𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢

❝ heart made of glass, my mind of stone tear me to pieces skin to bone hello, welcome home ❞

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓  :  ‘  in  the  dark .  ’                            𝐅𝐎𝐑  :  @frvnccis​

“ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 , marius . . . girls , come on , 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 , ” wendy called out into the still night air. not a working street light in sight apart from the apartment building lit up like a chirstmas tree. her brothers , namely wren , used to torment wendy as children. no matter how high she would pull the covers over her head or scurry from one dark room to the next until she was back in the safety of her bed , one creak in the floorboard was enough to make her jump as high as she stood in height. 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭. “ luca , come on , did you put this girls up to this ? ” she pleaded with yet again no reply to the sound that broke the silence. her green eyes fluttered about in search of movement until her gaze fixated on a tall figure move , even if it had been minute. “ luca you’re getting an article published about all your phone calls i overheard if you don’t knock it off and stop lurking. people are going to start thinking you’re the french. ”  

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.

       “ okay but do i have to come with you? ” marius groaned. he was being dramatic, as usual. he didn’t actually care what it was wendy was dragging him to this time, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to bug her and drag his feet once in a while. “ we both know i’m going to, but do i have to? ” { @wcndv​ }

“ 𝐍𝐎, ” wendy stated as she simultaneously nodded her head yes , “ but you’d never hear the end of how you broke my heart and will have to work a lifetime to make it up to me. ” she fluttered her lashes as if to further her point, even it hadn’t had the same response as it did when she was a child; maybe it had been the flower clips and pigtails. “ so, do you want to help find potted flowers and carry them up to my apartment ? ” wendy left out the minor detail that marius also just volunteered to help care for a few of them. 

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓  :  ‘  caught  in  bad  blood .  ’                            𝐅𝐎𝐑  :  @fannicroy​​

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 the best way to run into someone;  mouth full of food, eyes glued to the subject wendy had leaned a little too close to, when two men with shifting eyes began to chatter in hushed whispers, and 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 unaware of how it may have appeared to anyone else. actually, it was exactly how it looked and that was the problem. curious glances kept her occupied, unaware just how close she was to someone that wendy once considered a friend. but that was once upon a time when france hadn’t become the boogyman of her nightmares and villain of her own princess story, taking the protagonists companion from her youth like a thief in the night. never mind her own hand in a friendship faded. with a screech of the chair legs against the floor in an effort to move closer, wendy’s gaze flickered up with the intent to catch sight of her subjects again only to see fanni. bright blue eyes, icy blonde hair and—wendy coughed, nearly choking on her food in the process. the first time they’d had seen each other in years, nearly spoken in years and this was not how wendy imagined it would happen, burying her face in her napkin.

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀.

“your second favorite?” luca asks, managing to steel his face into something akin to disappointment, “how much did wren pay you to say that?” he takes a few seconds to take in that he’s about to walk into yet another impromptu interview. it wouldn’t be the first time wendy’s reaching for a voice recorder in the middle of a conversation, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. he smiled about it, “you could try stefania czartoryska, we’re friends again and she and her daughter were in a hiking group? or maybe the americans? they’ll talk to anyone, i’m sure they can carve out a half hour for you. i heard the younger one broke her… ankle? i’m not sure - i let vitaliya handle any broken bones, they freak me out.” he paused, sighing, “on the record, i think you’re a giant nerd. please send this to your boss, even though i know that the luxemborger wort doesn’t think that highly of my opinion.” after a few seconds of laughing at his own joke, he recounts his story of the night, carefully omitting the details of where he was when it began - as wendy is sure to sniff out something is amiss with any lie he makes up, and he will not be revealing his relationship to his sister on the record (or at all, for the foreseeable future). 

an eye-roll came effortlessly despite losing any effectiveness with the 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 she couldn’t hide. “ guess you missed that it’s a family trait. ” wendy grabbed her tape recorded just before the tale of her brother’s treacherous journey in the argentinean mountains, “ note,” she spoke into the device, “ luca needs an article written about his lack of self awareness. pictures encouraged to get the point across. ” but as always, the jokes faded and wendy’s attention focused in on the story. she never joked or played around when there was a story she needed to get her hands on, and the list luca gave her was just the start. “ protection program perils : newfound dangers or undisclosed liability . . . ” she spoke up after a minute of silence when his story had finished and the recorded continued to blink red. “ title needs work, but i might have something. do you have an old contract from when you joined ? phone calls recorded ? e-mails ? ” and just like that, wendy went from a relaxing time in tokyo where she might be able to spend one of those nights at one of those parties to the next big story. well, that and . . . “  did you know france was here when you agreed to come ? ”

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𝐍𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐈.

“Excuse me,” Noemí addressed the person several paces ahead of her, inclining her head towards what looked to be a credit card on the ground between them. “Is that yours?”

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 for @hshqstarters​

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 up from the laptop, merciless key strokes creating a story she’d immersed herself in had been replaced by not even so much as a flick of her wrist. a 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃. one that the person she’d addressed shook their head at the sight of and promptly questioned wendy on noemí’s behalf. “  i haven’t moved,  ” wendy clarified only to do just that as she reached to grab her bag that had been placed by the chair leg on her left. “  and neither has my . . .  ” her forehead creased and hand began to move frantically, feeling around for the familiar leather object before she finally stole a glance under the table. “  th-there was a bag here.  ” the alarm in her voice was unmistakable. because it wasn’t just a bag, inside she had notes, article ideas, her entire career in a notebook. “  have you seen a bag ? brown, leather,  ” she chewed on the bottom of her lip as the details of the coveted item failed to come to mind.

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𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀.

niara raised her eyes to the person standing by her table in the small café, before shaking her head at the question posed. “ i think you have me confused with someone else. perhaps you’ve mixed your times up. ” 

𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 with the palms of her hands pressed clad against her skirt. they were clammy and her heartbeat only began to slow when she came to the notion she didn’t need to attempt to butcher the japanese language again. “  umm, no i just, did you understand any of that ?  ” because something told her, ‘ is this seat taken ’ wasn’t what came out of her mouth. 

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𝐓𝐄𝐊𝐋𝐀.​

elbow now free, the pain relief is immediate.  “ thank you, ”  tekla breathes out finally. “ it is my argentinean hike souvenir yeah. took the hit dodging what might have been a cracked skull. i hate that there’s no real female form of the word knight, because you have saved me from a world of pain. ”  her free hand reaches to brush blonde locks back into place, pristine blues, surveying the other. “ you seem new. just joined us ? ”

"  maybe the word 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 just encompasses it all already so we don’t need specical terms for it,  ” wendy was quick to add. and given she spent far too much of her time with words, that very comment had been a thought that crossed her mind often. but back to the more important affairs . . . “  sounds painful. i heard a lot of people weren’t so lucky,  ” wendy surveyed the woman’s injury, “ do you remember what you were thinking happened before you realized it was an earthquake ? or what abou— 𝐈 𝐀𝐌. after hearing about argentina i couldn’t let my brother stay alone.  ” and neither could wren. “  𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 𝐃'𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐆,  ” wendy finally took a seat near her injured company. “  he’s my brother, or one of.  ” wren was a whole other introduction of interesting. 

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀.​

“god, i knew i should’ve made you all get your own last names,” luca comments, the joke dumber than his usual fare, but he still makes it. it’s his job, he reasons, as the embarrassing older brother. “i’ll have to make sure they don’t give another to wren - dear god, he’ll never leave me alone. you should probably do the same thing, before he gets a copy of your key, too. i’m scared he might disappear half of my socks again, that was a terrible few weeks.” luca had spent the time wearing mismatched socks and absolutely hating it. “the girls are going to be so excited that they’re staying with their favorite aunt, and i’m finally going to get ten minutes of peace,” he pauses, for a second. wendy had no idea how close she was to an actual scandal, “oh, they definitely are. you won’t believe half the stuff people get up to around here…” he pauses, “there’s plenty of people around who were there. i mean - i’m right here, i was basically taking care of everyone, wendy.” 

"  and as my 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 . . .  ” the younger of the two teased with an expression that held no obvious emotion,  at least for a moment, it wasn’t all that easy around luca for wendy to keep a poker face. around others ? sure, just not around her brother, with him she was like an open book and no amount of denying it could prove otherwise. “  i’ll even give you twenty minutes.  ” soon wendy had returned to her seat, the cup of tea still in her grasp without even so much as a drop spilled, yet. “  mhm,  ” she sounded with a sip. “  but for credibility purposes i need people who aren’t related to me too.  ” and she’d wait to talk or well 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 whoever she could. “  but i’ll guess you’ll do, for now.  ” she huffed, a dramatic sigh that was all for show and reached for not her phone, but his to set up the recorder which was then placed on the table nearest them. wendy sat up on her legs to give herself a few added centimeters in height and gestured towards luca’s phone. “  when you’re ready.  ”

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luca

@wcndv​​

“thank you for at least knocking. i still have no idea how wren broke in the other day,” luca starts, offering up the cup of fresh tea. he’d missed his sister the most, he had to admit. he and wendy spent hours upon hours talking about nothing in his library at home - and he’d missed that, “so what convinced you, if i couldn’t for almost a year. please tell me it was my darling children, your favorite nieces! i need a new babysitter, their nanny is going insane having to put up with liza’s antics.” 

“  key card,  ” wendy explained as she shifted around in her seat to reach for the very same card in question from the back pocket of her dark wash denim. “  i think it’s the last name,  ” she teased with a wave of the plastic, “  because it was very easy to get.  ” but unlike their  brother, wendy always knocked before she attempted method number two. the card was soon replaced by the welcomed cup of fresh tea. held in her grasp as wendy soon circled around luca’s apartment with sips of the hot beverage along the way. “  i heard all the stories were here, oh and . . . i can’t let you live through something like argentina again without a little support, or my favorite nieces. and babysitting, that’s another conversation and you know it.  ” speaking of, “  do you know anyone who would be willing to talk about what happened ? maybe someone who got stuck on that hike ?  ”

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nuan

@hshqstarters ︲ open  !

Nuan had purposefully postponed arriving in Japan until after everyone else was supposed to, and attempted to get up to her apartment as quickly as possible to avoid the chaos ﹔ soon enough, however, hunger prompted her to venture back down to the main foyer. The hubbub and rush of people proved to be just as overwhelming as she had feared, but her desire to leave was complicated by the fact that she had no idea where her actual destination might be. A moment to muster up her courage, then:  “Excuse me  —”  her voice was soft, and could quite possibly have gone unnoticed had she not moved to stand in front of the person near her.  “I’m sorry to bother you, but I seem to have gotten a bit lost. Do you happen to know where a main eating area would be? Or if there even is one?”

the smile wendy conveyed was contagious. once she had returned the twins to her elder brother, luca, she was free to explore the building and well soon, the city. a new country with new people and new stories, it was like a child in a candy store and wendy had first pick. but just a few steps shy of the door and wendy had slowed her steps, soon coming face to face with the soft spoken brunette. “  i think . . .  ” the luxembourg princess glanced behind her with faltered gesture, was there even one ? “  the apartments have a small kitchen, but i was going to go out and see what is out there, did you want to come ?  ” wendy asked tentatively. “  we could find something good to eat i bet.  ” better than what she’d be able to cook up without any food in the small fridge. “  maybe we can even get some local recommendations.  ”

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tekla​

taking her satin blazer off to adjust her shoulder brace by herself whilst alone had been possibly the worst plan she had come up with. the movement was hurting, the sleeve now twists the wrong way, and she can barely reach the strap —- embarrassing to say the least. “ hi ? ”  there’s a shadow behind her. “ i can’t see you, do you mind giving me a hand ? the brace is too tight, it’s cutting off the blood flow to my hands, i’m pretty sure and my elbow’s in the way of this sleeve ? ”  [ @wcndv​ ]​

wendy’s head whipped towards the sound and luckily so. her attention had been preoccupied, fixated on the local newspaper she’d swiped from an unoccupied table. they’d get it back, eventually. “  hi . . .  ” wendy dragged out the syllable. she placed the paper atop the satin blazer mistakenly and quickly reached to help the blonde with the contraption. “  was this from the earthquake in argentina ?  ” wendy couldn’t help but pry while she carefully maneuvered the sleeve and strap that had managed to get all tangled up together. “  there,  how is that ?  ” the question came when the princess had finally moved into the blonde’s view. “  all better ?  ”

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diana again, back with number two. i missed her too much so wendy is back! it’s also now canon wendy keeps missing all the good stories on account of ( my terrible timing ) but also hers. and just reblogging her old intro with a few minor edits cuz i’m lazy. 

&&. announcing her royal highness, ( wendy juliette d’ansembourg ), the ( 31 ) year old ( princess ) of ( luxembourg ). she is often confused with ( emily browning ). some say that she is ( fanciful & invasive ), but she is actually ( inquisitive & affectionate ). 

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚

wendy was born the second child to the d’ansembourg royal family, a decade after the eldest child luca, but certainly not the last nor the most peculiar of what would be four ( a set of twins to come when she had reached ten ) but wendy was a happy child, loved by her family with her head in the clouds. her world was flowers and fairytales and as she grew so would that tender heart she wore on her sleeve.

not to mention that nose for news, anything that could lead to the truth was something wendy went after. asking too many questions and lending an ear to a conversation intended for another . . . which also happened to be how she got into writing. asking too many questions to too many people, one in particular who happened to be a professor who, after finding her eavesdropping on a conversations concerning a controversial boarding school policy, highly encouraged her to use that curiosity for something beneficial, like the school newspaper. sure, she’d written stories and force her siblings to sit around and listen to them before, but this was different and it’d come to be a lifelong affair.

but not the first, her first lifelong affair was with the idea of being in love, something that she’d become known for in the public eye. there was the palace boy when she was a child and probably her most humiliating heartbreak to date, he rejected the flowers she collected. the ones from the garden she tended to with her mother. there was also a prince or two, one who wouldn’t even give her the time of day once she had become attached and that was just the beginning. after wendy graduated from university and began her job writing columns for the luxemburger wort it was safe to say her public heartbreak incidents were on par with her best articles.

well, until the age of twenty four, when her father passed. wendy’s biggest heartbreak that shattered her world and that the world had come to know. she had lost herself, numb to everything but the pain that so often left her with dreams that her father had returned, only to wake alone. her sweetest nightmare. it took four years for her to become herself again, to feel like herself but those four years came and took another life, nathalie ( luca’s wife & someone who was dear to wendy’s heart ) and once again, she felt broken but this time, became the shoulder to cry on for her brother.

but life went on, or so she was told. her focus became her hobbies : gardening, reading conspiracy theories with snacks, daydreaming about love, traveling, the occasional attempt at dancing ( that one of her closest friends, a professional ballerina, always made appear effortless ) and of course, writing. wendy’s career as a journalist blossomed, much like the flowers she was so meticulous about tending to in her garden, she was faced with another public heartbreak which caused her to return home from her time spent in spain . . . and then the french invaded. kept to the confines of her home country, wendy and her younger sister lara did their best to organize on the domestic front, which included leaked information in the papers under a pseudonym : j. m. bly, a combination of j. m. barrie and nellie bly. along with publications under her own name outsourced to major international publications.

when the war ended and the french retreated wendy found herself lacking something, news, at least the type that could garner such interest as the war stories had. and while she loved her home, sitting around waiting for a story and indulging in one too many of those american chocolate chip cookies wasn’t going to cut it. after one phone conversation to luca concerning the earthquake that rocked the mountains of argentina wendy knew what was next, where the next big story would be, the program. so she took a sabbatical from the newspaper and found herself part of the protection program, looking for the next big story and maybe trying her hand at being a little more present at royal events. then she left . . . to chase a story before returning back and missing well, just about all the good stories. 

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

wendy has a notebook filled with notes on specific flowers from her garden and hands it off to her younger brother every so often to draw the pictures

her garden had a two page spread in a local magazine

hobbies include: gardening, traveling, watching /read conspiracy theories  

one of her heroes is the 19th century american pioneering investigative journalist 

she loves coffee & tea for the aesthetic / aroma more than the taste ( half empty cups always ) 

despite always typing her articles wendy believes handwritten letters are peak romance vibes & had beautiful penmanship ( also left handed ) 

she has a bit of a sweet tooth especially for the chocolate chip cookies but is very particular about making sure she always eats her veggies 

attended university in . . . ( england or new york cannot decide ) for journalism / comm.

much like violet baudelaire, that long hair of hers will be tied up when she gets to work

wendy loves train rides

since writing is her strongest form of communication wendy often thinks of amazing comebacks / things to say to people a day late 

back in luxembourg she has a bunny rabbit named genevieve 

when she was a child, wendy had appendicitis and required surgery

speaks / reads : luxembourgish, french, german, english, somewhat conversational dutch 

writes : luxembourgish, english , french , german  ( last two she needs heavy proof reading ) 

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔

scooby gang  ;  the daphne of the group, wendy has a career as a journalist and a nose for news, but she always gets into trouble without fail. 

love sick  ;  she has had many a public heartbreak over the years , so angst & drama much appreciated. ( maybe some drama of : she liked this person but this person like another person and that person didn’t like either of them or someone else ) 

someone to catch wendy snooping for a story , maybe on them ?

she has a thing for reading random conspiracy theories/watching videos of them, with snacks ofc. join in on that. 

someone to help her learn an instrument ; someone to teach her anything new really 

a situation / people who were the subject of one of her articles & not shown in a favorable light

she has a vendetta against this person because when they visited luxembourg & toured the grounds they walked on some of her flowers

friends ofc ! she also has a canon bestie who is a ballerina so if anyone fits that

enemies we love angsty connections , anyone who favored the french during the invasion 

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