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second chance
In 1600s Paris Constance lost Flea to an attack from the Red Guards. The Universe gives them another shot. (for the reincarnation section of my femtrop bingo and also here on ao3)
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When Anne had asked her to be her campaign manager Constance had said yes not realizing quite how much a full time job it would be. She was lucky that Jeanna and Fleur could manage her clothes shop in the meantime but it did mean less time for her to come up with new outfits and designs. Still, Anne had helped her get a divorce and was her best friend so she was glad to help out in this regard.
 Currently she was reviewing polling numbers for Anne at the place they had rented out for the campaign when Porthos knocked on her door. Like Athos, Aramis, and dâArtagnan he was part of the police force who volunteered to spend their free time helping out where they could.
 âPorthos.â Constance greeted him a tired smile, âWas there something I could do for you?â Porthos scratched his neck, a sign that he was about to ask her for a favour and since the situation was so rare Constance set her files down to give him her full attention.
 âMy friend Flea is here.â Porthos began, ignoring how Constance raised an eyebrow at the name. âShe runs a safe house for the homeless in the lower quarters. She just needs a minute.â
 Constance didnât have a minute but she nodded anyway, âLet her in.â
 Sheâd barely gotten the words out before a blonde woman had barrelled past Porthos and into her room. Porthos caught Constanceâs eye and grinned in apology, shrugging and leaving the two of them.
 âYou must be Flea.â Constance stood up to offer Flea her hand and the second the woman took it it was like a shock to her system.
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i am.... maybe... suggesting conflea/porthos....
Iâm shocked youâd asked for this. shocked I say.
The bed was empty when Flea woke up in the middle of the night, the sheets next to her werenât even warm which meant that Constance had left a while ago.
 She sighed and sat up and wrapped the blanket around, trudging through the house in search of Constance and finding her pouring over documents sheâd received from Treville earlier that day.
 âConstance.â Flea rested her hand on Constanceâs shoulder. When she got no response she tried for something that always elicited a reaction. âConnie.â Sure enough Constance sent her a dirty look that promised retribution but now that she had Constanceâs attention she grinned. âCome back to bed.â
 Constance looked a little guilty at that, averting her gaze away from Flea.
 âAm I not better company than some papers?â Flea asked, letting the blanket slip purposely just a little.
 âFleaâŠâ Constance began but shook her head. âIâm sorry, yes.â She stood and caught Fleaâs hand. âLetâs go back to bed.â
 They made it down the hallway and into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed with exhausted sighs. She could tell that Constanceâs mind was still going however and reached out to pull Constance closer to her, ending up with Constance resting her head in the crook between Fleaâs neck and shoulder. She rubbed circles down Constanceâs back, humming an old song that was her last link to her mother.
 Constanceâs breathing evened out and Flea closed her eyes, letting sleep call back to her as well.
 Chances were Constance would be gone in the morning, off to save Paris once more, but for now she was in Fleaâs arms and everything between them was perfectly fine.
a little conflea drabble thing for @enkiindlethis so this has been sitting in my drafts for forever so i thought iâd finally publish it.
It was a warm summer night, and Porthos sat in his regular booth in his local pub surrounded by his friends. To the unobservant it looked like 4 friends on a Friday night out but if you looked a little closer you'd notice that they're eyes kept drifting over to the opposite end of the pub where two woman sat. It was clear that these two women were on a date. Their casual flirting and playful smiles were clear for all to see. The look on Porthos' face screamed older brother looking out for his little sister and the regulars knew that that was his relationship with the blonde sitting at the table.
"This was a terrible idea." Athos grumbled into his half empty wine glass.
"This was an excellent idea." Porthos argued, draining the rest of his beer.
"Yea. You don't have to be grumpy about everything." D'Artagnan added, already well on his way to being incredibly drunk.
"It's not about me being grumpy. It's about them being terrifying on their own. And now you've brought them together." Athos shook his head. "May God have mercy on our souls."
All the colour suddenly drained from Aramis' face as Porthos froze in his seat. "Fuck."
"Exactly." A smug look settled over Athos' face.
A loud laugh coming from the girls booth broke Porthos out of his dazed state and his eyes were drawn back to them. What he saw warmed his heart and pushed away any notion that this was a terrible idea. Because if Constance could make Flea laugh like that, then there was no way it could be.

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bro cake tasting is a golden conflea opportunity
âAnd by the power invested in me I now pronounce us wife and wife.â Flea slid the paper Constanceâs way with a flourish and grin.
âWhat is it this time that youâve decided we need to be married for?â Constance sighed, looking over the paper and then glanced up at Flea, âWedding cake samples?â
âFree to newlyweds. So I guess I really pronounce us wives-to-be but semantics.â Flea rested her hands on the table, still grinning widely, âYou know Connie I really wouldnât have to fake it if youâd just say yes to my proposal.â
âAnd Iâd say yes if you actually asked me on a proper date.â Constance shot back at her, shaking her head and hiding her smile.
Flea gestured at the paper in front of her, cocking one hand on her hips as though to prove a point.
âThis does not count,â Constance tapped the paper, âThis is unorthodox.â
âWhich is perfect for us, weâll start by sampling wedding cakes and work our way down to a wine and dine.â Flea stuck her hand out, âCome on Connie, what do you say? Do it for the cake samples.â
âWell,â Constanceâs eyes danced with amusement, âI do enjoy cake.â
âAnd I enjoy you.â
âFlea.â
âI meant cake, semantics Connie, semantics.â
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âYouâre really soft, Connie,â Flea mumbled, trying to burrow herself deeper into Constanceâs neck and slipping, laughing when she fell more onto Constanceâs breasts.
âYouâre really drunk, Flea.â Constance retorted, adjusting her hold on the other woman and trying not to flush in embarrassment as they scurried down the streets of Paris back to her place.
The one saving grace was the streets were empty but Flea would have paid no mind anyway, continuing her attempt to rest her head on Constanceâs shoulder.
âI donât suppose youâd care to tell me why you felt the need to match drinks with all of the boys tonight.â Constance sighed, looking over and only seeing Fleaâs hair, despite her annoyance she pulled Flea closer, letting the other woman get a little more comfortable and catch her breath.
âIt seemed like a good idea at the time,â Flea grinned into her crook of her neck, warm breath tickling Constanceâs skin.
âYou and I are going to talk about what constitutes as a good time one of these days.â Constance muttered and then began stepping forward again.
âI can see our home from a distance.â Flea muttered and Constance stopped, staring at Flea once more.
In the months since sheâd moved in Flea had never stopped calling it âConstanceâs homeâ, never their shared place and Constance had known that Flea needed time to adjust to having something steadfast in her life but had been wondering if Flea would ever consider it as theirs.
Flea laughed suddenly, pulling away from her side to spin around and face Constance, draping her arms over Constanceâs shoulder to link behind her head.
âI can tell what youâre thinking.â Flea said, amused.
âThat Iâm amazed your balance didnât fail completely?â Constance raised an eyebrow, her hands coming up to rest on Fleaâs hips.
âAside from that.â Flea laughed, stepping in closer to rest her forehead against Constanceâs, âI truly do think of it as ours Constance.â
âThatâs all Iâve wanted you to.â Constance smiled, closing the gap between them to kiss Flea.
She pulled away when Flea stumbled in her attempts to get closer.
âI think we ought to continue this at home.â
âLead the way my dear Connie.â