#de clermont

[amberkendslacy]

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[meowtorri]

A Discovery of Witches

[imxbowking]

back to Tumblr after A LOT OF YEARS away and trying to find good Matthew de Clairmont/Reader x ADOW fanfiction, but they seem to be non-existent.

it will force me to write Matthew/reader almost as AU!Vampire-priest Matthew, omfgsosjelw I need to read more of this vampire guy.

[noonemonitorsmyscreentime]

I don't know if this has been said before but what absolutely cracks me up about Philippe is the fact that his whole family asked him not to make any more daughters, meaning vampire daughters and Philippe agreed.

But like the galaxy level brain man that he was, he made Diana his blood sworn daughter because no one said anything about that and we all know that Diana is just as formidable as the rest of philippes daughters.

[destielbaited]

the De Clermont family are a very nice family!!!??! they went to "bitch you don't belong here" to "bitch you are my daughter now" and i loved that

[nomnomphenom]

Ohmigod Philippe de Clermont!

Your disaster children!

Your badass daughters!

Your wife! (do i even need to elaborate on Ysabeau?)

Your whole family!

And you're just there.. in some form of afterlife, laughing and enjoying yourself because your whole lineage is chaos!

[avatarofseshat]

Resurrection (Part 1)

An idea that popped into my head. Takes place in my AU ADOW universe and is separate from “A Spark in the Darkness” What if... This will be either two or three parts at the most!

SPOILERS for the planned direction of the previously mentioned story. Although, I'm sure you’ve all figured it out!

- ST

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Marthe had just rounded the corner and noticed that the door to Philippe’s office was open she peered inside expecting to find Ysabeau inside but that’s not at all who she found.

“Mon Dieu!” she exclaimed as the person turned around all she could do is stare. Stare in disbelief. In her thousands of years on this planet she never knew it could be.

“Marthe, my dear friend” the mascaline voice responded

“Philippe!” she retorted “It can’t be!” She wasn’t sure what to do. There was no way he could be standing before her, he was killed by witches during the Second World War.

Ysabeau was certain Marthe was in Philippe’s office, she called for her as she rounded the entrance and stopped dead in her tracks “Philippe” she gasped.

“Mon Coeur” he purred approaching the stunned woman, Marthe just watched as he stepped around her towards his mate.

“How can this be?” she questioned completely awestruck

“I’m not sure myself” he responded just as clueless, he stepped closer taking Ysabeau into his arms. She just collapsed sobbing, she never showed this kind of grief, this kind of relief.

Marthe took that as her cue to exit and she krept as quietly as she could around them, Philippe slightly nodded acknowledging her departure. She had to tell Baldwin and right away and Matthew would have to wait until he returns to the present to find out.

The main exhibit hall of The Natural History Museum was quiet except for a few patrons that wondered about. The older man led the way as Baldwin and Alexandra lingered behind him whispering to one another.

“Now this…” he stated wondering over to a large glass display case containing a collection of Roman artifacts “is your wife’s work” he continued glancing at Baldwin.

“I would expect nothing less” Baldwin responded pulling Alexandra closer as she gleaned proudly at him. The chime of his phone broke the nearly serene scene he pulled it from his pocket checking the number “Marthe?” he asked

Alexandra could make out a faint voice on the other end. “How can that be?” Baldwin inquired again looking alarmingly at his wife.

“What is it?” she mouthed to him as she attempted to decipher his expression.

A few more minutes past but they seemed like an eternity “I understand” he responded hanging up. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and peered over to his wife to see the worried look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” he paused once more “but we must leave, a family emergency”

The older man nodded in understanding “By all means, family comes first” he responded accompanying them to the door “I hope everything turns out alright” he responded bidding them farewell.

Baldwin, was understandably, too distracted to respond so Alexandra cut in,  “Thank you, Henry” she called back as they walked to the car.

Once the doors were locked, Baldwin broke his silence “We need to go to Sept-Tours” he paused for a long moment more “According to Marthe...father has returned”

“Wasn’t he…” she attempted to respond “How is that…possible?”

“I’m not sure myself” he was visibly shook and understandably so. She had never seen him in such a state. He was a warrior after all. A soldier.

All she could do was look adoringly at him as he started up the car and placed a hand in hers. The drive to his office was a short one and they wasted no time getting to the roof, as they had called ahead and the helicopter was already running.

“Sir...Mrs. Montclair” the pilot acknowledged as they boarded. The flight to Sept-Tours only took an hour and as they landed Marthe was already waiting for them.

She rushed towards them once they were clear from under the blades. They paused to collect themselves. Alexandra wasn’t sure how to act in front of Philippe, so she looked to her husband for guidance. Sensing her unease he pulled her close and kissed the top of her head “My love” he whispered taking her hand and following Marthe inside.

Alexandra unease grew the closer they came to the sitting room and Baldwin squeezed her hand in reassurance “Don’t worry” he whispered into her hair.

Read on for Part Two!

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I wanted something happy to happen! So I came up with this. Stay tuned for more!

-ST

[tea-and-umbrellas]

Who the hell takes care of Matthew's peacock when he's absent