko.

His pigheaded demeanor was why Akihiko was convinced that Shinjiro was still with them, one way or another. He had to be listening to Akihiko right at this very moment as he was trying to stop himself from shedding any tears. He banged his fist on edge of Shinjiro’s headstone, which was unwise given that he was still recovering from his neglected injuries that had accumulated during the end of January.

You absolute dumbass.

Perhaps the pain medication was causing him to hear things. Or maybe he hadn’t taken quite enough. Regardless, that gruff voice of disappointment from Shinjiro wasn’t leaving Akihiko’s mind any time soon. If he really was here, Shinjiro would be mocking Akihiko for his little bouts of stupidity.

And he kind of missed that.

"Knocking on his grave won’t wake him up, Akihiko."

Clenching his bandaged fist in pain, Akihiko looked up to see Mitsuru walking towards him and Shinjiro’s grave. He couldn’t tell, but Mitsuru appeared to be carrying some kind of faded gold object in her hand.

"It’s worth a shot with that bastard," he said, forcing himself to stand up. "What brings you here?"

"The same reason as you. To give our friend the goodbye he deserves," Mitsuru said.

First, Akihiko lost his sister when he was incredibly young. Now, he had to deal with the lingering pain of both an old and a new friend passing on all too soon. Initially, Akihiko managed to force himself to press on. All of his grief was channeled into cutting down shadow after shadow. Now that the dust had finally settled, he couldn’t repress it anymore, and Mitsuru could see it.

"Akihiko, you don’t have to hold back your tears," Mitsuru said. "There’s no use in doing so."

"Shinji wouldn’t want that!" he said, once again knocking the headstone with disregard for his injured hand.

"Shinjiro wouldn’t want to see his friends in pain, either. I believe that we have fought more than hard enough to justify such feelings."

"Pity won’t get us anywhere" Akihiko said, wiping away the tears that were leaking out, "…I’m surprised to not see Ken with you today."

"Every day after coming home from school, he’s exhausted as his energy hasn’t full recuperated quite yet. Fighting the incarnation of Death took more out of him than he’s willing to admit. He is only eleven, after all, and he isn’t the unstoppable superhero that every boy his age thinks he is."

"Understandable. Even I haven’t exactly recovered and it’s been over three months since we fought Nyx."

"Which is why you should take it easy and not repeatedly knock on Shinjiro’s grave."

"Don’t act like you’re completely okay yourself."

"Ha, a rare moment of something that both of you would agree upon. It’s like he’s still here with us."

The two of them went dead silent for a few minutes. The smile that was on Mitsuru’s face quickly dissipated, and Akihiko clenched his fist.

"It’s just not the same without him," Akihiko said.

"It really isn’t," Mitsuru said, sitting down on the side of Shinji’s headstone opposite of where Akihiko was. "I wish he could’ve been with us to see things through to the end, at the very least."

"Or maybe he lucked out being spared from the heartbreak of losing Kotone. But he will never actually know that we won."

"That’s not entirely true," Mitsuru said, "he’s right between us, isn’t he?"

Akihiko looked down to his side. "I guess so, in a way."

"Which is why I’m here. To tell him everything, as if he were still with us, so that he may finally have closure and rest peacefully once and for all."

"He deserves to know that Nyx has been bested, at the very least. Hopefully sealed away and gone for good, along with the core source of our problems.”

"Not to mention, Takaya most likely died in the collapse of Tartarus as well,” Mitsuru added. “Dead or not, he suffered the downfall that he deserved for taking Shinji’s life."

"I wonder how he would feel about Jin dying. Probably call him some kind of coward considering the way he chose to go out."

"Can’t say for sure. He would probably be just another dead rat in the road to him."

"A good riddance, if anything," Akihiko said. “Probably spit at him for choosing to put an end to his own life.”

“Then again, Jin didn’t have much of a chance with how long he had been taking the Persona suppressors, so what would’ve been the point in him agonizingly dragging his life out?”

“Shinjiro felt the same about his own life too, you know.”

“Perhaps so,” Mitsuru said, gazing off towards the cemetery laid out before her. “They were alike in similar ways; same bodily deterioration, same unfortunate fate."

“Now, don’t go comparing those two, otherwise Shinjiro would scold both of us from beyond the grave,” Akihiko said with a saddened laugh.

“As much as I would love to see him again, that is certainly one encounter I would choose to avoid if we can.”

Akihiko nodded his head in agreement. “Thankfully, such encounters are nothing more than a farfetched fantasy. Then again, I say that after meeting Ryoji.”

“Can he really be any stranger than the concept of shadows and Personas? He was merely Death itself sealed inside of Kotone by Aigis,” Mitsuru said, abruptly going silent to think about just how truly absurd the words she was speaking sounded.

“It sounds absolutely wild, Shinji, but it’s true. You never did find out about Ryoji’s existence, did you? He was the embodiment of Death living inside of Kotone for an entire decade, until it was kind of our fault he reemerged in the end. But think about how ridiculous it sounds, Kotone had to carry that thing around like she was Death’s surrogate mother!” Akihiko said with a laugh.

“Shinjiro would absolutely knock you upside the head for that comment,” Mitsuru said, giving Akihiko a light pat on his shoulder. “But when you put it that way, it does sort of make sense.”

“Are you sure you haven’t accidentally taken my painkillers, by chance? Its one thing for me to say it, but you agreeing with me is a whole new level of…of pure absurdity!”

“Akihiko, you have to admit, it is nice for us to laugh over something silly like this like the old days.”

“Except I don’t think Shinji is laughing. I can hear him sighing and looking at us with his typical disgruntled frown. ‘Physical embodiments of Death? Inside of my friend? What the hell kind of nonsense are you guys even talking about?’”

“He would,” Mitsuru said, “…he absolutely would.”

Akihiko and Mitsuru fell completely silent once more. It finally began to sink in that Shinjiro missed out on far more than saving the world from Nyx and the shadows. The precious little moments in between their Dark Hour expeditions were very short lived for him. He hardly ever had the chance to walk Koromaru, who had practically become a son to him during the short time he lived at the S.E.E.S. dormitory. The trio never did make it back to the ramen shop for lunch like their middle school days.

No more laughing at Aigis’s nonsense together. No more cooking meals for S.E.E.S. It all slipped away from Shinjiro in an instant, in the same way his life slipped away from his friends.

“Mitsuru, did he ever actually make a formal decision in regards to coming back to school?” Akihiko asked.

Mitsuru shook her head. “He didn’t. He was gone long enough for most of our classmates to remember him as a back-alley thug, if they even recalled his presence at all. Shinjiro’s memory lives among the students as nothing more than some unruly delinquent, rather than a fellow student that had fallen on unfortunate times.”

“At least he had friends to remember him as a human, and not alley trash left to the wind,” Akihiko said with a sigh. “With classmates like that, would he have even wanted to go on that trip with us?”

“Probably not,” Mitsuru said, looking at his headstone. “Shinji, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you wouldn’t have wanted to come anyways. You would’ve spent the majority of the trip huffing and sighing in a corner away from everyone.

“I guarantee it would’ve taken him the remainder of the school year to pry him away from Koromaru, making up some kind of excuse like, ‘someone has to keep the dog out of trouble for the week.’”

“That reminds me, Akihiko. How has Koromaru been fairing?”

“Wish I could say he has been doing better than me, but there’s been days where I’ve seen him laying down in the kitchen looking up at the counter and whining.”

“Shinjiro did feed Koromaru a lot, even if he did try to hide it.”

“And he never did a good job of hiding it either. I always knew he liked dogs and the like, anyways. When we were kids, he was completely obsessed with the idea of owning his own pet one day. Specifically a dog. Not to mention, he always cried when the dog died in the movie and I would make fun of him for it. Even as we got older, he could not hold back the painfully obvious tears flowing down his face at even merely the sight of a dog getting injured.”

“Koromaru joining the team must’ve been a dream come true for him then,” Mitsuru said with a little laugh.

“Absolutely,” Akihiko said, “he would never admit it, but he loved Koromaru to death. I feel so bad for that boy, as he had lost not one, but three loving guardians.”

“Ken’s been taking care of him from what I’ve heard.”

“It’s what Shinji would’ve wanted. He wants both Koro-chan and the kid to have a better life than what he had, even after everything Ken had attempted back in October. He was too stubborn to show it, but Shinjiro really was a good man.”

“He would also want me to get straight to the point,” Mitsuru said, standing up, “as I still have yet to fulfill the one reason why I have come here.”

"Are you leaving soon? If so, I’m going to stay with him just a little while longer, but I do have one question before you go, Mitsuru."

"Hm?"

"What’s that that you bought with you?"

"Oh, this?" Mitsuru said, holding the golden object in her hand. "It’s a pocket watch."

"A... pocket watch?"

"It belonged to Shinjiro. Kotone found it at the police station and asked me to make sure that it made it back to him safely. She was far too exhausted to bring it back to him herself, so I agreed to be the one to return it to its rightful owner."

Mitsuru kneeled down and placed the pocket watch atop Shinjiro’s grave. It shined dully in the afternoon sunlight, and its surface was covered in scratches from age. For a pocket watch lost from a then homeless man, it was still in surprisingly good shape. As he observed it, Akihiko couldn’t help but feel like he wished Kotone found the watch and returned it to Shinjiro sooner. Maybe things could’ve been different, like the butterfly effect leading to the survival of his longtime best friend.

Would it even have made any difference in the end?