#charles x of france

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

CHARLES X OF FRANCE

CHARLES X OF FRANCE

9 October 1757 – 6 November 1836

            King Charles X of France was the younger brother of Louis XVI. He was born at the Palace of Versailles, whilst his grandfather was king. His brother Louis married Marie Antoinette and later became king.  

            In 1773, Charles married Marie Therese and had five children. Charles was considered the most attractive member of his family, his wife Marie was considered ugly, and she was known for having many affairs. Charles was on good terms with Louis and Marie Antoinette. After the storming of the Bastille, Charles, his wife and children left France and fled to Savoy, where his wife was born. His brother Louis and Marie Antoinette were both executed during the French Revolution in 1793. Louis’s son and heir was tortured and died of neglect. Charles moved to England, where George III looked after him. Charles’ older brother Louis XVIII was named king of France. Charles’s son Louis Antoine married Marie Therese in 1799, she was the daughter of his brother and Marie Antoinette.

            Louis XVIII moved to England and was now in a wheelchair. The Allies captured Paris a week after Napoleon abdicated and Louis XVIII was restored as king. Louis Antoine and Marie Therese returned to France and stayed in the Tuileries Palace, on arrival Marie Therese fainted because that is where she and her family where imprisoned before her family were killed, she was the only survivor. Louis XVIII died in 1824, and Charles X became king. He ruled for 6 years from 1824 – 1830 until the July Revolution of 1830, which resulted in his abdication in favour of his grandson Henry. Charles went into exile to England and then to Austria.

            Charles died in Gorizia, in the Austrian Empire. He was the last of the French rulers from the House of Bourbon who were descended from King Henry IV.

#CharlesX #CharlesXofFrance #LouisXVI #marieantoinette #frenchrevolution #napoleon

[wild-icarus]

Charles X of France, Count of Artois/アルトワ, Act 1 Costume (吉野圭吾/Yoshino Keigo) 1789 Les Amants de la Bastille Jp Toho 2016-18 (1/2)

The whole second row and the third row right photos are from 2016.

Costume Notes: I believe the costumes stays pretty consistent from one year to the next except for his makeup. He gains a beauty mark under his eye in 2018.

Part: 2

[amirasainz]

can you do a pierre x amira x kika

where it follows euros 2024 with portugal vs france and it’s like amira is stuck in the middle of them

I'm baaack! So I knoow that the Euro Cup is over, but I just started on writing some requests. There will be mentions of the Austian football team as well, but I just chose them randomly. My home team, thankfully, won the Euro Cup, YAY!

Enjoy reading and spam me with requests. :)

-XoXo

No Part 2!

Sitting in the middle

Amira never imagined she would visit Germany. It wasn’t that she had anything against the country; it simply hadn’t been one of her dream destinations. Yet here she sat, in the VIP area of a German football stadium, waiting for the game. For some, this match might not be the most exciting one during the Euro Cup.

But for Amira, it meant much more than just a game. Her companions, Pierre and Kika, supported different teams—each fiercely loyal to their home countries. When they learned that their teams would face off against each other, tensions escalated. Seeking a neutral presence during the game, they convinced Amira to join them in Germany after a day of cuddling and kissing, like friends just do.

And so, there she was. Pierre, decked out in team merchandise, sat on her right, while Kika proudly wore the famous number 7 on her back, Portuguese flags painted on her cheeks. And Amira, who decided to dress in normal clothes but had bracelets from each of the teams on her wrist, sat in the middle of them. The trio attracted curious glances from fellow spectators.

Initially, everything went smoothly. Respectful banter filled the air. But after the first half, things changed. “Of course, the Portuguese players have to collapse on the field, pretending they’ve suffered a catastrophic injury—even when no one touched them,” Pierre grumbled. Kika shot him a dagger-filled look. “Excuse me?” she retorted. Pierre’s sarcastic response— “You are excused”—didn’t help matters.

Amira, engrossed in chocolate-covered cherries, paid little attention to the escalating tension between her friends. As the second half began, emotions boiled over. “Pierre, you can’t be serious. EVERYBODY knows Portugal is better than France in football. We have players like Ronaldo, Pepe, Dias, Félix, Ne-”“Oh, come on! Ronaldo is the only player everyone knows from your team, and he isn’t even that good,” Kika interrupted. “What about M’Bappé?” she added.

Before the argument could escalate further, Amira innocently interjected: “I like the Austrian team.” Both Kika and Pierre stared at her, equally surprised. “They play like a real team—a close-knit family. Their joy on the field is contagious, and the fans are incredible,” Amira explained. Her friends exchanged puzzled glances but quickly agreed, because the didn't want to upset their babygirl. “Yes, you’re right, cherié,” Pierre conceded. “Austria won the toughest group in the Euro Cup.” Kika nodded in agreement. “Their players seem genuinely nice, and their fans show respect. Unlike those Turkish fans—disgusting behavior.”

Amira beamed at her friends. “Cherry, anyone?” she asked, lifting her fork.

[cy-lindric]

The Accursed Kings in 1314

[wagconts]

𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿! 𝗙𝗲𝗺!

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: One Day with You and Medina

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: no warnings.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 0.590k

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :: English isn't my first language; I write my stories in my native language and translate them with the help of translators. So, if anything's confusing, I'm sorry! Sometimes it might be a local slang.

─ Such a bummer, huh? ─ Gabriel walked up to me.

─ About what exactly?

─ You won't get to see the show I was gonna put on today. ─ he said with a smirk.

Unfortunately, the surf competition got postponed because of the wave conditions. They let us know at the last minute, though. All the surfers were ready, including Medina, and even the news crews were there.

─ Seriously, you're so not full of yourself, are you?

Medina and I have known each other for ages. After I finished my journalism degree, I chose to work in areas related to the sea, like surfing and sailing. I've always been a beach lover, so it was the perfect fit.

Our "relationship" has always been like this—full of teasing and banter. Scooby, one of Medina's good friends, who also became my friend for a while, says that deep down, we love each other.

─ I can't believe it, got all dressed up for nothing. ─ he said, sticking his board in the sand and sitting down next to me.

─ Things don't always go our way. You were all confident and '𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

─ You're ridiculous! You were supposed to have my back," he laughed.

─ Who says I'm not? I just keep quiet so I don't inflate your ego.

─ You could use this time to try surfing. ─ he said, looking at me.

─ Are you nuts? The competition got postponed because of the waves, and you wanna go surf!

─ They postponed it, not me. I'd be out there catching waves right now. ─ he said, pointing to the forming waves.

─ Go ahead, I'm good right here.

─ You don't know how to live a little. I'm sure if Pedro were here, you'd go.

─ No way! Pedro's even crazier than you. ─ I said.

─ Alright then, 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, I'll go change and be back to drag you into the ocean. ─ he said, kissing my forehead before grabbing his board and heading to the locker rooms.

[ .... ]

─ How nice! Great friends you are. ─ Scooby said as we sat at the same table for lunch.

─ Here we go. ─ Medina said, rolling his eyes.

─ They went for a swim and caught a wave without inviting me ─ Pedro said, feigning drama. ─ I thought you guys cared about me.

─ Sorry, dude! ─ I said. ─ We had no idea where you were.

─ And we wanted some alone time, but with you around, it's impossible.

─ Gabriel! ─ I scolded him, and he laughed.

─ On top of that, you're dating and didn't tell me! ─ Pedro continued.

─ He's lying; we just went surfing, nothing more!

─ 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘮, sure ─ Medina muttered under his breath.

[ .... ]

─ Is Greece's economy that bad? ─ Medina barged into my room while I was putting on makeup for dinner. ─ Because this Greek goddess escaped to be near me.

─ What a lame pickup line, Gabriel ─ I shot back, unimpressed. ─ You used to be better at these.

─ Of course I used to be better; I've used up all my best lines, and you still don't care ─ he said, making me laugh.

─ Keep trying, maybe one day, huh? ─ I blew him a kiss, and he pretended to catch it mid-air.

[spikershoyo]

b&w aesthetic in paris, france + charles leclerc mood board

[justc2world]

Carlos does NOT miss a chance

[povlnfour]

in regards to the current wattpad plagiarism situation:

aside from the asks, i haven’t spoken about it myself and i’m going to briefly address it away from everything.

plagiarism is NEVER OKAY. so much hard work goes into what is created on tumblr, and i admire every single one of my fellow writers for the effort they put into their stories. for someone to take advantage of this and us posting for others enjoyment is, frankly, disgusting. to also claim that the writers were ‘asked’ before posting as such a bold faced lie is GROSS.

whilst i’ve only personally been affected by one collection, i am aware there are multiple people on wattpad rn posting the work of other incredible writers on this app and if anyone has any links to them, please do send them my way so i can report.

i have been incredibly busy with, well, being pregnant, so i haven’t had the time to reach out to any of the writers personally affected myself ��� however if this applies to you please don’t be afraid to reach out to speak. you deserve to know how incredible you are (you also deserve plenty of follows and i’m terrible at following so make sure i follow you back).

i would love to take this time to thank those tirelessly fighting against this whilst i’ve been offline. i appreciate you all so much🤍

[have-you-been-here]

Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport (Paris CDG international Airport) Roissy (14 miles NE of Paris), France

[dreamconsumer]

The last kings and queens of the Capetian dynasty.

[writesick-lover]

Please don't leave

D'Artagnan x fem!reader

⤞ My masterlist ⤝

A/N: Hiii, so yeah, this is basically my first post of a one-shot I wrote like a year ago but I am still proud of it to this day. At first it was written based on D'Artagnan from the movie The Three Musketeers but later on I realised that it works perfectly with the one from the series as well so you got both of them here haha. I also decided to leave this in a 3rd pov despite reader's involvement in this story. Anyway, please enjoy and let me know how you like it ;D

Warning: none it's just fluff

Summary: D'Artagnan and his wife wake up to another morning in their bed until they realise the daunting truth of what is to come.

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Another cold morning had hit the residents of Paris. The early busy streets were haunted by a mysterious fog and the warm breaths of people talking with each other in hopes of buying something for what little they had. Amongst the civilians, a bunch of feathered hats moved around. The musketeers, the pride and joy of the King's army, were up early and ready to protect their country and their King. All of them but one.

She pulled her bedsheets up, trying to hide from the merciless cold that had crept into her usually warm bedroom. She could use the feeling of his body to fight the cold but found no strength to search for his touch as her place in the bed was partially warmed up by her. As if her thoughts called him, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. It felt just like the usual morning they were to spend together. Except it wasn't. 

The reality hit her like a wild horse and broke all of her dreams of a lovely morning into pieces. "Charles," she croaked. There was no response but she knew he was up, he was a light sleeper, his profession made him to be one. "Charles," she tried again. A sound returned to her voice and finally hit his ears as he snuggled closer to the crook of her neck. 

"Oui, mon ange?" he mumbled against her skin, placing a small kiss. It was prickling like a needle as she slowly realized it might have been one of the last kisses she was to receive from him. 

"You have to go," her voice shook and she gulped, to swallow the lump in her throat caused by the urge to cry. 

He groaned, realizing the truth as well, but choosing to ignore it in favor of more cuddles. "No, we still have time."

She sighed as she glanced at the clock, "No, we don't, the musketeers will be here any minute." She started wiggling, trying to break free from his grip that only tightened, making her break a smile whilst she kept on trying. "I have to prepare you a bath. And get your clothes," 

"No, you don't, I can do it later," he muttered sleepily, pulling her as close as physically possible. 

"I do, or you'll have to go through the embarrassment of being dragged out of the bed naked by one of your brothers in arms," she giggled, hitting his hand which had proven to be the right method to make him let go. 

"Please don't leave," he begged, setting off a tear down her cheek. However, it quickly dried as she gasped when the freezing air hit her skin, biting into every inch of her naked body. 

She quickly dressed herself, and he, unbeknownst to her, was watching her with adoration. All of her motions, the way she tied her hair into a ponytail with a black tie, creating a small bowtie at the top. How she quickly put on her underwear to fight of the spreading goosebumps on her skin, small almost inaudible gasps escaping her lips with each movement. The way she perfectly slipped into the black dress he gave her last winter, the one she wore every time he had to leave her. And after all those times, he learned to despise the dress, wishing he never had given it to her. Wishing she never had to put it on, on another of those mornings.

As she left the room, it was as if a symphony he didn't even realise was enveloping his entire world came to a halt. But then her voice rang across the house and he found himself fighting the cold outside their bed just to get to her. As he washed, she made sure everything was ready for him. She always did. She didn't even forget the small package of food for the way, no matter how many times he had told her that Porthos would bring something. And every time, he made sure to eat everything she packed for him instead of what Porthos had brought. 

He was drying himself up when he noticed the unusual silence coming from his significant other. "Why so silent, amour?"  

"Just a lot of thoughts," she shrugged, forcing a smile onto her lips, even though her eyes glistened with tears. 

His posture softened under her teary gaze, but it didn't stop him from his usual habits. "You don't have to mourn, you know I will be back," he grinned arrogantly, letting out his boyish attitude to reduce her worries. But it was very like him to laugh in the face of Death and then escape, no matter how carelessly he threads the line between life and death. She smiled honestly this time, a small giggle escaping her lips and he wished he could trap it in a jar and take it with him. She opened her mouth to retort back but was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. 

"D'Artagnan, you better not be sleeping or I will break this door down and drag your ass out whether it's naked or not! Athos is already waiting for us on the academy grounds." Aramis' voice roared from the outside. Her eyebrow lifted, glancing at D'Artagnan who was half naked with a towel in his hands. "I suppose you are at the risk of a major embarrassment." 

"I'm not if my love makes sure to hold them up for me," he smirked devilishly as she rolled her eyes, already heading for the door.  "Sometimes I wish to not do as you say and witness the actual threat getting fulfilled, I think I'd find it more than hilarious," she yelled at him in the middle of her tracks, a mischievous smile, he could see in his mind, painting her lips. "You wouldn't do me that dirty, you love me too much for something like that," he managed to answer while frantically trying to put on his pants.

"Do I really?" she teased, grabbing the door knob and twisting it.

"Hello, gentlemen," she smiled brightly at the two musketeers in front of her. They bowed their heads while holding their hats in an elegant matter, both smiling at her, Aramis appearing to be more joyful than any other time. "My lady." 

"Definitely not yours!" D'Artagnan's voice thundered from the other room. 

"She will be if you don't come out ready this instant!" Aramis snapped back, throwing a bold wink at the lady of the house. She could only roll her eyes at the cheesy gesture as she leaned on the door frame, preventing the two men from entering any further. She smiled politely. "You will have to forgive me, but I oppose to that idea, unfortunately," 

Aramis grabbed her hand and placed his lips on top of it. "Oh, what a shame, my gorgeous lady,"  he sighed after holding it for longer than appropriate, only making her chuckle. 

"Fortunately!" Charles yelled out again. 

"Mon amour, I cannot hold them much longer. Aramis is gonna be all over me if you don't get here soon," a smirk on her face met Aramis' similair one in front of her as Charles D'Artagnan appeared from behind her, accompanied by a loud crash. 

He puffed out his chest after his 'graceful' entrance. "Weren't you the one who taught me not to profane the lady?" he send daggers Aramis' way, towering over the two of his friends, "And here you are, dragging my wife into whatever is going on in that head of yours. I think this matter cannot be resolved any other way than a proper fight upon our return," her eyes widened upon the words of her husband as she noticed the challenging sparks in the musketeers' eyes.

"In no way are you fighting after your return. I will be more than thankful to have you come in one piece after those few weeks so don't you even think about getting yourself killed the very next day," she turned around to fix his shirt and coat that was visibly put on in a hurry. However, she did not fail to handle his clothes with rough tugs, a heat rising in his chest from the warning fire in her eyes. "And you better not let him do anything stupid, I know he will try anyways," she turned around again, eyeing the other musketeers who bowed again under the urging flames.

"At your service, my lady," they smirked in Charles' face and set off running  when he gave chase and chased them all the way to the front yard and to where the horses were already prepared to set off. She followed them, walking to the front yard slowly with a soft laugh but quieted the second she saw them by the horses. D'Artagnan was still with his feet on the ground and waiting for her with a glint in his eyes. Oh, how she was going to miss his dark loving eyes only ever laid on her and the warmth of his body on all of those winter mornings. Oh, how he was going to miss the sweet, sweet smile of hers and the way her voice sounded between the walls of their house. How he was never looking forward to the deafening silence around him without her presence, despite Porthos' mouth never shutting up during the missions. It was a list of unspoken vows they never told to each other out loud but they could always feel it, the way the world stopped at that very moment. 

And without any wait, when she was within his reach, he pulled her into a bittersweet kiss, sending thousands of painful but sweet needles down their lips as both of them knew this may be their last. It was long, full of longing and pain, but mesmerising enough to deafen Aramis' scoff in the back. "Please don't leave," she begged after their lips finally parted, her forehead resting on his. She begged again after he hopped on his horse and again right before they departed. "You know I will come back," he reassured her. And yet, she kept on begging in silence, hoping that he would keep true to his word again just as he did up until now.

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[greguette]

guys i’m writing an xmen regency jane austen vibes AU fic solely for the purpose of writing charles and erik having a one night stand with logan but they’re also spiffy rich london society men in the early 1800s and tbh it’s the only thing keeping me going rn

[wild-icarus]

Charles X of France, Count of Artois/アルトワ, Act 2 Costume (吉野圭吾/Yoshino Keigo) 1789 Les Amants de la Bastille Jp Toho 2016-18 (2/2)

The first row left and right photos along with the third row right photo are from 2016.

Part: 1

[ainleysheep]

委托朋友画的！

[shadowglens]

aaand a couple more ships in this picrew because this was such a cute idea!

frances & fenris (da)

grimhild & freyr (gow)

delaney & johnny (cp2077)

lilah & alistair (da)

alma & charles (rdr)

[elliottandstuff50]

Louis Philippe I vs Charles X (It's King vs King.) During the July Revolution.

This is a revolution between Kings. First one is Louis Philippe I, and the Second one i is Charles X. The fight between the Kings of France.