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The Musketeers (2014-2016) ↳ 2.10 - Trial and Punishment
[ID: Sketch on pale red of Porthos and Aramis in modern clothes. Both are grinning inanely, their foreheads touching. Porthos has his arm slung around Aramis's shoulders, and Aramis is holding his wrist on that side, showing both of them wearing rings on the ring finger. End ID]
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I've written a lot of more angsty/whumpy portamis lately, so here is some happy portamis doodling to balance my muskie output a bit
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Ko-Fi
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Santiago Cabrera as Aramis in The Musketeers (S01E01 “Friends and Enemies”)
[After sleeping with the Queen]
Aramis, to Athos: You're taking life too seriously, it’s not like we’re gonna make it out alive
[ID: Series of drawings of each d'Artagnan, Porthos, Athos, and Aramis in modern clothes with chairs, all on a teal background. Porthos is sitting normally on the chair, shirtless and wearing MMA shorts, wrapping his fists as if preparing for a fight and smirking slightly. Athos is perched on the edge of his chair, wearing a shirt tucked into trousers with the sleeves rolled up, looking down and melancholy. Aramis is sitting with his legs apart and a his hands tied behind his back, a blindfold covering his eyes, a baggy shirt tucked into his trousers and falling off one shoulder. d'Artagnan is throwing his chair. End ID]
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Trying to draw my way out of one of the 'forgotten how to draw everything looks wrong why is brain and hand not talking with each other and eye' periods by doodling random solo drawings of muskies. Here is each of them interacting with a chair in character-appropriate ways.
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Just a casual affair ~ Aramis x reader
Picture not mine
Word count: 1,021
Warnings: none as far as I can see
A/N: I hope you like it, it’s the first fanfiction I have written in a long time
The birds were chirping and the sun shone through the slightly open curtains dancing on the fabrics of the bed. It must‘ve already been noon. I stretched myself watching the man standing in the corner of my room.
Aramis was busy pulling on his trousers and tying them. His beautiful face was covered by his hair. Oh, how I wished I could run my hands through those luscious brown locks before he left.
Grabbing the lightly coloured sheets I pulled them closer to cover my bare body.
“Aramis.” As I mentioned his name he looked up, his brown eyes were like molten chocolate looking intently at me. Moving so that I could see him better I continued: “I know I’m probably not in the position where I should say this.”
The musketeer frowned trying to figure out what I was on about.
Pulling the cream coloured fabric around myself I stood up walking towards him. “But … but”, I took a deep breath steadying myself before carrying on with a firm voice, “I can’t do this anymore. You coming over on some evenings, staying the night and then just leaving in the morning without really saying anything. This has to stop.”
He opened his mouth, his wonderful, experienced mouth that had kissed me so many nights, trying to say something. “No! I have to get this done and over with! So just leave and never come back again”, I plead, “find yourself another girl, but not me.”
After getting out that last sentence I shoved the man I loved so dearly out of my room and into the hallway of the house that belonged to the lady that I was working for. I immediately closed the door behind him, sliding down the back of the door until I sat on the floor clutching my knees to my body.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks dropping onto my bare arms. I didn’t want to let him go. Seeing him leave the room hurt so badly. Being in love with him, seeing him (even as shortly and seldom as I did), seeing his smile, the twinkle in his eyes when he talked to his comrades or about fighting, was the best time I had – it made my heart beat unsteady and do somersaults, it made me smile unconsciously.
But this decision was better for me. If I carried on this relationship like this it would only end up hurting me even more. I knew he wasn’t in it with his heart. To him I was just another girl. Just another girl to add to the list of girls he had a liaison with. I wasn’t important to him and I decided he would finally not be important to me either. I would finally move on and forget about all of this.
Having the strength and courage again I stood up and got ready for the day.
~time skip~
The next day the handsome musketeer stood in front of the door to the house where (Y/n) worked. Aramis was about to knock, hoping to be able to speak to the (h/c) haired maid, when suddenly the door was opened and (Y/n) stood there holding a bucket of dirty water in her hands. She was shocked to see him there.
“(Y/n), we need to talk!” The girl moved past him without paying him any attention. Aramis turned around following her. After she dumped the contents of the bucket, the musketeer gently laid his hand on her arm turning her around.
“(Y/n)”, he said softly looking at her with soft eyes. Forcefully his hand was pushed from her arm. Following her back to the house he continued: “I can’t just go without ...”
When the pair reached the front door (Y/n) abruptly turned around. “I told you to stay away! I can’t be around you! I have to protect myself and my heart from you and your doings before it’s too late”, she ranted angrily and slammed the door shut right in his face. The hurt was evident on Aramis’ face.
~time skip~
It was a few days after my last confrontation with Aramis. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. Life had gone on and I had things to do. Going to the market was one of my favourite tasks. The market place was always bustling with people and there was always something to see. I loved looking at the colourful stands.
At the moment I was looking at the beautiful fabrics of the one merchant - a smile on my face- luxurious fabrics I would never own, but I still loved marvelling at the amazing pieces of textile, dragging my fingers over the smooth and silky fibres.
Suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a nearby alley. Turning around I saw a familiar moustached face – Aramis. He had me pressed against the stone wall holding me by my shoulders.
“I asked you to keep your distance!”
Leaning down slightly to be on the same height, he chuckled, that familiar twinkle I loved in his eyes and stopped me from talking. “You really are stubborn”, he said with a smile in his voice, “I’ve been trying to tell you something important the whole time but you just keep interrupting me.” I looked up at him confused as he was talking.
“I wasn’t content with our relationship either. I too have been wanting to take it further, I was just too scared you didn’t and that when... if I did something about it our relationship would end”, he ended his tale looking down at me curiously, trying to figure out what I thought.
“What?”, I said puzzled trying to understand what he had just told me. Aramis slowly leaned in, pressing his soft lips against mine. My eyelids fluttered closed. Shortly after we broke apart.
Leaning his forehead against mine, a little breathless, he whispered: “(Y/n), I love you.” Smiling I pulled him towards me, taking his amazing hat in my hands. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss, running my fingers through those gorgeous locks.
Masterlist
I was inspired by the lovely @padfootagain and her Masterlist. Go check her out! Her fanfictions are amazing.
None of these images belong to me.
Jughead
Fight with a Snake
Lost and Found Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Sweet Pea
Bruised
Aramis
Just a casual affair
Strong and Desirable
An unforeseen rescue
The Seductive Power of an Honest Man
Will Scarlett
Rescue in a Heartbeat
Tincke
Still Standing
Floki
Ale and Dares
Louis Condé
Looking for a man
Five Hargreeves
The Fifth Musketeer
Monroe
Scary on the Outside but Soft on the Inside
Jamie Fraser
Scot in shining armour
Strong and Desirable ~ Aramis x reader
Word count: 835
Warnings: a little bit of violence
Summary: The reader works in a pub and is being bothered by some drunk customers, but she knows how to take care of them.
A/N: What do you guys think of this ‘You’-perspective? It’s the first time I ever used it and I’m not quite sure if I like it or not.
The four musketeer friends were sitting in one of the many taverns Paris had to offer savouring the company and ending their successful day with the enjoyment of some drinks.
For a while now Aramis had been watching the gorgeous girl serving the drinks. She was wearing a simple brownish-beige coloured dress, her sleeves rolled up to prevent them from getting dirty or wet. Some of her skirts were tucked under her bodice making it easier for her to walk in between the tables and benches. The hems of her skirts were fraying from dragging on the floor. Her long (h/c) hair was in a simple up-do, a few stray strands framing her face. The girl had a wit about her.
Aramis couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. Even when his comrades included him in their conversation he constantly glanced at you. He couldn’t understand why and how such a beautiful girl would work in such a rough and dirty establishment.
You had noticed the stare of the handsome musketeer sitting in a corner chatting with his friends. You had never seen anyone quite as attractive as he was – the leather uniform that fit his frame tightly, his luscious dark brown locks that framed his face, the elegant beard he wore and those mesmerizing brown eyes that caused you to melt internally. You were wondering whether he would call you over at some point to bring him and his friends some more drinks so that you could start a conversation with him. But in the meantime you had to be satisfied with his watchful eyes.
“Hey! Missy!” The shout tore you out of your thoughts and reminded you of your job. Looking in the direction of the shout you saw a somewhat older unshaven man sitting at a table with equally unkempt men waving for you to bring over some more drinks. Quickly grabbing a new jug of ale you made your way over to the waiting guests.
“Finally”, one of the men commented as you filled their cups with the aromatic liquid. You had gotten used to the rude comments of drunkards, so you just ignored him. As you leaned against the table to reach the last cup you suddenly felt someone’s hand on your butt. One of the men was feeling you up. For a second you froze but recovered quickly. The man’s friends noticed their companion’s doing and cheered him on. When you pulled away he stood up hooking his arm around your waist pulling you close. He stank of alcohol.
Aramis saw the commotion from across the room and quickly stood to come to your aid. You saw Aramis’ movement from the corner of your eye. The concern was written all over his face. What a gentleman and romantic he must be. You thought it was sweet of him to want to come to your aid but you didn’t need his help. This wasn’t the first time that you had to deal with handsy drunkards.
Without turning to the man who had his arm slung around you you took a calm, deep breath before you elbowed his guts with all your strength causing him to double over gripping his stomach. This made Aramis stop in his tracks. He hadn’t expected that. You turned around to the man next to you and kneed him full force in his privates, causing him insufferable pain that would remind him to never mess with you again. He let out a screech of pain and dropped to the floor.
You reached down and snatched the almost full money pouch from his belt. “Thanks for the tip”, you said smiling fakely before you left to carry on with work. During this transaction the tavern had grown silent. The four musketeers, especially Aramis, were impressed and surprised.
About an hour later it was already dark out and the musketeers had enough enjoyment for the evening. The four of them stood up to leave. As Aramis finally waved you over like you had hoped, Athos, Porthos and d’Artagnan had already left, making their companion pay for them all.
You walked over to him, an empty jug in your hands, a small smile on your lips. Aramis looked down at you. “Can I give you a tip without being brought to my knees?”, he asked jokingly before chuckling. His words made you blush and look away a little embarrassed about your behaviour earlier. Looking back at him you replied: “Yes.”
In a swift motion he handed you a few coins and then, to your surprise, gently pressed his lips to yours. Before you had comprehended what had happened Aramis had already pulled back and was halfway to the door.
“I hope next time the tip is a little more elaborate”, you called out to him while grinning. When he turned around you saw a glint in his brown eyes telling you he knew you didn’t mean the money. You couldn’t wait for the next time to come.
The Seductive Power of an Honest Man ~ Aramis x reader
Word count: 1,324
Warnings: none
Summary: Being the womanizer he is, Aramis broke a girl’s heart. To his misfortune this girl is the reader’s best friend.
It was so typical of men! Only using us women for the comfort of having someone to warm the bed for them! But never did they even consider how we might feel. This time had been enough. Again my best friend’s heart had been broken by an inconsiderate man. I had spent the past few hours of my day cheering her up and making her believe that this man of whom she had thought so highly truthfully wasn’t the right one for her.
Now I was in search of this ‘Aramis’ guy, of whom I only knew that he was one of the King’s musketeers. That was how it came to be that I marched into the musketeers’ garrison full of anger and rage, demanding to see him so I could give him a piece of my mind. “Where is he?!” This made the few musketeers and cadets that were hanging around, taking care of the horses, fighting or just doing nothing, look up in surprise. As none of them made a move I spoke up again: “Where is Aramis?! I demand to speak to him!” At that the leather clad men in front of me chuckled. They didn’t take me seriously.
“Sorry sweetheart, we can’t help you with that. Even if he were here he wouldn’t have time for your little problem. So run along, I’m sure you will find another handsome bloke”, an older musketeer who was sitting at a table sneered. Standing up and leisurely walking towards me he tried to intimidate me with his height. I didn’t care that he was two heads taller than me or that he was carrying rapier and pistol, with his snide comment and attitude the pot of anger inside of me was now boiling with rage.
Unbeknownst to me, four musketeers had just arrived and were standing at the gate to the garrison curiously watching the confrontation.
I took a few steps forward until the gap between me and the older man was closed. Pressing my finger into his chest I threatingly retorted: “You will regret this! No one angers me and gets away with it.” Behind my back one of the new arrivals turned to his friend and whispered: “I do love violence in a woman.” “Be warned, I will find Aramis no matter whether you help me or not.” The ears of the man who had just whispered perked up at the mention of his name.
“You are looking for me?” The unexpected voice made me swivel around seeing the four musketeers. I was stunned by the beauty of the one who had spoken up. I had never met this Aramis my friend was seeing in secret, only heard tales of him and his good looks. But I had put off those words as an exaggeration of someone in love. Every word she had said was true. He was gorgeous. His appearance made me stumble mentally but I pulled myself back together. I should be angry. This was the man who broke my best friend’s heart making her burst into tears.
“You!” I accusingly pointed at him as I rushed over to him. Aramis raised his hands in defence and surprise at my anger directed at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” “No, I have no idea how I could’ve upset a pretty woman like you.” I decided to ignore his comment as he – very aware of the looks his brothers were giving him – gently pushed me through a door into a deserted room allowing us a little more privacy from the prying eyes of the other men.
Standing in the middle of the room my arms crossed in front of my chest, my brows furrowed I watched him take off his coat and hat laying them alongside his weapons on the table. When he turned around back to me there was a glint in his eyes and a slight grin on his lips. Obviously he thought of this a quite amusing. “So, what have I done?”
“You are so selfish and inconsiderate”, I spat out, “you broke my friend’s heart!” Immediately his face fell and he turned sombre. “She has been crying about you for the last few hours while you are out on adventures, having fun with your comrades.” The more my anger grew the wilder my hand movements became.
Having heard me out Aramis grabbed my shoulders which made me halt in my movements. I looked up at him and saw some pain in his eyes. He leaned down towards me as he started talking. His voice and words calmed me down. “I know you don’t want to hear this now. I completely understand. If it were my friend I wouldn’t want to either. But it was for the better, better for both of us.”
Those words made me scoff, ignoring it the handsome musketeer continued: “I didn’t love her anymore. I couldn’t carry on meeting her without feeling anything for her. It would’ve been dishonest, cruel To her. I didn’t want to give her the illusion that there was still a connection between the two of us”, he told me sincerely.
My heart started to ache at the pure emotion that he was showing me, no man I had ever known, no man I had ever loved had shown me such emotions. And here I stood in front of this strong musketeer that I had met for the first time only a few moments ago and he was sharing some of his deepest, most private thoughts with me.
“I want her to find someone else, someone who would love her as much as she would them.” After the explanation I saw the goodwill in his actions. It seemed like I had been so frustrated about both mine and my friend’s failed relationships and the pain that came with them that all the anger that was locked up inside of me just flooded me preventing me from thinking straight.
Aramis watched me expectantly waiting for my reaction. I sighed. “I am so sorry about what I’ve said. I shouldn’t have come here”, I said embarrassed, “I have only caused you trouble for which I sincerely apologize. I completely understand what you did. I guess my judgment was just clouded by my own frustration with love.” I shyly looked away from him.
I felt Aramis put a finger under my chin making me look at him. “Why would a beautiful lady like you be frustrated with love?”, he asked softly. Thinking of an answer my eyes started to water in hurt of remembering my past experiences. “I just never had any luck, never had any good experiences with men so far.”
Aramis was looking straight through my eyes and into my soul understanding all of my pain without me having to tell him anything.
His face was only a few inches from mine when he gently rested his calloused hand on my cheek. I was mesmerized by his enchanting Eyes and started to forget the world around me. It felt like we were standing like that for hours, the tension of attraction between us so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife.
Fed up with feeling like I couldn’t breath under his stare I took initiative and pulled him down closing the space between us. The feeling of his soft, warm lips on mine was amazing. I had never felt anything like this before. It sparked a fire inside of me and the kiss started to grow more heated. My hands moved to the nape of his neck, my fingers brushing through his curls. His hands slowly moved from my shoulders to my hips pulling me flush against his body. As we broke apart for air a smile spread onto my face as I looked at the man in front of me who was smiling as widely as I was. Maybe for once I had luck.
Even though he was more the romantic hero type, he was still a soldier and war his true love.
"Sometimes I think I’m doomed always to want the things I cannot have…"
"A Queen is allowed to break her promises."
What lies ahead for us, I wonder? It really doesn’t matter.
the musketeers ↳ “all for one and one for all”