#rc alexandre bontemps

[adilqalbi]

It Could Never Be

my submission for the first prompt of 14 Days of Love

I chose idiots in love

pairing: alexandre bontemps x renee de noailles

rating: g

summary: alexandre is in love with renee but he's in denial.

word count: 826

tagging: @rc-catalog

author's note: i think i have a thing for men who will die for their loves but are in denial about it.

additional note: this was written in half an hour, it's not beta - read because we die like men around here

Alexandre sat on his sturdy armchair at his table, teacup in hand, filled almost to the brim with the piping hot beverage. He placed the cup gently on his desk and flexed his shoulder and neck muscles, groaning with relief. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

It had been another long day of courtly duties. Advising the king, attending meetings, holding celebrations. God, there were so many extravagant celebrations and he had the burden of ensuring everything ran smoothly. 

He loved being the valet to his king, but sometimes he regretted his life choices. 

Alexandre took a sip from his tea, savouring the rich flavour. 

Tea. 

He suddenly remembered Renée liked her tea with cream. 

Renée. Lady Renée de Noailles. 

Brilliant Renée. Playful. Bubbly. A pain in his damn ass. Why did he take her in? He should have reported her thievery to Lady Suzzanne the moment he caught her. But he hadn’t. There was something in her eyes. A spark. Potential. She was meant for something bigger. 

Alexandre took another gulp of his tea. 

Of course, he had to be the one to take on the responsibility to guide Renée to achieving her potential 

He was sick and tired of her antics. She was a magnet for trouble. And he always did his best to get her out of trouble. She was resourceful enough to do it herself but - 

No. 

Alexandre could not go down that line of thought. 

He did not dare to try to entertain it. 

Renée…

He wanted her out of trouble because it would be a hit on his reputation. He was responsible for her and her wellbeing. He had to use her to get to what he wanted. That was the point of their deal. 

He scratches her back and she will scratch his. 

A business transaction. 

So then why did he care so much?

Well, it wasn’t like he hated her or anything. Sure, trouble was her friend and she was annoying with her sharp quips but she was also brilliant. A brilliant orator, a brilliant spy…brilliantly beautiful. 

Wait. That’s not important. 

Alexandre sipped at his tea thoughtfully. He imagined brewing tea for himself and Renée every evening after a long day of work. He would make it perfectly. Hers with cream. He would hand it to her and watch her smile at him as she always did. Her mischievous grin. And they would spend every evening like that, bickering lovingly, drinking their warm tea. Maybe there would be sounds of giggles as young children tip toe around the house past their bedtime. 

Alexandre blinked. What was he thinking? It could never be. He was nothing but a measly valet and Renée… Renée was a noble lady…way past his station. It could never be. 

Never. 

But still, it wouldn’t hurt to delve in imagination. Maybe in another life, where he wasn’t a valet and she wasn’t a noble. 

After a few minutes of living in this fantasy world, he snapped himself out of his reverie, sipping again at his tea. 

Right then - as if she had read his thoughts - came the scratching sound on the adjoining door to the next room. Renée’s room. She was here.

Alexandre masked his surprise immediately, after all, he was always used to wearing one. He straightened up and looked calmly at the woman who had entered his room. He never told this to her, but Alexandre loved that she trusted him so much. To be able to enter someone’s private chambers shamelessly, without fear of humiliation or discomfort, was perhaps the greatest form of intimacy one could have. Sure, there were higher forms of intimacy than that, but Alexandre will take what he can get.

Renée hopped slightly from foot to foot, nervous. After a moment of silence, she finally broke it: ‘I apologize for the intrusion, Alexandre. It’s just…I did not know what to do.’’

Alexandre immediately stood up from his place, concern evident in his eyes, concern he didn’t care to hide, not in front of her. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ He asked softly.

Renée bit her lip, ‘’I had a…nightmare. And I don’t know why I came here, but you were closest to me.’’

Alexandre paused. A nightmare. And she came to him. 

He pressed his lips together. Slowly, he put forward his arms and even slower did Renée walk to him and sink into his chest. 

A moment of intimacy. 

A secret that burned his throat begging to come out. He pressed his lips together, tighter than before. It would not come out. He would take it to his grave if he had to. 

Because it could never be. But at the present moment, it was. 

He rubbed Renée’s back. Repetitive motion. Up and down. Up and down. 

He felt his neck wet with warmth as she sobbed softly. He let her cry and cry and neither of them knew how long they stood there. 

[reddforalt]

Alexander Path

🍷♟️🍃 Moodboard inspired in Vying for Versailles from the game app Romance Club 🍃♟️🍷

 | @rc-catalog  |

[mrnoontide]

"I have never met a woman more determined, more intelligent, more acute in her observations. Before Renée, I knew my only loyalty lay with the King. I never dreamed I’d trust another enough to serve alongside me. But in Renée I found a woman with passion and loyalty as unwavering as my own. She has proven herself time and time again. Renée… You will always surprise me. You make me laugh like no one else does or can. You are beautiful and I will always find you beautiful. I would be honored if you’d call me yours, now and forever." (S3, Ep10)

🪶 Alexander Path ❤️

🍷♟️🍃 Moodboard inspired in Vying for Versailles from the app game Romance Club 🍃♟️🍷

[romance-club-daily]

Valet and spymaster to the Sun King, Alexandre is one of the most powerful men in France. As you begin your life at court, will he be your enemy? Or will he turn into something more?

BlueSky

[theo-avery]

@reneedenoailles

Look at this!! You can't tell me Alexandre wouldn't be ecstatic if Louis' dommed him. He'd be the most obedient little sub for the king. I know he spends his days fantasizing about various scenarios happening as he helps the king undress.

[reneedenoailles]

Un Désir Assassin.

first entry for the rc-catalog valentines event !!

decided to go with the prompt unrequited love for feb 2.

fandom: vying for versailles. pairing: renée/alexandre. (unrequited.) rating: M. word count: 1270 words. trigger warnings: unhealthy obsession, mentions of murder, stalker behavior. MC: isabelle, hedonism path, single, unrequitedly obsessed with the valet. summary: he's got those eyes that drive her crazy, and she's got eyes to watch him sleep. or, a treaty on obsession. special taglist: @liykaii (who made the banner thank you so much, love you kiki <3)

Sigh. He couldn't find the words. Bent over his letter, he continued to mindlessly dip the feather in the inkwell — before his eyebrow raised. Did he just hear a creak ?

Wordlessly, he turned around in his chair. Had he not been the spymaster that he was, the rustling would've gone unnoti—

"Isabelle."

One simple name spoken into the air. And yet, that was enough. The rustling got louder, clearly an attempt from the duchess to hide as he stood up, in his shirtsleeves.

"There is no need to hide. What are you doing ?"

Truth be told, this was a rhetorical question. He knew what she was doing, he knew why she was here. That being said, he didn't like it one bit.

That's when Isabelle, despite her attempts, finally revealed her hiding spot from under his bedsheets, dusting off her gown.

"I got lost."

"And, let me guess — tripped, fell into my bed, which followed to my sheets being possessed by who knows what devil trying to murder you ?"

...Perhaps Isabelle should have thought of a better strategy, or at least a better excuse. She stood there, embarrassed about being caught — but the flush of shame on her cheeks was quickly overtaken by a flush of desire.

She wanted him. She needed him. It ate away at her — the fact that he was never responsive towards her advances, she couldn't help but wonder if the problem lied within herself or within himself.

What could he not want ? She was beautiful, young, witty, wealthy — Oh my god. Perhaps he wanted someone else.

That's when her desire was replaced with burning hot jealousy, raging in her green eyes. Had someone else ensnared him ? She had to find a way to —

"Mademoiselle."

His stern voice snapped her out of her reverie, looking up at him, unable to hide her scowl.

"You can't deny what has grown between us, valet."

"Between us ? The only thing between us is the king, whom we both serve. There is no us, Isabelle."

"No us ? So I mean nothing to you ?"

"That is not what I —"

"Are your eyes set on someone else ?"

She sharply asked the question, threateningly taking one step closer to him, then another — Alexandre backing away in response, his back against the table which she kept him pinned against.

Her chest pushed against his, her eyes throwing daggers. How she wished she could take one of those daggers and stick it through his heart, tear it apart, piece by piece to see what preoccupied it.

Silence followed her question — and to her, that could only mean one thing.

She was right.

SHE WAS RIGHT !

Usually, she loved being right — but not this time. This time, she had been hoping to be wrong.

Meanwhile, Alexandre silently mused over what Isabelle could be thinking about, brewing up in that brain of hers — nothing good, at least that's what he was sure of.

"No."

He responded, his heart being... troubled. He knew he wasn't in love — so why was that word so... uncertain ? He wasn't unsure, was he ? Of course he wasn't — Louis didn't want him to fall in love, so why would he ?

Clearing his throat.

"No."

"You hesitated."

"Get out, mademoiselle."

He frowned at her, trying to appear threatening, but knowing that in front of her determined gaze, he could crumble.

Silently swallowing.

The silence was palpable, you could cut through it with a butter knife.

"I'm afraid you've had too much wine at the Prince's party," He said, fully aware that she was sober, trying desperately to hang onto the slight hint of rationality that this situation could benefit from. But part of him knew it was futile — you can't explain this situation with logic. The heart wins over the head, and the head falls in defeat.

"And I fear you long for a closeness that is not the one we should have."

"Is my status a problem ?"

"The problem is that I don't love you, Isabelle. And I fear your desire for closeness is leading you to see things that aren't there."

So he was calling her crazy. That's how he wanted to play it. Okay. She backed away, tempted to throw everything, grab a letter opener and stab him — or maybe grab him by the hair and throw him face first into the fire of the chimney ! No one makes a duchess feel this humiliated — especially not Isabelle de Noailles of all people.

But she stopped. Despite her spontaneous desires of destruction, she restrained herself. This was not over. He would love her, one way or another. This idea that his heart had been stolen by someone else bothered her a lot. He was hers. Hers ! HERS !

If she couldn't have him, no one would.

Turning away — not saying goodbye before she left for her room, feeling her heart break.

She had known many lovers. Many men, and women, who she could bed with. And yet, her eyes reserved themselves to him — the one thing she couldn't obtain. Did the gods enjoy toying with her like this ?

Isabelle made her way back to her room, to hopefully get the Moon's advice, and a good night's rest. She couldn't believe that she had — crumbled like this, in front of him ? How she wished she could undo it. It killed her that she couldn't have everything she wanted, as much as she tried. Wine, parties, dancing, arts, beautiful gowns and expensive jewelry — all of those meant nothing if she couldn't be with the man she loved.

But someone else would.

With that lingering thought running through her head, she went to bed.

Meanwhile, Alexandre's chest heaved up and down, looking around the room, slowly sliding to the ground.

His knees felt weak. His breathing was uneven. He didn't want to admit it — especially not to Isabelle — but he feared for his life in that moment. And rightfully so, the mademoiselle's hedonism was something to fear. Besides, he knew she was capable of disposing of him if she so desired. Desire is a powerful force, and so is lust — Louis of all people knew it best.

Louis. What would he do, without Alexandre ? Had he died, would he have missed his faithful valet ? Would he mourn ? Be sad, attend his burial ? Even organize one for him ? Or would he simply not bother ? Replace Alexandre as he does with all his other mistresses ? Why would he compare himself to those women ?

And yet, thoughts creeped in intrusively. What would it be like, to have Louis of all people miss him ? The driving force of France, missing him ? Begging for him to be back if he were gone ? Wearing black for his valet ? Why could he not push all repulsive thoughts away from his brain ?

Standing up, wiping his hands over his shirtsleeves, as if they were dirty, as if he was trying to get something off of them.

And that's when he realized. Something brutal, something he couldn't deal with, something that he was never going to admit. Something that would change the way he looked at himself in the mirror for the rest of his life.

Staring at the letter he was writing in horror, the feather dipped in ink suddenly resembling the golden apple that caused the Trojan war, lasting for ten years, destroying so many lives in the process, ending with the burning of the city.

He felt his eyes burn, each word on that letter addressed to the king changing, making him pale in terror.

He knew who he loved, and it wasn't Isabelle, or any courtier.

It was the King himself.

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

"I love it when RC adds new LI branches according to the fandom's feedback and I hope they'll continue to do so starting with Boris. People like to complain about it but had we not asked for them we'd be missing a lot of great LIs like Alexandre, Ramesses, Dean etc so please stop policying what others can or can't ask for, you're entitled to your own opinion and no one else's"

[heartofarcanum]

Oh my god

I am RABID. I am FERAL. I am CLIMBING THE WALLS.

[anneeeboleyn]

renée de noailles from vying from versailles is the cuntiest woman to ever exist. she removed louise de la valliere from court and became the maîtresse-en-titre in her debut season at the ripe age of twenty.

then she proceeded to single handedly save the dauphin of france, frame and execute françois-athénaïs, madame de montespan and chevalier lou de rohan at the ripe age of twenty one.

now at twenty three, she's a duchess with her own retinue, with a new found relationship with hunger for power and corruption, a pro supporter of war.

truly serving cunt.

[incorrectromanceclub]

Renée: I'm going to be king Louis's second wife. Lady's Companion: What happened to the first? Renée, making eye contact with Alexandre: Nothing you can prove.

[onmarswesail]

Bitch, you can marry him for all I care, now get the f outta my face

He is completely delulu

[adilqalbi]

only one bed and blanket sharing with alexandre.........

you may very well have something there

I imagine Louis sends Alexandre and Renée on a spy mission under pretense. Maybe to spy on some courtier the king suspects of treason?

In the midst of their job, they have to spend the night in an inn, but it's late at night, and cold and there's only one free room.

Fine, yeah, that's fine. Oh there's only one bed?

and maybe this is when Alexandre has just realised his feelings for Renée so he's embarrassed yet excited at the same time.

[somin-yin]

The "aftercare" with Alexandre

Or more like this grandpa showing his emotional unavailability 🤷‍♀️

Emotional unavailability starting in 3, 2, 1

I have the same definition of love :0 so what's your point Alex?

It looks like he was traumatised by his father, he keeps talking about his father and how he shaped him and now he's severely damaged when it comes to love and intimacy ;-;

I feel sorry for my MC, for putting her through this ;-; it's all fun and games because it's fictional but irl I wouldn't be able to put up with a man like this, I don't have the patience for it and he needs to work on his issues with a therapist, we girls are no one's therapists, let's always remember that 🤷‍♀️ I'm sorry Angélique, if this was real life I wouldn't let you go nowhere near him at all ;-;

On another note, the complete scene is veeeery long (300+ screenshots and more than 30 minutes approximately in recording) so I won't be posting it because tumblr only allows a limited number of pics per post, but the scene is available in this channel already. As for the complete scene, it was worth its every diamond!! I wish all 100+ diamond scenes were like this and I'll just say that this grandpa is a very skilled lover and nows how to please a woman, it must be all those years of experience 😂

[mrnoontide]

"I want you to say my name as if you're mine." (S2, Ep5)

🪶 Alexander Path ❤️

🍷♟️🍃 Moodboard inspired in Vying for Versailles from the app game Romance Club 🍃♟️🍷

[save-the-sky]

why should i care about saving the king's ass if he made Alexandre leave the court?? I need my man back now!!

[theo-avery]

Sometimes I want to strangle Alexandre

SERIOUSLY 😒 😒 you're a 37 year old man jealous because the hot smar 20 year old woman bagged the king???

He knew they had different stations from the beginning! But now she's successful and she's not being a little lamb, following only his orders and interests and he's upset 😒

And there we go with threats about taking away his money. He's acting like a little bitch.

Good, stand your ground. I love that Calculation Renée knows her worth and knows how to control her emotions. She reacts perfectly to Alexandre's pity party and threats.

He sees the light 😒 She's the best ally you're ever gonna get Alexandre

He's despicable 😤