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televisiongifs · 11 months
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Queen Anne and Aramis The Musketeers S03E10 We Are the Garrison
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fishalthor-archive · 3 years
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1x09 / 2x09
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anamariamauricia · 2 years
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defiantlywhole · 2 years
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yes ALRIGHT goddamnit alex you win
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cassiemortmain · 7 years
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Sunday morning
A little Annamis fluff, set post s3, to celebrate my return to writing.  Also posted on AO3.
Inspired by a prompt I saw on annamisdaily (from where the beautiful pic above also came).  Thank you!
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His hand ran down her cheek, then curled around her chin to draw her face to his.  His beard tickled her and she felt her mouth curve into a smile as she returned his kiss.  She couldn’t help it.  
“If only we could stay here for a little longer… ” she sighed.
“Your ladies will be in to wake you soon and get you ready for Mass with the King.  If they catch me here…”  He kissed the tip of her nose.
“I know…  I must do my duty.  As Regent I have to be seen by the people, so they know that the kingdom is in safe hands until Louis grows up.”  She looked into his eyes.  “Our son, the King.  How strange and wonderful it is, to be able to say that to you.”
He put his finger to her lips.  “As long as I’m the only one you ever say it to, Your Majesty.”
“Please, won’t you call me by my name?  When we are together like this.  You know how I love it.”
“Anna, mi amor…” He kissed her again, pulling her close, running his fingers down her spine and making her shiver.  The kiss deepened as she put her arms around his neck, moving on top of him and letting the veil of her hair surround them.
One kiss turned to two, to half a dozen, caresses given and received with joy.  Then, he rolled her onto her back, leaning up on one hand beside her as his other hand continued to trace over her body.
“May I ask a question of my own?”
“Of course, anything.”
His hand slid down to her belly and rested there.
“Is there something you should be telling me?”
“How did you…?”
“Mi perla, do you really think I didn’t know?  As your First Minister, it is my sacred duty to be aware of everything that relates to the safety and security of France.”
She reached up to smooth a stray curl away from his face, her fingers tangling in his hair as their eyes locked.
“You make me happier than I ever dared to believe I could be,” he murmured.
His gaze reminded her of when he was still a Musketeer, staring at her intensely enough to burn through to her soul.  Her heart raced, her breath caught, her skin flushed.  Just as it had then.  Just as she knew it always would, when he was around.
“Aramis, if only we could tell the truth.  I want the world to know we are married, that I carry your child.”
“Not long now.  We agreed…a couple more months, until your year of mourning is officially over.  For Louis’ sake – we don’t want him to think we aren’t showing the late King, the man he believes to be his father, the proper respect.”
“And then?”
He nodded.  “And then, we quietly tell those who need to know.  It’s not unheard of… don’t forget there was a Queen of England who married again after her husband died, to the Keeper of her Wardrobe no less.”
“Oh yes, she was a French Princess, wasn’t she?  Of the old line.”
“That’s right.  If she can do it…”
“And then we can be together, just like any other normal married couple?”
“Yes... well, almost.” He grinned at her.  “Not every married couple is raising the King of France!”
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Author’s note:
This show is set during a fascinating time in history, which is one of the things I love about it. 
I referenced Queen Catherine, the young widow of Henry V of England who really did marry a gentleman of her court - apparently they met when he fell, very drunk, into her lap.  They had several children together and went on to found a royal dynasty of their own - the gentleman’s name was Owen Tudor.
Catherine herself was a Valois - the old line of French royalty Anne refers to.  After many years of bitter religious wars and the failure of that family to produce a male heir, a new line, the Bourbons, took over the rule of France with Henry IV, the father of Louis XIII, their first King.  When Henry, a Protestant, was eventually offered the crown but was told he had to convert to Catholicism to get it, he famously said  “Paris vaut une messe,” ie Paris is worth a Mass.
Otherwise: you may remember a headcanon of mine that I wrote about for this couple - a pet name Aramis calls Anne in private - which I took the chance to bring in here.
Hope this will be the start of a new collection of short Annamis fics - I’ve been rewatching the show recently and have quite a few ideas already!  Feel free to send me a prompt if you’d like to... I always love to get inspiration from fellow shippers.
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truthofherdreams · 8 years
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And l o v e. Above all else.
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teamhodgins · 8 years
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Aramis & Anne | Take What I Can Get
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dreamingbelle · 8 years
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I’m more the romantic hero type…
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defiantlywhole · 2 years
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Hello is it 430 am, I have gotten like an hour's sleep, I am sick and cannot say for certain it's not covid which is mildly traumatic ngl, and I am fully destroyed over annamis rn.
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dreamingbelle · 8 years
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I’ve never met a woman like her. Her courage, her endurance, her kindness…
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dreamingbelle · 8 years
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a playlist for Anne and Aramis
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