#athagnan

[fanofathos]

[sprnklersplashes]

personally my favourite parts of the bbc adaptation of the muskteers is when athos and d'artagnan just. look like they're about to kiss.

[webstersdiary]

the musketeers + tumblr posts 5/?

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

Ships that I would die for Part .13

Part.1, Part.2, Part.3, Part.4, Part.5, Part.6, Part.7, Part.8, Part.9, Part.10, Part.11, Part.12, Part.14, Part.15,

Athagnan :

Maleigh :

Nyssara :

Annamis :

Lorenzo x Francesco:

Yorkelly :

Titus Pullo x Lucius Vorenus :

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[elpiething]

Ma confiance n’a aucune frontière - My Trust is Without Borders - 

On Ao3 here.

Rated: M  (Subject to change.)

As an Omega child—for all he has been indulged with lessons in fencing, for all he has been allowed his dreams of adventure and meaning—Charles D'Artagnan was not permitted to go with his father to entreat the king's mercy.

Now his father is dead, he and his sisters are alone, and it turns out they don't actually own the farm.

The Comte de la Fère does. And rumor has it he's a bit of a beast.

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Beauty and the Beast, but make it Omegaverse. -or- La Belle et la Bâtard.

[janiedean]

Since it recently came up, 10 for athos/d’artagnan?

premise: I haven’t reread the book in ages so idk if this is book or bbc show canon but I know it’s relying on my horrible headcanons that can be dated back to high school so idek

10. “Come on, let me see what we are dealing with here.”

“What the hell,” Athos says under his breath for the fifteenth time since... well. A long enough time, he supposes. “What in the fresh hell.”

It’s not - this is ridiculous. It’s nothing he should be swearing about. It’s just - no. He sighs, tries to take a step forward, towards the well -

And no.

The path is still blocked.

What the -

“Come on,” he says, knowing not so deep down that he’s being ridiculous and he’s not drunk enough at all to make this pass for something he has any justification to do or say. At least if he was drunk he would have an excuse. Sweet Lord in Heaven, he really hopes neither Porthos or Aramis pass by here because he would never hear the end of it, would he. “Come on, I just have to go get some water, can you move?”

He had tried to keep his voice low.

He doesn’t quite manage it.

The fact that it’s d’Artagnan who hears him from the nearby stable is the only saving grace of this ridiculous, undignified mess - at least he won’t hold it against him for the next fifty years of their lives, if they live that long.

“Come on,” he says, moving closer, “let’s see what are we dealing with here, you’ve been stuck there for - oh.”

“Oh,” Athos mutters, staring at the fucking ten sheep blocking his way to the well and sort of surrounding the both of them who have pretty much kept him surrounded since he started heading for the well, as in, half an hour ago when d’Artagnan asked him nicely if he could go get some water for the both of them - summer in Gascony is, after all, hardly chilly. “I don’t know, all right? You are the one with some - knowledge. With them. Not me.”

“It’s all right,” d’Artagnan says, sounding amused, what the hell, again. “I was certainly not expecting any of you to actually guess what could be their problem.”

“And what is their problem?”

D’Artagnan shrugs. “They haven’t been sheared in a while and they don’t know you. I suppose they are quite annoyed. Never mind, just stand behind me.”

Athos does, as d’Artagnan takes a step forward and runs a hand behind the neck of one of the sheep in question, and on one side he kind of wants to know who would name a sheep Mireille and on the other he decides that it’s best left alone for now, and so he lets the other man do - whatever it is that you do with sheep to convince them to disperse, and admittedly he does manage, after a short while. Mireille looks up at him before letting out a bleat and moving to the side to munch on some grass.

All the others do the same, leaving the way free.

“Come on,” d’Artagnan says, “before they decide they’re done with lunch.”

Athos immediately follows him past the sheep barrier to the well, where the both of them haul up some fresh water and damn, he hadn’t realized he was this thirsty until he actually tasted water again, and - actually, he’s hot, and so he ends up throwing on himself the water in the basin after he hauls up another load of it, it’s not like he won’t be dry in a few minutes considering how fucking warm it is.

When d’Artagnan asked them if they wanted to spend part of the summer in his family’s estate in Gascony in exchange for some help on the farm, he could have warned them that it would get like this, not that he can complain about it since the upsides have been... plenty, he reasons.

He puts the basin down, and then he meets d’Artagnan’s eyes -

Which look a shade or two darker than usual, considering how much he’s staring at his wet white chemise that is also sticking to his chest - right, he did just throw the entire basin on himself, after all.

“That,” d’Artagnan says, “was a very unfair move.”

“Was it,” Athos replies, opening the first of the laces on its neck, suddenly very aware of what he’s just done and deciding that he does like it. He’s usually not the one out of the two of them who goes out of the way for this, but -

“Indeed,” d’Artagnan says, moving closer, “because we should be fixing those chairs in the stables before my brother wonders how long it’s taking us, and yet now I can think of only one other thing... that’s not really fixing chairs.”

Athos lets himself smile a fraction.

“As far as I recall...” He says, licking some more water from his lips, watching d’Artagnan biting down on his tongue as he moves closer, “we weren’t doing too badly and we just needed to fix another couple, which would not take too long. And your brother said he would be back by sunset. It is a long time before sunset.”

“That it is,” d’Artagnan moves closer, crowding him up against the tree, licking his lips again, hands going to the knotted laces of his chemise, opening up the first set. “After all, Porthos and Aramis are on the other side of the estate,” he ponders, and then he grins, in a way that makes Athos’s knees go weak, “and no one is going to bother us here now. I told my brother I would not have appreciated it.”

“Does it mean you would be amenable to take a break?” Athos whispers, and he’s finding out he does not mind being on this side of the conversation for once. It is quite fun to tease rather than be teased, after all.

“If you do not mind them staring at us,” d’Artagnan says, nodding towards the sheep who are now... well. Staring at them, sort of. The one d’Artagnan was whispering to before certainly is.

Then again, it’s bloody sheep. Who cares.

“No,” he says. “Maybe they’ll learn to not stand in my way if they do.”

“Well then,” d’Artagnan smiles, “I do not think that we have any other obstacles to face, then,” and a moment later his mouth is on Athos’s, his hands grasping his still cold, wet shirt, his tongue searching for Athos’s as Athos parts his lips for him, and so what if the damned sheep don’t move when d’Artagnan’s hands unlace his trousers and find their way inside them and under his underwear?

After all, if he doesn’t try to keep his moans particularly low and therefore they certainly heard, it’s not as if they can tell anyone else.

(Later, they actually do let him pass when he’s close to them. Aramis and Porthos keep complaining that the damned sheep hate them and not him.

Athos does not explain them what happened that afternoon at all.

There’s a limit to everything, after all.)

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**Best with headphones**

The complete video is finally here! I posted the preview back in May and between doing the Inception big bang and life, well, it took longer than I meant it to.

I'm so so in love with this one, and I hope you all will be too. Please let me know what you think! :)

You can also view it on my youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9-Kpy09O6M

Song - Undisclosed Desires - Muse

Fandom - BBC Musketeers

Pairing - Athos/d'Artagnan

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