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wren dansembourg. 25. luxembourg. 

[wdansembourg]

hello baddies....im back from the dead. anyways! im hannah (23,she/her). see below for wren’s intro. < 3 pls like to plot < 3 

name. wren albert d’ansembourg.

title. his royal highness, prince of luxembourg & duke of esch-sur-alzette.

age. 25

occupation. fashion connoisseur 

follower count. 27 million followers on twitter,16 million followers on instagram, 11 million followers on tiktok, 6 million subscribers on youtube & 2 million followers on twitch. 

religion. spiritual 

His teachers always said he was as quick as a whip and would be successful if he didn’t stand in his own way. It’s not like he cared what they thought anyway! He was too loud, too rebellious, didn’t understand the assignment- constantly forcing him into a box Wren wouldn’t dare to shrink himself. He’d always been loud and rambunctious- coming up with the craziest ideas only to have Lara pull him back down. Wren didn’t like being a royal, he wanted to be normal. To live life without expectations! He wanted to have fun and enjoy life, without security guards following him around. He didn’t need safety; he needed adventure. 

He loves his siblings, he really does- almost willing to do anything for them. Matching outfits don’t make anyone look good or more put together- lazy and tacky! But he can’t help but feel like the black sheep- they never forced him into a mold or into something he’d never be. No, they loved him loudly and unconditionally but he still felt misunderstood. His parents eventually gave up trying to coax him into being more prim and proper, every time they did it’d be followed by an even more extravagant action from him. They let him roam around the back allies of Luxembourg, allowing him to pretend he wasn’t a royal at all. 

He doesn’t get politics, not in a way that he’s too stupid to understand, he’s too unwilling to learn and care. When dragged into conversations over trade embargoes and embassy meetings he was always left with a blank expression. What dreadful meetings! When France invaded Luxembourg, maybe that was the first time wren felt fear. His invincibility and god complex were uprooted, uncertain where he and his family were going to fall. Though, he never shared those emotions, only letting out jokes and questions of whether or not luca had brought Amethyst with him to his meeting. He became a rock for the family, some sort of stability and he never really understood it. How the one person in the family was drawing everyone back in and holding them up. Wren didn’t mind though, it gave him some sort of purpose. 

He never really coped with the loss of his parents or nathalie and he’s not sure if he ever will. The grieving comes in waves, mostly subduing into puddles he can manage. When it does come crashing in like a tsunami, he lets it- stumbling around and falling in a pattern of laying in bed for a couple of days. His therapist says he should put it into his artwork in his designs- not letting it boil over until he can’t manage. Wren tries but ultimately ends up in the same place. 

Never going to university, wren feels a bit like a failure like a part of him has let his parents down. He’d never openly admit to it and he’d never actually go to school. You didn’t need a degree to criticize the royals’ outfits anyway! He grew his social media following while at le rosey- witty captions and strange pictures drew people in. He’s not sure why they stayed around, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feed off the attention. Wren has continued to grow his following- especially on twitter, known for his secret royal stan account where he mainly mocks the french king despite Luxembourg being free from their presence. 

plots: v basic bc im a flop. 

bff. needed desperately, pls. 

clowns. pls someone be as dumb as he is. 

flirty situationships. dumbass would flirt with a wall. 

enemies. someone who hates him??? idk he’s weird it won’t be hard for reasons. 

anything. im begging. 

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tywysoges-g​:

“Alright, open up.” Gwen yelled through a close door. She’d already taken to pregaming in her room and got a little lonely. The only one she could think of in the moment to join her was her best party pal, Wren. Although there was an age difference, the two had bonded over their love a good time and he was one of the few that could keep up with her. “Please don’t make me break down the door. I come bearing gifts of champagne and… well, champagne.”

@wdansembourg​

he’s quick to swing open the door, pulling his friend in for a hug. “only champagne?” his face scrunches up in disapproval at the bottle, still taking it from her hands. “are we going out?” wren questions, popping the bottle open and pouring both of them a glass. “i’ve already been to a couple of bars and clubs. we’ve got to go to them!” 

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@wendydansembourg​

“do you want to see the decor i’ve ordered?”​ a rhetorical question, as he’s already pulling out his phone to go through his emails. “so this is for the entrance,” showing his phone before flipping it back toward him, “and this is the rug for the living room.” 

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lucadansembourg​:

for the second time this month, luca walked into his apartment and found his sibling had broken into it… but this time, he was a bit more concerned. what if wren had broken in while henri was still here? their cover would be blown before he had the chance to get ahead of it, with lara. he tried to shrug it off, but his voice came out a little bit strained when he asked, “how’d you get in here? please tell me you didn’t break the lock.” he brightens a bit at the implication of a gift, at least, “what did you bring? please tell me it’s not paperwork, that’s the only gift i seem to get from luxembourg these days.” 

“i only broke one lock in my life.” he shrugs, passing off the bag to his brother. he ignores how weird his brother acting, it wasn’t uncommon for him. “i went to management and said you forgot to leave me a key and i needed to get in.” easy for him to create some elaborate story and fake distress. “you know, i think i was supposed to bring you something to sign.” another shrug, “just chocolates and some lavender to help with your stress.”

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hshmimi​:

“Well that was...enlightening,” Mimi shot her seat neighbour a look, and rolled her eyes. They’d been invited to a lunch by one of the conservation societies (Save the Wetlands? Flatlands? Highlands? They all bled into one, after a while) but lunchtime was hours ago and the speaker had gone on so long that they hadn’t had so much as an hors d'oeuvres yet. –Or even a drink! “I hear rumours of in-depth discussion groups on the topic, after break…Lucky us.” @hshqstarters​

he’s almost zoned off, tuning out the words of the speaker. “fascinating!” he nods, shifting to sit back up in his chair. in his defense he thought it’d be more interesting and engaging! his eyes widened at the idea of a group discussion. what was there to talk about? he’d be desperately googling facts about the wetlands during his break. “so lucky. unfortunately, i think i’ve got a sore throat-” clearing his throat for emphasis, “allergies or something!”

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@lucadansembourg​

laying comfortably on his brother’s sofa, “surprise!” he shouts, sloppy grin across his face. “they said my apartment wouldn’t be ready for a couple of hours, so i’m here!” he shifts around, grabbing a gift bag from his suitcase. “i stopped by and got you some of your favorite things from home.”