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l'argent est fait pour rouler - étienne louis de bourbon ,prince of france .

[fiilsdefrance]

frankics:

“SO you mean you’ve never heard of the conspiracy theory that lizards from outer space infiltrated buckingham palace?” frankie’s expression was serious. “i mean, it’s like, pretty old, but imagine if it were true. they could be-” she looked around, suspiciously. “-anywhere.”

     “well, i’d like to think at least albie would’ve told me if they had lizards from outer space.” he shook his head at the blonde, “and i mean okay, say it were true --- i’m not saying it is --- but wouldn’t it be a pain to cover up? what sort of royal has that kind of time?”

[fiilsdefrance]

victcrias:

THE expression victoria shot at etienne when that question was asked was one that practically read ‘do you really want to ask that?’ when she was finished giving him the evil eye, she looked away, silent sigh falling from her lips. “you would’ve been better off asking teddy that.” he would have been met with a lot less sass and probably the truth. nonetheless, she continued the conversation. “you think they’re wrong about what? us being together?” 

     oh. “well, how you sometimes go off on him in the brigade chat does raise question of whether or not that’s true.” he shrugged before continuing ( and hastily moving away from the topic of the group chat ). “i just meant about you two not --- you know, being able to run away. like, completely here for this whole fuck the summit and all that thing. if you two were serious about each other, i think you’d do it. at least, i’d hope you’d do it.” it wasn’t super easy to just up-and-leave, étienne understood that much, but hell he would and there was no way he’d judge them for it. though, he shrugged again before giving vic a faint smile. “but what do i know, huh?”

[fiilsdefrance]

@victcrias

     “so... is something between you and teddy for real, or is it just more bullshit from the red queen?” the french prince asked his friend, almost cautiously, as he ate another cadbury button. of course victoria and teddy weren’t mentioned nearly as much as he dreadfully was, étienne noticed the few handful of times they were. and while he wasn’t one to bother people about their personal lives, he was undeniably curious. “i mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want, i guess. but, you know, for what it’s worth i think they’re wrong.”

[sunshcnes]

“can we just, pretend you didn’t see that?” ying looked down to the food she’d dropped all over the floor. “i promise i’m usually not so clumsy. it’s just –” she paused, shaking her head, looking down at the mess of garlic bread and fettuccine alfredo aka her favorite drunk tipsy foods, “we all have our days, y’know? today is my day. or, today is my night, really… being three in the morning and all.” be it guilt or anxiety, she couldn’t help but indulge in what made her happiest in this late hour: drinking and eating.

[fiilsdefrance]

“your secret’s safe with me,” étienne rubbed the back of his neck with a small chuckle, “i’ve seen worse — done worse, too, probably.” although now learning the ropes of fatherhood, the french prince had to admit, he hasn’t been getting outright drunk lately. it didn’t seem right, but even if it did, he still wasn’t sure about the status of his friend group. which was definitely a bummer. “i’m sure someone will clean it up,” of course — he didn’t expect the staff at the palace to be anything less than, as victoria would put it, the best. ( he had to also admit: she wasn’t exactly wrong. ) “but... now i could really go for some garlic bread. and i have a feeling you might want more, huh?”

[fiilsdefrance]

@goldxnlady ;)

     the first time he met adara, étienne couldn’t have known what life had in store. in fact, part of him thought the whole thing to be a joke on himself; the boy who doesn’t believe in love, finding someone who makes him feel the opposite? it had to be fake, had to be anything else. the time they shared was always a prized memory to the french prince. even if he wouldn’t admit it --- or, more specifically, couldn’t say it. of course, convoluted ideals of what love is or isn’t aside, étienne was fairly sure whatever this was ( whatever it is ), was good. regardless if she hid their son for three years, and that’s time he’ll never get back, she didn’t technically hide him from eurion. she told their son about him, about his sister and possibly even his brother as well. about france and the language and culture to the best of a toddler’s ability to learn; addie, by doing that, still had him apart of their child’s life, somehow. and there’s never going to be the right amount of words to express how thankful he is of that. fatherhood might not have been something he was aiming for this early on, but in the moments he’s been blessed with to be a present figure in eurion’s life? well, he wouldn’t change it for the world. part of him wondered if his parents ever felt that way about him, but the more cynical part of his mind and heart bitterly sneered and said no ( he hardly even had contact with them, now, despite events. )

     pulling himself from his thoughts, blue eyes focused on the scene before him. addie helping euri into his pjs, getting him ready for bed ( about time, he thought, it was rather late --- how time flew so quickly was beyond him. ) it was almost too perfect, like he didn’t deserve it for how awful he acted as a teenager. how awful he’d acted to adara when the night was over all that time ago. he still regrets it. he thinks he’ll always, somewhere in his heart regret it. perhaps if he hadn’t done what he did, maybe she would have told him and the redqueen wouldn’t have posted about it like that. yet, none of that seemed to matter now --- they were together ( not really, but he would pretend until he wasn’t able to anymore ), a family. “okay, mon chou,” he began with a smile, addressing his son as he sat up from his spot on addie’s bed. “have you brushed your teeth? you know you can’t go to bed without clean teeth.”

[oscar-piastri]

#they are so cute

[fiilsdefrance]

unrightfxl:

“i don’t wanna talk about weddings, or anything related to the topic…” the hagebak wedding only served as a reminder her own wedding was impending, and perhaps she’d be excited for that prospect if there wasn’t a mutual third person in the picture. around monica and isaac, she found herself unable to talk about the future, as it meant that only formally the world would know of her monogamous marriage. not her polygamous relationship. however, sometimes emily wondered why they were even keeping the secret, it’s 2050 for fucks sake! “lets just eat…”

     “oof, tell me about it,” étienne sighed, although he was happy beyond words for espen and linnea, he shared the same sentiments as most of the other royals at the summit. this impending marriage of his was not what he wanted --- not in the slightest. all he wanted was to be with his son and addie ( despite him not quite know how to put the second bit into proper words yet. ) “i wish i could just... leave, you know?” there wasn’t another word for it; étienne thought he could say he’s homesick, missing france ( as much as he enjoyed being close to albie and even vic, they could always visit him in france regardless ), but it was both that and not that. however emily’s mention of eating was what drew his attention back towards the meal in front of him, and he was thankful for it. “but, since we both don’t want to talk about it, how about we talk about this food? more specifically, what it is, because honestly i’m not sure. i can’t keep up with all these fancy foods half the time,” he admitted with a weak chuckle.

[fiilsdefrance]

espenhagebak:

“he won’t eat it. it’s thin wheats. eurion likes goldfish, though. i feed those to him all the time. well, i think he likes them. i don’t know if he likes them or eats them because at the time i’m eating them too. try goldfish, applesauce, and some other stuff like that.”

     applesauce, goldfish... things like that --- he had to admit, all of that sounded a lot better than thin wheats. “right... right,” ent nodded, running his hands over his face. he hardly knows what toddlers even eat, but goddamn he’s going to search this entire kitchen for something his kid’s gonna actually like. “thanks,” the french prince paused, looking over to his friend seriously. despite everything that transpired in the brigade, he knows that he could at least count on espen to, literally, be like an uncle to eurion. it was a good feeling, to know that others were accepting and willing to get to know the little boy --- étienne felt his lips curve into a smile, however faint. “i’m, yeah --- i mean it, you know? not just for this, uh, tip but for...” he was struggling. “well. everything, i guess. it feels weird to say this, but you get what i’m trying to say, right?” lord, he hoped the other did. “--- you don’t even have to be doing it for me. just the fact you are, it says a lot, dude.”

[stability]

i love the belchers

[fiilsdefrance]

@hrh-rosette , @hvycrwn , @alvcro

[quotethatshow]

[fiilsdefrance]

@victcrias

[fiilsdefrance]

espenhagebak:

“i, honestly, didn’t think the kitchen would have cereal. i’m very excited about it. it may not be the best kind out there, but i’ve been craving it.”

    “what kind is it? and, more importantly, do you think a three-year-old would like it? i’m trying to get the little guy some food and let adara sleep in for once...”

[permanentmochakisses]

[fiilsdefrance]

@goldxnlady

[fiilsdefrance]

hrh-rosette:

@fiilsdefrance

“You know once all this drama of the summit is over, i will surely take you to Paris for a visit. show you your roots and all of that. it’ll be a fun aunt-nephew trip.” she promised her nephew with a smile. the young kid and the princess were sitting on the bed in her brother’s room, waiting for him to get dressed for the wedding. she looked up as her brother walked in. “si beau!” she complimented him. “i have taught you very well, if i might say so myself.” she teased.

     hearing his sister talking, étienne had no doubts his son was excited by the idea of her promise. regardless of everything, there was still no words to describe how happy he was that adara told eurion about him --- about his culture, anything. his heart swelled with an unmistakable pride whenever he found the child enthusiastic about france. at rosette’s words, étienne found his grin only growing. “you have. i truly have you to thank for my fashion sense,” he teased in return, briefly pausing to make sure eurion wasn’t ruining his own wedding outfit. “though i have to admit, adara helped pick it out... you know, to get the color right.” it was a bolder move, étienne going to this matching adara and eurion, but truth be told he couldn’t care less about what people had to say. if he didn’t care before, why would he start now? and, after the last conversation between him and katelijne, he needed a sense of some normalcy ( if any of this was normal, but it was all he had. )

[fiilsdefrance]

regalfright:

   it’s hot, it’s so hot – albert wonders why suits are a thing in such a climate. everybody says england is so cold, and it certainly can be, but perhaps global warming can be blamed for the apparent temperature rise. “who invented these suits, huh? some torture inventor?” he’ll remark to…absolutely anyone who’ll listen to him. not quite focusing on anything around him, but fanning himself with a piece of card he finds on his table.

     “it could be worse, albie.” étienne quietly laughed at his friend, though he couldn’t deny it was hot, as well. long discarded his suit jacket and opted simply to wear the vest, but even then --- it became a lot. hot weather and a crowd of people in a space never mixed well. he found himself often asking the three-year-old on his lap if he wanted more water, just in case. speaking of said toddler, however, he was still attempting to remove the suspenders his mother put him in. ( étienne had half the mind to just allow his son to remove them, honestly, but the french prince knew how long it took for addie to place him in them. ) “imagine if it was completely outside,” he began, trying not to laugh more at how eurion seemed to perk up at the mention of outside, “it would surely be unbearable --- right, euri?” the little boy nodded as a mischievous grin formed on his face, and a sudden question of ‘can we go outside papa?’ broke the otherwise forming silence, as if to contradict everything his father just said. “maybe when it gets cooler out, mon chouchou.” but smiling at his son, knowing full well that the child would be going and playing either way, his eyes glanced back up to albie. “please tell me the heat doesn’t get worse than this.”

[fiilsdefrance]

— prince étienne of france attending the wedding of crown prince espen of norway and princess linnea of sweden.

[fiilsdefrance]

TASK NAME: LETTERS. PROGRESS: ONE OF THREE. @goldxnlady​ STATUS: NOT SENT, BUT STILL HIDDEN IN HIS FAVORITE BOOK OF POETRY.

adara,

     you know for someone so adamant on saying they don’t believe in love, i don’t live up to the philosophy of it when i’m with you. i can hardly promise this isn’t a love confession, but i don’t believe it is. there’s just something still there, and i don’t know how to explain it, and i’m not sure if i want to try. or maybe, i’m just becoming delusional. and if that’s the case, please ignore this.

     perhaps it was not my parents being selfish and greedy, but some otherworldly being who pushed us together. it sounds so stupid when i write it out, but god, sometimes my mind wanders to that night and i don’t attempt to stop it. the way my heart skipped and my cheeks ached with a faint blush ( i hoped you never noticed it, it was embarrassing to feel the heat of my skin ) when your hand would caress mine; it was more gentle and full of a lover’s promise than i anticipated. a simple touch at the root of things, yet i couldn’t find myself able to break whatever spell i fell upon. i wanted to be enamoured in return, to be in your warm embrace at least once, and maybe that’s why it was so easy for us both to give in recklessly. but, i don’t regret it and i hope you don’t, too.

     however, we’re different people now; i believe life made sure of that, whether we want to see it or not. admittedly, i haven’t changed as much as you likely have, but i can understand that it happened to a degree. the personal loss and grieving i’ve experienced in our time apart was not in vain, or so i should hope. i don’t hold any ill feelings towards you for hiding our son — i want you to know that first and foremost, addie. yes while i was hurt ( perhaps i am still, if only a little reasonably ), you only did what you thought you should’ve.

     hell, i wouldn’t want to tell me, either. the hedonistic french prince, a known playboy even at his young age? yeah, i — maybe you did the right thing at the time. because while i can’t say i know exactly what i would have done, but i do know i can’t say i would have jumped for joy instantly. you kept him protected. i can’t ever blame you for that, for being his mother.

     i’m so, so, so glad he has you —

     when i found out about eurion the way i had, just hours after talking about how my brother could maybe be proud of me for once, i felt sick. my sister was the one who told me, minus the flood of texts and missed calls i received. at first, in my half asleep state of mind, i thought it was some fucked up joke. gossip blogs love making drama where there isn’t any and i figured this was no different. but it was. and when i found that it was, well, i’ll be honest: i did actually get sick. i muted my friend group chat for about three days when the news first broke, needing time to process the fact i’m a father and this whole thing is real. yet i have to admit, a week or so after it came out, i went out with my friends to drink and i slept with someone else. i know in retrospect, i shouldn’t have done that. don’t be fooled, this isn’t an excuse. i just really needed to get my mind off things and it was a cheap way to do so for a little while.

     but i’m so thankful that you’ll at least give me a chance. i feel like a broken record when i say that i want to be better than my own parents. it’s so fucking cliché but it’s the truth and i’m going to live up to it to the best of my abilities. i’m at a loss of words that you told him about me, you know? the way his face lit up at seeing me, like i was virtuous and — him calling me papa — oh god, i never thought that would be my reality. never like this, perhaps never at all. but i now understand what people say about parenthood being a joy. although i am very new to it and hardly experienced much, that moment made my heart swell, even if i felt unworthy of it.

     i can’t tell you how long it’s been since i’ve genuinely felt happy like that.

     i can only hope i don’t let either of you down.

     bisous et amour,      étienne

[fiilsdefrance]

Étienne: soooo I’m going on a late night food run

Étienne: you up to join?