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Phantom

Aramis x Reader (The Musketeers)

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Part One of Three

Summary: Aramis’s paramour is proclaimed dead by the man she was set to marry. Having escaped her murder attempt, the reader tries to reach Aramis before a worse fate can befall him at the hands of her betrayer.

Notes: I really wanted to write my own interpretation on what happens to Adele and what Aramis’s reaction would be. I didn’t use the Cardinal though because I wanted a character more expendable for revenge purposes. I also know that Pinon is much farther away, but for the sake of the story, I’m making it closer. Also was only meant to be one part, but we all know I can’t write short things. Sorry!

Warnings: The usual- violence, mentions of death/assault, Aramis steaminess (of course)

More Musketeer imagines: HERE

“She died screaming your name, musketeer scum!” Visage sneered. The horse trampled over fallen leaves, each step thundering in Aramis’s ears. “She pleaded for you to come to her! To save her.” The wretch aimed his pistol, but Aramis continued running after him. “You failed.”

He fired. The shot rang past the musketeer’s ear. He kept running but his speed was no match for Visage’s horse.

“Come back and fight me you coward!” Aramis screamed. “Visage!”

Athos broke through the trees, followed closely by the other two.

Visage fired again. Again, it failed to find its mark. Porthos called out to Aramis. He didn’t hear him.

“I’ll be back for you, filth! The embarrassment you’ve forced upon me will be nothing compared to the pain I have planned for your death!” Visage shouted. He took something from his bag. “Have this token as a promise.” A glint of gold fell to the forest floor and Visage disappeared into the morning mist.

“Aramis!” The three chased after him. D’Artagnan stopped to examine the item from Visage.

He ran until his lungs felt that they’d burst. Even after he couldn't see him anymore, he sprinted with fire in his blood and tears in his eyes. It couldn’t be true. He’d catch Visage and force him to confess the lie.

It couldn’t be true.

“Aramis, stop!” Athos called. He caught up to his breathless friend and grabbed him by the shoulder. “Stop. He’s gone.”

“We can’t allow him to escape,” Aramis gasped. His mouth tasted bitter. His lungs heaved for air.

“We won’t.”

Porthos joined the two. In the distance, D’Artagnan hurried after them, examining something in his palm intently.

“What the hell happened?” Porthos asked. “Was that who I thought that was?”

Realization struck Athos first as Aramis hit his knees. His shaking breaths turned to sobs he couldn’t bring himself to suppress.

“Where is she?” Athos froze in place, his words carrying his understanding panic. “Aramis, where is she?”

Aramis looked at the ground.

“What is this?” D’Artagnan held up a lilac-colored ribbon. Aramis reached a hand to take it from him. At the end of the ribbon was a metal locket, spattered with the gore of dried blood. Aramis opened the latch and a small note of his writing fell to the ground before him.

Paradis.

Heaven.

It was the name he’d given Y/N, whispered in intimate moments in the dark.

“He killed her,” Aramis said, words heavy with the guttural pain gnawing at every inch of his being. He glanced up at his companions with tearful eyes. “He killed Y/N.”

The charcoal swooped across the page, creating the line of the sheet draped over his stomach, concealing what lay underneath. You shaded the defined curves and lines of his chest, biting your lip in concentration.

“Are you nearly finished?” Aramis teased, eyes still twinkling in the way you’d drawn them on the paper in your hand. You peeked up over your sketchbook. His gaze grew lustrous and wanting. “I’m not sure I can be still much longer with you looking at me like that.”

You smirked. “I’m nearly there. Be patient.”

“Patience is a virtue I haven’t quite gotten the hang of.” He cocked a brow and lifted his foot to graze against the flesh of your thigh in an attempt to coax you back to him. Though his touch left a tingling spark in your nerves, you persevered in your resistance for a few more strokes of your charcoal.

“Just a few more details…” You mused. You finished the shadow on his arms, crossed comfortably beneath his head, and added a few more strands to his dark, unruly mane. “There. Finished.” You beamed proudly at your work and flicked your eyes up to your bedmate to compare the drawing’s likeness.

“Let me see,” Aramis said, holding out his hand for your book. You clutched it to your chest. He sat up to reach, but you jumped up, scurrying away from his grasp. His mouth fell open with an amused whine. “I’ve just laid here for an hour so you could draw. I think I’ve more than earned a preview.”

“Well, then you’ll have to come and get it.” You stepped back, your back brushed against your curtains.

“Very well.” Aramis tossed the blankets aside and stood before you.

Naked.

You erupted with laughter.

He marched across the room, prompting you to hurry away again, but he gave chase despite his lack of clothing. Your squealing giggles filled the room and his arms locked around you. He plucked the notebook from your hand and examined his portrait with a victorious smile.

“This is actually quite good,” he said.

“Madame de Visage doesn’t fund me for my looks,” you snorted, wriggling to try and escape, but his arm was firmly clamped around your waist.

He set the sketchbook aside and flipped you around. “Now, we have approximately an hour before your patroness returns, correct?”

You nodded, beaming.

“Then may I suggest…” He peppered kisses across your decolletage. “We finish what we started before your artistic endeavor?”

“Aramis-” You sighed breathily, cut off by his lips on yours. His hand slipped under your chamise while he leaned you back onto the bed, muttering what he often did when wrapped in your arms. The same phrase over and over as he hovered over you, continuing his nipping across your shoulder.

“Tu es mon paradis.”

Porthos lifted the water-soaked towel to dab at the cut across Aramis’s brow, but his hand was swatted away. The four men sat in silence, each with his eyes fixed on the table where Y/N’s necklace sat, ribbon frayed and metal tarnished with dried blood. A heaviness filled the room and sunk into their hearts.

“I thought she’d left me,” Aramis spoke quietly, lips pressed against his clenched fist. “When her servant told me she’d gone through with Visage’s proposal and moved with him to the country I did nothing.” His throat burned with a hatred directed inward. “I thought she betrayed me. So I. Did. Nothing.”

He slammed his fist on the table, making the necklace skid across the wooden surface. Aramis lifted his eyes to the others and all they saw was loathing. For Visage. For the world. But, most of all, for himself.

“He strapped her to a tree and beat her like a dog because she loved me,” he said. “And then he shot her through the heart while she begged for my help.” Each word choked him until he felt he couldn’t breathe. His chest heaved as it had in the forest, the guilt and despair overtaking his body like a disease. “I doomed her the moment I laid eyes on her.”

“This is because of that pig, Visage, not you,” Porthos said, fury boiling with every word his friend spoke. “We’ll find him and make him pay, Aramis, I promise you that.”

D’Artagnan nodded in agreement. Athos said nothing. He just examined his companion’s despondence with an understanding eye.

Aramis stood and left them, an air of emptiness in his wake.

“If I find Visage…” Porthos seethed.

“That’s what he wants,” Athos said, finally breaking his silence. “You heard what he said. He wants Aramis dead next.”

“Of course, he wants him dead,” D’Artagnan said. “The woman he sought to control fell in love with another man. And now that he’s killed her…” His words reflected the disheartened feeling deep in his chest. D’Artagnan knew Y/N well. She’d come around the garrison often and befriended each of the musketeers. She was sweet and bright and courageous. It pained him to know that such a light had gone from the world. It pained all of them.

Porthos clenched his fists. “We’ll be ready for him. And when he shows his face again, we’ll show him the same mercy he gave her.”

“We have to be smart about this. Visage has a small army of men to do his bidding. It’s how they were able to overtake Aramis once already,” Athos sighed. “If we hadn’t shown up, Aramis would have joined Y/N in the grave.”

Lord knows how much he wished he had and Athos knew it.

They sat for a moment, contemplating this. D’Artagnan looked toward Aramis’s quarters.

“Should one of us check on him?” He asked.

“No,” Athos said grimly. “No, I think he needs to be alone.”

From behind the closed door, the sounds of items thrown and glass shattering filled their already heavy hearts with woe. When the destruction ceased, there was a silence, and then a deep, desolate scream burdened the air.

Porthos moved toward the horrible sound, but Athos put a hand on his shoulder. He knew, better than either of them, that Aramis needed to feel.

Aramis had the biggest heart of all of them and he’d given it to Y/N completely. Athos worried that, even if they did kill Visage, it would destroy him.

The small room filled with barely conscious, painful groans. Jeanne called for her father to hurry.

You were waking up.

“Where…” You opened your eyes, finding them sore and still recovering from being so swollen. “Where am I?”

“We brought you to Pinon,” the girl hovering over you said. “My name is Jeanne, my father is Bertrand. This is our inn.” She brought a towel to your forehead. The cool drip of water down your jaw was a welcome sensation compared to every nerve in your body screaming at you as you started to remember what happened.

Visage.

Every blow, every cut, and every cruel word resurfaced in your memory. His threat- No. His promise sent a jolt of energy through your aching limbs.

“He’s going to kill him,” you gasped, sitting up. A sharp pain rattled in your ribs. The girl held you down. “I have to find him before he… he…”

“You’ve been in and out of consciousness for nearly a week,” she said. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

The terrible ache in your battered body prevented much resistance on your part and you laid back down. You blinked, taking in the room around you. Where were you? How did you get here? Who were these people? The echo of a gunshot pierced your brain.

How were you alive?

“I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re in,” Jeanne blew out a low breath, “but you definitely angered the wrong person. You’d be dead if it weren’t for that thing under your cloak.” She motioned to the table beside the bed. Your eyes grew wide.

Your sketchbook sat, the leather cover and pages curled around the scorched chasm in the center. Reaching a shaking hand, you opened it and, sure enough- though singed by the hole in the middle, the drawing you’d done of Aramis smirked back at you. Somehow, the pile of papers and sketches saved your life. For a long while, you just laid there, staring into the smudge-drawn eyes of the man you loved. The man you put in danger.

“I can’t stay here,” you sighed, letting your body adjust to every movement as you again tried to get out of the bed. Jeanne moved to stop you, but you held up a hand. “The man who did this to me isn’t finished.” She pursed her lips and moved to the other end of the room where a pile of your clothes and pair of boots sat. You stretched, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the bowl of water beside your sketchbook.

You gasped.

Your cheek was swollen and turned an awful purplish color. A large cut stretched from your temple to the inside of your brow, just missing your eye. Your lip was marked with a bloodied scab. Worst of all were your hands. You hadn’t looked at them until now, but the flesh of your knuckles was badly torn apart and your fingers trembled terribly. You wondered if you’d ever be able to draw again. It seemed such a stupid thing to fret over now, but it brought tears to your eyes.

“W-where did you say we are?” You asked through the shock.

“Pinon.”

You turned back to Jeanne, the name striking something in your mind. “I know a man who speaks of this place. His name is Athos.”

Jeanne stiffened.

“Do you know him?”

“He was the Comte de la Fére,” she spat. “He doesn’t do anything for us now.”

“Do you think you can send word to him?”

“We’ve been trying for ages, but it just won’t work.” Her anger softened with sadness that came from desperation. “He just ignores any letter we send as far as I know.”

“Trust me.” You tore a sheet of charred paper from your scrapbook. Your hands shook as you tried to hold the charcoal steady enough to write. “He won’t ignore this one.”

Perhaps he would spend the rest of his days in that blinding numbness that consumed everything. Perhaps he would drink away any feeling and pretend everything was fine, as Athos had for years. Perhaps he would die by Visage’s hand and find an end to this misery.

But not yet. Not now.

Now, he had his rage.

Aramis sat at the base of the steps, sharpening yet another blade. The sun had not yet risen over the city, but he could feel the approaching daylight signal his need to hurry before the others awoke. Three more, two short swords and one rapier, lay out before him, glistening and prepared for battle. He could see your face in it, like a phantom reflection in the blade.

When that was finished, he moved onto his musket.

“You’ll have to teach me how to handle it one day,” you’d said once.

He remembered chuckling and shaking his head, taking your sweet, soft hands in his. His fingers had traced splotches of paint and charcoal under your nails.

He’d smiled. “Your hands are made for artistry. Not violence.”

It felt as though your hands were upon him now, your touch haunting his every motion. He readied his weapons and gathered them in front of him. It was certainly enough for a one-man army.

He knew the others wouldn’t hear of it. They’d insist on coming with him and taking on Visage’s men together. But Aramis wouldn’t allow them. This was his fight and he intended on going alone.

Of course, the other three had already figured this out and had been plotting for the past hour.

“Visage can’t have gotten far from the city if he’s left at all. Luring Aramis into the forest was merely a ploy to get him alone,” Athos whispered.

“A ploy he’s about to fall for all over again,” Porthos huffed. His fists clenched at his sides. If it’d been up to him, they would have started the hunt hours ago. But Athos said they needed a plan, especially if they were going to convince Aramis not to lose his head.

Athos put a hand on his shoulder. “Not if we can help it.”

“He’s moving,” D’Artagnan said.

Aramis gathered his weapons, hooking his pistols onto his belt and strapping his musket to his back. One rapier hung from his hip while he gripped the other in hand, ready to fight at a moment's notice. He would not be surprised again.

The three stood from their place in the shadow, forming a line before the entrance and blocking Aramis’s exit. He halted, grip on his weapon tightened, along with his jaw, setting his face in a deep frown.

“You didn’t think we’d actually sit by and let you get yourself killed, did you?” Porthos asked.

“Move aside,” he growled. He kept his eyes over their heads, staring down the enemy he knew lay beyond the buildings around them.

“We’re going with you.” D’Artagnan stepped toward him.

Aramis’s sword was at his chest in an instant.

“Get out of my way!”

Two more swords crossed his, forcing the blade away from the youngest member of their group. Aramis’s chin trembled.

“I have to do this,” he whispered.

“But you don’t have to do it alone.” Porthos lowered the sword and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Let us come with you. Visage has a small army, you’ll never reach him.”

“I cannot ask you to join my fight.”

D’Artagnan shook his head, again stepping forward. “Y/N was a friend to all of us. It is our fight as well. I’ll gladly give my sword in the cause to avenge her gentle and kind spirit.”

Aramis still opened his mouth to argue. Athos silenced him with a wave.

“Think about it, Aramis,” he urged sternly. “What do you want? A fruitless death? Or justice?” He looked at him with such intense feeling, that Aramis couldn’t ignore it. “What would Y/N want?”

She would want to live. Aramis wanted to say, but couldn’t find the words on his tongue. He could only nod and let the fire in his chest cool with thoughts of her. Athos was right, of course. The only thing that mattered was making Visage pay.

Porthos gave him a reassuring smile with a determination that matched his own. “Then let’s go find this bastard, eh?”

Aramis allowed himself to be led by the three to saddle their horses. As Porthos and D’Artagnan kept an eye on him, Athos was drawn away by a young man waving him down with a letter in hand.

“A letter for you, monsieur. From Pinon.”

A shot like ice rushed up his spine. He crossed his arms in dismissal. “You may dispose of it. There’s nothing there that concerns me.”

“I’m told it’s urgent.” He held the parchment toward him.

Athos started to deny him again, this time with a tinge of annoyance, but the writing on the front stopped him. In soft, swooping letters read his name- Athos of the King’s Musketeers. He took the letter from the young man, perplexed. Of the letters he received from the home he wished to forget, he’d only ever been addressed by anyone there as the Comte de la Fére- something he’d never call himself again. Perhaps they’d finally accepted his decision.

He could still throw it out. What good could come of it? Anything from Pinon could only bring him heartache. And yet, the letter weighed heavily in his hand.

“Thank you,” he said, paying the man for his efforts.

With his back still to his companions, he tore open the envelope, finding two papers inside. The first, a small note, and the second a sketch, charred in the middle from what appeared to be a gunshot.

I’m sorry to contact you in such a mysterious manner, but my circumstances have given me little choice. I’m sure Visage has revealed the news to you and my dear Aramis that I am dead. I write this letter to tell you he has failed. By the grace of God, I survived Visage’s attack and am now recovering in your former home of Pinon. I provide this drawing I once did of the four of you training on a sunny day several weeks ago. You told me it seemed the swords moved right off of the page. I hope this is enough to convince you that this is no trick.

I write to you because I know you will grant me this request- do not tell Aramis. Not yet. I fear that Visage will find him too easily if I were to reveal myself to him. I beg of you to ride to Pinon to help me save him before Visage can enact the final part of his terrible, jealous plot. Urge Aramis to stay away from him, to stay safe. I cannot bear the thought of any harm coming to him. Though I know prolonging my return can only cause him more grief, it is for his own protection.

Please, Athos, I need you now more than ever. If this letter has been intercepted by any but you, I fear my hope will be lost.

Y/F/N Y/L/N

Athos’s eyes darted between the note and the drawing. Sure enough, it was the very image Y/N had drawn during a particularly laid-back day in the early days of summer.

But it couldn’t be. Visage was a violent, unforgiving man. He would not have just let the woman who fooled him escape. And the necklace D’Artagnan had found was filthy with Y/N’s blood.

The writing of the letter could be hers. He hadn’t seen enough of her handwriting to be sure. And the drawing… who else would know what he’d said to her that day?

“Athos!” Porthos called. “Aren’t you coming?”

The somber musketeer stuffed the letter and the drawing into the top of his boot and turned back to his friends. As he rejoined them, he could feel Aramis’s suspicious eyes before he even spoke.

“Something has come up,” Athos said. “I’m afraid I’ll have to join you later. When you find Visage, do not attack. Wait and send for me.”

“What could be more important than this?” Aramis spat. His hands tightened his grip on the reins and his horse whinnied.

“I assure you, I would not leave if it wasn’t absolutely essential.” He mounted his own horse, feeling the burning stares of all three of them as he moved. While he wished to tell them, to give Aramis even the slightest bit of hope, he couldn’t in good conscience until he confirmed it was true. “You will understand later.”

He rode off before they could ask anything else.

D’Artagnan watched until he could no longer see him. “What could that be about?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Aramis said. He urged his horse forward. “Come on.”

The three departed shortly after Athos, driven by vengeance, while their separated friend almost dared to hope.

#aramis x reader #aramis bbc #the musketeers imagines #the musketeers bbc #santiago cabrera #athos #d'artagnan #porthos #all for one and one for all

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bluejay-in-flight · 9 months ago

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Okay but like someone needs to make a three musketeers obikin au so I don't have to cause like damn if you see Athos and D'artagnan and don't know their relationship is like Obi-wan and Anakin to a T then you must be blind

Hell Athos' ex? wife's name is Sabine!!! which sounds scarily close to Satine AND SHE'S ALSO BLONDE (is the three musketeers secretly an alternate universe of star wars IT JUST MIGHT BE)

#LIKE PLEASE THEY WOULD BE PERFECT FANCASTS IF EWAN MCGREGOR AND HAYDEN CHRISTIANSAN WEREN'T ALREADY PERFECT #god i love this movie so much it's one of my favorites and athos and d'artagnan give off such obi and ani vibes I'm obsessed 😍😍😍#tbh all the musketeers are gay for each other in every iteration so that's not saying much #star wars #the three musketeers #obikin #athos #d'artagnan #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #my posts

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general-du-vallon · 9 months ago

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Everybody knows I love Porthos best (or maybe not? In case - I do, I love Porthos best. I love big dumb book Porthos with his vanity he's the best of them and still a rotter, and I love Frank finlays Porthos he's so silly and throws away his weapons and I love him. And of course H Charles Porthos. Still big and dumb and silly and all those things but super smart too and steady and good and kind and funny and just so nuanced and brilliant and filling up the back of scenes when they forgot he's the best and most important character and didnt give him lines and stuff to do). I've got derailed.

Right! Everyone knows now for sure knows that I love him best. I love all of them though and their relationships with each other the interplay between them this episode is good for that. Even if I miss Constance. I love Treville being mixed up more with them and them doing the A team thing. A great episode.

I'm watching athos got so drunk his ppl dragged him back to pinon episode. Why is a man throwing a chicken?

Athos says God had no part in making him Comte de la Fere maybe it was soup that made him comte.

#Musketeers '24 rewatch #I do miss Frank finlay Porthos and Oliver Reed athos #Tom Burke is nice and etc all but Oliver Reed is the best athos m sorry not sorry #Iconic. T burke must've seen it he's modelled on Oliver Reed version he must be #I might dig up my dvd out the cabinet and watch Mr Reed and Mr finlay #The cabinet is actually a carpet bag fabric suitcase I haven't got a cabinet if I did my Dvds wld be on beuaitiful display and easy to find

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comtedelafere · 2 years ago

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So I just read this afternoon that Ray Stevenson has died at the age of 58 (which is absolutely no age, the poor fella, what a shock).

I'm not gonna pretend to know much about his back catalogue of work or say I was an especial fan or anything disingenuous like that, but I do really want to talk for a quick moment about the one role I really know and love him for - Porthos in the 2011 adaptation of The Three Musketeers.

Now, I know and you know that this version of The Musketeers is massively unpopular for a whole host of reasons - most notably the silly airship storyline (personally, I have such a well-trained suspension of disbelief that I can 100% deal with the airship aspect of it, but I totally get why it's an unpopular addition to the story) - but I will happily die on the hill that it is the closest combination of writing and portrayal of the Core Four yet (sorry, BBC version). Logan Lerman's d'Artagnan was a cheeky 19-year-old rascal who thought he was all that and a bag of chips and didn't care who knew it. Matthew Macfadyen's Athos was sullen and morose (but in a really hot way obvs, cos yknow - Athos) and didn't waste a word of dialogue. Luke Evans' Aramis was quiet, sober, extremely spiritual and didn't go around trying to seduce everything that moved the whole time.

But Ray Stevenson's Porthos? Oh. Oh this was sublime. Up until this adaptation, Porthos had more often than not been played as the comic relief: the large, overweight, affable drunk of no fixed IQ whose prowess at fighting was more down to luck and subtle slapstick than his good judgement. This version of Porthos couldn't have been further away from those portrayals.

He was a quick-witted, smart, physically powerful and agile fighter, whose hand-to-hand combat skills were so notorious that he never needed to use his sword. My absolute favourite moment that showed this fact so beautifully was at the end of the big fight scene with the Red Guards ("Four against FORTY? And you beat them like a drum?! *snort*!" oh, Louis!) when the Guards were reeling a bit, and trying to decide whether to go another round. At that point, Porthos casually pushed his sword from the scabbard with his thumb by about 2 inches - and that was enough to send the Red Guards running for the hills!! I screamed!! Perfect characterisation!! Porthos to an absolute T!!!!!

Not only that, but his version of Porthos was an unashamed yet impoverished dandy, a dedicated follower of fashion who took his time to choose exactly the right cut of new clothes in exactly the right colours - while his rich, married lover happily picked up the tab for him. He understood the way the right clothes and the right combination of appearance and demeanour in any given scenario could give him the upper hand, not only in fighting but also in all of his interpersonal relationships and encounters.

This is the Porthos I had wanted for years. This is the Porthos I cheered and applauded for when I finally saw the version that had lived in my head all those years had finally made it to the screen.

Don't get me wrong, of course the BBC Musketeers owns a huge part of my heart and soul and I love so much about them - but the 2011 Musketeers was so special because for me it was probably the very first time I finally got to see the Musketeers as the book described them, rather than just as the standard accepted carbon copies that had been passed down by Hollywood over the decades, and which bear little to no resemblance to the actual characters in the book. I have no idea if I've actually seen any of Ray's other performances or not, to be honest. Porthos may not be his finest hour onscreen, I really don't know. It may not be the part he's best known for. But if nothing else, Ray finally gave the world a Porthos that Dumas would have recognised.

Despite the fact the film as a whole was received poorly, his portrayal was a genuine gift, and I am privileged to be able to remember him as having given this Musketeer fangirl the abject joy of finally seeing Porthos played as he should have been all along. Not as a large, loud drunk who was just there to be big, strong and funny - but as a highly skilled, intelligent, audacious soldier with a sharp sense of humour and an even sharper dress sense; and who, rather than simply bringing up the rear as The Other Guy or the Big Fella, showed that he was quite possibly the Musketeers' MVP.

Thank you, Ray. Goodnight, and rest well.

#ray stevenson #porthos #the three musketeers #the three musketeers 2011 #rip #tw: death #tw: dead mention

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enigma-the-mysterious · 2 years ago

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Porthos: So what's the plan for tonight?

Aramis: Are you sure you want to talk about the S-C-H-E-M-E in front of A-T-H-O-S?

Athos, sarcastically: It’s times like this I sure wish I could spell

#the musketeers #bbc musketeers #lol #aramis #santiago cabrera #athos #porthos #tom burke #howard charles #porthos du vallon #musketeers #the three musketeers #alexandre dumas #incorrect quotes #original post

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kaantt · 4 months ago

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Tagged by @garnetrena thanks !!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Sentinelles (Les Trois Mousquetaires, Aramis/Original Character, M)

Âmes sœurs.

La volupté de l'honneur (Les Trois Mousquetaires, Athos Comte de la Fère/Marie de Rohan Duchesse de Chevreuse, T)

Quand le mousquetaire Athos, Comte de La Fère, avait abandonné l’idée de l'amour, il l'avait fait en pleine et entière conscience des moqueries que ce choix de vie allait faire pleuvoir sur ses épaules encore jeunes mais déjà fatiguées par la discipline et la mélancolie.

Crimes Célèbres (Les Trois Mousquetaires, Aramis/Original Character & Original Character/Original Character, T)

Mes chers enfants, ce que je vous écris aujourd’hui doit, pour toujours, demeurer entre nous.

La maîtresse abandonnée (Kaamelott, Ygerne & Uther Pendragon, G)

Si on avait dit à la petite princesse Ygerne de Tintagel qu'elle allait un jour épouser le roi de toute la Bretagne elle aurait simplement souri.

Arthur, roi de Bretagne - Anthologie établie par Eugène Molozay (Kaamelott, Arthur Pendragon/Venec, G)

« Le roi Arthur, bien que nous ayons des preuves historiques de l'existence d'un personnage semblable à celui décrit dans les récits de chevalerie du Moyen-Âge et dans les films et séries de notre époque contemporaine, reste un homme de fiction.

Le Bon, la Brute et le Friand (Kaamelott, Multiple ships, G)

Fic co-écrite avec @kabbal, je mets donc la première phrase du chapitre que j'ai écrit.

Bordel.

La belle inconnue (Kaamelott, Arthur Pendragon/Guenièvre, M)

Quand ses lèvres se posent sur la peau blanche et crémeuse du cou de son épouse retrouvée il ne peut plus penser à autre chose qu'à leurs corps enlacés sur une épaisse fourrure dans l'intimité de leur tente.

La faute à Nanterre (Les Misérables, Enjolras/Grantaire, T)

En se réveillant ce matin pour aller, comme à son habitude, prendre un café sans sucre mais avec un nuage de lait au Petit Saint-Benoît, Grantaire a eu l'étrange impression qu'il n'allait pas passer une bonne journée.

Beautiful wonder (Desperate Housewives, Bree Van de Kamp/Gabrielle Solis, T)

To fall in love with someone was one thing.

Sleeping pill (House MD, Gregory House/James Wilson, T)

The doctor Gregory House was always the best at everything he did.

Je tagge @aramielles et @kabbal

#kaantt #kaantt writes #fanfiction #writing patterns

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wingsofhcpe · 11 months ago

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Half a year after the massacre of Savoy, Aramis is still nowhere near being alright- and he doesn't know whether he'll ever be again.

Characters: Athos/Comte de la Fère, Aramis/René d'Herblay, Tréville (Trois Mousquetaires), Porthos du Vallon

Relationship(s): Athos x Aramis

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Pre-Canon, Holding Hands, Post-Savoy

Rating: T

Chapter 1/2

#the musketeers #bbc musketeers #aramis #athos #athamis #athos x aramis #my writing #one day I'll post all my fic links in this format. today is not that day.#im gonna snork mimimi

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four-loose-screws · 1 year ago

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Limstella, Bramimond, and My Quest to Make Sure I Get Their Pronouns Right in the FE7 Novelization Translation

Hi all! FE7 is a unique game in the Fire Emblem series for having a couple of characters that do not identify strictly within the male / female gender binary, each for their own reason.

As I translate the novelization, I thought I'd make a T/N quick note about their pronouns in Japanese vs. English. It ended up a bit more complex than I originally thought, but hey, it's almost like human language is complex and ever changing to fit the current needs of its speakers!! Who knew?

Limstella

First, we have Limstella. TLDR; not human but a creation of the main antagonist Nergal known as a 'morph,' genderless, 'they / them' pronouns.

Canonically, from the initial release of FE7, Limstella was clearly established to be genderless. JP sources always say in their basic bio that their gender is fumei, meaning 'unclear, obscure, ambiguous,' anything of that sort. I think in both the original Japanese script and English localization of FE7, the writers avoided assigning pronouns to Limstella in game, not on purpose, but simply because they don't get that much screen time.

In the novel, their character introduction at the beginning of Book 2 says their gender is fumei, as I said pretty much every JP source introduces them. But there is one scene in the novel where they are referred to as kanojo - which distinctly means she / her. Limstella's map sprite in FE7 is the generic female sage sprite, so it's understandable that the author could understand them as both genderless and use kanojo at the same time. The OG canon is a tad conflicting when you consider the sprite used, was probably just a time constraints sort of thing.

With their inclusion in Heroes, Limstella got flavor text on the official Heroes website that serves as further discussion to add to this conversation.

With Heroes existing at the same time as the rise in usage of English singular they, that made it pretty easy to fully establish Limstella in English as genderless, and their pronouns as 'they / them.'

In JP, though, the description seemly goes out of its way to avoid pronouns for Limstella - they are referred to by name FIVE whole times in those four short sections of text! Though it's pretty normal to refer to someone by name over and over again in Japanese, whereas it starts to feel annoying after a while in English. So from a Japanese person's perspective, this would not read as "avoiding pronouns," it would just be business as usual.

Bramimond

I also did some research to make sure I used the correct pronouns for Bramimond. TLDR, born male, he lost his sense of self in his mastery of dark magic, and now reflects the person he is speaking to. Bramimond = 'he / him,' each personality = the original person's pronouns.

In English, in both the original FE7 script and Heroes, Bramimond is still referred to with 'he / him' pronouns. See the Heroes character intro of him for the most straightforward proof.

That makes sense enough though, when speaking about the existence of Bramimond, use 'he / him.' Got it. Then refer to each of the reflected personalities as the pronouns of the original person. Got it.

One of Athos' lines in FE7 does add another layer though...

“Bramimond has no self. He… She… It… Yes, it is a mirror that reflects the person addressing it. It projects no personality of its own. There are as many Bramimonds as there are people facing him. …Bramimond, do you remember me?”

So Athos uses all pronouns when referring to all the personalities as a whole, then shifts to 'it / he / him' when referring to Bramimond alone. Got it! Using 'it' to refer to people though... that's a bit... eh. Since we have singular they nowadays, I can avoid 'it.' So I changed 'He... she... it...' to just 'they' in the novel for this dialogue. 'They' is performing both a singular and plural usage in this case.

What does the Japanese do? Well, in the Japanese version of Athos' line, Athos doesn't use any words that lean towards male or female, instead strictly using words that mean "self" in English. But again, Japanese can get away without "full sentences," so Japanese uses pronouns a whole lot less, and that's just how the language works. It's not like the writers tread carefully around the fact that they wrote queer characters or anything.

［アトス］(Athos) ブラミモンドは己を持たぬ。▼(Bramimond has no self.) 他者に対しては (To others) その者を映す鏡となり▼(becomes a mirror that reflects that person, and) みずからの人格は (own personality) 決して表に出ることはない。▼ (never outwardly expresses.) それゆえ、出会う人々の数だけ (Because of that, as many people that meet ブラミモンドはいるのだ。▼(there are Bramimonds.)

...Well that's something of a "direct" translation, ha ha. As you can see, it just does not work at all. And you couldn't just have Athos repeat Bramimond over and over, because 1) again, standard English rules do not like to repeat names over and over, and 2) the localization team and programmers probably would have hit a GBA text box limit, especially with Bramimond being such a long name. So the English absolutely had to establish some kind of pronoun usage for him.

In Japanese, Bramimond's Heroes website flavor text just does the same thing as Limstella and refers to him by name alone. Like I said, repeatedly using names is just more accepted in Japanese.

And that's all I could think of to note. Ended up even being a bit of a Japanese lesson on top of covering the characters! Thanks for reading!

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apinchofm · 1 year ago

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The Marquess of Delafere Investigates Series by @anathemadevice

The Marquess of Delafere has retired from investigating crime, so his ward, Sylvie Boden, answers Inspector John Treville's call for help when the discovery of a third young woman's body means there's a serial killer loose.

Aramis is involved when the third victim is found to be his lover, Adele Bessett, and Porthos Devallon wants to know who killed Flea, the first victim.

Other women lose their lives, and Athos is drawn in despite his best intentions. But how many killers are there, exactly?

T, 51.4k words!

A Musketeers-Victorian era murder mystery with a slow burn romance, depressed aristocrats, tired policemen and a plucky young woman who would really like her employer to just marry the damn girl!

Also, there is a sequel. Even if you have never watched or read The Musketeers, you can read this fic!

#the musketeers #the musketeers bbc #the musketeers fic #oliver d'athos #sylvie boden #aramis #porthos du vallon #captain treville #constance bonacieux #its giving sherlock holmes-gothic romance #ao3 fic #fic rec #gift edit

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dorothyoz39 · 10 months ago

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Feedback Fest 2024: The Musketeers (2014)

An Anatomy of the Human Heart by spycandy

Athos/Ninon de Larroque

Not rated.

Complete

Summary: Slow, quiet post series 1 Athos/Ninon. Ninon sends Athos a book, he finds her.

Fucking sweet!

The Delivery by SGLAB

Athos/Sylvie

Not rated.

Complete.

Summary: A very pregnant Sylvie is walking through the refugee camp with Aramis when she goes into labor.

Funny and adorable.

Surrender by under_my_blue_umbrella

Athos/Sylvie

Complete

Summary: Athos is a born leader, always on top of things. Well... except when he prefers not to be. Remember the opening sequence to "Death of a Hero" when, just as a casual aside, we learned that Athos likes to be tied up? This is a little ficlet about how Sylvie found out.

Sweet and tender, and hot while only being suggestive.

The Sounds Of A New Page Turning by under_my_blue_umbrella

Athos/Sylvie

Complete

Summary: A new page turns for Athos, and d'Artagnan is there to help. Sylvie is in labor, Athos panics.

Sweet.

Love Above All Else by snufflyphoenix

Athos/Sylvie

Complete.

Summary: Athos and Sylvie snuggle and talk about their worries about the future. They know they will face whatever the future may hold together.

Sweet and romantic.

With Mine Eyes by FireandRosemary

Athos/OFC

Complete.

Summary: Athos is free from Milady but nothing ever runs smoothly for long; the arrival of a woman in Paris sets events and plots into motion that could catch all of the Musketeers in a web of hatred.

OFC is blind, smart, and Treville's daughter. It makes the story very interesting. It has some action too.

Moment of Truth by potentiality_26

Athos/Aramis

Complete.

Summary: A confrontation following 'Musketeers Don't Die Easily.'

HOT and lovely!

Goddammit, Aramis by penguingal

Athos/Aramis

Complete.

Summary: Returning to the Garrison after the events at Marmion's observatory, Athos has an important conversation with Aramis.

Hot and somewhat romantic.

Fairy Tales by breathtaken

Athos/Constance, Constance/D'Artagnan

Complete.

Summary: AU. Athos and Constance marry for convenience and then d'Artagnan apears...

It's smart and sweet. The friendship between Athos and Constance is the best part, and how maturely they solve the issues.

All for One by Richefic

Frienship between the musketeers

Complete.

Summary: The story follows season 1 adding stuf.

It's fun to read and it adds background to the story.

Bonus track: (Because I couldn't chose only 10)

In Blood And Silence You Speak The Truth by under_my_blue_umbrella

Frienship between the musketeers

Complete.

Summary: Athos is injured and his friends take care of him.

It's an awesome story about how he heals and his friendship with the others.

To regain faith by Flauschvieh

Athos/Aramis. Athos/Porthos/Aramis (at the end)

Complete.

Summary: Athos, Porthos, Aramis and d'Artagnan just returned from their assignment to transfer Bonnair back to Paris and Athos is still thrown over the recent events. One night when he gets unreasonably drunk and starts talking too much, Aramis doesn't know how to deal with the rock that is kicked loose…

Developing relationship. It's really sweet and romantic, and also very hot.

Crossing the River by Anima Nightmate (faithhope)

Athos/Aramis

Complete.

Summary: Aramis likes to be polite. And friendly. But he always seems to be at odds with Athos, in subtle (or not-so-subtle) ways. In different circumstances he’d have a better chance of knowing what to do, but this is a working relationship between fighting men, one of them notoriously reticent. If only Athos wouldn’t keep making references to Classical Greek literature, leading Aramis’s ever-fertile imagination into places it should not go.

Interesting and very compeling. Their relationship develops as the story goes and it's awesome to watch. Also, Athos is intersex.

Second Bonus track: (Because I couldn't not recommend the best story ever)

Standing on the Threshold, Waiting and Hoping by Anima Nightmate (faithhope)

Athos/Constance, Constance/Sylvie, Athos/Sylvie, Athos/Constance/Sylvie, Athos/Constance/Sylvie/Aramis

Summary:A gift fic for the Musketeers’ Garrison Fic Challenge wherein we dive off the beaten track of canon and explore what might have happened if The Inseparables decided to investigate deeper into the trade of young people in Season 2 Episode 8 (The Prodigal Father) and if they dragged Constance, still in mourning, into their shenanigans, inviting her to go undercover with Athos in another city.

This was written for me as a gift during a fandom exchange. The story is lovely!! We get to explore Athos & Constance friendship as they slowly enter in a relationship. They drag Sylvie and Aramis into it somehow. And we get to see Constance grow into herself and became akin to the woman we see in season 3. Along the way, she moves on from her marriage and d'Artagnan, who was an idiot in season 2. It's great to see her discover herself and the relationships develop beautifuly.

#feedback fest #feedback fest 2024 #ifd2024 #international fanworks day #international fanworks day 2024 #The Musketeers #BBC The Musketeers #tv shows #musketeers fanfiction #musketeers fandom

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