Authors Note: This is my first Musketeers fan fiction. I got inspired after watching some of the show and reading an amazing fan fiction set by RisingQueen2. Her some of her stories inspired the backdrop and idea for this story so I wanted to give the proper credit to her before anything else. Again I'd like to thank RisingQueen2 for this inspiration. I am aware that it does sound similar to her story but I am not stealing. I am only borrowing certain bits and giving her the credit as well.
Pairings for this story: Aramis/D'Artagnan
Endgame pairing: D'Artagnan/Aramis/Porthos/Athos
BDSM Modern Day AU
I would also like to say that no copyright infringement is being committed.
Chapter One
D'Artagnan was finally unloading the last of the boxes from his trunk and situating them around his late fathers little store. He had just moved back home to take over the bookstore in the wake of his fathers passing. Someone entered behind him and set a box down with a huff,
"That's the last box D'Art. Is there anything else that you need before I head back to the café?" D'Artagnan laughed and shook his head,
"I'm good here. I'll call if I need anything." Constance hugged him and walked back out of the shops front door. D'Artagnan turned and surveyed his surroundings. The old Mahogany bookshelves were all full and the little tables and chairs were all in neat order as well. He looked at the boxes that he and Constance had just unloaded. They weren't full of new stock; they were all of his belongings. The shop had an apartment above it that his father had lived in so he decided to move in since it was empty and he wouldn't have to worry about paying rent. He had become so deep in thought that he almost missed the bell above the door chiming to alert him to someone entering the shop.
"Excuse me Monsieur, are you supposed to be here?" my head jerks up and I slowly turn around to face whoever was standing in my doorway. It was a man in a uniform. My eyes slowly travelled up his body to come to rest on his face. He had piercing blue eyes, a sharp jaw line, stubble that went on for days, a gold hoop in his left ear and longish shaggy brown hair,
"Are you alright?" I snap back to reality,
"I am so sorry. My name is Charles D'Artagnan but I prefer just D'Artagnan, and this is my late fathers shop that I have come to take over, so yes I am most definitely supposed to be here." All of these words come tumbling out of my mouth and I just can't seem to stop talking. The stranger laughs and tips his wide brimmed hat,
"I am Oliver D'athos de la Fere or I more than likely go by Athos."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, just Athos." He smiles,
"The pleasure is all mine." He sweeps his hat off and heads for the door,
"I will see you soon just D'Artagnan." After this he heads out the door and down the street. I cross to the door, lock it, flip the sign to closed, and slide down the window next to the door. I can feel my heart beating in my chest as I try to slow my breathing. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and with shaking hands call Constance.
"Constance! Oh thank God you picked up. I just…I just met this man,"
"Really now D'Art. Come down to the café and I'll have a cupcake ready and you can tell me all about it." She hangs up not giving me much of a choice in the matter. I slowly get up and unlock the door. I look around once more, turn the lights off, head out the door, and relock it. I look in the shop one more time before heading off down the street. I look around me as I walk, taking in all of the changes and the people as I go. Thankfully the café is only two doors down so I don't have to go very far in my post panic stricken state, I push the door to Café De Lis open and the bell gives a little jingle as I enter. Constance and her business partner Anne look up when they hear the bell. Constance rushes forward and guides me to a small table for two that is tucked out of the way.
"Anne will be here with your cupcake and coffee in a moment. Now who did you meet?"
I take another shaky breath 'I met someone named Athos. Oh my God he's oh wow."
She laughs "Ah yes, Athos. He's a friend. Just wait till you meet his partners. Aramis and Porthos." D'Artagnan's jaw drops,
"There are more of them? Oh by the gods. Constance, SAVE ME!" She just shakes her head. And turns to face the counter for a moment.
"Oh look there's Aramis now, He cant resist Anne's Matcha Frapps. He comes in at least twice a day." She flashes me a quick smile them calls,
"HEY Aramis come here a minute!" He turns and looks confused then spots us and makes his way over.
'Hello Constance dear-" He is cut off by a crash from the kitchen.
Constance jumps to her feet, "Well that's my que, play nicely children." She turns and rushes off to the kitchen leaving Aramis and I alone together. He nods to Constance's vacated chair,
"May I join you?" I smile and nod. He sits down and flashes a brilliant smile at me.
"So who might you be, pretty stranger?" I splutter and try to think of something coherent to say,
"I'm Charles D'Artagnan I have come home to run my late fathers book shop." He gets this look on his face and then it disappears. He picks up his drink in one hand and my hand in the other and kisses my hand as he dramatically sweeps away from the table with a,
"My partner is waiting for me." I sit there dumbfounded and unsure of what to do so I bang my head on the table a few times for good measure
