Théodore Chaussard

[yvonne-rutherford]

"Don't kid yourself, Théo. We both know that there's nowhere truly safe for a Rutherford or a Chaussard." She sighed and took another drink. If she was anyone but herself, running away could be an option. There was someone in the world who would be content to hide out in small town USA and live a fucking boring, uneventful, All-American life. But there was too much Andrew Rutherford running through her veins for Yvonne to be content with that life. She'd choose soiled ground over mundanity any day of the week.

"I chose who my loyalty lies with. That's what happened."

[chaussard]

"I would have fought that war with you for her." The words were out of his mouth before he had a chance to pull them back. Theo swallowed hard, a rough calloused hand running over his face. "I'm sorry -- I shouldn't have said that. It wasn't fair to you."

[lefebvre-emilia]

Mistletoe 2023 - Canon

Where: Smoke & Mirrors Who: @chaussard When: Dec 9, 2023

It was a Saturday night and she had it all to herself. The blonde spent an hour scrolling through her phone to see who would be free to go out, but after five minutes, decided she was going alone. She spent some time getting ready, deciding to visit a place where Emilia knew she would be around those she felt comfortable with.

Heels click against the floor, weaving through the crowd, a red painted lip smile etched into her features, emerald hues falling on a set of blonde hair. Théodore. At least she wouldn't be alone.

A hand comes up to rest on his shoulder. "Is that seat taken?"

[chaussard]

The paperwork that Théo had laid out before him had been weeks worth of research. Research that he wouldn't normally bring out into the open, but the fact the bar was closed for another hour and the french man was the only one in the building. He had told the staff to take an early lunch -- not that he had any say over what they did but they had taken his direction hesitantly.

The sound of heels caught his attention, eyes pulled from the papers and offered the familiar face a welcoming smile. As her hand cupped his shoulder, Théo reached up and cupped his hand over hers. "Hey there stranger, its been a while."

[chaussard]

[chaussard]

@sofiedekker || mistletoe

the french loyalist couldn't remember a week where he hadn't found himself sitting in this very corner booth, arms out stretched as he much like the other loyalist around him enjoyed the sight that was a vixen. This place had been their place even without it being directly owned by them. Everyone knew that the french organization held a certain amount of power within these walls. Which was why he felt comfortable being the only french loyalist here this evening, even this late in the night. A hand came up and gently wrapped around the wrist of a vixen stopping her from scurrying away, A soft pull towads his chest as his callous hands found her waist gently. His brow furrowing slightly. "Why do you look like someone stole your puppy?"

[yvonne-rutherford]

"It's crossed my mind a few times. But I've put down enough roots here that I don't know where I would go." She spared another look at Maddie, who was still clenching her stuffie with all the strength a toddler could manage. "Porto Velho's not an option and at least in London Maddie has both of her parents. She deserves to get to know both of us."

[chaussard]

“What she deserves and what's safe for her..for you is what's more important to me.” They both knew that things were only getting worse for London, for Porto, for Launceston. Their worlds were crumbling around them and as much as he wanted to be able to be around for every moment he knew that their safety was priority. His lips pressed into a thin line, brow furrowing slightly as his eyes softened. “We both know the ground here is soiled, tainting any roots attempting to flourish.” 

“What brought you here tonight, Yvonne? What happened?”

[yvonne-rutherford]

"Fuck."

Yvonne took the glass from Théo. Her hand was steadier than she expected it to be, her head clearer than it was thirty seconds ago. Théo's words confirmed what she'd been trying to deny for years. Maybe since her fling with Théo. Yvonne Rutherford wasn't loyal to the Rutherfords. She loved them, but when push came to shove, she was choosing herself first. The realization was almost freeing. Just as she saw a path forward the night Félix approached her, she felt the chains holding her down sliding off of her arms and chest.

"I'm glad your family would protect her. She deserves that."

If anything happened to Yvonne, she didn't doubt that the Rutherfords would do everything in their power to keep Maddie in the family. Whether or not it was purely altruistic or just an attempt to keep control and possession over her the way they failed with her nephew, well Yvonne knew what she believed.

"We really messed up her life by bringing her into this world, didn't we?"

[chaussard]

"No," The words left his lips quicker than he had expected them. Maybe there had been a time when he thought he wouldn't have kids, but now he could not imagine his life without Maddie. "I think the hands we were dealt are impossibly complicated at times, but her life she deserves the world. Try as I might, I can't give her the one you'll be able to, but you Yvonne have you ever considered leaving London?"

[godmerlin]

[chaussard]

@yvonne-rutherford

[yvonne-rutherford]

Yvonne drained the rest of the glass and reached for the bottle to refill it before she spoke again. Théo was her coparent and she trusted him just enough when it came to their daughter. But, that didn't change that he was a French commandant. Opening up to him would just give him (and the French) a weapon.

She stood up, nervous energy filling her veins, and started pacing through his kitchen. This was a fucking mistake. If she was smart she'd pick Maddie back up, turn around, and go home. And yet.... Yvonne turned back around and placed her hands on the back of the chair she'd just been sitting in. "What does loyalty mean to you? What does someone have to do to deserve your loyalty?"

[chaussard]

The atmosphere in the room changed. It was almost palpable. Her energy had shifted to the point that he caused tension in her shoulders. Théo's lips pursed at her questions. It wasn't as if it was a loaded one, but instead, it made him worry about what was plaguing her to the point where those words rolled off her lips.

"are you in trouble?" It wasn't that he was ignoring her question, but rather he had his own concerns. Which were the safety of her and Maddie.

[yvonne-rutherford]

Yvonne didn't like being left alone with her thoughts on a good day, but ever since Dubai she liked it even less. While the thought of telling Cassie everything had been bouncing around her head for nearly a year, actually making that call was an impulse, even if she told herself it wasn't. And now her brain was staring down the barrel of the potential consequences of her actions. Since Gideon had already made his thoughts on the family business clear to Andrew, he was the one sibling whose reaction she wasn't worried about. But Damon and Adriana were loyal to Andrew and Lara.

Taking Maddie out of bed and to Théo's place was another impulsive decision. Maddie protested as she was woken up, but she quickly quieted down when Yvonne mentioned that they were going to see Papa. She wasn't sure how much Théo would understand or even how much she was going to tell him, but at the very least she wouldn't be alone.

Yvonne glanced back at the sleeping toddler on the couch before accepting the glass from Théo and knocking back half of the glass in one gulp without a grimace. "I didn't particularly feel like being alone and I figured you'd still be up."

[chaussard]

"You're always welcome," It was all he had to offer before silently stepping closer to maddie and softly stroking the young girls hair. They may not always seen eye to eye, but they were co parenting well and Théo knew that no matter what happened, if Yvonne needed him he would find it within to be there. "Whats on your mind, Yvonne?" His tone was soft, but not like he was talking to maddie, Théo didn't see Yvonne as fragile. conflicted, hurt, filled with a mix of emotion maybe, but not fragile.

[mrofontaine]

Olivier looked up from his contemplation, the dim glow of the jazz bar casting shadows on his weary face, being a father was tiresome at the best of times. Not only was there that, but his love life had taken a pretty big hit. He'd come here in search of Théo, maybe because the man had been through it himself. Maybe because he once again had his brother back. When he pushed through the door, instantly his eyes met Theo, and he managed a faint smile in response to the offered glass.

With a quick glance around the room, he jutted his chin in the direction of a booth.

"I'm doin' good enough, Théo," he said, "Tired, but good. Except, y'know, the shit that's going on with work. Home life has been surprisingly...good." He dropped into the seat, "How about you?"

[chaussard]

"Shits been a mess lately, eh." Théo brought the glass to his lips and took a pull before leaning back in his chair. Eyes scanning the room a moment before coming back to his friend. "just trying to balance it all. Kids, ya know. hows yours doing?"

[chaussard]

@mrofontaine

The jazz bars music was low the sweet hum of Coltrane filled the room. Typically there’d be a live band here, but they weren’t open yet. Theo had assisted the now manager with decorating not because he enjoyed christmas, but because Maya Alliot had and something about doing this in memory of her gave him a bit of hope. The french loyalist birthday had been a few weeks back and since then Theo had continuously found himself drawn here. Drawn to the reminder of all the things they’ve lost along the way. A callous hand ran down his face as he inhaled a breath. The sound of the door opening caught his attention and he nodded towards the man, a welcomed sight, before grabbing them two glasses. 

“Pick a spot.” with both glasses filled, theo made his way over to Olivier. An out stretched hand holding the glass meant for his friend. "You good?"

[chaussard]

[shadowdaddiesonly]

[candidnessworld]

Request — Stephen Amell & Dianna Agron

req. by #nobodyrpg 

[oblivion-crackships]

CRACKSHIP gifs → Stephen Amell x Gal Gadot

requested by tarashari-tfp

[gianna-palazzolo]

@mobscene-starters Date: 30/9/23. Location: Outside of Vixen, Mayfair.

If there was one place in London she hoped was relatively safe, it was the (infamous) Hathaway-owned burlesque club. Not only did they have a private army of their own security, but the place was so swarmed with French mobsters on every occasion, that even if they were a target in themselves, it seemed unwise at best to take them all one at once. The logic she would bend for a good drink...

Just as she was pondering how the night was seemingly going off without a hitch, mid-conversation with one of the back up dancers and her friend, commotion erupted kerbside. Somebody was yelling. Against her better judgment, Gianna looked back over her shoulder to see that security was already swarming. Brilliant.

"Oh, great. Here we go..."

[chaussard]

The brawl had erupted almost out of nowhere and Théodore had been attempting to enjoy his drink in peace when the two bodies collided into the back of him. The liquor in his glass plashed out of his cup causing the french man's jaw to clench. "Merde salauds ", he hissed a flat hand slapped against the bar.

He turned swiftly in the bar stool, but before he could do anything, the club security had their hands on the two causing the disturbance. Théo eyes them up a moment; they weren't regulars, which meant security was getting lackadaisical about who they were allowed in. He turned to the italian a few seats over. "You good?"

[chaussard]

"you look like I could use a drink," the french man commented as he lowered himself into the empty booth beside the other. Eye brows furrowed as he took a moment to take them in; the stress that was etched into their featured echoed a man who hadn't slept in nights. "first rounds on me."

[mrofontaine]

"I can always use a drink," Olivier grumbled, looking up from the three empty whiskey glasses. "It's a rite of passage if you're going to sit here." He half smiled, although it never quite reached his eyes. Who knew being a father would be so goddamn difficult? Things with Théo had been better for a while now. However, looking up himself at the man, he tilted his head to the side. "You okay?"

[chaussard]

"I'm fine just tired of sitting around while those fucks keep breathing our air." The tension in in jaw tightened as his teeth pressed down against each other. The french mans eyes narrowed on his brother. "Theres a shift in the air that I don't like I'm tired of sitting idly by."