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Elysium Lost | an “All Souls” fic
Elysium Lost | by Sylver_deClermont
Two years after the events of “No One’s Prince”, Baldwin and Estella experience the challenges of a modern vampire marriage and discover why mates should never be separated, while a man from Estella’s human past returns bringing unimaginable complications. (Baldwin/OC)
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How to get my day way better than iy started !!!
@skanaski06 I was thinking.... what about Baldwin and his mate ( a fellow dark haired witch) in quarantine together. They are both stubborn and can goe toe to toe with one another but also very romantic toward eachother?
PART 1
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“And we’re playing with Apollo in the garden later,” Isobel beamed through the FaceTime screen before her smile faltered, “but I miss you Auntie Eilie, and Uncle Baldwin.”
“We miss you too Izzy,” Eileen told the six-year-old, “it’s better you’re there and not here in the city.”
“Lunch children!” Marthe called offscreen.
“Go,” Eileen encouraged, “I’m sure there’s cake. I’ll call tomorrow.”
“Okay, oh, Auntie Diana wants a word.”
Eileen bid her niece, who she’d taken in after the death of Eileen’s sister, goodbye and waited until Diana, her friend and now sister-in-law, was far enough away to not be heard.
“I know you miss her but it was for the best that she stay here with us.”
“Just because it’s right doesn’t make it easy.”
“I know, how are you two getting along?”
“Do you mean me and my darling husband?”
“Yes, I mean you and my pain in the ass brother.”
“Fine, we’re doing fine.”
“You idiot,” she heard Baldwin roar from his study, “what is it about the sentence not non-essential travel’ do you not understand? Did you think I’d be impressed?”
“It sounds fine.” Diana frowned with a hint of sarcasm.
“He’s not used to being cooped up for so long. For a vampire, everyone in their own home is not ideal.”
“Marcus did send the blood bags?”
“Yes, but he can’t hunt.”
Diana looked around and cleared her throat, preparing to share a secret.
“He can, it’s a large house.”
“You think I should let him hunt...me?”
“Try it, at least it’ll keep you both busy for a while.”
“He’ll find me, easily, not much of a challenge.”
“You know how to make it more difficult.”
“I can’t, Diana, you know how dangerous it would be if anyone knew there was a way to defeat vampire senses. How’s he going to react when I tell him I’ve been keeping this from him for the past five years?”
“If there’s any time to tell him, now would be it.”
Eileen pondered her friend’s words as she stood outside his study.
Taking a deep breath she entered to see him pace in front of the window.
“Fucking idiots,” he seethed, watching a group of four twenty-year-olds enter the nearby park, “they’re going to stretch this Quarantine out longer than it needs to be.”
“They’re being very selfish,” Eileen agreed, “but they’re kids, they think they’re invincible.”
“And that’s all they’re thinking about, them, not their family or their community. Honestly, the only thing stopping me from making them face their own mortality is the threat of bringing this sickness back to you.”
“Baldwin,” she started.
“I swear, if anything happened to you, or Izzy...” he trailed off, his eyes darkening, “I think I’d go quite mad.”
“It won’t, Izzy is in France, away from everyone and I’m not going anywhere until Marcus tells me it’s safe,” Eileen approached, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his broad back, “I don’t have it, Matthew assured us you would be able to tell if I had.”
Baldwin nodded, not moving, still looking out the window, his jaw tightening with the grinding of his teeth.
It reminded Eileen of her mother’s cat, staring at the birds it couldn’t catch on the other side of the glass. She was also reminded that, despite his civility and refinement, her husband was an apex predator and being stuck indoors for six weeks had severely altered his mood.
Matthew and Marcus had assured him the quarantine was coming, to start early, which he did, instituted the same protocols for his staff and severely reprimanded any who broke it.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, I should have drugged you and put you on that plane!”
“Excuse me?” Eileen released her embrace and moved to look at him.
“I am needed here, you aren’t, I should have sent you to safety.”
“And I would have refused, I wasn’t about to leave you here by yourself.”
“I know how to be by myself, with you here I can’t-“
“You couldn’t hunt anyway,” she argued, “you may not be able to catch it but you could still spread it.”
“I know.”
“Then why is me staying so hard for you?”
He glanced at her then back to the window.
“Because of that look on your face.”
“It’s my face, Baldwin, I’m not giving you ‘a look’.”
“You think I don’t know when my wife is walking on eggshells around me, like you’re afraid of me.”
“I’m scared in general, right now, this is the most scared I have ever been and if you weren’t here I’d be even more terrified. But you’re right, I am concerned about you, for you.”
“I have enough plasma to last until this is over, I don’t need to-“
“You don’t have to feed but you do need to hunt.”
“That’s not possible.”
“It’s a big house, I could hide, you could hunt me.”
Baldwin frowned and with a sigh he pulled her into his arms.
“I’d find you in an ocean of people, you know that.”
“Not if I mask myself, my scent, heart beat, breathing. I’ve been all over this house, if all you’re picking up is background scent it will make it more difficult to find me.”
“If you could do that, you’d be the most powerful witch alive.” He chuckled.
“Not powerful, just specifically skilled.” He pulled back to look at her.
“You’re serious.”
“I am, it’s a family secret.”
“And this is the first I’m hearing about it?” The edge of anger was back in his voice.
Instead of fear, Eileen felt a thrill of excitement, of competition.
“We can stand around and argue about it, or you can give me to the count of thirty to find somewhere to hide!”
Baldwin exhaled like a bull about to charge, a low growl rumbling under his breath.
She was going to make him work for this.
“Well?” She prompted.
Baldwin stared for a moment before the hint of a smile crept into his eyes.
“Thirty!” He answered definitively, setting Eileen off running to find the perfect hiding spot.
Love this 🔥🔥
No One’s Prince | an “All Souls” fic
No One’s Prince | by Sylver_deClermont
Baldwin de Clermont ends yet another relationship, but has he made a mistake this time? Will a rival vampire take advantage of the situation? (Baldwin/OC)
Takes place after the events of “Time’s Convert”.
Many thanks to my friends @nicki-mac-me, @theshiningc, and @rhiannondeclermont. Your beautiful fics encouraged me to give life to this idea and put it out into the world.
Soooo, Im crazy hooked ! Can't wait to read next chapter 💗
When Baldwin’s dealing with the Congregation in Venice and Alisha’s missing him in Sept-Tours.
* Alisha’s Face Claim Gifs courtesy of @merelybeing
Harry uses Expelliarmus rather than Avada Kedavra because Hermione once told him that expelling is worse than death and he has learned not to question her judgement…
i went to harvey’s. he didn’t answer his door, so now i’m here. and you’re here. i am. and you’re in the same exact clothes you were in last night. guilty as charged.
This scene 😂😂😂 i love Louis
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ADOW PREMIERE CHALLENGE
WEEK FOUR / April 28 - May 4th || Favorite non-romantic relationship(s) / Favorite emotional or heartbreaking moment(s) [I’m gonna complete this! I got some inspiration again! This was a joined efforts with @marirable and @adow-trash: they wrote the “script”, I only put their words in pretty (I hope) graphic form]
My proudest contribution is Baldwin constantly trying to leave that chat and getting added back.
Thats really good 😂
A walk to remember indeed + bonus
Yeah 😁 Can't wait to see the castings now.
Wouhou, we have our Phoebe. Welcome Adelle Leonce 💜
“I’ve found it. A place to send my niece and nephew. You don’t have to worry anymore.” Baldwin stated bursting through the door and into the room.
Startled Diana got up from the sofa and spun around to face him. “I thought we’ve been through this. Becca and Philip will be looked after by family and close friends. They’re to powerful to go to a normal school.”
“Ah but this isn’t just any normal school. To my count there are at least 2 daemons and one vampire. Possibly a witch, she’s buzzing with energy, but she could just be abnormally human.” Baldwin waited for the questions about ready to follow.
“You’ve scouted the school, already?” Matthew said.
“Are they even old enough for this school?” Diana interjected.
“Of course. It is a Preschool Diana and Matthew I think the term you’re looking for is toured. They used toured, and yes I called an made an appointment once I found out about the teachers. The school looked beautiful. Great room to run around.”
“Baldwin. You toured a school without our knowledge. We’ve been through this countless times.”
“Go and see for yourselves. Talk to the teachers. I did.” Baldwin shrugged. “You might like it. Friendly, outgoing, and if anything does happen, they know about magic. If all agree they start on Monday. I filled out all the paper work while I was there. And, don’t worry. I’ll be dropping them off come Monday. No need to inconvenience yourself.” Baldwin started to leave the room.
“Wait a minute why this school. There’s something your not telling us.” Matthew followed him.
“I already told you. There are teachers that are us. It’s perfect. And I might like to get to know a certain brunette teacher better.” Baldwin shrugged.
“Ah so the truth comes out! Would this be one of the creatures?” Matthew asked.
“Yes. As a matter of fact. She’s one of the daemons. Now have them ready bright and early Monday morning for me won’t you.” Baldwin patted Matthew’s shoulder.
“What was all that about?” Diana asked when Matthew came back into the room.
“From what I understand your brother has a crush on a daemon teacher.”
“Baldwin! No!” Diana exclaimed.
“Do you have any other brothers?” Matthew said with a laugh.
After several emails and phone conversations about how the school would be great. The twins would learn knew things and meet friends, not to mention the staff could handle any magical outbursts, Diana and Matthew caved to Baldwin’s scheme. The twins were ready for Baldwin to drop them off at school on Monday morning.
Beautiful, the twins will bring love to Baldwin, im sure of it. Great idea 💜
“I’ve found it. A place to send my niece and nephew. You don’t have to worry anymore.” Baldwin stated bursting through the door and into the room.
Startled Diana got up from the sofa and spun around to face him. “I thought we’ve been through this. Becca and Philip will be looked after by family and close friends. They’re to powerful to go to a normal school.”
“Ah but this isn’t just any normal school. To my count there are at least 2 daemons and one vampire. Possibly a witch, she’s buzzing with energy, but she could just be abnormally human.” Baldwin waited for the questions about ready to follow.
“You’ve scouted the school, already?” Matthew said.
“Are they even old enough for this school?” Diana interjected.
“Of course. It is a Preschool Diana and Matthew I think the term you’re looking for is toured. They used toured, and yes I called an made an appointment once I found out about the teachers. The school looked beautiful. Great room to run around.”
“Baldwin. You toured a school without our knowledge. We’ve been through this countless times.”
“Go and see for yourselves. Talk to the teachers. I did.” Baldwin shrugged. “You might like it. Friendly, outgoing, and if anything does happen, they know about magic. If all agree they start on Monday. I filled out all the paper work while I was there. And, don’t worry. I’ll be dropping them off come Monday. No need to inconvenience yourself.” Baldwin started to leave the room.
“Wait a minute why this school. There’s something your not telling us.” Matthew followed him.
“I already told you. There are teachers that are us. It’s perfect. And I might like to get to know a certain brunette teacher better.” Baldwin shrugged.
“Ah so the truth comes out! Would this be one of the creatures?” Matthew asked.
“Yes. As a matter of fact. She’s one of the daemons. Now have them ready bright and early Monday morning for me won’t you.” Baldwin patted Matthew’s shoulder.
“What was all that about?” Diana asked when Matthew came back into the room.
“From what I understand your brother has a crush on a daemon teacher.”
“Baldwin! No!” Diana exclaimed.
“Do you have any other brothers?” Matthew said with a laugh.
After several emails and phone conversations about how the school would be great. The twins would learn knew things and meet friends, not to mention the staff could handle any magical outbursts, Diana and Matthew caved to Baldwin’s scheme. The twins were ready for Baldwin to drop them off at school on Monday morning.
Beautiful, the twins will bring love to Baldwin, im sure of it. Great idea 💜
Kid: does your house smell like bubble gum?
Me: No why do I smell like bubble gum?
Kid: *puts his nose into my belly and smells a big whiff* No you don’t. You don’t smell like anything.
Me: *mumbles under my breath* Not a Vampire.
Inspiration Drabble:
“You don’t smell like bubble gum!” He said laughing.
“Well then what do I smell like?” She responded.
He leans into her and places a kiss down from her ear. She moves so that her neck is more exposed.
“You smell like talcum powder, probably why your fulfilled teaching children, and lavender. With just a hint of sweetness.” He whispered into her ear.
She grinned from ear to ear. “Baldwin Montclair you are a flatterer.”
Baldwin’s Nightingale (Prologue)
Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC
Timeframe: Before the S1 Finale, TV Show canon only (haven’t read the books yet)
Summary: Daemon violinist Alisha Black meets the enigmatic Baldwin Montclair during the intermission of a performance and finds herself trusting him after he intervenes with a disgruntled former colleague.
Tag requests: Christi14
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Once was unusual, twice was disconcerting but the presence of a vampire at three of Alisha’s Concerta’s firmly falls into the category of alarming.
Unfortunately, the short smoke break in the alley behind the concert hall wasn’t quite helping to lower her stress level.
Having made first chair in the philharmonic she was already hyper aware of just how much rested on her and as a daemon, attention from any other creature, witch or vampire was entirely unwelcome.
It was definitely the same vampire, their stare was distinctive compared to the few she had experienced. Usually it felt like a focused, cold, laser but this was different. It was unnerving in how not unpleasant it was. Under the hot lights of the stage, the gentle blanket of loose packed, soft snow was welcome.
Hey,” the irate voice was all too familiar and it shook her from her reverie, “you’re blocking my calls now?” Alisha looks up to see Angelo approach.
Of all the problems she thought she’d have to deal with that night, a pissed off former first chair was not one of them.
“What are you doing here?” Alisha rolls her eyes in annoyance, not in the mood.
“I wanted to apologise, actually, but since you blocked my calls-“
“Bullshit,” Alisha hits back, “this is a very small business we’re in and I happen to know that you’re struggling to get a place anywhere.”
Angelo’s jaw clenches.
“I’m an idiot, I was up my own ass and when you got the chair it floored me, I said some things I regret. Please don’t ruin my career over a stupid mistake.”
“I’m not ruining anything, you chose to quit without notice and if nobody’s hiring you’ve only got yourself to blame. Now, please leave and do not contact me again.”
She only got the door open a small crack before he slammed it closed and pushed her against the hard brick wall of the alley, her knee connecting with the uneven masonry, causing her to full to her knees.
“Who the fuck are y-“ she heard him start from behind her, followed by a yelp of terror then nothing for a few seconds.
Here,” a second male, a voice she didn’t recognise, offered his hand from behind her. The scent of his expensive, subtle, aftershave joined the familiar, cool greeting of his gaze, “let me help you.”
She accepted his hand, cold, strong, and surprisingly gentle as he helped her to her feet.
When she turned to see her saviour, in full suit, long coat it hit her that he was the vampire she had sensed, it was him.
Him.
Doesn’t quite describe his presence and that is what hits her first. His aura, a warrior, a protector and a leader all in one.
“Where’s Angelo?” She blurts out, her mind blank to everything else.
“Does he know where you live?“ He asks, ignoring her question.
“Not as far as I know, why?”
“He ran off and although I’m not anticipating his return, I’ll have Jonathan add more security.”
“Jonathan, the company director?”
“Of course.” His eyes fixed hers before he glances down at her grazed knee.
“Baldwin Montclair,” he answers simply and she feels her breath catch in her throat as her heart thumps.
Not only is he a vampire but the head of the oldest and most powerful vampire family, the De Clermonts.
“You know who I am.” It wasn’t a question and she knew it, he could obviously hear the frenetic pace of her heartbeat.
“And that you’re…yeah, I know who you are, which is why I should deal with this.” She gestured to the cut on her knee.
“Nonsense, I can control myself,” he reaches inside his jacket to produce a crisp, white, monogrammed handkerchief, “may I?”
She nods wordlessly and watch him go down on one knee before her, like a knight. He takes her hand and places it on his shoulder.
“For balance.” He explained and with one fluid motion he flicks off her heel and lifts her leg to rest her bare foot on his knee.
The dress she had chosen was just covering the graze and he glanced up, looking for her permission to move it which she also nodded at, whilst swallowing hard.
“It’s important to me that you say it.” He explains, patiently, his request for express consent harkening back to a more Chivalric time.
“Yes, Mr Montclair.” She answers as he carefully folds the hem of the dress away from the graze.
“Baldwin.” He corrects, his hand on her calf as he gently dabs the area.
“Alisha.” She answers.
The sharp sting of contact makes her inhale sharply but after a moment, it becomes soothing.
A concert hall back alley in New York City is not the most romantic location but this is easily the most romantic thing that had ever happened to her.
That was, until he helped her slip the shoe back on and brought to mind one very obvious fairytale.
When he stood, he removed his long overcoat.
“Why on earth would you come out here without a jacket?” He asked, holding his coat open to help her into it.
“I just stepped out for a cigarette and it’s kind of you to offer but I’m fine, really.” He tilts his head to the side, his gaze unrelenting and she feels compelled to comply, allowing him to wrap her in the warm, expensive wool of the dark coat, drowning her with it’s size.
There was a faint scent of what she could only vaguely identify as incense on the fabric, or maybe that was just him.
“You should go back inside. He’s not likely to return but I’d rather know you’re safe.” He answers whilst placing the phone he retrieved from his coat into an inside pocket.
“Will you be back,” she asks, “the concert…I mean, you’ve already been a few times.”
“I’ll be back in town in a week, dinner?”
“You eat?” She teased and saw the faintest flicker of amusement in his expression.
“Drinks then?”
Alisha didn’t know how to reply. She wanted to trust him but her mentor’s deep distrust of both vampires and witches had somewhat coloured her perspective more than she thought it had.
Also, she knows how angry he’ll be if he finds out that she agreed to see him again.
“Drinks?” She relented and he nods in response.
“And stop smoking.”
“Excuse me?” She stares, shocked at the command.
“I tend not to repeat myself and I know you heard me.” His stern yet patient tone stirred something in her that threw her off balance momentarily.
“Don’t you think that’s kind of controlling, we’ve literally just met.”
“An embittered violinist is not the only danger to be found in a dark alley at night Little Nightingale.”
“Like a vampire?” She hit back at his condescension with a jibe and has to prevent the involuntary step back when he steps closer to her.
“No vampire would dare to so much as look in your direction with my scent on you.” Despite what seemed like such a lofty act of chivalry in offering his coat, the primal underpinning of marking one’s territory gave a head-spinning contradiction.
There was something strangely arousing - and infuriating - in being so viscerally claimed.
“One week.” He confirmed and held out his hand for hers. Without thinking, she obliged, watching as he raised it to his lips and bestowed a light kiss on the back of her hand.
“Oh, my phone’s inside, I don’t know my number.”
“No need, I know where to find you.” He gestured towards the stage door with a glance.
“Makes sense.” She agreed and headed back to the door.
“I am serious, about the smoking.” He warned.
“What? Are you going to put me over your knee as punishment?” She turned to deliver her jibe to his face.
“Don’t be absurd.” He answered, unfazed.
“Good.” She confirmed, feeling victorious over her push-back as she opened the door and stepped inside.
“It’s not punishment if you enjoy it!” He answered just as the door closed and locked.
By the time she swiped the security badge to unlock the door and answer his statement, she opened the door to an empty alley and found herself cursing both the vampire speed and their sense of drama.
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Notes: Tame for this part but I intend for this to get hella smutty!!
Baldwin Montclair + TV Tropes
I know in the books Marcus mates with Phoebe, but does anyone else want to see Phoebe be a man in the tv show?? More LGBTQ representation!
#MakePhoebeAMan!
I would have love to see Fernando and Hugh together. Fernando is one of my favorite in the books. If only Hugh was still alive :(
