#athos imagines

[imaginingsofotherworlds]

Musketeers x Reader: Proving Them Wrong

Synopsis: You’re tired of being underestimated.

"Ugh," One of the cadets muttered to his friends as he rubbed his sore arm.

"The musketeers are too hard."

"I know," One of the others replied. "Why can't we fight someone easier?" They looked over to where you were sparring with d'Artagnan. It was obvious neither of you were taking it seriously, because he was cracking jokes and you were all smiles.

"What about Y/N?" A third asked. "She'd be easy to take down!" A hand clamped down on his shoulder and the smile slipped off his face.

Athos was standing behind him.

"Five laps around the garrison. All of you." He said softly.

"Sir?"

"Ten."

"It was just a jo—"

"Fifteen."

"FINE!"

"Twenty for talking back. Now get going." The cadets grumbled, but took off nonetheless. You looked over, having heard the commotion.

"You should've let them take me on. They would've learned their lesson." You chastised Athos. Porthos slung an arm around your shoulder.

"Yes, but then they'd gang up on you." He said. "They just want to defeat you, fair fighting regardless."

"You don't know that." You said. 'I could probably take them out together too."

"Well let's not give them a reason to fight," d'Artagnan said." At that moment, Aramis rode up.

"Time to go." He said. The other three mounted their horses, and you went to do the same. "...What are you doing?" Aramis looked at you.

"You said it's time to go." You said, confused. "I'm just getting ready." Aramis looked at you and sighed.

"I meant it's time for us to go." He said softly.

"What do you mean? Why am I not going?"

"Well," Porthos cut in. "We...decided it would be best if you stayed behind." Your put your hands on your hips.

"Really? On what grounds?" You ground out. The musketeers looked between each other awkwardly. Finally d'Artagnan spoke up.

"We think it's too dangerous."

"Too dangerous?" You repeated in astonishment. "I'm a musketeer! My whole job is dangerous!"

"Look, we're leaving now, and Treville knows you're to stay here." Athos said.

"You can't do this!" You protested. "I'm not a child!"

"Goodbye Y/N." They rode out of the garrison, leaving you standing in the centre, seething.

...

It had been a week and a half since they left, and you were still bitter. You were furiously hacking at a training dummy when a cloaked stranger rode in, slumped over his saddle. You wiped the sweat from your forehead as you turned to the commotion.

Aramis fell out of his saddle, dressed as a Spanish guard. You lunged and managed to catch his head just before it hit the ground. He groaned in pain.

"What the hell happened?" He tried to sit up, and you carefully assisted him.

"Went undercover..." He forced out. "Found out...I'm the only one."

"Aramis. Where are the others?" You asked softly.

"Spanish fort. Ten miles south of border." You gently laid his head down on the ground, and Constance and Treville took your place. "Y/N...stop..." Aramis protested weakly, but it was too late.

You were on your horse and riding out of the garrison.

...

After hours of riding in silence, you found the fort. You stopped just before the forest ended. You dismounted, and grabbed your weapons, before inspecting the fort.

Two guards at the door. Two on each tower. One pacing along each wall. And God knows how many more inside. If you went right at it, you'd be shot before you made it to the front door. You sighed as you loaded your gun.

"It's never easy, is it?" You grumbled as you lined up your sights, and fired.

One of the tower guards froze, before toppling over the edge. You quickly reloaded and took out a guard on another tower, so they wouldn't know exactly where you were shooting from. After taking out the guards on the towers, you got on your horse and rode along the tree line. You stopped a fair distance away, and began firing from that angle, disposing of the men who were pacing the fort walls. The men at the doors had ran back inside the fort, and you cautiously approached the fort from behind. Circling at the base of the fort, you found a servant's door. Drawing a dagger and hiding it in your skirts, you knocked, and hid around the corner. Waiting.

The door swung open, and a guard walked out. He looked around, and when his back was to you, you struck. Wrapping your hand over his mouth, you plunged your dagger into his chest. You gently lowered him to the ground as his struggles grew weaker and weaker, before stopping altogether. You wiped your dagger on the guard's vest, before slipping it inside and closing the door behind you. The kitchen was empty, and you found a dirty maid's uniform. You slipped it on over your dress, and cut slashes in the sides for easy access to your weapons. You found a basket of stale bread, and piled it on a dirty tray. You took a breath, and stepped out of the kitchen. The guards paid you no mind, and you wandered around the fort, wondering where they were keeping your friends. You noticed a door off to the side, with four guards stationed in front of it.

That had to be it. You approached the door, but you were stopped. You kept your eyes to the ground.

"Comida para los presos," You said softly, showing them your tray. You noticed a ring of keys hanging on a hook next to the door handle. The guards examined your tray, and after throwing all but one of the pieces of bread on the dirt, waved you through. One of the guards took the keys and unlocked the door letting you go first before following behind you. The door closed, and he led the way down the stairs. You waited until you were far enough from the door before making your move. Dumping the bread on the ground, you swung the metal tray at the guard's head. He crumpled, and you dragged him into an empty cell. You stuffed a glove in his mouth, tied his hands around his back using his belt, took his keys and locked him inside. You slowly crept along the halls, looking in the cells. They were all empty, save for the one at the end of the hall. Athos was standing in the corner, Porthos was spread eagled on the one cot in the cell, and d'Artagnan was sitting against the wall. They didn't notice you, and you unlocked the door. They tensed up as you opened the door.

"Now what do you want?" Athos demanded. You sighed, and walked back out of the cell. You grabbed a torch from the wall and came back in. Their eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Y/N?" D'Artagnan asked carefully.

"Hello boys!" You said cheerfully.

"How did you—" You held up a hand.

"I proved you wrong. Now let's get out of here!"

[chiaraanatra]

Musketeers Don't Die Easily (Athos)

Summary: They had to make it believable and that involved not having you in on the plan.

Warnings: Series-appropriate violence, mentions of blood, minor spoilers for season one finally, angst with a fluffy ending

Word Count: 1.3k

AN: Finally, a piece for Athos, took me long enough! Feedback is always appreciated! Can also be read on AO3

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The four of you walked through the corridor back towards the Garrison. Athos always insisted that you never left the Garrison without a musketeer escort. You both knew that you could take care of yourself, he had made sure of that, but that could never fully quell his worries about something happening to you. You couldn’t help but find it enduring. The two of you had known each other since he first moved to Paris, quickly developing a friendship much to his dismay, wanting to be left alone to brood in peace, something you would have none of. The truth was you loved the tall sandy blonde, but that was a secret (a poorly hidden one if you were to ask Aramis and Porthos) that you would take to your grave.

You watched as Porthos joked around, glancing at the smirk that fell onto Athos’ lips. As his eyes met yours you quickly looked away, praying the blood to leave your cheeks.

“Athos!” You turned around to find D’Artagnan shouting down the corridor. To your knowledge, the 4 of you handed heard anything from the brunette in a few days. You looked towards the young recruit before looking back up at Athos.

“What do you want?” Athos pushed past you slightly, so you were just behind him. You watched as Porthos, and Aramis moved in closer to you both. You couldn’t help the confused look on your face.

“An apology for the way you've treated me.” D’Artagnan spat.

“What’s going on…?” Your whispers were directed at Athos, but he seemed unfazed, almost ignoring your words.

“Or what?” Athos retorted. You reached out to touch his arm as fear began to find its way into your chest.

“Or... we'll settle this like gentlemen.” D’Artagnan drew closer, removing his glove before slapping Athos across the face with it. You let out an audible gasp and felt Aramis move you farther behind the three of them. Athos pushed the younger musketeer.

“Hey!” Porthos grabbed D’Artagnan pulling him away, “that's enough!”

“I know what you did to your wife, Athos. I know your true character. You disgust me! You'll hear from my seconds!” You watched in confusion as the three men seemed pinned against the other. You wanted to speak but your voice was gone, fear slowly taking over your form.

You watched as Athos began moving closer, closing the gap between him and D’Artagnan before being paused by Aramis, “This must be done properly, according to the rules!”

“Damn the rules.” You watched in what felt like slow motion as Athos removed his pistol from its holster and aimed it at the younger brunette. You wanted to jump and stop him, but you felt yourself being pulled away by Aramis.

“D'Artagnan!” Porthos yelled out in a warning before Athos fired his shot obliterating a small barrel that was close to where D’Artagnan was standing. Aramis quickly moved you behind a pillar protecting you from any future fire.

This can’t be happening… Your thoughts were going a mile a minute. What were they thinking? What had happened in these past few days to spur such anger from the two men? A second shot was fired, and your mind went blank you looked around the pillar to find Porthos and Aramis kneeling over Athos.

The two began to stand and you saw their hands and Athos’ chest covered in a vibrant and thick burgundy. “He's dead!” Porthos cried out. It was at those words that you could feel your soul leave your body. He couldn’t be dead, you refused to believe it Athos could not be … dead. You attempted to get closer to Athos only to be stopped by Porthos, he removed his blood-soaked gloves before pulling you away. “You don’t need to see this Y/N…” His face was sorrowful.

“Let me see him...” You tried your best to push past the larger man, but he refused to budge. In the distance, you could hear Aramis yelling out to a fleeing D’Artagnan. You felt as though your heart was cut from your chest.

The two men had to practically drag you back to the Garrison, you were kicking and screaming trying to fight your way back to Athos. Once the gates were closed you were let go. You turned to face Porthos with fire in your eyes. “How dare you just leave him! We could have saved him! He might still be alive!” You began to pound on the larger man’s chest. He watched as the fire within you began to succumb to your tears. You were beginning to shake, legs becoming weak.

Porthos could barely look at you. He knew very well the feelings you had for Athos, and he hated the part that you had to play in all of this. After about half an hour of sobbing numbness began to take over your form. It was then that Aramis finally spoke “Why don’t you get some rest?” His voice was reluctant, and he also refused to look at you. With shaking breaths, you gathered yourself and made your way to your room within the walls of the Garrison.

You took no time to observe the surroundings of your room, only capable of taking a few steps to get to the foot of your bed before allowing your legs to give out. You sat on the floor feeling your eyes sting once more with tears.

It was then that a deep voice came from the corner of the room. “Has anyone ever told you that you are far too lovely to cry?” You gasped looking up in its direction. You hadn’t noticed the figure seated in the chair near the corner of your quarters. The figure stood and began walking towards you, as he breached the shadows you saw that familiar sandy blonde hair and smirk that you had firmly believed was lost forever only moments ago. His clothes were different, more relaxed, and no longer covered in crimson. He towered over you, offering his hand to pull you up off the ground. You reached out your shaking hand, scared of the tricks you were sure your mind was playing on you.

You felt warmth in the palm of your hand before you were pulled up gently. You looked up only to be met by beautiful pools of blue. You pulled him into a tight hug absorbing his warmth. “I… I thought you were dead…”

He returned your affection, holding you up in fear that your legs may give out. “For the purposes of the plan I am.” You looked up at him in confusion, “plan?”

His gaze moved away from your own for a moment before returning. “Milady de Winter wanted me dead. We had to make her believe that I was dead. I didn’t want you to have any part in this, but you became part of her believing it. I’m sorry.”

You took a small step back letting go of his hands, “I was just a part of the plan…? Collateral damage to make it believable?” There was anger in your voice, but you couldn’t help the tears that spilled onto your cheeks. “You bastard…” You weakly hit the taller man’s chest.

“You have every right to be mad at me. But this was the best way to ensure your safety. Y/N, I don’t know what I would do if something happened to the person I love.” You felt his fingers caress your chin lifting your head so you could look at him.

“Person you love...?”

“Yes, love. I tried to avoid it, fearing that I would put you in danger and in being honest you deserve a much better man. But yes, I love you.” He moved his hands to your checks running his thumbs over your tear-stained cheeks.

“I love you too, Athos.” Your arms made their way around his neck pulling him in close and pressing your lips to his. His touch was soft and gentle, you could feel the smirk that you loved so much forming against your lips. You moved away slightly to look up at him, a serious look taking over your features. “If you ever pull something like this again, I’ll kill you myself.”

“I do not doubt that, my love.” He smiled as he kissed the crown of your head.

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[doyoufancyathought]

Imagine making snacks for the Musketeers

Requested

The clash of swords met your ears as you pushed your rear against the gate to open it. As you turned, you could see your 4 best friends sparring in the courtyard, although it looked like d’Artagnan had just been bested by Athos, and Aramis and Porthos had turned towards the gate. The damn squeaking sound it made whenever it was pushed open always gave you away.

“Ah! Y/N! You’ve decided to grace us with your presence once again.” Aramis called out once he realized you had arrived. 

“Yes,” you called back and you walked towards the table. “And I brought some treats for you boys as well.” As you pulled the cloth from the pan, the smell of yeast and cinnamon wafted up and into the noses of the approaching men.

“Cinnamon buns?!?!” d’Artagnan could barely contain his excitement. “My mother used to make these for me all the time.” He promptly shoved one in his face, closed his eyes, and moaned in happiness.

Porthos was soon to follow, finishing his portion in little more than two bits, smiley wildly in pleasure. The other two, Aramis and Athos, followed suit, although they had the manners to take smaller bits and therefore not risk choking.

d’Artagnan threw his arms around you and spun you around, all the while shouting “Thank you so much they were so good, brought back so much memories..” and he continued to blather on in like manner until you were gratefully rescued by the booming voice of the captain.

“Y/N! What have you done to get my four best men dancing like fools?”

Aramis stepped up and offered him a treat, which he accepted with hesitation. Your practical jokes had blindsided him more than once, and he was now cautious of you, with good reason. But Aramis assured the captain that the food was good to eat, and he soon discovered that the cinnamon buns were, indeed, quite good. He even went so far as to offer forgiveness for past transgressions (aka making him the victim of practical jokes) if you brought him another pan of cinnamon buns, but just for him. You agreed, and all of a sudden, the boys hailed you as a culinary hero. 

[anotherimaginescollection]

‘Why did we have to do this?’ you asked, watching as people bustled off the boat, making their way with a kind of odd purpose that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Everyone seemed to move a lot faster here.

‘Because,’ said Aramis, draping an arm across your shoulders and steering you out of the way of some other passengers, ‘there are some very attractive –’

‘The King sent us,’ Athos reminded you all, very sternly, his attention skimming the sea of people.

‘Business as usual then,’ said Porthos, sharing a small smirk with you.

‘This is going to be a long trip, isn’t it?’ asked D’Artagnan, falling into step with you as the others moved ahead.

‘You mean it isn’t already?’ you asked, raising an eyebrow at him and earning a chuckle in return.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners; I just found them on Google (added the links here and here).

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Requested by anon

[multi-fandom-daddies]

Can I pretty please get F and C - from the wise list - and, C and W from the naughty one with Athos (Musketeers) preeeeeeetty please? I've been binge watching this show and I cannot stand how precious he is.

Don’t get me started on Athos or the Musketeers! I will literally talk your ear off! (He really is precious though isn’t he!) I think I got a little carried away here, but I hope you enjoy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Seeing as there’s no reliable condoms around, he mostly tries to pull out. He loves seeing you painted with his cum. Loves the feeling he gets when you’re lying there, panting and out of breath, and covered with his cum. He especially likes the bit that comes after it, wetting a cloth and washing the traces from your skin. The soft, gentle touches he uses are enough to send you to sleep and he always smiles when you let out a little yawn. Other times, he can’t help it, doesn’t react quick enough and cums inside of you. You’ve both spoken about it, the possibility of having children and he’s earning a decent enough wage as Captain of the Musketeers. So sometimes, he cums inside of you and the feeling of you clenching around him is like nothing he has felt before as he twitches inside of you. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You can always tell when he’s turned on. It’s hard not to, Athos isn’t very subtle. His eyes darken and he looks predatory. Athos’s eyes will follow you wherever you go, watching what you’re doing. It feels like being on fire, the force of his gaze enough to get you a little breathless and heating up. If he sees you watching, he’ll run his fingers over his lips, lips quirking before returning to whatever conversation he was having, although he doesn’t stop glancing over. 

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)It’s a result of months and months of tension between you. The two of you just never finding the right time to just be together. There was always something in the way, stopping you. His work, your work, his duty, your own responsibilities. They were always stopping you. Until one night when Athos had thought you’d gotten caught up in a fight at the local tavern. He had searched everywhere for you, demanding to know if anyone had seen you. Aramis was actually holding him back when you walked in, none the wiser as to what was going on. He had stormed over, taking your hand and leading you back out the tavern. It wasn’t until you saw his face in the flickering light of the torches that you realised he looked a mixture of relieved and distraught. 

It was when he escorted you home that you realised the things that was in between you didn’t matter. There would always be difficulties. Always be something wrong, but that shouldn’t be used as an excuse when you loved each other. And you knew you both loved each other. 

When Athos’s lips descended onto yours, it was full of all the things that were unsaid but not unknown between the two of you. It had quickly escalated, you dragging him backwards into your home and him kicking the door closed. His hands running all over you, wanting to feel your body as much as possible. Your bodice ties will irritate him, fingers getting tangled up and causing more knots than anything. So he cuts through them, promising he will buy you more first thing in the morning.

Your hands diverse him of his uniform, hands too eager to explore his body. The sex was so gentle, as though he was scared to hurt you. You knew of his past and how he believed he was not good enough to be with you. It was hard not to read him as his hand removes your clothes, leaving you bare to each other.

He’ll grunt into your neck, trying not to be too loud because he wants this moment to be shared between you, not anybody else. He litters kisses all over your body and your face as he thrusts into you slowly, both of you relishing in being so close to one another and having each other finally. He cums with a quiet moan of your name, hands entwining with your own as you cry out his name, body shuddering against his. 

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)Athos tends not to whisper them to you mid-sex, leaving them until after. If he does, it’s always about how beautiful you are. How wonderful you feel around him. It’s not until you’re lying in each other’s arms, catching your breath and enjoying the peace and quiet that Athos will whisper compliments to you. He’ll stroke up and down your arm, touch so light you could barely feel anything. “You’re so perfect… I do not deserve you” or “I love how your skin glows when you blush” or “you have a beautiful smile.” Other times all he has to say is “thank you” and you know that no matter what, this man loves you with all of his heart.

[imaginingsofotherworlds]

Musketeers x Reader: Snowball Fights

Synopsis: a super serious fic about an all out battle.

You tugged your cloak around you as you sat on a crate, watching d'Artagnan and Aramis spar. "Tell me again why I have to be here instead getting cozy inside?" You grumbled. Athos laughed softly.

"Because at some point they're going to argue, and they don't listen to us." You rolled your eyes.

"Of course they don't." Right on cue, Aramis was insisting he won the spar, while d'Artagnan stubbornly denied it. They wouldn't listen to anyone, and for once you couldn't get through to them either. They playful jabs slowly turned into aggressive arguing, and you were worrying that it would get worse. You knew you needed to stop the arguing as soon as you could.

So you did the rational thing.

You lobbed a snowball at each of them.

Both men froze, before slowly turning to you. You put your hands on your hips with a huff. "I'd appreciate it if you'd both stop acting like children." They both looked at each other, before looking back at you.

"So that's how it's going to be?" Aramis asked.

"What?" You asked. "What are you—" You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence, because at that moment d'Artagnan threw a snowball at your face. You sputtered in surprise, wiping the snow from your face. D'Artagnan and Aramis were grinning at you, both holding a snowball in either hand. "Oh crap." You threw your arms up in defense but it was too late. Aramis and d'Artagnan started lobbing snowballs at you. You shrieked, and ducked behind a pile of crates. "Porthos!" You shouted. "Help!" Porthos looked over from his training, and when he saw what was happening, immediately ran to your aid. He slid over to you and began making snowballs. You followed suit as he sat up and began firing back. The four of you laughed loudly as you tried to get the other team to yield. Aramis threw a snowball at you, but you ducked in the nick of time.

Then the laughter stopped abruptly. You turned around out of curiosity.

Athos was standing behind you, chunks of snow slowly sliding off his face.

You all held your breath, scared of what he'd do next. Athos calmly wiped the rest of the snow off his face before calmly bending down. Then before anyone could do anything, Aramis was on his back in the snow, with the remnants of a snowball on his face. You all turned back to Athos.

His arms were already loaded with snowballs. You all began to slowly back away but it was too late.

All hell broke loose.

[imaginingsofotherworlds]

The Musketeers x Reader: Henri

Synopsis: The fifth musketeer is a hardass. Right?

"Wanna try that again?" You blew some hair out of your eyes as you held the tip of your blade against d'Artagnan's neck. He held his hand up in surrender, wincing at the movement. You watched him for a moment, before sheathing your blade and helping him up. Porthos laughed as Athos grumbled and handed the former a small sack of coins. You knelt and plucked d'Artagnan's sword from the mud, holding out to him handle first. He took it sheepishly as Aramis walked up, leading his and d'Artagnan's horses along.

"We've gotta go." He told you. You nodded and quickly mounted your horse. Aramis nodded at d'Artagnan. "You too, trainee." He scowled but obeyed. After saying a quick goodbye, the three of you turned and rode out of Paris. You rode in silence for awhile, until d'Artagnan spoke up.

"Where are we going?"

"His Majesty wants us to collect a woman and her son." You told him as you kept your eyes on the road.

"Why?"

"Knowing isn't part of the job," Aramis said shortly.

"So we're supposed to blindly obey without asking questions?" You were about to answer when a scream broke through the air. You looked at each other, before urging your horses into a gallop. You broke through the trees to see to men riding away into the forest and a woman, screaming after them.

"I've got the two," You said before taking off after the men. They weren't hard to catch up to. Eventually you were so close you could see the tiny form of a child in the wicker basket on one man's back. You tried to think of a way to get the baby back without harming it. You pulled out your pistol, and shot the first man. He tumbled off his horse and landed on the ground as you rode past. "Stop!" You shouted after the other man. Unsurprisingly, he didn't. Instead, he swivelled around in his saddle and fired blindly over his shoulder. He missed.

Thinking of a new plan, you rode into the forest, cutting him off. You burst out of the trees, cutting him off. His horse reared up in surprise and he cursed. You pulled out the rifle, and levelled it at his chest. "Give me the baby." You hissed.

"You think I'm afraid of a little girl with a gun?" He scoffed, turned his horse, and trotted away smugly.

"I am a King's Musketeer, and this is your last chance!" He waved over his shoulder. You growled and dismounted, stalking after the horse as quietly as you could. The baby's cries masked your steps. You aimed at his back, above the baby, and fired. The baby's cries turned into shrieks and the man slumped forward. You caught him as carefully as you could and laid the would-be kidnapper on his stomach. Then you opened the basket.

The baby waved its pudgy hands in the air as it sobbed. The blood from the man was slowly turning the baby's clothes dark crimson. You picked the baby up as gently as you could, cradling him to your chest as you shushed him gently.

"It's alright, little one," You whispered as the baby's sobs gradually turned into whimpers, and eventually, soft coos and squeaks. "You're safe now." You slowly stood up as the baby grabbed onto the front of your shirt. You walked back to your horse, but before you could mount, the sound of running water caught your attention. You looked down at the baby in your arms, covered in dust and blood. Then, you grabbed the reins of your horse and began walking towards the sound.

...

"Where's Y/N?" Athos asked as d'Artagnan, Agnes, and Aramis rode into the courtyard. Aramis shrugged as d'Artagnan looked down.

"She went after the men that took Henri and we got separated. We're bringing Madame Agnes to the inn and then we're going out to search."

"I'm coming with you!" Agnes protested. "Henri is my son!"

"And Y/N is a Musketeer who is perfectly capable of looking after herself and a baby." Aramis said.

"Yet you go out to search for her anyway?" They didn't answer right away.

"She is our friend, and like it or not you are too valuable to accompany us." Aramis waved and Constance came up, laying a gentle hand on the other woman's shoulder.

"Come, you must be starving." Agnes looked like she wanted to say more, but she let Constance lead her away all the same. The Musketeers looked at each other before mounting and riding out in search of you and Henri.

...

You gently held the baby and lowered him into the water. He let out a high squeak as the cold water brushed over his skin, but they turned into giggles as you gently wiped the caked-on grime off of his little body. He reached for the water, trying to grab some, and you smiled at his laughter. You splashed some water onto his little stomach and he shrieked with laughter, causing you to giggle softly. When you were satisfied with how clean he was, you wrapped him up in your cloak. He nestled further into the warm fabric and before you knew it, he was asleep. You stood up, but quickly pulled out your pistol. "Who's there?" You demanded. Porthos stepped out from behind a tree with his hands up. You sighed and put your weapon away.

"Miss me?"

"You scared me half to death, damn you!" He laughed as the baby in your arms started to fuss. You turned your attention to the babe, rocking him gently back to sleep. When you looked back to Porthos, his eyebrows were raised and he was smiling. You scowled as Aramis, Athos, and d'Artagnan rode up. When they saw how gently you held the baby, how tightly his little fists clutched your shirt, their faces matched Porthos'. You didn't look at any of them as you stepped forward and deposited the baby in Porthos' arms. He immediately began to cry and you quickly mounted. You reached down as Porthos passed the baby back up. He immediately clutched at your shirt and stopped crying. You couldn't resist a smile.

"So the toughest lady Musketeer still melts at the sight of a babe." Aramis laughed.

"First of all, I'm the toughest Musketeer out of all of you, woman or not. Second of all, shut up."