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Confession:
i was so shocked by all these ppl calling WTC wack now they're targeting vfv which is arguably one or the the best stories
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Oh my god
I am RABID. I am FERAL. I am CLIMBING THE WALLS.
#DONT MAKE ME SAY THAT I LOVE YOU#R U KIDDING ME#THAT IS SO PERFECTLY BEAUTIFULLY THEM#WHAT THE FUCK#am I supposed to go on now? knowing this exists?#knowing he said ‘don’t make me say that I love you’#and that she knew#she always knew#she just wanted to make him say it#AND NOW ITS OUT THERE#JUST SITTING BETWEEN THEM#oh my GOD#vying for versailles#vfv#rc#romance club#alexandre bontemps#RC alexandre
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is there a v for vendetta fandom are you out there
#i need more people to hear the truth about he/him lesbian v#the toxic doomed yuri that is v and evey#v for vendetta#vfv
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What Once Was
Fandom: Vying for Versailles (Romance Club)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: none
Summary: Renee married someone else. But what happens when Alexandre comes back into her life?
“Madame, you have a visitor.”
Renée looked up from her writing desk curiously. She hadn’t been expecting anyone. “Who is it, Beatrice?”
Beatrice had served Renee since she had first set foot in Versailles all those years ago. She had risen from lady’s maid to maîtresse d'hôtel. Her duties now involved overseeing all the other household servants at Chateau de Marly.
“It’s Monsieur Bontemps, Madame.”
The door to the study swung wide as the mistress of house backed away, revealing Alexandre, his fingers twisting nervously at the hat clasped in his hands.
Renee rose from her desk with surprised delight and swept across the room to greet him with a hug. “Alexandre! This is a pleasant surprise! Wait….” She drew back with a worried crease across her brow, “Is all well? The king—”
“The king is fine, Madame.”
Her good mood faltered as her eyes tracked his face noting the agitation in his stance. Very little rattled the king’s spymaster. “Then why are you here?”
“I was hoping we could have a private conversation.” His eyes darted around the room. “May I come in?”
“Certainly, but I think we would be more comfortable in the small sitting room.” She stepped out of the study and led him down the hallway to the smallest of the sitting rooms. It was cozy, plush, and private.
She gave Beatrice instructions to send a maid in with tea service then she shut the door. Turning back to him, she crossed her arms and studied him closely.
He was fidgety, clearly wound up about something, which was completely out of character for him. She couldn’t help the smile that crawled across her face as she took in his agitation. “Do I still make you nervous, Alexandre?”
“You do have a way of knocking my equilibrium off balance, Madame.” He gave her a small smile.
The affection and heat in his gaze sent butterflies exploding through her stomach. “That is good to know, Monsieur.”
He arched an eyebrow skeptically, “You think me indifferent to you?”
“Perhaps.”
“I could never be indifferent to you.” The pure, undisguised longing on his face sent shivers cascading down her spine.
There was a brief lull in their conversation as the tea was served. Renee watched the maid retreat as she stirred her tea. With her eyes focused on the cup in her hand, she softly said, “You should have stayed.”
“Renee…I couldn’t stay in close proximity to you knowing I could never touch you again.”
She glanced up at him and her tone was sharp as she told him, “Those were the choices you made.”
He sighed as he carefully sat his cup on the table. It was the same argument they’d had before he had left for Geneva to serve the king’s interest in Switzerland. “You didn’t choose me.”
“I did. I simply didn’t choose only you,” she reminded him. “And it’s not like you were ever going to marry me anyway.”
“A spymaster—”
“I know. Believe me, I remember all your excuses.”
“They weren’t excuses.”
“Weren’t they?”
He didn’t answer. He had told her that they could never be a couple. He hadn’t had a noble title back then and his work made it almost impossible to conduct a love affair. But when she had accepted a proposal from the Prince du Sang, it had felt like a knife plunged into his heart.
He drew in a deep breath and decided to tell her the truth. “There’s something you don’t know, Renee. I did approach Louis about a possible match. The king had been offering to ennoble me for years. I thought, maybe…”
Renee jerked in surprise, nearly spilling her tea in the process, “What?”
“My request was rejected out of hand and when Philippe got down on one knee in front of the entire court a mere day later, I understood why.”
Louis loved him like a brother. But Philippe was his brother. And he had probably asked first. The prince was a better match for her anyway. He knew that.
Renee quickly sat her cup down and tried to quell the shaking in her hands. “Alexandre…why didn’t you tell me?”
“After witnessing firsthand your pure joy at accepting another man’s proposal? What would have been the point?” He had, instead, determined to keep his distance from her.
And yet when their paths crossed, he had found that he still could not resist her. “Do you remember that night in Paris, right before your wedding?”
Madame de France, princess, duchess, and marquise did not blush easily, but her cheeks colored at the reminder. “Of course I do. But why are you bringing that up? Why are you bringing any of it up now?”
“Pardon?”
“Why discuss these things now? After all this time?”
“Ah, yes.” And here was the reason for his visit. “Do you remember when you told me that you would recognize me anywhere?”
“Yes. And you said the same. What does that have to do with why you’re here?”
“Only that I by chance saw you last time I was in Paris on the king’s business. I only saw your profile as you climbed into your carriage, but I knew it was you.”
“And you didn’t think to say hello?”
“I started to but then I saw your son.”
“Louis-Philippe?”
“Yes. One of the servants handed him up into the carriage to you and I got a clear view of his face, Renee.”
Her heart stopped. “And?”
“And he favors neither the prince nor a certain count that you are overly fond of.”
She ignored his reference to Armand as her heart started to thump even harder. She knew exactly who the child favored but she wasn’t going to make this easy on him. Her hands and her voice were steady as she looked him directly in the eye. “What are you asking me, Alexandre?”
“Is he….is he mine?”
She jumped up from her seat and stalked across the room to stare out the window. After a long pause, she replied, “You are not a father in the way that Philippe is. You do not tuck him into bed at night nor ease his fears when the thunder booms. He does not know you.”
He stood and followed her across the room, resting a hand on her shoulder. “That’s not what I’m asking, and you know it.”
Without turning to look at him, she whispered, “Yes, he was conceived that night in Paris.”
Alexandre’s world tilted on its axis. He had known, of course, the moment he had seen the child’s face. But to have confirmation…. He dropped his hand and stepped away from her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Anger flared through her as she spun to face him and flung his own words back at him. “What would have been the point? You ran away from me fast enough the moment you didn’t like my choices.”
“But a child, Renee!”
“By the time I knew I was with child, I was already married! What would you have had me do? Put it in a letter so your enemies could use it against us both? You well know how easy it is to intercept correspondence.”
He nodded in acquiescence. He could not fault her logic. “And the Prince du Sang... does he….”
“Philippe knows. He does not care.”
“I find that hard to believe, Madame.”
“Did you think we were cuckolding him every time we were together?”
“Well…”
“I told you, before he even proposed, what our arrangement was!”
“Yes, but I—”
“You what? You thought I was lying?” She stepped closer. So close she could smell the vanilla and cardamom scent that always clung to him. So close that she could feel the heat radiating from him, sense the tension in his body, “I may lie to everyone else in service to my king and my country, but I have never lied to you nor him! I do not lie to the people that I love.”
Alexandre froze, shock, pleasure, and disbelief coursing through him at her words. She loved him?
Oblivious to his reaction to her unintentional confession, she plowed on. “And your assertation that I would have divided loyalties was preposterous! My loyalty to my husband would never put me at cross purposes with you, Alexandre and you know it! Philippe loves his brother and is loyal to him. Furthermore, I do not tell him everything that I know or that I do. He understands and respects the need for discretion when it comes to my duties as a spymaster! He would never ask me to betray—”
“Alright! Alright!” He held both hands up in surrender with a bemused chuckle.
“It’s not funny, Alexandre!” She stood in the middle of the room, just inches from him, cheeks red and chest heaving with emotion.
He was struck nearly speechless by her beauty. She was even more breathtaking when she was angry. How was that possible? He took an involuntary step toward her.
She froze, her eyes trained on him, but she didn’t back away.
He took another step toward her, this one purposeful.
They stood, unmoving, staring into each other’s eyes; two hearts pounding in anticipation. He lifted a hand and reached out for her just as the sitting room door banged open.
“There you are, my love! I—oh! I didn’t realize we had company.” The prince stopped short, causing the chevalier who had been hot on his heels to collide into his backside.
Alexandre jerked his hand back and stepped away awkwardly. “My prince! I…” he executed a low bow. “So lovely to see you again.”
Philippe’s eyes took in the valet’s flushed and guilty expression and then his wife’s stoic demeanor. Renee had not backed away when he entered the room. She had stood her ground. Her ire was evident and he smothered a smile. He understood everything. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, Alexandre, but let’s not pretend you came here for me.”
“I….” For the first time in his life, Alexandre was struck completely speechless.
Renee finally moved, closing the distance to greet her husband with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. She murmured in his ear, “He knows about Louie.”
“Hm,” he hugged her back, but his gaze was trained on his brother’s spymaster.
Renee moved around her husband to greet the chevalier with the same hug and kiss she had just given her husband. “How was grouse hunting?”
“As usual, we didn’t find a single grouse but at least we didn’t end up drunk in a fountain again.” The chevalier laughed at his own joke as he returned her hug. Not a day passed that he didn’t count his blessings.
There had been a time when the king had been adamant that Philippe make a political marriage, likely to some English noblewoman who would expect fidelity from him. He would forever be grateful that Louis had allowed the prince to marry Renee and that Renee had never blinked at the relationship between the two men. Now he practically lived at Chateau de Marly and was both a godfather and cherished uncle to their son. They functioned very well as a threesome and while his whole heart belonged to the prince, he wasn’t completely indifferent to Renee.
He also liked the life they had built together very much so he glared suspiciously at the intruder. “Why are you here, Monsieur Bontemps?”
Finally recovering, Alexander stiffly replied, “I had some…business to discuss with the duchess.”
Renee snorted. “Business? Is that what this is, Alexandre?”
He flushed scarlet which caused the other two men in the room to laugh.
The prince spoke first. “Let’s drop the pretense, shall we? Renee and I have no secrets from each other nor do I keep secrets from the chevalier. His discretion is not in question. You may speak freely. Everyone in this room knows that Louis is your son. So why are you really here?”
“Do you wish to challenge me to a duel, Monsieur?” Alexandre asked carefully.
Philippe looked at him askance. “Why would I do that?”
Alexandre shook his head slowly. “Most men in your position would.” It was dawning on him that Renee had been telling the full truth of the matter. Philippe showed no signs of rage or jealousy.
Of course, it was an open secret at court that his affair with the chevalier never ended, but for most men indulging their own desires did not mean they were tolerant of their wives doing the same.
Philippe’s face broke into a wide smile. “When have you ever known me to be like most men? Come now, stay for dinner and we can discuss everything.”
“As tempting as that sounds…I have some urgent business matters I must attend to tonight. However….”
“Yes?”
“With your leave, I would like to visit the child. As a family friend, of course. I would never disclose the true nature of our relationship to him.”
“You want a relationship with our son?” Renee asked so quietly he almost missed it.
Turning to face her with beseeching eyes he answered her. “If it pleases you, then yes.”
Renee closed her eyes briefly as she fought against the onslaught of conflicting emotions that collided inside her at the thought. When she opened them again, she blinked up at him. “I think I would like that very much.”
Profound relief swirled through him at her answer. He had not known what to expect when he knocked on her door, but things had gone better than he could have imagined. Turning his attention back to Philippe, he asked, “And this is alright with you?”
“It is. You’ll find Louie is a capricious and wild little hellion who delights in his friendships with children and adults alike. I think he’ll be good for you.”
Alexandre barked out a surprised laugh. “He’ll be good for me?”
“Yes….” Philippe drawled out with a mischievous grin. “I think you need to loosen up and he’s just the person to help you do it.”
The king’s valet turned to go but an idea had taken root in his mind and he could not let it go. Turning back he asked, “And your wife?”
“What about her?”
“May I have permission to resume our….friendship?”
“Oh, he wants to court your wife!” The chevalier chortled out loud.
“Monsieur,” Philippe shook his head. “You disappoint me. I thought you understood. You do not need my permission. You need hers.”
Alexandre turned slowly, his heart thudding in his chest. “Madame. I would be most grateful if you would agree to indulge me in a conversation soon. I think we have many things to discuss.”
“For how long?”
“I’m sorry?”
“How long will these discussions go on? When do you leave again?”
He nodded in understanding. “Given today's revelations, and assuming you will continue to welcome me as a visitor in your home, I will start making the preparations to return to my house in Paris immediately and permanently.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
She regarded him thoughtfully for a moment and then she nodded. “I would like you to get to know our son and I would be open to you and I having a conversation about where we go from there.”
He couldn’t help the smile that crawled across his face. He left the chateau with a spring in his step.
The truth was, he had not been happy since he’d left court shortly after her wedding. He hadn’t thought he could share her, open relationship with her husband or not. But an even larger concern had been his fear of openly loving her, thereby making her a target for his enemies, which were many.
He would never be comfortable being physically affectionate with her in front of others, he was more private than that, but if there was still a relationship to be had with her, there couldn’t be a more perfect cover than her marriage. No one ever had to know what she meant to him, or that he had a child. They could therefore never be used against him.
The thought of rekindling what they once had made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time….happiness.
It was entirely possible that things had worked out for him after all.
#vying for versailles#rc vying for versailles#rc vfv#rc alexandre#rc renée#fanfiction#fanfic#romance club#vfv
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Vying for Versailles Season 1, Episode 1, Full BGs
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Hey hey! I see you're big on V For Vendetta (good choice!) and that got me thinking:
Any good suggestions for VFV-themed patches?
Ooooh this is fun! I got a few ideas
Although I think you'd need to stick with a domino's, rose or the V symbolism due to the guy fawkes mask being used by Anonymous
And here's some addiontal patches I think are on theme with Vs ideas
Some slogan ideas could be:
Acab!!!
No boarders, no nations, only people / No God's No Masters
Love wins (this be v funny), Here, Queer and Weird, or other general LGBT+ slogans you like
Bread and Roses
If anyone makes any patches I wanna see them!!!!! Go have fun!
#patch ideas#vfv#thank goodness for a shorter version then#v for vendetta#solarpunk#reaping week#punk#anarchy#diy patches#fashion
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cries in relief,,, its finally over,, i did it
#you should be able to get this on another route by poisoning him instead 💀#i hated romancing louis so much#worth it to betray him in the end i guess but uck#if there’s ever an achievement where romancing amrit or mehmed is required i don’t think i’ll be strong enough#crying throwing up#romance club#personal#mine#vfv
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i'll be honest, it's very, very interesting as a french person to see everyone else be taken in by the twists and turns of vfv cause, like... they're just my history. trinette? cool, sure is a poor person name. oh La Voisin? oh yeah i know where the story is going.
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three seasons of vying for versailles and bonne didn’t appear on a single cover or poster they did not gaf about her 😭😭
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Dad goals ♥️
#rcbookclub#romance club#rc vying for versailles#vying for versailles#rc vfv#vfv#rc renée#rc bonne#mc x bonne
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Confession:
i need langley stans to stop acting like they are this intellectually superior breed just for liking 7b. vfv is easily top 5 best books on the app, but 7b is a huge downgrade, and its def not this misunderstood literature masterpiece its fans keep on marketing it as. god forbid anyone criticise any aspect the story and you already have like 5 ppl camped in your mentions calling you stupid in 7 different ways. yes, it's funny and quirky, and? it's not everyone's cup of tea, simple as that. stop pushing your opinions as a fact. let people criticise books, for the love of god
#romance club#rc#vfv#vying for versailles#rc 7b#7 brothers#anti 7 brothers#anti 7b#writer confession#fandom confession
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Two spies finally able to love each other in the open, dancing through shadows and light because now they can be part of both, excuse me while I curl up in a corner and SOB
#I just hear ringing in my ears#fucking ringing in my ears and nothing else#vfv#vying for versailles#rc alexandre#alexandre bontemps
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I would have found this funny, if I hadn't known how he treats Hortense. Might actually kill him this time around, the gods know I would be doing this fictional world a favour. I'm surprised Louis hasn't taken off his head for saying things like this, but then again I guess rich privilege is everywhere.
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When I first started Romance Club, I started Vying for Versailles. It's definitely a great game. I started Heaven's Secret until the new episodes were uploaded, and while I was waiting for the new episode of Heaven Secret, I started song of the crimson nile , and I'm still waiting for the new episode.
I guess I'm not destined to play rc in Diomand Rush...
ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧
#romance club#romance club spoilers#heavens secret#rc heaven's secret#rc hunger#rc lucifer#rc malbonte#rc spoilers#romance club heaven's secret#heavens secret 2#romance club memes#rc vying for versailles#rc vfv#vfv#rc prince philippe#rc dino#rc memes#rc renée#rc song of the crimson nile#song of the crimson nile#vying for versailles#rc heaven's secret 2#rc hs2#rc hs 2#hs2 spoilers#rc sotcn#sotcn#rc vincent#rc amen#rc ramesses
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VERITAS VINCIT comes back this 2024!
One of my projects for 2024 will be rewriting my fanfic Veritas Vincit. Also, if I have enough time for it, it'll include some art and an author's commentary as well!
I'll post the first chapter very soon and my plan is to update regularly.
But, if you don't know what I'm talking about, gift me two minutes of your time, and let me tell you the story of why the hell I will be rewriting a fic 250k words long.
It was 2019. I was still at uni and going through one of the worst moments of my life. I was very sad, very angry, and quite lost in life. V For Vendetta is one of my comfort movies/comics and, well— After my obligatory rewatch every November, I had an idea for a fic. At first, I just wanted to do a quick fix. In the end, it ended up being 250k words long.
The thing is that writing that fic helped me. A lot. It got me out of a very dark place. However— I started it knowing where my limits were, but not caring because I wanted to share it with the world anyway. My English was quite bad back then and I still hadn't figured out how to adapt my style to it. Not that I don't have a long way to go still, but still.
I always loved this fic with all my heart. Every part of it. And I loved the experience of writing it and the little circle of readers I had. And I've been having this feeling that I should rewrite it for years now, but I wasn't sure. It's long (it's very long) and I don't have much free time. I had my doubts about if it was worth it or not, or if anyone would be interested anymore.
Finally, I've decided to rewrite it for the same reason I started this story back then: because I love it and I want to honour it. Nothing else. And it's enough.
What to expect
Basically, the plot won't be changing much. I'll be changing some details to make the story more believable, but it will follow the same plot lines.
I'll change some scenes and add new things that were discarded in the first fic and I think make more sense now in the rewrite.
My OCs (Bel, Maria, Jeremy, and Allana) come back with more weight in the story and more outlined.
The first fic won't be narrated in first person anymore.
Art and author's commentary (hopefully).
And more!
Final note
I'm eternally thankful for the readers I had following this story back in the day. I received comments in this story that have boosted my confidence like nothing else has and that kept me going every day. I still remember them, often.
If, by any chance, you read the old fic and you're here, ready to go through it all again: thank you. You are so welcome. ILY.
If you are a new reader, welcome and get ready, because we certainly are going for a ride.
Anyway, this was longer than I hoped. See you all soon. Get ready!
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