1920s ex-soldiers-turned-gardeners Musketeers AU
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Sons Of Mine I Hear You Thrilling (To The Trumpet Call Of War) by Cunien
Fandoms: The Musketeers (2014)
23 Aug 2017
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"He doesn't realise he's crying until his shaky sobs dislodge some more of the earth, and mud pools fresh around his legs. He can see a hand sticking out of it - skin clean and smooth like that of a boy. God, he doesn't want to be here with all these dead men. Aramis believes in God and angels, but does he believe in ghosts? Does he believe that these men might be angry with him, because he's alive and they are not? Does he believe they'll come for him?
There's something moving out there. If it's the Germans pushing forwards they'll likely throw a grenade down to clear the crater without even stopping to see him. If it's Marsac he might get shot by either side, stumbling around in the darkness. If it's the dead, come for Aramis…
There's nothing he can do but wait. All his prayers are gone. Aramis closes his eyes, and thinks of snow."
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It's 1916, and Aramis, Athos, Porthos and d'Artagnan are about to meet on the battlefields of France. (This is a prequel to the idea that bit me, Mausii, akathecentimetre and agarthanguide in the butt many moons ago: what if the Musketeers were battle-scarred gardeners in a 1920s mansion owned by Treville and his niece Ninon? Stick with me, it works...)
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Magic beans,” Aramis says because his mind is still racing from that punch and his tongue feels loose and disconnected from his brain. His body meets the door with another angry shove from Porthos, as if the other man were trying to push him right through the hard wood. “Aramis,” Porthos hisses in warning. “I cannot deal with your shit right now.”
Aramis takes a deep breath. “Athos is going to die and then we probably will too. No one gives a damn about us here, we can’t make enough money. The landlady is about to throw us out and I’m losing my mind and we both know it. It can’t go on, Porthos. It can’t.”
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Part 2 in the WW1-Soliders-Turned-Gardeners AU.
Aramis is losing his mind, Athos just doesn’t care anymore, and Porthos is trying to hold it all together. And d’Artganan is…gone?
This part is mainly set-up for the boys beginning their new life as gardners on a 1920s country house estate, owned by Treville and his niece Ninon. This is very angsty I know, but it will get easier. It’s always darkest before the dawn, you know?
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It’s 1920, and ex-soldiers Porthos, Athos and Aramis have gone to work as gardeners on the big Cornish estate owned by their old Major-General, Treville.
In the shadow of WW1 they attempt to turn to the business of growing instead of killing, of nurturing and tending instead of fighting. But their experiences at war and the loss of d’Artagnan is quite literally haunting them, and the past refuses to stay as buried as they would like.
The third and final in my Musketeers-ex-soldiers-turned-gardeners AU.
Title from the poem ‘Everyone Sang’, by Siegfried Sassoon (who might just make a cameo in future chapters…)
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1921. After the events of Everyone Was A Bird, Aramis is on his way to an institution in Dartmoor that treats patients suffering from shellshock and PTSD. With Porthos and Constance in New York, d’Artagnan gone and Athos not replying to his letters, can Aramis figure out where he belongs without his anger or his slipping sanity swallowing him whole first?
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Later chapters will feature M/M sex scenes, non-major-character suicide, overdose. Please read tags carefully.*
Title is from the poem ‘Memory’ by Siegfried Sassoon.
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