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Aramis and the babies fic is on AO3. I didn't do anything to it it's exactly the same

#aramis and the babies #my fic #portamis #Mine

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ID: three screenshots of Mike in Whitstable Pearl, on the phone, holding a camera with a long lens, and looking a bit distressed. End ID

Random pics of Howard Charles from “Whitstable Pearl “ season 2 😀

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ID: a scene from BBC Musketeers across eight gifs. A busy scene in the garrison yard, men and horses, Athos takes a message and walks across, looks around at things. He and Porthos meet eyes across the business, Athos hesitates then looks away, walks to his horse and mounts. Porthos watches him, stood still, then turns back to the preparations, frowning. Athos rides out under the arch. End ID]

Athos & Porthos - The Musketeers, ep.2x10.

#athosxporthos

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[ID: two gifs from BBC Musketeers, camera on Porthos and then Aramis, at an inn, looking worried. End ID]

Porthos & Aramis - The Musketeers, ep.1x10

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I wish we could have gotten one entire episode of the main musketeers completely on their own, maybe traveling across the country with no supervision. No one to judge, no reason to keep up appearances of any kind. If Porthos and Athos want to knock D’Artagnan off his feet and muss up his uniform they’ll do so, no worry of looking childish.

[Image description: A line drawing with pencil shading, of Porthos and Athos laughing as they turn away from the viewer. Porthos is adjusting his gloves, looking down, and body angled towards Athos. He is wearing his detailed jacket and pauldron. Athos has his jacket undone, weapon belt gone, and is looking over his shoulder, laughing with an open mouth at something just below our view. End ID.)

#art rec #yesssss that would've been a GREAT episode #just them being chill.

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@thesunwillshineclearer my man porthos. my beautiful best friend porthos. thank u for request ! (ids in alt)

#Art rec #Porthos #Ohhh! Yay! He is BEAUTIFUl and SMIRKING and GREAT #I love him playing cards those are great drawn cards I love his expressions I love th colours

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Drank a smoothie and APPARENTLY my stomach is NOT HAVING IT so i gave up on plans and am watching Midsomer Murders and thinking about rereading Suzie Shooter Midsomer Murder au

Might put Aramis and the babies onto ao3 but it need a title for that. I will search for a theme tune for it on Spotify. Good choice.

#Stomachs should be illegal

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Might put Aramis and the babies onto ao3 but it need a title for that. I will search for a theme tune for it on Spotify. Good choice.

#Aramis and the babies #Rambling

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[ID: three screenshots of Howard Charles in Whitstable Pearl. In a flat, focus tight on his face, lit, blurred police high-vis behind. Looking down a camera with a long lens, finger on the trigger. Sat sprawled in a chair with a really generic mug, frowning, sort of pouting. End ID]

Howard Charles in Season 2 Episode 2 of “Whitstable Pearl “ 😀

This is currently streaming on Acorn TV

#howard charles #whitstable pearl #I've sort of been skim watching this. it's fine. he's great. #they were doing a rear window episode he's got a broken leg he's spying on his neighbours haha. I didn't watch all of it. Most of it. anywa

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[ID: five gifs of the musketeers and the queen saying goodbye to Porthos before he rides off to face the Spanish on his own. Porthos walks to Aramis, face turned away, walking into a half hug, Porthos's shoulder to Aramis's chest. The queen offers her hand to him, on his horse, and he takes it and bows, she says "godspeed, Porthos". d'Artagnan clasps his hand, face in the frame Porthos out, and says "look after yourself, Porthos". Porthos, against blue sky, says "I always do. It's you I worry about". Athos steps forward a bit, eyes on Porthos out of frame, and says "Just stay alive". End ID]

I’ll do my best. THE MUSKETEERS 2.09

#serendipity. I was just saying this bit lived rent free in my brain and here are the gifs. #idk why just stay alive/I'll do my best just sticks. #Also that hug with Aramis is lovely. Porthos just thuds his shoulder into Aramis's chest.

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ID: 5 gifs of a scene from BBC Musketeers, Porthos finding a Spanish coin. Porthos holds up something he's found, rooting in his pocket to findn a coin to compare it to, slides down a snowy bank to his horse, talking, holding up the coin and grinning, laughing, turning to talk to Aramis and d'Artagnan, then drops it into his hand with the other coin, looking up, face more serious. End ID

Porthos - The Musketeers, ep.1x1.

#Porthos #I wanna put the vibe in the ID like

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Change of plans, this was going to be 8 parts but I think I am done with it so this is the last bit :) Aramis and his babies, modern Portamis au where Aramis has 3 (only 3 per the poll really) babies, he meets porthos. part one is here.

“Can I see you sometime, alone, in the daytime, without any of this lot?” Aramis asked Porthos.

He was lying on the sofa, Porthos had continued on his saviour streak and ‘what’s next for damage control?’ roll, scooping up Hugo, Louis, Marie and Luc, Grace. Paulina was staying, she was eighteen though and had no need for collecting or saviours. She’d only been with Aramis a few months, the daughter of an old, old friend he’d thought dead, who needed help. Unofficial, quiet. She’d come with her mother sometimes, too, afterwards. And then as she grew up, she’d come visiting. It was nice. Now everyone was in the kitchen with Paulina helping her make dinner, drawing, or something else quiet and contained, and Porthos was sat on the floor with his back to the sofa looking through homework and listening in on the kids.

“Hm?” Porthos said, frowning down at someone’s maths.

“I want to see you,” Aramis said. “Alone.”

Porthos looked up at him, surprised.

“To dump me? Are we even dating yet?” Porthos asked, frowning.

“To talk,” Aramis said. “How long do you have Grace, this time? Though if I find a babysitter they could probably have her too.”

“Dunno, Flea’s gone off to Manchester, thinks she’s found Charon. Haven’t told you much about that, have I?”

“No. Maybe another time.”

“Yeah, no, just thinking about what context you need. No knowing how long she’ll be, and if he’s there and comes back, well, he technically lives at mine. Or I live in his flat. Grace stays with me then too sometimes. Depends,” Porthos said. “I dunno.”

“Okay. A babysitter who’s happy to keep an eye on all four of the little ones,” Aramis said.

“And Beep, just in case,” Porthos said.

“Oh yeah, mustn’t forget the cat. Maybe Athos and Sylvie would do it. I’ll ask,” Aramis said.

“Daft question, old thing, never mind. But, am I in trouble?” Porthos asked.

“No. If I had something like that to say, we could have that sort of conversation in the hallway. Perfect place, a hallway,” Aramis said.

“Not fucking you in the hallway,” Porthos said equably, going back to the maths. “Okay. I’m probably free more days than you at the moment, I’m just doing Tesco, my degree stuff is flexible. Pick a few dates, once you find a sitter.”

Aramis shut his eyes, a headache growing. He felt like shit, but it wasn’t as bad as it might have been. Something crashed in the kitchen and Porthos rolled up to his feet, Aramis opened his eyes and saw him get up, graceful and powerful, all muscle and certainty of his own body, moving out to the kitchen to investigate. Aramis waited, heard laughter, and shut his eyes again figuring Porthos could manage for a bit.

Once Athos had agreed, Aramis realised he’d have to formulate a plan. He considered taking Porthos to a cafe or something for about two seconds flat.

Once the children were all ensconced with Athos, Grace looking a bit concerned but relaxing when she realised Luc and Paulina were going to be around, and Hugo had climbed into Athos’s lap, Aramis commandeered Athos’s car. He had to hot wire it to start it, Athos would never lend out his car, especially to Aramis.

“Er,” Porthos said.

“What? You want to walk?” Aramis said. “It’s far.”

“Don’t want to walk. Don’t want to piss off a man willing to babysit, how’ll we ever have sex if he stops saying yes to your requests?” Porthos said.

“Good! You’re a man who thinks with his dick, absolutely my kind of man,” Aramis said.

“I am not ever fucking you in that fucking hallway!”

“You just called it a fucking hallway, aka a hallway for fucking.”

Aramis wasn’t actually invested in having sex in the hallway, but he was endlessly amused that Porthos kept interpreting him as angling for it. The more Porthos said it, the more Aramis took it on as a challenge and badge of honour that was his for the taking, if he was just persuasive enough. He whistled as he drove, one hand on the wheel, window open. Porthos sighed and sprawled against the car window, watching Aramis. 

He didn’t ask where they were going, he just followed on when they pulled in and parked up, hand groping for Aramis’s hip. Aramis skipped out of the way and Porthos followed a bit of a distance instead, hands in his pockets, pace steady and unhurried. He came to a halting, skipping stop when Aramis pulled open the big church door. 

“What?” Porthos whispered, tiptoeing in after Aramis, taking off the bandana that was wrapped around his hair today, crossing himself. “Thoughts I was having when I stepped in here! Aramis!”

Aramis laughed. Porthos’s whisper echoed. He was lucky no one was in there today, if it had been a day the father was in with a sermon it would have been all the old folks turning their heads to tut. As it was, the church was empty, so Porthos’s dramatics went un-noted by anyone other than Aramis. Aramis noted happily, then wandered over to the font, running his fingers over the stone, eyes still on Porthos, watching him tentatively moving further into the church, looking around, and up. He whistled when he saw the ceiling.

“You brought me to a church to show me a ceiling?” Porthos asked, still at his ridiculous non-whisper.

“I didn’t actually,” Aramis said.

Porthos turned to him, out of place and awkward, not uncomfortable though. Baffled. Aramis let his smile grow. Porthos huffed out a breath, pulled the funniest face, and then held out his arms, at Aramis’s mercy. Aramis liked that. He took Porthos’s arm, linking them together tight, and strolled them down the nape to the altar, and above the altar the old, old wood carving. Jesus on his cross, a beautiful piece of art, the cross not in the best condition, the wood showing through. Aramis sometimes thought the wood was his favourite part. Dark with varnish. There was paint still, faded. Red on his hands and feet and side, his face from the thorns.

“Fucking hell,” Porthos muttered.

“Right?!” Aramis said, pleased by Porthos’s stunned reaction. When he turned, Porthos was looking at him though not the statue. “What?”

“You’re off your rocker,” Porthos said. Aramis grinned, shrugging. “You said you wanted to talk, I thought, I dunno. A coffee shop.”

“Thought about it,” Aramis admitted, tucking Porthos’s arm into his, looking back up at Jesus, and then twisting to cup Porthos’s face and kiss him. “Shall we?”

“I am not fucking you in a church either, Aramis,” Porthos said, back to his hissing whispers.

“Shall we sit, Porthos! To talk!” Aramis said, hand knitted behind Porthos’s head, holding him steady, laughter bubbling up out of him. “I really like you, I really really like you.”

“Oh,” Porthos said.

“I might love you,” Aramis said. “I do love you. I was going to invite you for a sedate coffee, a nice date, ask you out, see if you’d be my boyfriend.”

“Instead you came here, to look at me like you would worship me, in front of your creepy scary Jesus, under a billion eyes in that ceiling painting,” Porthos said, mouth turning up into a smile. He tipped his chin up. “Kiss us, then. What are you waiting for?”

“To talk to you,” Aramis reminded him, but kissed him seeing as he looked like he might be about to fight for it. “I was going to talk to you.”

“Got it. Love, dating, boyfriends, shit like that,” Porthos said. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I want you to fuck me in a hallway.”

Porthos’s breath caught, he swallowed visibly, stepping back from Aramis out of his hold. Aramis followed, then stood still as Porthos backed away more purposefully, staring at him. He bumped into the front pew, stumbled.

“Alright?” Aramis asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, can we go back home?” Porthos asked. “Now.”

“Of course,” Aramis said. “Car’s that way.”

“I’ll just sit here for a bit,” Porthos said, groping for the pew, then giving up and sitting on the floor. “Yep. Here.”

“Can I sit there, too?” Aramis asked. Porthos nodded so Aramis folded himself down to sit cross legged, back against the pew. They looked up at Jesus. “It’s art.”

“You’re art.”

“Are you having a freak out?”

“Little bit.”

“About?”

“Thought maybe I loved you too.”

“Maybe?”

“I can’t do this. Not- I mean I don’t mean this this. I can’t. I don’t.”

“That was very clear,” Aramis said. They sat for a while. “You could tell him up there, if you can’t tell me. That’s what my mother used to say. She’d bring me here and say tell him, I’ll not listen.”

“Sorry about your injuries,” Porthos said, to the statue. Aramis thought he was being teased, but caught a thread of sincerity, and wondered if Porthos maybe wasn’t so keen on the gory Jesus statue. “Sorry about the scratches and nails and things. Um. I’m a bit scared. Bet you were scared too, right? Being put up there. People chiselling you out of that nice tree.”

Aramis leant his head back against the pew. Porthos talked about the statue more than himself, anxiety about the wood and the lost paint, the blood, coming out of him in streams of words. In between Aramis picked out Porthos’s fear, of losing control, of losing himself, of being left. Love, Aramis picked out, was a painful business for Porthos, and was more often slow and easy than headfirst crashing to church flags.

“You can stop if you like,” Aramis whispered. “When I was little, I used to want to climb up to him, whatever statue or picture or whatever. Get him down, bandage his wounds. I became a nurse because of him.”

“I didn’t know you were a nurse.”

“Not any more. Haven’t I told you about my work? I’m a chaplain. It’s a nine to five job, it’s at the uni, that’s why I was there. It fits close enough with the kids’ holidays,” Aramis said.

“You’re a priest. No wonder you brought me to church.”

“I just wanted to show you the art. Kiss you under the millions of eyes in the painting on the ceiling.”

“Hold my hand instead.”

They sat for a long time, holding hands, quiet settling around them until Aramis started idly humming. Porthos sang along, the tune the same hymn Aramis had, but the words something from a pub on a Friday, Porthos’s deep, light voice resonating. Churches were built with acoustics in mind, and it was like the air hummed, notes long, held in the wood.

parts:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 [complete]

#portamis #mine #bbc musketeers #porthos #aramis #aramis and the babies

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

#Oh I LOVE these. #They will all look so nice on Porthos <3

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[ID: Porthos in his splendid season 3 Musketeers uniform, including his big, richly ornamented fleur-de-lis shoulder pauldron studded with golden animal heads: a bear, a bull and a lion. He's standing at an open doorframe, on guard, one hand pulling a pistol from his belt, dark, intense eyes trying to spot enemy movement outside. /end ID]

Porthos. Because I feel we could all use some of his steady, loyal and rock-solid strength in these insecure times.

#porthos

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

#Absolutely u can if you want to :)

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[ID: Sketch in black on a gold background of Porthos, Athos, and Aramis, all laughing and partially turned to the right. Porthos stands at the back with his right arm around Aramis's shoulders with his fingers linked with Aramis', and his left arm around Athos, their hands linked and pressed on Athos' chest. Aramis and Athos are holding hands, their joined hands raised between them. All three are wearing modern winter clothing. End ID]

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Random modern muskies on a winter walk

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#art rec #ahhh look at them! <3 #Porthos looks so happy :)

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Athos, looking like something out of a fairytale, until...

[ID: in the first two gifs, we see Athos, in his black leathers, on his black Friesian, riding through a hazy, twilit forest. The third gif shows him getting thrown off his startled horse /end ID]

#have i reblogged this? idk. porthos isn't in it so prob not? #it is hilarious look at him fly off #athos