FIC: The Musketeers, War Scars, PG-13, d'Artagnan, Athos, Aramis, Porthos, Constance - GEN
Title: War Scars [Link to story on AO3]
Fandom: The Musketeers, BBC
Author: gaelicspirit
Characters: d’Artagnan, Athos, Porthos, Aramis, Constance, OCs - GEN
Rating: PG-13
Words: 67,497
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize is mine. Including the odd movie line; I tend to work familiar quotes in where I can. Caution for images of war and all that goes with it.
Summary: Set at the start of S3, flashing back across 4 years of war between S2 and S3. Our stories are told in our scars, both seen and unseen. When the men return from the front, it’s quickly clear Paris isn’t the only thing that’s changed. Constance gathers the stories of their years at war like pages in a book, seeking a glimpse of pictures only those present could truly see.
Author’s Note: If you haven’t yet seen S3, I’ll only be spoiling a bit at the start; I’m not delving past the second episode. That said, I am taking some artistic liberty with the timeline as they got on with things in Paris a bit too quickly for my liking. So, I’ll ask your indulgence as I pad their calendar and add time between their return and the Next Big Thing that requires a Musketeer’s attention. It was just a bit hard for me to grasp the four of them returning to their lives as Musketeers as though four years of war and separation had been no big deal. It’s not quite AU, but it does stretch canon plotlines a smidge.
One more thing…scars. This story is all about scars (mostly d’Artagnan’s). If that bothers you, I wanted you to know up front. My husband has a rather impressive collection of scars because of the blows life has dealt him and I have said more than once I love each one because they are the reason I still have him. They tell his story. I’m attempting to tell the story of what transpired through four years of war based off of the discovery of scars-both physical and emotional. Oh also, Aramis is very much a part of this story, regardless of where he spent those four years. That’s the beauty of fiction. We can bend it to our will.
I hope you’re entertained.
Fandom: The Musketeers, BBC
Author: gaelicspirit
Characters: d’Artagnan, Athos, Porthos, Aramis, Constance, OCs - GEN
Rating: PG-13
Words: 67,497
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize is mine. Including the odd movie line; I tend to work familiar quotes in where I can. Caution for images of war and all that goes with it.
Summary: Set at the start of S3, flashing back across 4 years of war between S2 and S3. Our stories are told in our scars, both seen and unseen. When the men return from the front, it’s quickly clear Paris isn’t the only thing that’s changed. Constance gathers the stories of their years at war like pages in a book, seeking a glimpse of pictures only those present could truly see.
Author’s Note: If you haven’t yet seen S3, I’ll only be spoiling a bit at the start; I’m not delving past the second episode. That said, I am taking some artistic liberty with the timeline as they got on with things in Paris a bit too quickly for my liking. So, I’ll ask your indulgence as I pad their calendar and add time between their return and the Next Big Thing that requires a Musketeer’s attention. It was just a bit hard for me to grasp the four of them returning to their lives as Musketeers as though four years of war and separation had been no big deal. It’s not quite AU, but it does stretch canon plotlines a smidge.
One more thing…scars. This story is all about scars (mostly d’Artagnan’s). If that bothers you, I wanted you to know up front. My husband has a rather impressive collection of scars because of the blows life has dealt him and I have said more than once I love each one because they are the reason I still have him. They tell his story. I’m attempting to tell the story of what transpired through four years of war based off of the discovery of scars-both physical and emotional. Oh also, Aramis is very much a part of this story, regardless of where he spent those four years. That’s the beauty of fiction. We can bend it to our will.
I hope you’re entertained.