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Three Musketeers - Aramis/OC

A Three Musketeers Fanfiction

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Summary

 When Elise decided to let out part of her home to support her son, she did not expect to eventually call the three disgraced Musketeers who came to live with her friends. Neither did she expect to be pulled into their adventures when a young man named D'Artagnon came to Paris, bringing with him their chance for redemption.  Aramis/OC

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You know the way your thoughts wander as you're laying there trying to fall asleep? Yeah....it's a dangerous time. But, it would seem I'm at my mind and my muse's mercy. And that I have an impulse control problem. Because this happened. And it won't go away... 

Send help! I can't be trusted with my own brain!

Okay, so I don't actually know where this one came from, it just sort of happened. It's based solely on the 2011 Three Musketeers movie (featuring Matthew MacFadyen, Orlando Bloom, Luke Evans, Logan Lerman, Christoph Waltz, and so on), though I may borrow the odd detail from the original novels courtesy of Wikipedia since I haven't actually read them myself. It really is rather a fun little movie, honestly, so long as you're going in expecting a corny fun bit of goofiness. I mean, it's got Orlando Bloom as a wonderfully over the top, campy villain, so what's not to love? XD

Okay, Story Break-down: I'm taking out James Corden's character (Planchet) - because that was one of the few parts of the movie I found truly annoying, especially how the Musketeers treat him - and replacing him with Elise (and her son Antoin), who will either be the Musketeers' Land Lady or Housekeeper - undecided there, but it's a minor detail, really.

Oh, and she's paired with Aramis....because I apparently have a bit of a thing for Luke Evans.....

:D

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Excerpt

"Thank you, Ma'am," D'Artagnan said politely as Elise handed him a full cup of his own before smiling sheepishly up at her, "and, err, sorry." She frowned faintly at the apology, but he quickly elaborated. "About before, on the street. I pushed past you. Knocked you over."

"Ah," Elise said, understanding at once. "I didn't think you would have remembered me specifically." Around the table Aramis frowned and Porthos spluttered.

"Now see here, boy—" the larger Musketeer burst out, but Elise cut him off with a sharp glance before turning back to D'Artagnon. Despite their unfortunate encounter on the street, Elise had to admit she had already developed a bit of a soft spot for the boy. Antoin's regard for him had probably helped there.

"All is forgiven," she said, squeezing his shoulder gently as she stepped around his chair and headed back toward the hearth. "Youthful high spirits and all that." She grinned slyly toward Porthos as came to stand next to Aramis. "Not that some ever grow out of them." Behind her Porthos once again spluttered indignantly. Aramis caught her eye at that, laughter dancing in his dark eyes as he did.

"Well, she certainly knows you," Aramis said dryly to Porthos, though his gaze never left Elise. Elise raised her brows at the former priest.

"Is that so, Monsieur 'I'm going to join my friends in a street brawl with forty of the Cardinal's guards?'" she quipped back just as dryly. Porthos barked out a loud laugh, drowning out D'Artagnan's stifled chortle. Aramis just blinked, unsure whether to laugh himself or fix Elise with an indignant glare of his own.

Instead he just subtly raised his cup to her, his gaze decidedly warm on hers. Elise grinned, ignoring the flush trying to rise to her cheeks.