schadenfreude

olivier van oranje-nassau 26 | netherlands the funny brother

[olivicr]

&&. announcing his royal highness, ( olivier luc van oranje-nassau ), the ( 28 ) year old ( prince ) of ( the netherlands ). he is often confused with ( dominic sherwood ). some say that he is ( reckless & unreliable ), but he is actually ( hard-working & passionate ). ( OOC: admin e who’s probably making the biggest mistake of her life, if i drop him next week don’t judge me )

olivier is the third child / second youngest of the oranje-nassau siblings. he hasn’t done much for the family but he’s the military wonder of the family. there has to be one ! he likes his role because truthfully ? he likes sports, he’s been athletic his whole life and he likes just ‘hanging with his bros’. 

he did consider becoming a pilot but then found out how much physics it required and decided to bury that dream ! 

olivier, oli, o... whatever you wanna call him

truthfully ? he hasn’t done much with his life. just chilled in the military and traveled the world, partied, thought about university and always discarded the idea. 

but he has spent the last few years shadowing bastiaan and sorta taking on more responsibilities because his folks are getting older and the oranginas are tight so he wants to do what he can to help femke when she ascends the throne. he doesn’t want to be dead weight and useless.

this new-found responsibility hasn’t changed the way he operates though:

he acts before he thinks, always has, always will. he forgets to be considerate very often, not because he doesn’t care but because he’s too preoccupied by doing stuff and enjoying his life ! he jokes quite a bit but his humour is mean. it’s not light hearted. he also complains a fair amount.

very rare will admit to his faults: if he upset someone, it’s their problem since they took him too seriously or couldn’t take a joke. some people just have a stick up their ass and he shouldn’t suffer because of it.

embarrassingly similar to aurel but where aurel’s more of a golden retriever, olivier is the personification of toxic masculinity and manchildren

he was pressured to come since femke is about to give birth and bastiaan was too busy with his project back in the netherlands. then viggo came and suddenly olivier was interested in coming.

was in a semi-serious relationship with olimpia from 2015 to 2016 or something. dislikes jelani ( and by extension aurel i guess lol ). bffs with viggo. 

he’s not a very deep character lol don’t judge me

[olivicr]

olimpiacroy​:

“ no, no, now’s when it’s starting to pay off. the second quarter’s the worst: it’s when everyone’s giggling and having a blast. now the stupidity has begun and i’ll die happy i’m never this embarrassing. ” her eyes followed her stolen cup before she shot him a dirty look. “ krisztus. get your own, ” she whined as she extended her hand for the cup. she even considered tipping the bottom so that his stupid start of a beard would get an extra shower. “ look- ” she assumed a position next to him, leaning a bit closer to his side. “ that scene ? in the far left corner ? is why i don’t mind being sober. ”

“ ah, of course. it’s not worth it if you aren’t able to feel superior to everyone. ” he stole a look at her smiling face. maybe one day he’d be able to agree with her. he was sober enough to know that being sober at the party was not fun. thank god he was only crashing the party. “ you’re not serious. ” he tilted his head towards her to be able to talk in a hushed tone and still be heard. “ who would not want to be making out with pineapple. it’s basically a lip filler treatment. those lips will be so swollen and bruised. ”

[olivicr]

“ getting tired of being the mother hen ? ” he asked, rounding the kitchen isle. his second bottle of the night had already gotten warm in his hand and his ability to drink warm beer was not what it had used to be. he reached for olimpia’s cup, taking it from her without as much as a please. “ so orange’s today’s flavour. i was sure you’d go for strawberry. i saw some on the table. ” with a grin he passed the cup back to her. “ it’s still better than this. ” he scrunched his nose before leaving the half empty bottle on the counter. ( &. @olimpiacroy​ )

[olivicr]

princesten​:

“ I COULDN’T RESIST, SORRY. i supposed that’s valid, though. i’m not usually much of a smoker, but i won’t say no if it’s free. ”   it doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world right now—actually, it’d probably be relaxing. sten cracks the other a grin.   “ i appreciate it. how have you been, did you have a good time at the wedding ?   did you get to spend any extra time home ? ”

“ not sure if i’m more offended by the mary or the holland. i expect a formal apology. written on parchment with an official seal and everything. ” he dug into his pocket until he found another joint. life was better living on the edge ! he lit the joint. “ life hasn’t changed much. i’m still a bit shocked that i’ve now officially lost my best friend to my sister. ” he was sure he could have made a comment about a violation of the bro code but perhaps they were a bit too old for it. “ spent a week there, wanted to catch up with friends. ”

[olivicr]

princesten​:

“ ISN’T MARIJUANA THE NATIONAL FLOWER OF HOLLAND ? ”   sten pockets the joint, but not without making a face.   “ don’t call me that, you’re barely older than i am. surely your mom has more important things to worry about right now, like starting baby watch for armani and viggo. ”

“ damn got one more stereotype to throw at me ? ” he rolled his eyes. when had sten become so cheeky ? “ mum hates the smell and the idea. she’s funny like that. i think one time she actually told me to buy liquor rather than weed. ” he looked around just in case a suited figure had rounded the corner. the street was empty. “ and it’s still illegal in denmark so you should remember how generous i was tonight. ”

[olivicr]

princesten​:

“ WHO ARE YOU HIDING FROM ? ”   he snorts.   “ does that mean i can keep this ? ”

“ my bodyguard. i forgot i didn’t have my regular guy by the door and now the new guy that’s my mum’s top spy is about to turn that corner. ” it was so wasteful. half a joint — that was all he had managed to get out of the joint. “ drugs are bad for you, you know. don’t do drugs, kiddo. ”

[olivicr]

“ oh, ah, can you hold this for a moment ? ” he pushed the item into the other person’s hands. “ if someone comes looking for it or for me, just say that that is yours and that you have not seen me. ”  ( &. @hshqstarters​ )

[jinzhaohui]

&     @hshqstarters​     .

          he drags a lawn chair out into the front yard and sits.

[olivicr]

“ bro, why do you have my lawn chair ? ”

[olivicr]

armanicatherina​:

olimpia.

“ you know, you could have at least permitted ale to come here. now i look like a lost duckling without a date. ” ( @armanicatherina or @olivicr​ or some other orangina )

“ don’t be ridiculous ! no one is dateless, ” not by the end of the night, at least. she takes olimpia’s hand in her own, “ olimpia— ” then does the obvious… she snatches her brother’s in the other, and continues in a matter-of-fact tone bringing both hands together, “ meet olivier. ”      * / @olivicr​ 

he played along but rolled his eyes at his sister. “ as the best man i have never had a better chance at finding a date. i’m really sorry but i don’t know if i’m going to waste it on entertaining an engaged ex-girlfriend. something about that equation doesn’t work for me. ” ( &. @olimpiacroy​ )

[olivicr]

vcra​:

“  that’s not a bad idea, sask, but freja is my niece, even my sister doesn’t know what to think, how will i explain that ?  they’re so close. ”  and if this spawns sol’s non-existent stubborn streak, it’s another thing on the mountain of problems to deal.  “ maybe i’ll work on the older ones first. ”  it’s a delicate matter, sweden is somehow in the middle, they don’t condone this !   “ oh don’t worry dear, you’re not in trouble. ”  coenraad, is already staring the boy stiff. she shoots him a look. “ we were just wondering, if you knew who that boy is over there. just so we know the appropriate title of course. are you friends ? ”   [ @olivicr or @cocnraad​ ]

“ oh i know, vera, i have kept my fist at my side — behaved, i mean. ” he grinned at the crowd before turning to search for the ‘boy’ the older generation was going crazy about. “ ah... ” oh sweet sol what have you done ! “ appropriate title, of course, it has nothing to do with the way his hand is barely high enough to be on her waist. ” he almost said the other way around: but not even he dared to use the word ‘ass’ in front of his mother. “ jelani mwezi. tanzania. you know him, ” he was talking past his father, at his mother. saskia might have had a chance at knowing him, coenraad not. “ olimpia’s ex. i think the previous breakup was the fifth... ? no, seventh... ? hey not even they know for sure so don’t expect me to. always glued to hohenzollern. ”

[saskiaelse]

cocnraad​:

‘  since i got shot, you went into a coma — sorry saskia, that bastard got murdered after his own trial, that italian also got shot, and nearly everything in between ? ’  hand comes up matter-of-factly directed at vera. ‘ what you call morose, i call realism. no wonder sol wanted to become an army nurse, there was market for it. very enterprising of her, you should be proud. she will graduate when she graduates, not everything is a race ! ask one of the children who the boy is, they should know. ’   /. @cocnraad​  or hijack!

forefinger lifts from it’s place against his glass to shift sharply. “ don’t encourage it, johanne – she’s too young to be witnessing frontline injuries. ” anton had come back different. sol didn’t need to experience that too. “ there are plenty of other professions if she wants to help people, ” he nods approvingly at vera. blue gaze scans the room for his boys, free arm raising to beckon the younger. “ olivier! ” does he not see coenraad? “ saskia, tell your son to come here. ” / @saskiaelse​ or @olivicr

“ she should go to med school. that’s a respectable career choice. we need more female doctors in this world ! ” needless to say, saskia did not know anything about astrid bernadotte’s academic prowess. “ it would get her away from paris. ” saskia got it ! paris was wonderful: the city of lights, the most romantic city in europe… everything glittered, the bakeries were to die for, and seine flowed beautifully through it. but. it was in france. “ i think i know who that is… ” but her eyes were not as sharp without her glasses. maybe she should have brough her opera lenses. her hand swatted coenraad on the arm ( gently, affectionately ), before waving to olivier and gesturing him to make the long journey of four meters to their table. ( @olivicr​ )

[olivicr]

he took one cautious step to join the circle. his hands were tightly clasped together behind his back. “ and what can i do for you ? ” he looked around the band of thieves. ( @vcra​ )

[olivicr]

VIGGO’S GROOMSMEN !

[olivicr]

jclvni​:

“ if you were in the mood, eh ? ” the dutch really does seem to believe olimpia’s relationship status is contingent on his mood. what’s jelani to do, other than to laugh ? “ that’s cute. ”

“ don’t believe me ? ” his brows rise. “ maybe it’s you who’s projecting. do you think you’ve run out of second chances ? ”

[alekbielecki]

starter for: @olivicr​​

“Has Nike threatened to kick you out yet?” he jokes, relaxing back on the sofa. It’s beyond him why Olivier would even room with anyone when he could’ve possibly gotten a whole place to himself.

[olivicr]

“ the very first day. she dared to insinuate that i’m untidy. ” he held a minuscule pause. “ i think she doesn’t understand how neat you have to be when you work for the army. i swear i find more of her stuff lying around than mine. the moment the shower drain clogs, i’m throwing her out so she’ll learn her lesson. ” his eyes moved up to alek’s dark hair. “ you wouldn’t have to shave your hair ? i could use those dark locks of yours. ”

[olivicr]

laylabahiti​:

frustration boiled within, heat rising to her cheeks. how had she become the bad guy? “i am trying to help!” another person to add to the list of people she failed. “how are we supposed to put an end to the war if she will barely look at me? peace treaties do not come out of thin air.” chin wobbling, layla turned her head to avoid meeting his gaze. she’d become the outcast of her friend group and couldn’t, or wouldn’t, accept it. “do you hate me?”

“ you married the guy who’s been waging a war with her country for three years. what have you done to help ? i don’t mean to be rude but just saying stuff like that isn’t enough. ” every decision had an outcome. layla had chosen aslan over nike. sometimes it wasn’t possible to have it both ways, given the political climate of the mediterranean. “ have they really made you into the person who can make a peace treaty happen ? ” he did not know much about the turkish royal famly, he only knew that aslan osmanoglu was not the nicest of men. “ i’m impartial to this whole thing. ”

[laylabahiti]

@olivicr​

“does nike hate me?”

[olivicr]

“ i don’t know about hating you...  but you married the guy whose family is at war with hers and then you starting working with the family, and then you started a family... ” his voice trailed off. “ you can see how she has no reason to want to be around you ? ”

[olivicr]

jclvni​:

“ you projecting ? ” regret is not the word he’d use to describe the feeling. it’s more akin to something carnal. 

“ god no. unlike you i might still stand a chance if i was in the mood. you’re way better at burning bridges than i am. ”