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FASHION AU FIC REC: fics where Louis, Harry, or both are involved in the fashion industry in some capacity.

Just For Me (9k) Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.

(They do.)

i'm stuck to your shoe, let's run (9k) Louis hates his job and Harry really lives up to his last name. (or, Louis sells men’s shoes, Harry is a rather famous fashion blogger, and they’re brought together by a gaudy pair of boots.)

Just Walk My Way (10k) Louis is a Victoria's Secret Angel, and Harry is the main act of the night.

Paper Houses (11k) “Who is that?” He hisses.

Zayn holds up a hand to stop Louis from speaking any further.

The voice on the other end of the phone continues. “Then, he saw a photo of him on Insta with his little sister and brother, and he was so gone, dude. He basically demanded that I find Louis for him! And he’s never demanded anything from me ever !”

“Pshhhh, Louis’ been jerking off to Harry for years--”

Louis dives from his place on the couch to sprawl across Zayn’s desk, snatching the phone up. There are loud noises coming from the other end of the phone as Louis shouts into it. “Who is this? Zayn has no idea what he’s talking about--”

Someone on the other end has begun shouting into the phone at the same time. “I never demanded anything--” When model Louis Tomlinson admits to having a celebrity crush on a very famous actor in an article in GQ magazine, he has no idea it will lead to anything. He definitely never suspects he will fall so hard and so fast for Harry Styles. When reality begins to interfere, their relationship is put to the test.

Tease (12k) AU. Louis Tomlinson, actor and movie star, is wildly in love with his boyfriend, supermodel Harry Styles. Their relationship is lovely and unlike any Louis has ever had before, which makes the surprise of Harry's newest interest that much more intriguing.

If You Ever Want To Be In Love (12k) Louis is a model. Harry is an up-and-coming singer/songwriter. They haven't seen each other in nearly two years.

You're Either In Or You're Out (12k) Louis' tone is maybe a bit harsher than necessary, but he still stinging from the suggestion that he was staring at Harry. Sure, the way his legs are encased in those skinny jeans is mildly intriguing. But Louis is here to be the next Top Designer, and he'll be damned if he lets a pretty boy with a sinful mouth get in the way of his dream. Especially if that sinful mouth is spewing phrases like bohemian pantsuit. Honestly.

Or the one where Louis tries out for Project Runway, Harry is his stupidly gorgeous competitor, Liam is Tim Gunn, Zayn is the supermodel host, and Niall is the guest judge who knows nothing about fashion.

Overwhelming (13k) He groans and squints at the feet of whoever he’s bumped into. All he sees is a worn pair of tan boots that lead up into a pair of long, long legs. He sits up, sighing, and rubs at his eyes; there’s a hand in front of his face so he grabs it and allows this stranger to help him up.

He blinks once, twice, and can’t believe his bad fucking luck, because of course he slammed his entire body into a pretty stranger. Not only that but—he smells the air once to confirm his suspicions—a pretty, sweet-smelling, alpha stranger. Fantastic.

Pretty stranger opens his mouth. “I didn’t concuss you, did I?”

Louis is an omega attending university to get his degree and most definitely not waste his time with unimportant things such as finding a mate. Harry is the alpha who manages to unwittingly mess up that plan.

More Than Anything (13k) Being able to see through the eyes of your soulmate may seem like a dream come true to many, but reality proves a little more complicated. For two young boys it's all they could ever wish for but as time passes by they come to realise that there's no pain quite the same as longing to have someone who just isn’t there.

Put It All On Me (15k) "Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."

The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.

Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain's Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

Found My Missing Piece (16k) “@harrystyles followed you.”

“@harrystyles liked your tweet.”

“What?” He whispers in astonishment, because there’s no way. But he clicks on Harry’s profile and sure enough, the little grey “follows you” appears by his name. After taking a second to just stare at the screen, he quickly takes a screenshot and sends it to his sister. Lottie is one of the few people who would understand his shock. Niall would certainly just make fun of him for it.

Louis and Harry are both fashion bloggers. Louis' been following Harry for years. Harry and his blog really gave him the confidence and the push to make his own. His sister and best friend have been making fun of his silly little crush on him ever since. But that's all it is, a silly, harmless crush because there is no way Harry knows who he is. Or does he?

swimming in a champagne sea (16k) Louis is a supermodel. Harry is a celebrity photographer known for capturing the brightest up and comers in their most candid moments. They meet at London’s most exclusive New Year’s Eve party.

An alpha/alpha fic filled with confusion, banter, Ubers, and glitter

Make a Dime Go One Hundred (17k) “Hey, Haz,” he says, encouraged in equal parts by the weed and the cocoon they seem to have created around themselves. “Do you think you could trust anyone enough to have full control over you?” he asks into the night, hoping his sentence won’t break their bubble. It doesn’t, if the way Harry’s eyes meet his is any indication.

“What do you mean?” Harry’s voice is barely above a whisper, rough from the singing they had done earlier. Louis wants to keep this memory forever.

“You know, if someone wanted to, uhm,” he coughs, “to tie you up, or blindfold you.”

Friends to Lovers AU: Harry volunteers to help Louis experiment with bondage. Things don’t go exactly to plan.

If You Wanna Try Me On (18k) To be fair, Harry’d been half asleep when Niall convinced him to put in his CV in the first place. Like, Harry wants to be a proper serious journalist--he’s not about to give up that dream in favour of becoming a personal assistant at a fashion magazine, or...whatever. Harry’s not actually all that sure what Tomlinson Styles even is, beyond his ticket to fame or any of the other things Niall’d spouted off at him, but when he shows up for the interview and is unceremoniously shoved into an office with the Tomlinson part of that equation, all Harry can really think about is that he would like to be a Tomlinson-Styles.

...or the Devil Wears Prada AU that no one wanted. Sort of.

Life At Shutter Speed (20k) AU. Having landed a job modelling for an outdoor clothing catalogue, Harry certainly wouldn’t mind doing some extracurricular work for photographer Louis Tomlinson. Say, a private photo session? Yes, please? Good thing that Harry has ten days and three beautiful locations -- Morocco, Indonesia and the Swiss Alps -- to make Louis see just how good they could be.

Three French Hems (20k) In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

you think fashion is your friend, my friend (fashion is danger) (27k) "Louis has one rule, and one rule only, that he simply refuses to break. He forbids himself to be attracted to anyone he might work with. No wanking to models who might wear his clothes! It’s hardly fair, considering he spends 95% of his time working with the most attractive men on the planet, but his career is more important. Besides, in Louis’ experience, it always leads to disaster. Harry Styles makes respecting the rule really damn hard though and Louis is not quite sure why."

the one where Louis is a famous British designer and Harry is the clumsy, most likely straight model that makes his heart race.

sweet, where you lay (27k) Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-eight year old successful actor living in New York. Harry Styles is a twenty year old up and coming model and coincidentally also the one who turns Louis’ world completely upside down.

or, Louis is Zachary Quinto and Harry is Miles McMillan. Falling in love was always in the cards for them.

But Why Wonder, Why Wonder? (30k) The one where Marcel Styles has improbably landed a job in the fashion industry, and Louis Tomlinson is the actor-turned-lingerie-designer he’s been infatuated with for years.

These Constant Stars (31k) Louis’ career has nowhere to go but up. He’s living at the height of New York City on the precipice of an epic promotion. Life is good and only getting better. And then one day, things turn disastrous.

This is a story about life, death, and punk rockers turned guardian angels.

Promises We Made (35k) Its been five years since Harry and Louis broke up; they were seventeen and nineteen and it was messy to say the least. Cue Louis, who is worked off his feet making clothes for celebrities, Harry dropping his debut album, Niall who likes to avoid his insecurities by dragging Louis on Holiday, Zayn and Perrie as Louis' right hand stylists, and Liam who wishes Harry would just tell him about his ex-boyfriends before he contacts them about working for him.

Its either going to be a disaster, or the perfect timing they've all been waiting for.

football/designer (series; 2 works; 39k) Louis Tomlinson is an English fashion designer. Harry Styles is an American football player.

everywhere (i wanna be with you) (42k) Harry and Louis meet because they have terrible friends, they fall in love because something feels right in a world of uncertainty and shifting grounds. Louis is an actor and Harry is a model at the top of his game, the best things in life are the most unexpected ones and the things that hit you when you are least expecting it.

Featuring winter in London, nights in Paris, early mornings in New York, burning heat in Monte Carlo and an enduring love spent transcending four corners of the globe.

to kill the mess we've made (43k) And when he's finally standing, Liam fussing over him, rubbing his hand at the red mark blooming on Harry's forehead, does Harry learn two things:

One, he wasn't actually hit that hard, and Tommo--or Louis, rather--is just as pretty when Harry is staring at him head-on and,

Two, Louis is the Adidas model he's going to be working with on today's photo shoot.

(or: AU where Harry and Louis are both models, and they decide being friends-with-benefits is a great idea. It isn't.)

Why Can't It Be Like That (63k) Louis Tomlinson, head of his local hospital's charity fund, suddenly finds himself in the heart of the Royal family when his mother marries the third son of the reigning monarch. Such an upset in lifestyle brings a lot of changes for Louis, one of them being the need for a stylist.

Enter Harry Styles, a cutting edge fashion stylist who loves his job and prides himself on his passion. The first time he sees Louis Tomlinson on the cover of a tabloid he wants to dress him, style him, make him as beautiful as Harry knows he could be. When he's hired to do just that, he knows this will be a perfect partnership. That is, until he actually meets the man.

A fashion AU with a royal twist, where Louis doesn't need a stylist, Harry's thrilled to have a real life Barbie doll, and they're both very wrong about each other.

In This Light (99k) Harry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

dusted in gold (series; 2 works; 100k) Harry’s an A-list supermodel, Louis’s his make-up artist boyfriend. They’re something of a dream team.

Dress you up in my love (103k) Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall's bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself.   Harry is a lawyer whose boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.

Featuring: Sophia as Louis' colleague, with a somewhat unhealthy obsession with his love life, whilst being oblivious when it comes to her own. Liam as the ‘IT bloke from downstairs’ with the mother of all crushes on Sophia. Niall as Harry's sport's writer flatmate who spends most of his time making Harry's life as complicated as possible. Zayn as Louis’ flatmate and lifelong best friend, whose cat, Noodle/Princess/Princess Noodle loves Louis more than it loves him. And Nick as Harry's boss and one of Louis' regular customers: is Imelda Marcos reborn.

In Vogue (121k) 'Is that why David Beckham has been featured multiple times on the pages of your life's work? Does your criteria seriously consist of one thing – a man's ass?'

'Well the ass is a man's best asset,' Harry smirks, holding the Martini glass high up his face. 'And don't call the magazine my life's work. There are far more important things in life, Louis Tomlinson, than what's printed on the pages of a magazine.'

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry's running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis' confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story.

Let's Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay (134k) A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis' life upside down.

Have Faith In Me (183k) As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world's most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he's grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants.

When his mum's newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting...

This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

Fading (202k) Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. [Trigger Warning: Eating Disorder]

#larry fic rec #larry stylinson #larry stylinson fic rec #fashion fic rec #fashion #masterpost

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veneataur · 7 years

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This one was supposed to be funny. When I thought of the idea it was funny but it didn’t turn out that way. Aramis just wanted to be really hurt this time. I blame it on him because I was going to give him an easy day.

Prompt: Outnumbered

Fandom: BBC’s The Musketeers

Title: The Emergency

Aramis opens his eyes to three faces, small faces that don’t look anything like what he’s used to waking up to when his body aches. Something happened that wasn’t good, that much he recalls. One of them calls his name. He turns to the sound and then it hits him. These are Treville and Sarah’s children and he is meant to be babysitting them while their parents are enjoying a day to themselves.

“’Mis, you okay?” That’s Meg. She had a hard time with their names and, even though she can now pronounce them correctly, has stuck with her nicknames for them.

“What happened?” He tries to lift his head but the attempt to lift it sends the constant ache roaring and pulls on his neck. Aramis can’t help the moan that seeps from his mouth as he settles back down.

“Our frisbee flew into the tree,” Ben says. “You tried to get it down but slipped and fell.”

“That… that would explain it.” Aramis closes his eyes against the pain.

“Explain what?”

Aramis opens his eyes again, seeing now the nervousness and worry in each of the children’s faces.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he says, pushing the pain aside. “The fall just winded me.”

“Are you sure?” Tim, the oldest of the three, gives him a skeptical look.

“Yeah, you didn’t wake up for a long time,” Meg says.

“I’m just winded,” Aramis insists and hopes that these three are not the keen observers his friends are.

“We tried calling you, but you didn’t wake up,” Ben says.

“I’m fine.” Aramis tries to put more strength into the words, more certainty. Then, to prove his point, he forces himself up, his elbows propping him part way off the ground. He would go further but the movement makes his vision darken, sound fade, his head go fuzzy, and his abdomen ache.

“You probably shouldn’t move,” Tim says, despite Aramis’ movements. “I saw on TV that when you fall from heights you shouldn’t move because you might hurt your back and wind up paralyzed.”

“Don’t move, ‘Mis,” Meg cries out, pushing him back down. Ben joins in, echoing her sentiments. It’s far too easy for the six and ten-year-old to push him back to the ground. His arms give out under the pressure and he collapses to the hard ground with a loud wince. His breath leaves him again as his back and chest ignite in sharp, stabbing pain. He cannot help but roll over, trying to ease the pressure on both sides.

“Aramis?” That’s Tim. He recognizes the young teenager’s voice even in the midst of pain.

“Fine,” Aramis croaks out. “I..m ‘ine.” He’s trying to get his breathing under control, if only his back and chest would stop. And he can’t move anymore to ease the stress because his entire abdomen hurts.

“You’re not fine,” Tim says. “I’m calling Athos.”

“No,” Aramis gasps out between waves of pain. “D’n’t.” Athos, Porthos, and d’Artagnan are at the Cubs game, a birthday gift from the three of them to d’Artagnan. When Treville had asked them to look after the kids, Aramis readily volunteered. Baseball wasn’t his sport. He more enjoyed soccer.

“But he’ll know what to do.” Tim may be a teenager, but he’s still a kid and worried.

“Just give me… a minute.”

“You’ve already had a minute,” Meg says easily. Aramis closes his eyes so he doesn’t glare at her. She’s picked up snark from the four of them so easily.

“Let me catch my… breath then.” His back has eased some, but his chest and stomach are still hurting. He hears them talking, whispering perhaps because he can’t make out any of it. Then one of them reaches into his pants’ pocket, on the side he is currently leaning against and pulls out his phone.

He can’t help the cry at the movement. They take his hand to unlock the phone, which causes more pain and takes his breath away again. He curls up, holding his hands against his aching stomach. His head turned into the ground, he tries to hold back the cries and groans that would put the kids more on edge, the sounds that would only marginally help him. For a few minutes, he is lost in his pain, trying to keep it in, and wishing that one of his friends were here to help.

Then, as the pain recedes to slightly less than an overwhelming throb, he hears Tim talking.

“I don’t know. It was a bit,” he says.

There’s a pause.

“He was a little confused, but he hasn’t been able to get up. He’s curled up, holding his stomach.” Aramis hears the barely controlled panic in Tim’s voice.

“I... can talk… to ‘thos,” Aramis says. He tries to roll back and reach for the phone, but his body refuses the movement without blinding pain.

“It’s not Athos,” Ben says.

Aramis gives him a questioning look.

“It’s 911,” Meg announces.

Aramis groans.

“They want to know where you hurt, ‘Mis.” Tim turns to him.

“Head, back,… chest, arms,… and stomach,” he lists. Tim relays the information.

“Where does it hurt the most?”

“Stoma… argh.” A fresh jolt of pain interrupts him and he hopes that Tim has the information he needs because he might be passing out or throwing up, he’s not sure which will come first.

Then the world fades and the last thing he hears is Ben’s frantic pleas to stay awake. The last thing he feels is not pain but disappointment in himself for failing the kids.

When he awakes, he is coughing, hacking, and it quickly turns to vomiting.

“He’s throwing up,” one of the kids says.

“She says to turn him on his side, quick,” another one says.

Aramis tries to help the three sets of hands, small hands, turn him on his side but he hurts and he’s panicking. It’s an effort but the three manage without his help to reposition him. One of them plants their body against his back, holding him on his side because he doesn’t have the coordination.

Vomiting is more painful than he thought. It reignites every pain, tearing at his throat. His stomach and chest weaken with every heave as his ribs move and throb.

“It’s red,” one of the kids says.

Aramis is with it just enough to know that’s not good, but he can’t place why. It’s seriously bad though.

They move him away from the vomit, muttering apologies at the gasps that he can’t help. He hovers on alertness, catching words, phrases, and worried glances. He loves these kids but he wants Athos, Porthos, and d’Artagnan. He doesn’t want these kids to have to be witness to this.

Then, there’s commotion at the back door. Strangers that Aramis hopes are paramedics.

“Good afternoon, sir,” a young woman says, kneeling down in front of him with a box in hand.

He gives a smile in lieu of speaking.

“I’m Anne and my partner is Paul. We got a call that you fell and haven’t been able to get back up. They said you have pain in your stomach and you’ve vomited blood. Is that correct?”

Aramis nods.

“Can you roll onto your back,” she asks.

“’urts,” Aramis squeezes out.

“We’ll be gentle. It’s going to be easier to examine you if you’re on your back.”

Aramis nods reluctantly. Between her and Paul, they get Aramis on his back. It still hurts but they are very gentle about it.

“I’m going to pull up your shirt. You need to move your hands so I can take a look.”

He hesitates in moving his hands but he does forcing himself to put them to his side and she slowly lifts his shirt.

“I’m going to push down a little on your stomach. This may hurt,” she warns and gives him a few seconds to prepare himself. It does no good as the first light push makes his vision go white and then black.

When he wakes he is pain-free and fuzzy-headed. There’s a gentle beeping and then he’s out again.

The next time he wakes is much the same.

It’s perhaps the fourth time, though he really can’t be sure, that he feels more clear-headed. He opens his eyes, something he thinks he might’ve done before but now he clearly sees his concerned friends and Treville arranged around the room.

“You with us this time, ‘Mis,” Porthos asks.

“U…m…” his voice cracks. d’Artagnan helps him get a few sips of water. He swallows a few times, letting the water soothe the dryness and then he remembers.

“Ben, Tim, and Meg,” Aramis says, wincing at his unintended movement. “How are they?”

“Stop moving,” Treville scolds lightly. “You’re lucky they thought to call 911 when they did. You were bleeding internally, you know.”

“How are they,” Aramis repeats.

“They’re worried about you.”

“Where are they?” Aramis tries to sit up further to look around, gasping at the pain that creeps past the morphine.

“Stop moving,” Athos says harshly, standing to gently push Aramis back onto the bed. “You’re in the ICU. Children aren’t allowed in here.”

“Neither are… four people… at once,” Aramis retorts, working through the pain.

“Special circumstances,” Treville says. “They know you here.”

“I want to see them.”

“Once you get into a regular room, you can see them,” Porthos says. “We’ve let them know that you’re doing better. They were really scared.”

“That bad?”

“You’ve been in here for three days, ‘Mis,” Porthos says, voice serious. “Your blood pressure tanked on the ride in. It was touch and go during surgery. They nearly lost you once.”

“Oh,” Aramis says quietly.

“On top of internal bleeding, you have a handful of broken ribs, a concussion, a broken arm, and severe bruising all over your abdomen.”

“I didn’t think it was that bad. It was just a tree.”

“The branch you were on, according to the kids, was ten feet off the ground,” Athos says. “You’re lucky it wasn’t worse, to be honest.”

“I know, I know. But, please, can I just see the kids. I want them to see that I’m okay,” Aramis says. Their worried faces stand out in his mind.

Athos looks to Porthos, then to Treville, who sighs.

“I’ll talk to them and see if they’ll let the kids up. They were rather disappointed to not be able to see you,” Treville says.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll go talk to them if you promise to get some rest. Don’t try to move.” Treville’s voice is stern and he makes sure to catch Aramis’ gaze before leaving.

It’s late in the evening when the kids arrive. The doctor and nurses were surprisingly willing to let the children visit once Treville explained the situation. Aramis and the others are, unfortunately, frequent visitors to this hospital and the staff was willing to give them some allowances. In exchange for the visit, the doctor ordered Aramis to sleep, which he was all too willing to do. The short conversation with his friends drained him.

He awakes to Treville and Sarah warning the kids not to jump on the bed. Waking is easier this time than last but when he opens his eyes, he sees the three kids standing nervously in a line near their parents.

“Come here,” he says, voice a little scratchy. Treville gets him some water. “I’m fine,” Aramis says again, trying to coax the kids to move closer.

“You weren’t though,” Tim says. There’s a mix of accusing and sadness in his voice.

“I know,” Aramis says, keeping his eyes on the three of them. “But I am now, thanks to the three of you. You knew that it was serious, that something was really wrong, and you did the right thing in not listening to me. Calling 911 saved my life.” Aramis pauses before continuing. “Thank you,” he says as sincerely as he can manage as exhaustion starts to creep back in.

The children are still hesitant.

“Come here, please,” Aramis says.

“Mom and dad said we have to be careful,” Ben says.

“You do, but you can come closer. I won’t break.”

Aramis isn’t surprised that after a moment Ben is the first to step forward, followed by Meg.

“We thought you were gonna die,” Ben says.

“Not with the three of you around.” Aramis gives a slight smile.

“It was really scary but Anne and Paul were really nice,” Meg says.

“I bet it was scary.”

Aramis listens as Meg and Ben go back and forth talking about the ambulance and waiting in the ER. They had quite the afternoon apparently. Still, Tim hangs back. Aramis sneaks a look at Treville, catching the man’s attention and then looks to Tim, hoping the man will pick up on his idea.

“Hey, Meg, Ben, let’s go see about getting Aramis some more water,” Treville says, realizing what Aramis wants. Sarah goes along with Treville and the two children, leaving Tim with Aramis.

“You did really good, Tim. You stepped up when you had to, took charge. That was brave of you to call 911,” Aramis says, not waiting, knowing that he is growing more tired as the minutes pass.

Tim remains quiet, looking down at the floor.

“I’m sorry for what happened, Tim,” Aramis says.

There’s a sniffle from Tim.

“Tim, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“You almost died, ‘Mis,” Tim says, glancing up at Aramis, then looking down.

“Have you talked to your parents?”

“Yeah, but...” Tim shrugs his shoulders as he trails off.

“I almost died,” Aramis finishes.

Tim nods.

“Come here, Tim.” Aramis pats a free spot on the bed. Aramis thinks he has an idea of what’s going on. Tim knows that his dad and friends are in dangerous situations and emergencies frequently, but this is the first time he’s been witness to an emergency and there was no adult present, no comforting presence to take charge. Aramis wasn’t able to string more than a few words together.

“Dad said I’m not supposed to.”

“And I’ve said I won’t break. Now, grab that chair and climb up here.”

Tim hesitates for a second but does get the chair and carefully climbs onto the bed, sitting still next to Aramis’ legs.

“You have to understand, Tim, that while this was bad, you did good. You didn’t panic. You took charge and did what you knew you needed to do. You were very brave in doing that. Not many thirteen-year-olds would know what to do.”

“Dad taught us what to do in emergencies and you and Athos and Porthos always remind us.”

“And you did good. I’m proud of you.”

There’s a pause before Tim speaks again.

“I thought I did something wrong. You kept getting worse and then you threw up blood when you were just waking up.”

“It was bad, but you kept your head.”

“I was scared. I thought… I thought…” Tim breaks off as the tears begin to flow.

“Come here, Tim,” Aramis says gently, patting the empty space near his chest.

Tim shakes his tear-streaked red face.

“I won’t break. You need an Aramis-hug and I can’t sit up to give you one, so you’ll have to come here. Please,” he adds.

Tim hesitantly moves forward and Aramis moves out his right arm, the one without the cast. Tim lays down on his side, his head near Aramis’ shoulders. Aramis brings the arm up gently for a one-armed hug. It’s not up to his usual standards, but he knows it’s what the boy needs. As Tim works through his tears, Aramis waits and reminds him that everything is okay. He may be a teenager, Aramis thinks, watching and holding Tim, but he’s definitely still a kid who needs reassurance.

When the others return, Tim has drifted off to a light sleep. Even in his own exhaustion, it was clear to Aramis that the teenager hadn’t been sleeping well.

“Leave him,” Aramis says quietly when Treville goes to move Tim. “He’s fine.”

Treville is glad to see Tim resting. He knew that despite their talk about the emergency, Tim was still dealing with it and only Aramis would be able to resolve it. Each of his kids had a bond with Aramis thanks to the young man’s stay at his house and steady presence in their lives over the last six years. He wasn’t angry about it. He’d seen each of his kids grow thanks to that bond. And it was good for Aramis, too.

#bbc the musketeers #aramis #oc #porthos #athos #d'artagnan #treville #fan fiction #modernAU #whumptober

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