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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.

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.

An unforeseen rescue ~ Aramis x reader

Picture not mine

Word count: 1,593

Warnings: some violence, but what else would you expect of a Musketeer fanfiction

Summary: The four musketeers are enjoying their day off when d’Artagnan is attacked by a stranger.

The square was bustling with people going along their business. There were a few older ladies sitting under a tree weaving baskets while keeping an eye on what their grandchildren were doing. There were a few scavenging dogs here and there trying to steal some scraps while dodging the boots of angry vendors. The four musketeers Athos, Porthos, Aramis and d’Artagnan were standing at the edge of the square under the arches that protected the walkway from wind and weather. Aramis was leaning against one of the stone pillars while the rest of the group stood near by.

The four of them were enjoying the peacefully normal everyday life of the people around them as they took a short break from their duties. On days like this with the sun shining through the luscious green leaves of the trees and when the chirping of the birds and the happy chattering of the people passing by were the only noises to be heard, everything seemed so peaceful, no violence, no danger, no one plotting against the king and queen – it all seemed so far away.

Over the crowd the more spiritual one of the group noticed a stranger coming towards them. He was wearing worn out pants, a shirt and brown leather boots. A scabbard and rapier hung at his side and his face was concealed by the hood of a cloak. Aramis had no doubt that the armed stranger was coming straight towards them.

Just as he pushed himself off of the pillar to warn his friends the stranger raised his voice. “Hey, you!”, he directed it at d’Artagnan. This startled the young man from the peaceful idyll he was captured by, making him send a surprised look the direction of the approaching person. Having his attention the stranger shouted: “Yeah you, musketeer scum!”  There was a slight grin detectable in the person’s voice. The words shocked the older musketeers and angered the young impulsive hothead.

Walking towards them the stranger’s rapier was pulled and immediately connected with d’Artagnan’s weapon. The clashing of metal on metal disrupted the tranquility of the afternoon. While blow after blow followed the other three wondered what their companion could’ve done to attract this person’s anger. The two fighters were almost dancing that elegant were their movements. Both of them seemed to be equal until suddenly d’Artagnan landed on the ground defeated, the opponent’s blade at his throat.

Just as the others wanted to step in, the attacker who had kept his hood on during the whole fight pulled it of only to reveal a woman underneath it. This made the older musketeers halt in their steps and a smile of recognition spread onto d’Artagnan’s face.

“(Y/n)!”, he shouted out full of surprise. “Hey there, farm boy!”, the girl said with a grin as d’Artagnan stood back up again. “How come you’re here?”, he asked and engulfed her in a tight hug. “You owed me a fight.” At that response the young man had to chuckle. “You improved”, he stated impressed. “Well, after you left I had a lot of free time on my hands”, (Y/n) said cheerfully.

Suddenly d’Artagnan grew serious pushing the girl away from him so he could look at her properly. “What’s with your dad? Does he know you’re here? He’ll be furious.” Being friends with her for such a long time d’Artagnan knew how her father hated it when (Y/n) went out on adventures, when she wasn’t the good little girl staying on the premises of their farm and how violent he could become.

Unlike d’Artagnan (Y/n) didn’t seem scared at the thought of her father. The happiness and cheerfulness didn’t disappear from her voice when she responded, a glint of relief in her eyes. “My old man finally cut the curb and now I’m a free woman!” As those last words left her mouth she turned high-spirited in a circle her arms wide spread as if she were trying to hug everything around her. “No family to bind me to that horribly boring place. And of course I had to come and see you”, she concluded which ended up in the two of them hugging again.

During the whole conversation the three other musketeers watched carefully. They still had no clue of what was going on. That was when the youngest musketeer brought (Y/n) over to introduce her.

“Guys, this is (Y/n) a childhood friend of mine from Gascony. (Y/n), these are my comrades Athos, Porthos and Aramis.” One after the other they bowed slightly. Being the romantic hero type Aramis of course had to be flamboyant by taking her hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles which made her blush.

Never had a man paid this sort of attention to (Y/n). Back in Gascony they all thought she was weird as (Y/n) knew how to fight and didn’t behave like the typical woman should and therefore they kept their distance. (Y/n) never cared about those boys back home but this man in front of her made her heart skip a beat.

Aramis was just as infatuated by her as she was with him. In his eyes she was the most beautiful and confident woman he had ever seen and he was impressed by her fighting skills.

“So (Y/n)”, d’Artagnan said turning back to his friend, “what are your plans for your stay in Paris?” Nervously chuckling and scratching the back of her neck the girl looked up at him. “Other than never wanting to leave ever again I don’t really have any. I still have to find a place to sleep.” “You want to stay in Paris?”, d’Artagnan asked surprised. “Yeah, I love it here, all the people, the action. And also... I... I kinda sold off the farm”, she replied embarrassed. “You did what?!. You sold the farm without even having any plan for the future, no place to stay?!” The girl looked away embarrassed.

“Hey, hey, we can see if you can spend a few nights at the garrison”, Aramis jumped in to spare (Y/n) from d’Artagnan’s anger. At the proposition the (e/c) eyes of the girl lit up in hope. D’Artagnan sighed. “Ok, but we have to go check something out. You stay here and afterwards I can maybe show you around Paris.”

“D’Artagnan you can’t just leave me here. It’s so boring. I want to come with you. Come on. Please?”, (Y/n) begged her finger itching for adventure, “you saw that I can take care of myself.” D’Artagnan didn’t like the idea of taking her with them but he couldn’t say ‘no’ to her pleading eyes and he knew she was far too stubborn to talk her out of this. So sighing he agreed causing the girl to jump up ecstatically.

When the five of them reached the old, vacant tavern where they were supposed to meet a merchant to seal a deal it was suspiciously empty. The musketeers immediately knew something was off. Turning to leave again they stopped in their tracks as unnoticed by them quite a handful of heavily armed men had entered the room add started to circle them.

An ambush.

The strangers’ weapons were already drawn. In response five more blades were unsheathed. Without a word spoken the ambushers attacked. There were far more men sent by the merchant than Aramis and his companions, so each of them had to take on multiple attackers.

Aramis regretted that he had led (Y/n) into this danger by not refusing to take her, but his mind wasn’t occupied by this thought for too long as two of the enemies charged towards him.

Slowly but surely one man after the other fell to the floor hardly standing a chance to the well trained musketeers. Even (Y/n) was able to stand her ground.

Once in a while one of the attackers’ blows would hit their target but luckily only causing some bruises through the armour or some minor cuts.

Just as they had thought they nearly made it another mad appeared out of nowhere the blade of the weapon heading straight for the charming musketeer’s chest. Aramis saw this coming but couldn’t do anything about it as he had his hands full with keeping two other men at arms length.

Luckily, he wasn’t the only one who noticed the appearance of this new man. Their new found companion had as well. Scared for the life of the attractive man fighting next to her, her swings grew more violent and she finally stuck her last opponent to the ground.

As soon as she had rid herself of him she ran over to Aramis just in time preventing him from being seriously injured by burrowing her blade into the back of the attacker which resulted in him dropping to the floor.

In the meantime the other four musketeers had rid themselves of the remaining rivals.

“Thanks, for saving my life”, Aramis said a little out of breath. “You’re welcome, handsome”, (Y/n) replied winking cheekily.

Since that fateful and very eventful day a few weeks had passed. Treville had allowed (Y/n) to stay at the musketeer garrison as long as she liked as a way to show her his gratitude for saving one of his most loyal men. The girl didn’t plan on leaving any time soon. She enjoyed spending time with the musketeers and aiding them on their missions. And once in a while she and Aramis would sneak off spending the afternoon off, away from the city on rides in the country enjoying the tranquility.

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.