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second chance

In 1600s Paris Constance lost Flea to an attack from the Red Guards. The Universe gives them another shot. (for the reincarnation section of my femtrop bingo and also here on ao3)

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When Anne had asked her to be her campaign manager Constance had said yes not realizing quite how much a full time job it would be. She was lucky that Jeanna and Fleur could manage her clothes shop in the meantime but it did mean less time for her to come up with new outfits and designs. Still, Anne had helped her get a divorce and was her best friend so she was glad to help out in this regard.

 Currently she was reviewing polling numbers for Anne at the place they had rented out for the campaign when Porthos knocked on her door. Like Athos, Aramis, and d’Artagnan he was part of the police force who volunteered to spend their free time helping out where they could.

 “Porthos.” Constance greeted him a tired smile, “Was there something I could do for you?” Porthos scratched his neck, a sign that he was about to ask her for a favour and since the situation was so rare Constance set her files down to give him her full attention.

 “My friend Flea is here.” Porthos began, ignoring how Constance raised an eyebrow at the name. “She runs a safe house for the homeless in the lower quarters. She just needs a minute.”

 Constance didn’t have a minute but she nodded anyway, “Let her in.”

 She’d barely gotten the words out before a blonde woman had barrelled past Porthos and into her room. Porthos caught Constance’s eye and grinned in apology, shrugging and leaving the two of them.

 “You must be Flea.” Constance stood up to offer Flea her hand and the second the woman took it it was like a shock to her system.

 “You must be Flea.” Constance nodded at the woman who met her in the alley. “Porthos said you needed my help.”

 “Word is you’ve the Queen’s ear.” Flea got straight to business, cutting through the pleasantries. “And I’ve got people who are dying.”

 Constance had seen the mayhem in the streets. The Red Guards were still causing so many issues for everyone and no one had suffered more than the Court of Miracles.

 “Tell me what you need.” Constance replied, as serious as Flea was in the wake of the destruction. She’d do what she could to save people.

 Constance blinked back the sudden thoughts that felt like memories stirring in her mind, she let go of Flea’s hand and saw that she was in as much of a daze as Constance was.

 Constance cleared her throat, it must have been just the stress of the job getting to her that was all, “What can I do for you.”

 Flea stared at her, narrowing her eyes and for a moment Constance felt like she was being analyzed but merely stared back in a challenge. Flea slowly grinned and sat down in the chair across from Constance’s desk, look for all the world like she was comfortable when Constance knew the chairs weren’t. She took her own seat and waited for Flea to say something.

 “We need funding.” Flea finally said, “We’ve been looking for a candidate who will deliver on their promises and I think your girl will.”

 It was on the tip of Constance’s tongue to deny that Anne was ‘her girl’ as Flea made it sound more that they were dating, instead she bit the inside of her cheek and then answered back, “Anne certainly intends to, if you have a case file I can deliver it to her to look at.”

 Flea snorted, “’Intends to’ is just a fancy way of getting out of it if she doesn’t keep her promises. Guess my hope was misplaced.”

 “It’s not misplaced.” Constance sighed in exasperation, “But you know as well as I do that hands can be tied up by making deals elsewhere.”

 “I’ve made more than my fair amount of deals like that but I need this. People are dying on the streets because I can’t open a second location.”

 Any anger she could have felt at Flea dissolved at that. “I’d love to be able to help you.” Constance said, “But it isn’t up to me.”

 “You can’t tell your girl how important this is?” Flea cocked her head, “Porthos said you were capable of anything if you truly cared about it.”

 Porthos was going to get frogs in his bed at this rate, Constance thought quietly. “I will talk to her.” She could convince Anne, it would take some pleading and arranging of Anne’s budget if Anne got elected but she certainly would do it. Flea was right, she was doing this for the people as much as she was Anne if she was being honest.

 Flea must have believed her because she chucked the file in her hand onto Constance’s desk and stood up. She rested her hands on Constance’s desk and leaned in, “I look forward to working with you.”

 Whistling, Flea walked out of Constance’s office and it could have been her imagination but she could have sworn that Flea’s hips swung just a little more than they should have as she left. Unbidden more thoughts came to mind.

 Flea brushed up next to her in the market, to any passerbys they just looked like two people choosing bread.

 “Any word?” Constance asked Flea, keeping an eye on the merchant at the stall to make sure they weren’t listening.

 “There’ll be a march tonight. We have to speed things up. I’m breaking into the Lord Franciosi place tonight.” Flea whispered back.

 Constance glanced over at Flea and saw her exhaustion, “Come rest now at the garrison, I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

 “Unless you’d care to rest with me?” Flea leaned in just a little bit more, her lips close to Constance’s.

 “I…” Constance choked on her words. Her and Flea had been working so close together and it was pointless to say her eyes hadn’t strayed towards Flea when they shouldn’t have because Flea had seen it for herself by looking at Constance at the same time. Constance swallowed and turned away, Flea’s disappointment was almost palpable.

 “I’ll see you at the garrison then.” Flea said and her hand lingered on Constance’s elbow just a second longer. She disappeared into the crowd as Constance watched, wishing she could call Flea back but there was nothing she could think of to say.

 Flea stopped right at the doorway and turned her head back to Constance, smirking when she saw where Constance’s eyes were and winking before she was gone.

 Constance rubbed her hand where Flea had touched it, thinking about the strange thoughts that had come from nothing.

 Sylive walked into her office a moment later, noticing Constance’s expression. “Everything all right?” Syvlie ran the campaign when Constance was unavailable, they really shared the position together. “Should I call that woman back and get her number for you?” Sylvie teased and Constance flushed. In retaliation she threw a pen at Sylvie, ignoring Syvlie’s laughter as she walked out.

 There was something about Flea though. Something just so weirdly familiar.

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 That night she dreamt of cobbled Paris streets and running alongside Flea through the streets with a sword at her side and a pistol in her hand.

 “They’re getting closer.” Constance said, out of breath. “We need to find some place to lay low.”

 “I know a place.” Flea grabbed her hand that wasn’t holding the gun, “Follow me.”

 They ducked through alleys, avoiding the main streets where they could until they ended up in a closed down bakery. Flea moved the boards to allow them access and placed it again so it still looked boarded up. She moved around the place briskly while Constance caught her breath.

 “You need to get the message to the Queen.” Flea said out loud, “There’s a back door here that goes to a street, you can get to the servant quarters from there.”

 Constance frowned, tucking the letter in her belt in more, “I’m not leaving you. They could still find you.” Even as she said it she could hear the shouting in the streets of the Red Guards looking for them.

 Flea’s lips curved upwards in a deceptive smile, “Worried for me Connie?”

 Any other time she’d have told Flea to stop calling her that but she knew Flea was just trying to get her angry enough to leave her. “Flea.” She stated, all seriousness. Flea must have been able to tell her plan wasn’t going to work and sighed.

 She took a step closer to Constance, right into her space. “You need to go.”

 Constance was about to argue again when Flea closed the space between them, pulling Constance in for a desperate kiss. It said the things Flea couldn’t, projected her worry for both themselves and the people they were trying to save.

 “Flea…” Constance breathed out her name as the kiss broke, she could hardly see Flea’s eyes in the dark but they glinted with unshed tears.

 Flea took a sharp breath and stepped back, pulling boards down from a door Constance hadn’t seen. “Go.”

 She had to and she knew it but as she went to the door it didn’t stop her from pulling Flea into another kiss. More of a goodbye one this time it felt like and Constance bit back the sob in her throat at the realization.

 With one last look she was gone. In the morning, so was Flea.

 Constance woke up with tears on her pillow and memories she’d forgotten swirling in her mind. She recalled all of it, the riots in Paris and the Red Guards taking brutal revenge, the letters from nobles who ordered deaths without the Crown knowledge, leaving Flea behind. Losing her.

 She lurched out of bed, disoriented. Constance remembered there was also a church and a prayer she whispered, begging God for a second chance. In a rush she stumbled out of her room and to her door, not even bothering to change. As she pulled the door open she froze when she saw Flea standing here, about to knock on it.

 “You remembered then.” Flea said and if it wasn’t for how her hand was shaking and the way her voice trembled Constance would think she was unfairly calm.

 “I…how?” Constance whispered.

 “Does it matter?” Flea asked and Constance shook her head. She reached out to pull Flea to her and into a kiss reminiscent of their first one.

 Constance laughed as she pulled back, resting her forehead against Flea’s.

 “When I said we’d be working together I didn’t quite think this, Connie.” Flea muttered but she reached out to take Constance’s hand, threading her fingers through the spaces to clutch at it wildly.

 “Don’t call me Connie.” Constance deadpanned but she couldn’t stop smiling.

 “I think we have things to make up for.” Flea hummed and pushed them backwards into Constance’s apartment, letting the door close behind them.

 “Says who?” Constance raised an eyebrow, playing along.

 “Says the universe.” Flea laughed, free and alive and Constance had never heard anything more beautiful to her.

 “Fair point.” She tugged Flea with her towards the bedroom and to a new chance together.

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I’m shocked you’d asked for this. shocked I say.

The bed was empty when Flea woke up in the middle of the night, the sheets next to her weren’t even warm which meant that Constance had left a while ago.

 She sighed and sat up and wrapped the blanket around, trudging through the house in search of Constance and finding her pouring over documents she’d received from Treville earlier that day.

 “Constance.” Flea rested her hand on Constance’s shoulder. When she got no response she tried for something that always elicited a reaction. “Connie.” Sure enough Constance sent her a dirty look that promised retribution but now that she had Constance’s attention she grinned. “Come back to bed.”

 Constance looked a little guilty at that, averting her gaze away from Flea.

 “Am I not better company than some papers?” Flea asked, letting the blanket slip purposely just a little.

 “Flea…” Constance began but shook her head. “I’m sorry, yes.” She stood and caught Flea’s hand. “Let’s go back to bed.”

 They made it down the hallway and into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed with exhausted sighs. She could tell that Constance’s mind was still going however and reached out to pull Constance closer to her, ending up with Constance resting her head in the crook between Flea’s neck and shoulder. She rubbed circles down Constance’s back, humming an old song that was her last link to her mother.

 Constance’s breathing evened out and Flea closed her eyes, letting sleep call back to her as well.

 Chances were Constance would be gone in the morning, off to save Paris once more, but for now she was in Flea’s arms and everything between them was perfectly fine.

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a little conflea drabble thing for @enkiindlethis so this has been sitting in my drafts for forever so i thought i’d finally publish it.

It was a warm summer night, and Porthos sat in his regular booth in his local pub surrounded by his friends. To the unobservant it looked like 4 friends on a Friday night out but if you looked a little closer you'd notice that they're eyes kept drifting over to the opposite end of the pub where two woman sat. It was clear that these two women were on a date. Their casual flirting and playful smiles were clear for all to see. The look on Porthos' face screamed older brother looking out for his little sister and the regulars knew that that was his relationship with the blonde sitting at the table.

"This was a terrible idea." Athos grumbled into his half empty wine glass.

"This was an excellent idea." Porthos argued, draining the rest of his beer.

"Yea. You don't have to be grumpy about everything." D'Artagnan added, already well on his way to being incredibly drunk.

"It's not about me being grumpy. It's about them being terrifying on their own. And now you've brought them together." Athos shook his head. "May God have mercy on our souls."

All the colour suddenly drained from Aramis' face as Porthos froze in his seat. "Fuck."

"Exactly." A smug look settled over Athos' face.

A loud laugh coming from the girls booth broke Porthos out of his dazed state and his eyes were drawn back to them. What he saw warmed his heart and pushed away any notion that this was a terrible idea. Because if Constance could make Flea laugh like that, then there was no way it could be.

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bro cake tasting is a golden conflea opportunity

“And by the power invested in me I now pronounce us wife and wife.” Flea slid the paper Constance’s way with a flourish and grin.

“What is it this time that you’ve decided we need to be married for?” Constance sighed, looking over the paper and then glanced up at Flea, “Wedding cake samples?”

“Free to newlyweds. So I guess I really pronounce us wives-to-be but semantics.” Flea rested her hands on the table, still grinning widely, “You know Connie I really wouldn’t have to fake it if you’d just say yes to my proposal.”

“And I’d say yes if you actually asked me on a proper date.” Constance shot back at her, shaking her head and hiding her smile.

Flea gestured at the paper in front of her, cocking one hand on her hips as though to prove a point.

“This does not count,” Constance tapped the paper, “This is unorthodox.”

“Which is perfect for us, we’ll start by sampling wedding cakes and work our way down to a wine and dine.” Flea stuck her hand out, “Come on Connie, what do you say? Do it for the cake samples.”

“Well,” Constance’s eyes danced with amusement, “I do enjoy cake.”

“And I enjoy you.”

“Flea.”

“I meant cake, semantics Connie, semantics.”

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001 + Conflea or Portance (what about Constance/Porthos/Flea though :O)

“You’re really soft, Connie,” Flea mumbled, trying to burrow herself deeper into Constance’s neck and slipping, laughing when she fell more onto Constance’s breasts.

“You’re really drunk, Flea.” Constance retorted, adjusting her hold on the other woman and trying not to flush in embarrassment as they scurried down the streets of Paris back to her place.

The one saving grace was the streets were empty but Flea would have paid no mind anyway, continuing her attempt to rest her head on Constance’s shoulder.

“I don’t suppose you’d care to tell me why you felt the need to match drinks with all of the boys tonight.” Constance sighed, looking over and only seeing Flea’s hair, despite her annoyance she pulled Flea closer, letting the other woman get a little more comfortable and catch her breath.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Flea grinned into her crook of her neck, warm breath tickling Constance’s skin.

“You and I are going to talk about what constitutes as a good time one of these days.” Constance muttered and then began stepping forward again.

“I can see our home from a distance.” Flea muttered and Constance stopped, staring at Flea once more.

In the months since she’d moved in Flea had never stopped calling it ‘Constance’s home’, never their shared place and Constance had known that Flea needed time to adjust to having something steadfast in her life but had been wondering if Flea would ever consider it as theirs.

Flea laughed suddenly, pulling away from her side to spin around and face Constance, draping her arms over Constance’s shoulder to link behind her head.

“I can tell what you’re thinking.” Flea said, amused.

“That I’m amazed your balance didn’t fail completely?” Constance raised an eyebrow, her hands coming up to rest on Flea’s hips.

“Aside from that.” Flea laughed, stepping in closer to rest her forehead against Constance’s, “I truly do think of it as ours Constance.”

“That’s all I’ve wanted you to.” Constance smiled, closing the gap between them to kiss Flea.

She pulled away when Flea stumbled in her attempts to get closer.

“I think we ought to continue this at home.”

“Lead the way my dear Connie.”