Young Blades fic
Because I thought the series premise had too much femslash potential not to have at least one femslash fic about it, here's a Young Blades story. For those not familiar with the series there is a summary of the pertinent info included.
LJ and it's ins and outs are still somewhat foreign to me so I apologize if the cut thingy doesn't work.
Title: Frustration
Author: Wolfe
Series: Young Blades
Archiving: Just ask
Thanks to: caddieluver89 for Beta-ing
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Blades or its characters. If I did, the series wouldn't have sucked and the uniforms would have been more accurate.
Notes: For those who haven't seen Young Blades, here's a little summary. Jacqueline is a farmer's daughter who grew up mock sword fighting with her brother, who she defeated regularly, and dreaming of being a musketeer. Her father is killed unjustly by order of the corrupt Cardinal of France and she kills the Cardinal's guard who committed the act. She escapes and the Cardinal puts a price on her head. She goes to Paris to get revenge on the Cardinal. To that end she disguises herself as a man named Jacques and joins the musketeers where she is put into a squad with Ramon, Siroc, and the son of the famous D'artagnan, who is himself called D'artagnan. During her first outing with them, while saving her brother who had been arrested by the Cardinal, D'artagnan discovers her secret. After that he constantly flirts with her when no one else is in earshot. She always turns him down. A girl that D'artagnan had been pursuing, named Charlotte, decides that Jacques is cuter and flirts with "him" whenever she sees "him." Jacques runs away a lot. Later in the series, a reject of D'artagnan's decides she wants Jacques. Jacques runs away a lot and eventually extracts herself from the situation by disguising herself as "Jacques'" fiancé. During the last episode of the series, Jacqueline's secret is discovered by the Captain of the Cardinal's guard after a sword fight with some of the Cardinal's men, but he is killed before he can reveal her secret. She is seriously wounded in the fight. At the same time, back in the musketeer barracks, Siroc (an inventor) has come up with a new love potion that he and Ramon try. Women come flocking to them and are insatiable, rendering Ramon and Siroc completely drained and unable to go anywhere until the effects fade so the women will leave. In this episode, they also meet their "creator" Alexander Dumas, but that whole bit was so moronic, I'm ignoring it.
The entire Young Blades series is available on YouTube.
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Jacques was frustrated. No. Wait. Jacqueline was frustrated. No, Jacques was...
The young musketeer sighed and lay her head in her hands. She didn't even know what to call herself anymore. A fact which really didn't help with her general state of frustration and just served to further point out its main source.
D'artagnan and his constant flirting wasn't helping either. While it was more annoying than arousing, it still served to highlight her inability to really do anything about her needs.
She idly wished she really was a man and could take Charlotte up on her not too subtle offers. The thought made her groan and she started to really doubt her sanity.
She had a couple free days coming up in two weeks. Maybe she could go out as Jacqueline and find some guy and ... No. Too many risks, the biggest of which were pregnancy and discovery. It would be really hard to keep pretending she was a man if she got pregnant. And, as a woman, her picture was on wanted posters all over France, especially Paris.
So, she couldn't sleep with anyone as Jacques because it'd become immediately apparent she wasn't a he. She couldn't sleep with anyone as Jacqueline because she couldn't risk pregnancy and she would probably get arrested before she had a chance anyways. And she couldn't take care of things herself because the barrack's walls were thin enough that she could hear Ramon snoring three rooms over and she seriously doubted she could sound like a man if she risked it.
She thanked God she hadn't been around when Ramon and Siroc had tried Siroc's little "love" potion. She'd heard the stories after she and D'artagnan managed to clear up the mess they'd been in and get back to the barracks. She had no doubt that D'artagnan would have given it a try if he knew she'd be around and she didn't want to think of how absolutely insufferable he'd be after that. Not to mention the whole risk of discovery thing.
At least her injury was fully healed, which she was starting to think was a mixed blessing. While she had been forced to stay in bed to let it heal properly her mind had refused to leave the subject alone. She had been looking forward to when she would be declared fit and healthy again so she could distract herself with her duties, sword practice, and other activities. But, the forced bed rest had left her a little stir crazy and now that she was healed, she couldn't seem to exhaust the energy reserves she had built up. She also knew that the near-death experience and the fact that she'd managed to keep her secret while the doctor healed her had given the pent-up energy a reckless edge, but so far she'd kept from doing anything stupid and risky.
She sighed again and let her head drop to the table with a soft thunk.
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Finally! She had a couple days off from her duties and she planned on taking some blankets and supplies and riding out to some back corner of the forest to the north of Paris and camping out where no one could hear her or stumble across her, and she was going to take matters into her own hands.
Thankfully, D'artagnan did not have time off at the same time as her again so she wouldn't have to figure out how to stop him from following her.
Supplies packed, she secured them to her saddle and quickly mounted her horse, urging him out of the stable.
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Jacqueline stepped back and surveyed her campsite. She had a small fire going for warmth and light, her bedding was situated, and her horse was secured to a nearby tree with plenty of rope so he could graze and wander to the nearby stream for water.
She quickly finished off some of the bread and cheese she had packed and decided to leave the sliced meat for the next day.
That done, she stood up and lay her baldric and rapier just to the right of her bedding and hung her jacket on a low branch nearby. She looked around to make sure no one was around and slid off her boots and pants and folded the latter into her bag.
With a sigh of relief, she slid into her bedding and made herself comfortable.
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She froze as she heard a sound come from beyond the trees to her right. She slowly slid her hand out from beneath her tunic and started inching it to where she had lain her rapier. She heard another noise and, as a shadow emerged, she sat up and grabbed her rapier, immediately on alert.
A young girl in peasant's clothing stepped into her campsite and, seeing the glint of light off the rapier blade, immediately stopped and threw her hands up in front of her.
Jacqueline let out a breath and relaxed, slowly putting her rapier down. "Sorry, you surprised me."
The girl relaxed as well and waved one hand in front of her. "It's my fault, I saw the light and wanted to see who it was, I didn't think. I didn't mean to startle you."
"It's okay." Jacqueline watched the girl's eyes flit around her campsite and then settle on her musketeer's jacket.
"You're a musketeer?" The girl's eyes lit up and she smiled. "Oh, how exciting! I've always wanted to meet a musketeer, I've heard they're so dashing and brave."
"Yeah, uh." Jacqueline tried to keep from wincing at the "dashing" and smile. "I'm a musketeer, um, uh, thanks, we like to think we're brave."
"Oh!" The girl rushed up and dropped to her knees near Jacqueline's feet. "I heard a couple of musketeers single-handedly saved the prince from a crazy attacker who had killed over 100 of the Royal guard!"
Jacqueline shrugged one shoulder. "Well, it wasn't 100, and he didn't kill all of them, some were just injured, and ..."
"You were there? Did you fight him? Were you scared? Oh, how brave, I could never stand up to a man like that."
"Uhh, yes, I was there, and I fought him, but..."
"It must have been terribly exciting! I bet you beat him soundly."
"Actually, I didn't, it was a team effort, but it's our duty to protect the Prince." Jacqueline trailed off as she noticed the girl was crawling closer to her. "What, um, what are you...?"
The girl brought her hands up from where they had been near Jacqueline's waist and started loosening the ties on her bodice. "I've always wanted to meet a musketeer, especially one whose exploits are as well known as yours." Her hands moved to the top of her bodice and pulled it and her shirt open. "And is as cute as you." Her hands tugged a little more and her breasts came free as the bodice and shirt were pulled nearly to the girl's waist.
Jacqueline froze, unable to move a muscle. The only thing she could do was thank God that she had left her tunic on, and the blanket had only dropped a couple inches below her chin when she sat up because, in the flickering light from her small campfire, her own unbound breasts weren't really noticeable under the baggy tunic. Her mind started gibbering in sheer panic as the girl started her slow crawl closer again. "Um, look I, uh..." She trailed off as she realized her eyes had fixated on the girl's breasts quite without conscious thought or permission and she struggled to move them back to the girl's face. "I uh, really, um, we can't, I, my fiancé, she, I..." She tried to crawl back but was quickly reminded of the fact that she had set her bedding against a tree.
The girl stopped at the word "fiancé." After a second's hesitation, she started forward again. "She wouldn't have to know."
"No, no, I gave my word of honor as a musketeer and a musketeer's word and honor are essential to being a musketeer and I can't go back on the promise to her and her family, because it's my honor and I, yeah." Jacqueline rambled as she tried futily to climb the tree backwards.
The girl finally stopped with a puppy dog look on her face and started to slowly pull her shirt and bodice back up. "Well, since it's a matter of honor as a musketeer." She paused. "Are you sure, because I wouldn't breathe a word to..."
"I'm sure."
The girl looked up through her lashes and sighed as she started to relace her bodice. "I should get back to the farm anyways, I'm sure my father is wondering where I am."
Jacqueline nodded vigorously. "Yes, you should get back, I'm sure he's very worried."
Done lacing up, the girl nodded slowly and suddenly surged towards Jacqueline, kissing her on the cheek. She stayed there for a moment. "If you change your mind, our farm is just over the small hill to the west, and I know how to sneak out without my parent's knowing." She pulled back and smiled before standing up and walking back into the forest with a small wave.
Jacqueline breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed back onto her bedding. She breathed deeply for a few moments to try to slow down her racing heart and get her nerves back under control. When she finally settled down, and she was sure the girl was out of earshot, she shifted to get into a comfortable position and her hand slid back under her tunic.
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She groaned in frustration and began to softly hit her head against the blanket she'd folded up as a pillow. Why wasn't this working? She considered Charles II, after all she had almost married him. But, the memory of his betrayal reminded her that the better she knew him the less she liked him, which didn't help. For a brief moment she considered thinking of D'artagnan, but the wave of annoyance that followed quickly killed that idea. Her mind went fleetingly to Siroc and Ramon but her feelings for them were too brotherly to work. She pictured the blacksmith's apprentice, after all he was her age and he had nice muscles and a nice smile, but it just wasn't working.
She gave up and turned onto her side. Her mind wandered to what had just happened with the farm girl who had accidently come across her little camp. Despite herself, she was impressed. If D'artagnan's constant furtive glances were any indication, she wasn't a slouch in the breast department herself, but she acknowledged she had nothing on that girl. They were huge! And, the girl obviously being just out of her teenage years, very perky. She was very glad she wasn't that sizable, it would be more difficult to pretend to be a man and the bindings would definitely be more painful. Thinking back on it, she was impressed with how the bodice managed to contain them. Growing up, probably in a very similar setting to the girl, her own bodices had never quite been up to the task. Of course, she had been a lot more active than most farm girls, running around and dueling with her brother. But, still. She didn't have anywhere near as much to control as the girl. An image of the girl's breasts floated into her mind as she started comparing them to hers. Her's weren't so large, they didn't stick so far forward, they weren't so round and...
Her mind skidded to an abrupt stop as she realized her hand was moving. She quickly willed it to a stop. There was no way. It was wrong, the church was strongly opposed to such thoughts. But, a small part of her mind argued, the church was strongly opposed to women posing as men, and women being soldiers. No, she wasn't like that, it was just that she had been hanging out with the guys too much. It was being around and having to participate in their discussions of women and who they wanted to bed, and who had nicer cleavage, and that's all it was. That's it. She had just unknowingly fallen into the mental pattern she had when the guys were womanizing and she had to play along. She wasn't interested in women, she didn't look at other women like that, and she certainly wasn't aroused by the thought of another woman's body. Not even one as nice and well endowed as the girl's had been. She groaned in frustration as she felt her hand start to drift down again and quickly stopped it.
She sighed and turned onto her back, staring between the trees to the few visible stars. Well, she needed some release, and this was really her only chance for at least another two months. The rebelious part of her brain reminded her of the girl's offer, after all, she was considering using the girl's image anyways. Her self-preservation quickly squashed the idea. There was socially and religiously unacceptable and vaguely personally uncomfortable and then there was mind-blowingly idiotic.
The memory of the girl, breasts hanging free and swaying gently, crawling towards her with heat in her eyes filled her mind and this time she didn't stop it, or the movements of her hands. Smiling ironically, she mused for a moment that she always thought she'd be a leg, and not a breast, woman.
Finis.
LJ and it's ins and outs are still somewhat foreign to me so I apologize if the cut thingy doesn't work.
Title: Frustration
Author: Wolfe
Series: Young Blades
Archiving: Just ask
Thanks to: caddieluver89 for Beta-ing
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Blades or its characters. If I did, the series wouldn't have sucked and the uniforms would have been more accurate.
Notes: For those who haven't seen Young Blades, here's a little summary. Jacqueline is a farmer's daughter who grew up mock sword fighting with her brother, who she defeated regularly, and dreaming of being a musketeer. Her father is killed unjustly by order of the corrupt Cardinal of France and she kills the Cardinal's guard who committed the act. She escapes and the Cardinal puts a price on her head. She goes to Paris to get revenge on the Cardinal. To that end she disguises herself as a man named Jacques and joins the musketeers where she is put into a squad with Ramon, Siroc, and the son of the famous D'artagnan, who is himself called D'artagnan. During her first outing with them, while saving her brother who had been arrested by the Cardinal, D'artagnan discovers her secret. After that he constantly flirts with her when no one else is in earshot. She always turns him down. A girl that D'artagnan had been pursuing, named Charlotte, decides that Jacques is cuter and flirts with "him" whenever she sees "him." Jacques runs away a lot. Later in the series, a reject of D'artagnan's decides she wants Jacques. Jacques runs away a lot and eventually extracts herself from the situation by disguising herself as "Jacques'" fiancé. During the last episode of the series, Jacqueline's secret is discovered by the Captain of the Cardinal's guard after a sword fight with some of the Cardinal's men, but he is killed before he can reveal her secret. She is seriously wounded in the fight. At the same time, back in the musketeer barracks, Siroc (an inventor) has come up with a new love potion that he and Ramon try. Women come flocking to them and are insatiable, rendering Ramon and Siroc completely drained and unable to go anywhere until the effects fade so the women will leave. In this episode, they also meet their "creator" Alexander Dumas, but that whole bit was so moronic, I'm ignoring it.
The entire Young Blades series is available on YouTube.
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Jacques was frustrated. No. Wait. Jacqueline was frustrated. No, Jacques was...
The young musketeer sighed and lay her head in her hands. She didn't even know what to call herself anymore. A fact which really didn't help with her general state of frustration and just served to further point out its main source.
D'artagnan and his constant flirting wasn't helping either. While it was more annoying than arousing, it still served to highlight her inability to really do anything about her needs.
She idly wished she really was a man and could take Charlotte up on her not too subtle offers. The thought made her groan and she started to really doubt her sanity.
She had a couple free days coming up in two weeks. Maybe she could go out as Jacqueline and find some guy and ... No. Too many risks, the biggest of which were pregnancy and discovery. It would be really hard to keep pretending she was a man if she got pregnant. And, as a woman, her picture was on wanted posters all over France, especially Paris.
So, she couldn't sleep with anyone as Jacques because it'd become immediately apparent she wasn't a he. She couldn't sleep with anyone as Jacqueline because she couldn't risk pregnancy and she would probably get arrested before she had a chance anyways. And she couldn't take care of things herself because the barrack's walls were thin enough that she could hear Ramon snoring three rooms over and she seriously doubted she could sound like a man if she risked it.
She thanked God she hadn't been around when Ramon and Siroc had tried Siroc's little "love" potion. She'd heard the stories after she and D'artagnan managed to clear up the mess they'd been in and get back to the barracks. She had no doubt that D'artagnan would have given it a try if he knew she'd be around and she didn't want to think of how absolutely insufferable he'd be after that. Not to mention the whole risk of discovery thing.
At least her injury was fully healed, which she was starting to think was a mixed blessing. While she had been forced to stay in bed to let it heal properly her mind had refused to leave the subject alone. She had been looking forward to when she would be declared fit and healthy again so she could distract herself with her duties, sword practice, and other activities. But, the forced bed rest had left her a little stir crazy and now that she was healed, she couldn't seem to exhaust the energy reserves she had built up. She also knew that the near-death experience and the fact that she'd managed to keep her secret while the doctor healed her had given the pent-up energy a reckless edge, but so far she'd kept from doing anything stupid and risky.
She sighed again and let her head drop to the table with a soft thunk.
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Finally! She had a couple days off from her duties and she planned on taking some blankets and supplies and riding out to some back corner of the forest to the north of Paris and camping out where no one could hear her or stumble across her, and she was going to take matters into her own hands.
Thankfully, D'artagnan did not have time off at the same time as her again so she wouldn't have to figure out how to stop him from following her.
Supplies packed, she secured them to her saddle and quickly mounted her horse, urging him out of the stable.
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Jacqueline stepped back and surveyed her campsite. She had a small fire going for warmth and light, her bedding was situated, and her horse was secured to a nearby tree with plenty of rope so he could graze and wander to the nearby stream for water.
She quickly finished off some of the bread and cheese she had packed and decided to leave the sliced meat for the next day.
That done, she stood up and lay her baldric and rapier just to the right of her bedding and hung her jacket on a low branch nearby. She looked around to make sure no one was around and slid off her boots and pants and folded the latter into her bag.
With a sigh of relief, she slid into her bedding and made herself comfortable.
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She froze as she heard a sound come from beyond the trees to her right. She slowly slid her hand out from beneath her tunic and started inching it to where she had lain her rapier. She heard another noise and, as a shadow emerged, she sat up and grabbed her rapier, immediately on alert.
A young girl in peasant's clothing stepped into her campsite and, seeing the glint of light off the rapier blade, immediately stopped and threw her hands up in front of her.
Jacqueline let out a breath and relaxed, slowly putting her rapier down. "Sorry, you surprised me."
The girl relaxed as well and waved one hand in front of her. "It's my fault, I saw the light and wanted to see who it was, I didn't think. I didn't mean to startle you."
"It's okay." Jacqueline watched the girl's eyes flit around her campsite and then settle on her musketeer's jacket.
"You're a musketeer?" The girl's eyes lit up and she smiled. "Oh, how exciting! I've always wanted to meet a musketeer, I've heard they're so dashing and brave."
"Yeah, uh." Jacqueline tried to keep from wincing at the "dashing" and smile. "I'm a musketeer, um, uh, thanks, we like to think we're brave."
"Oh!" The girl rushed up and dropped to her knees near Jacqueline's feet. "I heard a couple of musketeers single-handedly saved the prince from a crazy attacker who had killed over 100 of the Royal guard!"
Jacqueline shrugged one shoulder. "Well, it wasn't 100, and he didn't kill all of them, some were just injured, and ..."
"You were there? Did you fight him? Were you scared? Oh, how brave, I could never stand up to a man like that."
"Uhh, yes, I was there, and I fought him, but..."
"It must have been terribly exciting! I bet you beat him soundly."
"Actually, I didn't, it was a team effort, but it's our duty to protect the Prince." Jacqueline trailed off as she noticed the girl was crawling closer to her. "What, um, what are you...?"
The girl brought her hands up from where they had been near Jacqueline's waist and started loosening the ties on her bodice. "I've always wanted to meet a musketeer, especially one whose exploits are as well known as yours." Her hands moved to the top of her bodice and pulled it and her shirt open. "And is as cute as you." Her hands tugged a little more and her breasts came free as the bodice and shirt were pulled nearly to the girl's waist.
Jacqueline froze, unable to move a muscle. The only thing she could do was thank God that she had left her tunic on, and the blanket had only dropped a couple inches below her chin when she sat up because, in the flickering light from her small campfire, her own unbound breasts weren't really noticeable under the baggy tunic. Her mind started gibbering in sheer panic as the girl started her slow crawl closer again. "Um, look I, uh..." She trailed off as she realized her eyes had fixated on the girl's breasts quite without conscious thought or permission and she struggled to move them back to the girl's face. "I uh, really, um, we can't, I, my fiancé, she, I..." She tried to crawl back but was quickly reminded of the fact that she had set her bedding against a tree.
The girl stopped at the word "fiancé." After a second's hesitation, she started forward again. "She wouldn't have to know."
"No, no, I gave my word of honor as a musketeer and a musketeer's word and honor are essential to being a musketeer and I can't go back on the promise to her and her family, because it's my honor and I, yeah." Jacqueline rambled as she tried futily to climb the tree backwards.
The girl finally stopped with a puppy dog look on her face and started to slowly pull her shirt and bodice back up. "Well, since it's a matter of honor as a musketeer." She paused. "Are you sure, because I wouldn't breathe a word to..."
"I'm sure."
The girl looked up through her lashes and sighed as she started to relace her bodice. "I should get back to the farm anyways, I'm sure my father is wondering where I am."
Jacqueline nodded vigorously. "Yes, you should get back, I'm sure he's very worried."
Done lacing up, the girl nodded slowly and suddenly surged towards Jacqueline, kissing her on the cheek. She stayed there for a moment. "If you change your mind, our farm is just over the small hill to the west, and I know how to sneak out without my parent's knowing." She pulled back and smiled before standing up and walking back into the forest with a small wave.
Jacqueline breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed back onto her bedding. She breathed deeply for a few moments to try to slow down her racing heart and get her nerves back under control. When she finally settled down, and she was sure the girl was out of earshot, she shifted to get into a comfortable position and her hand slid back under her tunic.
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She groaned in frustration and began to softly hit her head against the blanket she'd folded up as a pillow. Why wasn't this working? She considered Charles II, after all she had almost married him. But, the memory of his betrayal reminded her that the better she knew him the less she liked him, which didn't help. For a brief moment she considered thinking of D'artagnan, but the wave of annoyance that followed quickly killed that idea. Her mind went fleetingly to Siroc and Ramon but her feelings for them were too brotherly to work. She pictured the blacksmith's apprentice, after all he was her age and he had nice muscles and a nice smile, but it just wasn't working.
She gave up and turned onto her side. Her mind wandered to what had just happened with the farm girl who had accidently come across her little camp. Despite herself, she was impressed. If D'artagnan's constant furtive glances were any indication, she wasn't a slouch in the breast department herself, but she acknowledged she had nothing on that girl. They were huge! And, the girl obviously being just out of her teenage years, very perky. She was very glad she wasn't that sizable, it would be more difficult to pretend to be a man and the bindings would definitely be more painful. Thinking back on it, she was impressed with how the bodice managed to contain them. Growing up, probably in a very similar setting to the girl, her own bodices had never quite been up to the task. Of course, she had been a lot more active than most farm girls, running around and dueling with her brother. But, still. She didn't have anywhere near as much to control as the girl. An image of the girl's breasts floated into her mind as she started comparing them to hers. Her's weren't so large, they didn't stick so far forward, they weren't so round and...
Her mind skidded to an abrupt stop as she realized her hand was moving. She quickly willed it to a stop. There was no way. It was wrong, the church was strongly opposed to such thoughts. But, a small part of her mind argued, the church was strongly opposed to women posing as men, and women being soldiers. No, she wasn't like that, it was just that she had been hanging out with the guys too much. It was being around and having to participate in their discussions of women and who they wanted to bed, and who had nicer cleavage, and that's all it was. That's it. She had just unknowingly fallen into the mental pattern she had when the guys were womanizing and she had to play along. She wasn't interested in women, she didn't look at other women like that, and she certainly wasn't aroused by the thought of another woman's body. Not even one as nice and well endowed as the girl's had been. She groaned in frustration as she felt her hand start to drift down again and quickly stopped it.
She sighed and turned onto her back, staring between the trees to the few visible stars. Well, she needed some release, and this was really her only chance for at least another two months. The rebelious part of her brain reminded her of the girl's offer, after all, she was considering using the girl's image anyways. Her self-preservation quickly squashed the idea. There was socially and religiously unacceptable and vaguely personally uncomfortable and then there was mind-blowingly idiotic.
The memory of the girl, breasts hanging free and swaying gently, crawling towards her with heat in her eyes filled her mind and this time she didn't stop it, or the movements of her hands. Smiling ironically, she mused for a moment that she always thought she'd be a leg, and not a breast, woman.
Finis.