#Mathilde best friend | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

paddockbunny · 2 years ago

Text

F*ck Ana!

Summary : ONE SHOT! Ana was your best friend and had been so since childhood. You played Barbies together. Done ballet and gymnastics together. Fell in love together. Went through your first heart break together. Everything. But when she suddenly goes from being your best friend to nothing but a narcissistic bully well, time for getting your own back….and what’s better payback than stealing your best friends boyfriend? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Lando Norris x Reader Word Count : 4, 716 ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, adult language, ANGST!, bullying themes, cheating trope, best friends boyfriend, public sex, oral male receiving, nearly getting caught Song Inspo : All Night - Bree Runaway 💞 Authors Note : For the purposes of this fic we’re going to call Lando’s gf Ana

Fuck Ana!

“Why the fuck did you even come?” Ana screamed at you after flicking her hair in your face which made the other friends in your circle snigger. “All I asked was if you had any gum, fuck!” You scoffed. She turned to Mathilde and made some gesture like you were talk, talk, talking. “Honestly, if you don’t want to be here just leave.” She added, loud enough everyone could hear.

Ana was your best friend and since she starting hanging around with this new group of friends she had turned into the biggest bitch ever, borderline evil even. You had known each other since the pair of you were six and neither of you had ever so much as raised your voices to each other before. She had she ever spoken to you like this. She would never have humiliated you before like how she was doing now. The pair of you were almost like sisters you were that close and now she seemed to always want rid of you. It made you feel terrible, awful even. It made you feel like you were no longer good enough now she had friends that were into the whole “influencer” culture too. You couldn’t even could all of the times she asked you to step out of her pictures this trip alone and stood holding her bags. Thing was the fact that she wasn’t like this 6 months ago meant you chalked this asshole behaviour up to her new fucking boyfriend Lando Norris. That was harsh. It wasn’t really his fault. You didn’t have a problem with him. He was always nice to you and quite funny to be fair to him. But the adoration and interest in her since she went public with him turned Ana into a monster. Her ego was so inflated and she how much she liked people knowing she was with him made you feel sorry for him. He probably couldn’t see how much he was being used by her.

“Seriously, just go back to the hotel. You won’t be missed.” Mathilde rolled her eyes at you and looked you up and down like you were trash. You could stomach Ana talking down to you - after all once her relationship with Lando inevitably ended she would come running back to you to comfort her like she had done before - but not Mathilde. Fuck that bitch. She was borderline psychotic she was that wicked, vindictive and vicious. She spoke as little as possible to you and claimed she didn’t understand your accent and it wasn’t the same as Ana’s. She made you feel like pond scum, chewing gum she had stepped on, a used tissue. And to your testament, you took all of her attitude with a pinch of salt because you knew she was only where she was because of the famous men she had banged. “If you have nothing nice to say, Mathilde, just keep your fucking mouth shut. Coco the clown called and he wants his make-up back.” You scoffed but she didn’t hear you over the loud music. However, Lando was standing close enough and the smirk that appeared on his face before he roared loudly with laughter made you smile coyly.

Fuck Ana!

A barking order to go dance came from Ana but her boyfriend refused and held up his drink to signal he was happy where he was. You? Well you weren’t included anyway. You sat in the booth and watched as these fake bitches headed down to dance out of sight of the VIP table Lando had purchased for your group. The second he was confident that they couldn’t see, Lando slid across the booth and saddled up to your side.

“Why do you let her talk to you like that?” He spoke loudly against your ear. His hot breath sending a shiver across your skin. Now listen, Lando was handsome, you couldn’t control how your body reacted to him. He had this whole geeky chic thing going on that was normally more your type than Ana’s - she went for the big boxer, muscle city, poser type usually - so the fact your body reacted to him wasn’t something to write home about. “She’s my best friend.” You shrug and he watches you do so. His eyes seem darker than you had ever seen them and if he was single you would have thought that was an indication of something. “I hate what she’s become since dating you and how she seems to be into the sudden fame and “fans” that she’s gained. I fucking hate her so much right now but….” You realised how comfortable you were and blurted it out “….fuck, Lando I’m….oh god! I didn’t mean that!” You panicked. Instantly turning to him and putting your hands on his shirt to grab at him. Hoping you could convey that you didn’t mean it and that your lips had become loose from the alcohol. “Can I be honest?” Stress. You just felt stress at whatever was going to come out of his mouth. “I would have chosen you if I had met you first. She’s fun and everything but you…you’re something else.”

WOAH! He hit you straight out of the ball park with that one. What the fuck? What was he talking about? How strong was his drinks? He was joking right? He was mocking you like Ana had done? This was a game, a test, to check how you would react. “This week, it’s just shown me that I don’t think we’re right for each other, Ana and me.” He was digging a hole? Was he aware of what he was saying? Was he aware of who he was saying it too? And Ana was head over heels for him, or you’re sure she is because she doesn’t really talk about him like she has with other boyfriends. “Lando, I don’t think you….” “No I do.” His voice went serious and dark. “How she treats you when you’re so loving and sweet, it fucking annoys me.” You swallowed “and how you take it, you just take all her shit without fighting back.” Was he inadvertently calling you weak? Was he implying you were a push over? “You’re so graceful.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to fight back. I just think you need to pick your battles.” You shout over the music. “But don’t you ever want to wipe the smile off her face?” He asked and took a sip of whatever he was drinking. You did. You wanted to do that a lot recently. You wanted her to take you seriously and not treat you like a doormat. Instinctively you turned to look toward the dance floor and all the sweaty body grinding and writhing on each other to the music. But you were aware that Lando’s eyes were trained and fixed on you. You were in his crosshairs and your stomach flipped nervously. What the fuck did he want? Why was he looking at you like that?

“Did anyone tell you how good you look tonight?” His voice sounded so different and you weren’t knew to this. You twigged what he was trying to do. You caught on. Fuck! The sage-y green of his eyes positively flowed under the dark mood lighting of the club. Your own watched as he let his trail down your body. Lingering for a moment on your boobs and the gap that showed of the taut tanned skin of your stomach. “You’re so fucking hot…”. “Lando….what are you….” You wanted to ask him what he was doing because this wasn’t what a guy says to his girlfriends friend without wanting to start trouble. And as quickly as the whole thing happened he pulled back and took another swig of his drink just in time for Ana and Mathilde to return with the rest of the group.

You must have looked like a right deer in the headlights. Totally dazed and confused. The chatter happened around you and you thought about nothing but these confessions Lando had made to you. And glancing at him didn’t help because he kept stealing glimpsing at you when you did and you felt like you had some sort of dirty little secret. “What the fuck!” Ana stretched above the music and let out a loud scream as she held her phone out. “Look who has just followed me!” She exclaimed. The rest of the people at the table made a big deal out of it but you sat zoned out - still thinking about Lando - until she honed in on the fact you weren’t going crazy. “Jesus, can’t you be fucking happy for me?” You we’re pulled out of your own mind “Huh? Sorry I was….I didn’t see who it was” the attempt to cover up was thin and she saw through it “Fuck off, y/n!” She screamed so loudly that even Mathilde was surprised “you’re never fucking happy for me. I book the swimsuit thing and it’s just a fake “oh my god, well done” and when I bought my car you didn’t even congratulate me.” When she bought that car she was right, you didn’t congratulate her because it was super materialistic and she was far too excited about it for you to engage with her on it. But she was wrong about the swimsuit advert. You got custom cupcakes made that she made you take back because she didn’t want to get fat before it. It was selective what she wanted to remember.

“She seems to have a problem celebrating your accomplishments.” Mathilde added “perhaps because she has none of her own so doesn’t know how to do it for others.” And at that moment Mathilde’s hand shot up for the attention of a bottle girl and she loudly ordered a bottle of expensive champagne all for pure show. You could feel Lando’s eyes on you again.

Fuck Ana!

This time. You were pissed off. You were upset. You were angry. You could buy the expensive champagne she craved if that was what she wanted but you knew it wouldn’t make her happy. And the more you sat getting more and more annoyed with the situation you realised Lando was right, you didn’t fight back enough. “Y’know, Ana…fuck you!” You shouted “you want people to sit and celebrate the most vapid, pathetic, superficial bullshit. So now you have Mathilde to blow smoke up your ass I won’t sit and inflate your advancing ego anytime soon so…excuse me.” You pushed your way out of the booth and made your way down to the bathrooms.

Once upon a time you knew she would have realised what you were saying was true and probably come to you in tears at how truly awful she had been but now, you weren’t so sure. She was too much on that “influencer” bullshit to care about loosing friends anymore. You had locked yourself in a stall just for the momentary escape. Needing a moment or two to work out what you were going to do now. You couldn’t continue on the vacation now so would need to transfer some money into your account to book an emergency flight back home. You’d need to pack all your stuff and probably spend the night in a hotel somewhere. And although you thought you should probably be sitting in tears right now you were still seething from the events of the evening. That was until you heard a deliberate cough that was definitely not from a female and acting upon instinct - actually, you thought it was a bouncer coming to throw you out of the nightclub for causing a scene - you tentatively opened the door.

Lando

“What do you want?” You asked with an eye-roll. He was probably sent to tell you to go back to the villa, get your shit and leave. Taking a few purposeful steps out of the stall you waited on his response. But before you could even really process what was going on Lando’s mouth was on yours and he mumbled; “you”. His lips were full, pouty and worked perfectly with yours because fuck, you didn’t even twig until you thought about it but you were kissing him back. It was as if your body took over and gave your mind what it craved. Not that you had been craving Lando specifically but just the feeling of someone wanting you. One of his massive hands found the gap between your top and your skirt and gripped your flesh so hard you knew you would have bruises. The other fixed in your hair at the back of your head and surprisingly he seemed to really know what he was doing. Which was good because right then in the moment you were struggling to even form a single thought in your head. His tongue slid into your mouth and caressed your own and you let a small moan escape up your throat. Fuck. He was so in command that you felt like putty in his hands.

Fuck Ana!

You thought as he tugged on your hair and walked you backward back into the stall you had just exited. Lando’s sudden hunger and desire seemed to automatically consume him and the words he had spoken earlier swirled around in your head. He would have chosen you if he had met you first. He thinks your something else. He called you loving and sweet, he called you graceful, he called you hot. His eyes burned your skin they were that fixed with intent of you. Lando pushed the door closed on the stall and locked it. Not that you saw it, you just heard it, you were too preoccupied by how Lando was making you feel. How you felt like you were the desired one for a change. The hand that had been on your waist was now securely around your throat but he didn’t press down to choke you, he just hovered it there like he wanted too. Kinky. You didn’t have him down for being kinky. And then you became hyper aware of your own hands simply gripping on to his expensive designer t-shirt. Fuck it. You might only get to experience this once, you may as well live. Your hands went to his throat but where his just sat upon your neck, yours squeezed and he immediately pulled back when a groan escaped him. He swore under his breath before shakily laughing. “Do it again.” And you happily obliged him. You could see how the enjoyment of it excited him. And you could feel it too. Against your thigh was the very much hard, erect cock of Lando Norris. And fuck, did that turn you on. It made a wetness pool in your panties knowing it was you that got him like that. So hard there was a visible outline of his member straining in his jeans. You squeezed his throat again and it brought out another groan from him but you wanted more now that you had a taster of what you were working with.

And so, without warning, your desire consumed you. You sunk to your knees. “You don’t have….” Lando was about to tell you you didn’t have to do what you wanted so desperately to do. You were “lost in the moment” as people say and you simply looked up at him with big, hopeful eyes. Your hands confidently unbuttoned his jeans Lando didn’t say anything else. He simply stared down at you. Watching your every move. You pushed his shirt up a little to expose his lower taught stomach to you and ghosted featherlight kisses upon the flesh there. A smattering of very light soft hair trailed down from his navel to below the tight waistband of his boxers and he shivered slightly when your lips pressed to it. Flicking your eyes up to his you wanted to check you could continue as you hooked your fingertips under the elastic. Lando stared back at you. Hungry. Desperate. Full of anticipation and desire. The kissing could be forgiven - if the tables were turned you could forgive some kissing - but this was the decent into something far more and so hesitation tingled in your fingertips. Ana was your oldest friend and you were about to blow her boyfriend. It was unforgivable, really. But then the memory of how low she made you feel over the past few months (which got in your head far more than you cared to admit) was enough to spur you on. The devil over your shoulder whispering; “go on, touch it, see how he twitches for you, how badly he wants you, how he’s already leaking thinking about being in your mouth, he’s hopeless for you, he’s weak for you, go on, do it.”

With a firm and quick yank you pulled down his boxers like you were ripping off a bandaid. Now face to face with it, it was hard to deny how thick and girthy Lando’s hard, throbbing cut cock was. Inches from your face you watched him twitch as the cool air of the bathroom caressed his exposed skin. You would marvel at his member a little longer if you had more time but the thudding baseline changed and you remembered where you were. Pushing your hands up and down his thighs he held his breath before you reached it, touched it and glided your delicate hands up and down his impressive shaft. “Fuck….” His head fell back against the metal walled cubicle with a thud. The purpling tip was already leaky for you. The pre-cum glistening like an invitation to taste. And so you did. You slowly stuck your tongue out and licked the tip of his cock like you were licking ice cream before slowly enclosing your mouth around it almost teasingly. Looking up at him only encouraged you. He was consumed by pleasure already and you hadn’t even started yet.

His hand grabbed the back of your head as you inched more and more of him into your mouth. The thickness of him made it more challenging but you always did like a challenge. And Lando struggled go keep himself quiet as you alternated between strong cheek hollowing sucks and taking him more into your throat. Your eyes watered as you neared the hilt. Throat constricted and air supply cut off almost completely but Lando’s hand on the back of your head kept you there. More swear words poured from him as you backed off his dick and gasped for air. Your hand replacing your mouth on him momentarily. While you caught your breath you could see the veins around his cock constricting and pulsating as you worked him. He wouldn’t last. He was already too far gone but you didn’t care. You wanted him to cum for you. You were utterly drunk off the fact this was for you. That this aching, twitching, desperate cock was all for you. That this aching, twitching, desperate cock belonged to your best friends boyfriend.

Fuck Ana!

You repeated in your head as you took him into your mouth once more and began to give the best blowjob of your life. One that was practically porn star worthy. And Lando enjoyed every single second of it. Stifled moans mixed with “fuck, just like that” and huffing, heaving breaths. You performed a mixture of manoeuvres that ex boyfriends, one night stands and tinder hook-ups had gifted you with the knowledge of expertly. Moan to show you enjoy it. Pay attention to his balls. Look up at him while your gagging. Enjoy it. Savour it. Show him you would worship him.

And all of those pointers seemed to deliver tenfold as Lando began to struggle to stay composed. His hand that remained thread through your hair got tighter, his veins popped more, his head tilted back and his mouth opened his eyes squeezed shut. He was teetering on the edge. He was close to exploding. You read the signs and contemplated your next move. “Look at me…” you whispered when you remembered a guy telling you that guys like to see their milky cum on your tongue and watch as you swallow it. Lando’s dark now hooded, lustful eyes did exactly as you wanted and you took him back down your throat again one last time. And just like that, he pulled back out of your throat. His hand going to his own spit covered member as he held it where you knew he would and spilled into your mouth with an audible grunt. Lando’s salty release mixed with your own spit as he emptied on to tongue. His eyes bore into your soul and a smile appeared on his mentally drained lips when you closed your mouth and swallowed the milky mixture on your tongue. In that moment you allowed yourself to moan from the high of the feeling of knowing you had been the one to do this to him. You basked in the fact you knew your best friend so well that she harboured a hatred for giving head, which meant he probably hadn’t been blown a lot in the past few months and that performance would certainly set you above her. However, it dawned on you that whole time you had been laser focused on your task that you didn’t take the time to acknowledge the obscene palpitating beating going on between your own thighs and how despairingly horny the whole thing had made you. And yet, there was a big difference between giving a blowjob in a nightclub bathroom and being fucked in a nightclub bathroom. You didn’t want to cross your own line of boundaries but hoped you had given him enough of a taste that he would want more.

Lando’s hands were out helping you back to your feet. His pleasant awe plastered all over his face. “No one’s ever deepthroat me before” His voice was shaky, unsteady and now almost erotic to you. It was like he was bestowing a badge of honour on you. First to deepthroat Lando Norris. You smiled coquettishly. As you wiped your chin from the dribble of drool that had seeped from it Lando made no attempt and putting his dick away. But you did catch him glancing down to it. Probably picturing you on your knees moments ago blowing him like your life depended on it. “Come here….” He lulled and gently placed his hand on your neck. He kissed you. Softly. Tenderly. Totally unlike what he did before. He was one of those guys, the ones that didn’t care if they could taste themselves on you and kissed you after you went down on them regardless. You kissed him back. Liking how intimate this moment has become. “Let me repay the favour….” He mumbled against your open mouth. Now while you wouldn’t fuck in a nightclub bathroom, you certainly wouldn’t say no to being eaten out in a nightclub bathroom and praised yourself for wearing such a short skirt (ease of access and all that). As Lando got on his knees and began placing velvety kisses against the warmth of your thighs you heard the main restroom door swing open and it made him stall, regain his footing and stare at you.

“I told you, just get rid of her. Just delete her number, forget her name, get her out of your life.” Mathilde’s voice filled the bathroom. It was unmistakably hers. It was dark and husky and wasn’t at all what most people would consider feminine. Lando’s eyes widened and your own mouth fell open. What the fuck were the pair of you going to do now? This was how you would die. Head bashed in against a toilet pan after being found in a toilet stall with your best friends boyfriend - who still had his cock out. “I know! I need too! I need to just pull the bandaid. Cut her loose.” Ana agreed with her. Your head turned toward the door at your friend agreeing that she needed to get rid of you. You could feel Lando’s eyes on you, studying your face, watching for some sign that you were hurt by your friends words.

“Y’know she likes him too much right? Lando. She’s always looking at him. Probably wishing it was her.” “Yeah, I’ve seen it. God, what makes her think he would ever choose her.” Anas unmistakable laugh filled the restroom and you truly didn’t want to look up into Lando’s eyes and see whatever emotion he was painting on them. “He has more sense than to go with her. She’s a nobody.” Mathilde giggled and when you heard them laughing together like a pair of high school bullies you felt the fire bubble up inside of yourself again and went to reach for the lock on the stall door. Fuck getting caught, you didn’t care. But Lando did. He grabbed you and pulled you against him. His hand over your mouth made you squeal.

“What was that?” You heard one of them say but the blood was rushing around your head too loudly to be able to work out which one had said it. “There’s someone in there.” Lando kept you pressed up against him. His jeans still around his thighs but at least by now he had put his freshly sucked cock away. “Oh my good, I bet someone’s fucking.” Mathilde gasped with a comical sounding tilt to her voice. If only she knew. If only Lando let you go to walk out and prove you were no push over. “Ew no! That’s so gross. In a club toilet? How disgusting.” “Don’t knock it till you try it.” Mathilde finally said something you agreed with. Not that made you loathe her any less. “No I could never. It’s so gross.” The pair of them laughed obnoxiously before Mathilde said; “Come on, pillow princess let’s go find your boyfriend.” And you never in a million years thought you’d want to thank her for anything but right now you would praise her all night long.

You glanced over at Lando before smirking. If only she knew her boyfriend was only a few feet away in the stall with you. It would obliterate the smugness inside of her. And having been so close to getting caught you really thought you would be hit by the guilt pains but guess what, they didn’t come. You but your bottom lip and tried not to laugh at this utterly ridiculous, crazy situation. The words Lando had said earlier twirled like figure skaters in your mind.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” Your eyes trailed up and down his body. He had pulled his top up under his chin so he could pull his jeans up and fasten them again. “About wishing you had met me first.” He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.” The temptation to reach out and touch his abs were almost too much. They were softly defined and not as intimidating as some guys you’d been with but you preferred that. Right on queue Lando caught you looking and it filled him with so much confidence it bordered on cockiness. You didn’t even need to think of the next words that were about to flow freely from your mouth. You could repent for them later - when your dead. “Dump her.” The Devil reappeared on your shoulder and positively drowned the Angel on the other size. Fuck playing nice. Fuck being the one who missed out. His eyebrow raised and your face went from being blank to being full of self-satisfaction. “You’d want…this….” He referenced the space between you both and you tilted your head back and looked at him with the same blowjob eyes you had done before. Full. Wide and brimming with confidence. A single nod confirmed what you wanted.

Fuck Ana!

REMEMBER THIS IS A ONE SHOT!

647 notes · View notes

starscelly · 1 year ago

Text

i belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.

matthew yeager, poem to first love / photo by sam hodde / "i love you" by dogbite / dal@vgk 2.25.23 / friedrich nietzsche, a letter to mathilde trampedach / photo by norm hall / megan noelle concepcion, "my best friend was my first love" / dallas stars, twitter / "p.u.n.k. girl" by heavenly / photo by sam hodde / t.l. martin, dancing in the dark / min@dal 4.19.23 / saniya kokab and m. asir ajmal, "perception of love in young adults" / min@dal 4.19.23 / photo by norm hall / jennifer michael hecht, love explained / keaton henson, grow up with me / mike leslie, twitter / "touch tank" by quinnie / dallas stars, twitter / fyodor dostoyevsky, the brothers karamazov / dallas stars, twitter / saniya kokab and m. asir ajmal, "perception of love in young adults" / photo by sam hodde / matthew yeager, poem to first love / franz kafka, letters to felice (caption)

#every week im picking a new stars pairing to be a freak abt apparently #k you were. insane for guessing i was putting this together #the first (and last) poem literally made me :000 when i read the 19 22 line. like literally them. thats tydel's pen name #fuckass credit formatting sorry. its all there tho #ty dellandrea #wyatt johnston #1053 #dallas stars #cel weaving webs #< we'll see how much use that gets lol

156 notes · View notes

meganelixabethh · 1 year ago

Text

Ok so we all agree watching the violent murder of your mentor and best friend while trying to save your friends baby and prevent yourself from also being murdered is a rough time. We also all agree that Marcia had to get over that very quickly because she had the tower to run and the Heaps to keep safe and the Supreme Custodian to keep in check. But here is what I think the run of events was like from the moment she leaves the palace to the moment she goes to bed that night

She absolutely pegs it down wizard way, pressing Jenna against her front so not to jostle her too much, and taking full advantage of her very long legs. When she bursts through the doors of the wizard tower all the wizards are gathered there, excited to see Alther and Marcia back from visiting the the Queen and the baby. Marcia bursts in, her hair is wild, she’s holding a crying baby, the amulet is hastily thrown around her neck and she is COVERED in blood. I’m talking soaked into her robes, splattered on her face, smeared on Jenna’s swaddling; she looks like she dressed up as Carrie for Halloween. All the wizards immediately think she’s done something to Alther; they can’t help but think about what happened to DomDaniel and wonder if it will become tradition for the apprentice to kill the master to supplant them. Marcia tells them what’s happened and who the baby is in a quick and panicked voice. She stopped crying on the run down the way, and she can feel the tears drying into her cheeks and making her skin feel stiff. The wizards immediately feel bad for doubting her and horrified at what she witnessed, they know how close she and the Queen were.

The wizards begin to cast protection spells around the tower and Endor, who is older than Marcia, comes over and gives her a bottle for Jenna, who is crying the entire time while Marcia rocks her and gently tries to shush her. She’s not called Jenna yet, and Marcia calls her Mattie, because Cerys was going to call her Mathilde after her mother. When Jenna goes to sleep, she thinks about putting her down but can’t face it, opting to hold her instead. When the spells are cast, the wizards reconvene around her. She’s sat on a chair looking at Jenna sleeping, and she looks up, a splatter of Cerys’ blood still on her nose, at the expectant faces of the wizards, and realises that it’s her that has to deal with this now. She’s in charge. It’s her. She looks down again and, even though she always imagined Jenna would grow up with her near, she knows she can’t stay here. She thinks of who can have her and her mind leaps to Silas. He did over half of the apprenticeship she just completed, and he left it all behind to look after his children. She knew Jenna had lost so much that day, but Marcia couldn’t bear the thought of her losing all the love she was going to have too- because this baby was going to be so very loved. She told the wizard she was going to take the baby to a safe place and got up to leave. Endor stopped her and reminded her that she looked like she had just witnessed a double murder and that she couldn’t just walk to whoever she was leaving the baby with and pass them over, it would be too suspicious. Marcia told her who she was was going to leave the baby with and Endor set off to find a way for Marcia to pass the baby over covertly.

When she left, Marcia took the stairs up to the rooms her and Alther had lived in so happily. She walked in and placed Jenna on the sofa, awake now but contented, and squarely ignored the door to Althers room and the bowl of half eaten porridge he’d left on the table. When she looked in the mirror, she startled at the sight of herself, and in panic performed a QuickClean spell. She knew she wasn’t meant to use Magyk for comfort, but Silas would never take a baby off her if she looked like that. She also needed to wear the ExtraOrdinary robes. If she was wearing her green robes Silas would 100% insist on talking to Alther and she wasn’t going to have time to explain everything that had happened today. She knew that the robes appeared on the wizard when they accepted their role as ExtraOrdinary. She looks in the mirror and says ‘I accept the role of ExtraOrdinary wizard’ but nothing happens. She tried to think it to herself, say it out loud like an affirmation, look at her exam results, but nothing happens. She’s still wearing her green apprentice robes. While she tries, she feeds Jenna again, who promptly falls back to sleep and Endor comes back. She tells Marcia that Silas has gone into the forest for herbs and will be back around when it gets dark, which is soon. Marcia knows nobody will be on the forest path that late, and that she can leave Jenna by the side of the road and Silas should Sense her. Endor makes it clear she needs to go now, and Marcia knows she’s right. The acceptance of her role sweeps through her and her robes change to the deep purple robes of her new position. She’s never worn Althers robes before, and they feel deeply powerful around her.

She hurries to the gate to get out to the forest path, her robes drawn around her and Jenna tucked out of sight inside. Dusk is just falling as she finds a bush and leaves Jenna there. She double checks that she can Sense her heartbeat clearly from the path, and she definitely can. Feeling as though she is ripping her heart out of her body, she walks away from the baby and goes to wait in the shadows of the lane she knows Silas will take once back in the castle, distractedly pressing a half crown into Gringes sticky palm as she passes. She waits longer than she would like, worrying about Jenna more and more every passing minute. Maybe she’s expecting too much of Silas, and Jenna will die of hypothermia by the side of the road. Cerys would come back from the dead to kill Marcia with her bare hands if that happened, and Marcia can’t quite bring herself to complete any thought that begins with her vibrant friend being dead. Just as she’s about to scurry back out the gate herself, she sees Silas hurrying down the lane, cloak pulled protectively around something and she knows it’s going to be okay. As he approaches her spot she sweeps out in front of him ‘tell nobody you found her, she was born to you, underhand?’ Is the best she can come out with before Transporting herself back to the tower. She couldn’t bear him asking questions.

When she gets back to the tower, everyone is in bed, even Endor, so she steps onto the stairs and unfocuses her eyes for a moment as the stairs lazily curl upwards on their slow night time mode. Her arms feel odd and empty without Jenna. She realises she forgot to tell Silas that the baby was called Mathilde. Another way she failed today. When she gets into her rooms she walks to her bedroom door in a daze, desperately tired and dreaming of falling into bed and never waking up. She walks straight into the door and no matter how hard she rattles, it won’t open. As she’s pushing at the door, Althers door opens with a creak, and Marcia realises that her new role isn’t just a set of robes, it’s a room too. There is no longer an apprentice, so the apprentice room is locked. She will not sleep in his bed. Not tonight. Not when he’s lying cold on the floor of the throne room. She casts an UnLocke on her door and rattles it again, nothing. She tried a different UnLock. Nothing again. She cycles through every spell she knows that might help and then makes some up and the stupid door will not budge. She tried a thunderflash, it doesn’t even dent it, she tries to shapeshift the door into an ant, it just stares back at her. She loses her temper and screams that she won’t sleep in his bed while she beats the door with her fists and her palms. She sobs, she screams, she throws the porridge bowl at the sofa and splatters the nice cushions with oats. She eventually ends up on the floor, laying on her side, tears sliding straight over her nose and onto the floor without her even blinking. She fuzzes out of the world for a while; the table legs blurring out of focus as she settles into the pleasant feeling of nothing mattering. She’s not sure how long she stays there but there wasn’t light when she left her mind and there is when she comes back. Her limbs feel heavy and she doesn’t want to move even though she knows she must. Endor will knock on her door soon and nobody can see this. Endor will knock on her door and patiently wait to be called in. If Marcia never says ‘come in’, Endor never will. Alther is gone. Cerys is gone. Milo is gone. There is nobody coming to pick her up off the floor and she doesn’t have the luxury of dying of thirst right in this spot. She heaves herself up and pick up the jagged parts of the broken bowl she threw earlier. She performs a Clean spell on the sofa but the stain won’t come out. She’s going to need a new one.

I warned you @septimus-heap

#marcia overstrand #septimus heap #magyk #angie sage #jenna heap #silas heap #cerys banda #Alther Mella #Milo Banda

72 notes · View notes

kingofthering · 1 year ago

Text

Tom Maubant : a Fabio Quartararo support person

If you watch MotoGP, you've probably seen him in the Yamaha garage or next to Fabio on the grid. Never leaving Fabio's side, I'm here to talk about Tom Maubant, Fabio's PA since 2017.

Since most sources of information are in french (this article, Michel Turco's biography of Fabio, the Fabio, la naissance d'un champion documentary on Canal+), I thought I would make a quick post to share the facts.

Tom & Fabio met during the summer of 2015, back when Tom was in charge of a nautical base in Nice. At the time, Fabio was 16 and Tom was 22 (he was born on the 25th of November 1993, bless you Fabio for the birthday post).

"When he wasn’t in Spain, he came to see me regularly so he could do some jet ski. He became like a little brother to me, I wanted to protect him. At that time, I didn’t really have an interest in moto, my thing was more football. I started following Grand Prix with Fabio.” Quickly, the two niçois [people from Nice] become inseparable. “We were always hanging out together, says Thomas. And since Fabio didn’t have his driving license, I would take him almost everywhere. It’s during the summer that he started having issues with his team. I made him laugh, tried to support him morally." [source : Fabio Quartararo : l'ascension d'un prodige]

In March of 2016, for the Qatar Grand Prix, Tom travels for the first time with Fabio. That season was complicated for Fabio, especially with everything happening with his first manager. During the year, he starts working with Eric Mahé and Tom is here for the last 3 Grand Prix of the season : Japan, Malaysia, Valencia.

"The season was complicated. I had understood that he needed moral support more than just a simple physical presence. He got angry a lot and I spent a lot of time calming him down." [source]

In 2017, Tom still worked at the beach in Nice but he traveled with Fabio for more races. While Eric [Mahé] took care of the contract side of things, Tom dealt with the day-to-day stuff (exchanges with press officers, equipment managers, etc...). In 2018, Tom quits his job in Nice and fully becomes Fabio's full time PA.

Them when Fabio won rookie of the year in Motegi, 2019.

World Champion, 2021.

They've both said a certain number of times that they were each other's best friends and if you look at one of them's instagram posts, you have a good chance to find the other there. They often go on holidays together and honestly, they have my entire heart.

Additional facts :

They have several tattoos in common : the smiley on their big toe, the keys and "blessed" diamonds on their arms. Also, Tom got Fabio's "20" tattooed on his arm after the 2021 season (video).

Tom is Family™ (on the left : with Fabio's mom after Fabio's first podium in Barcelona, 2019 - on the right : also Barcelona but in 2021, with Fabio's dad).

He's also a more than honorary member of the Fab 4.

He's been dating Mathilde Poncharal (Hervé Poncharal's daughter, she also works for GasGas as a Press Officer) for a handful of years now and often times, Fabio looks like their adoptive son. They're very domestic. I love them.

#tom maubant #fabio quartararo #primer #(kind of)#anything to procrastinate work

90 notes · View notes

pirateshippotato · 1 month ago

Text

Some thoughts/predictions for campaign 3

Also, somewhat obviously, spoilers under the cut

They’re setting this villain up kinda like the princesses are set up in the first episode of She-ra (2018 version). Everyone is training to fight them in these simulations where they’re super scary, but when they actually meet they’re not actually hostile.

I think The Infinights and the Grotethe Gang all had really good character dynamics, and I don’t know how the new characters are going to compare. There’s potential for good character interactions because the players are all really funny, and good friends, but some of the best interactions of past campaigns were between like Bart and Gum Gum, Kyborg and Mudd, Mathilde, and Barney, Chip and Ellga, and I can’t think of what’s going to compare in this new campaign.

I think Tolv mentioned something about looking for his family (either in the episode or in the second wind sneak peak, also why are blaine’s characters family’s always dead or missing?) so that seems like that’ll be his character arc. Maybe his family is being held like an Inku and Bart’s parents situation.

In the past Jon’s characters have been lacking in backstory, and as much as I would like that to change, I don’t see how Nattie is gonna have as fleshed out a backstory as Kyborg or Barney. I guess I could see her having like a mysterious, murdery, past, kinda like Chip, but I’m really not sure.

I don’t know how Gunther is gonna have a character arc, but I said that about Gum Gum and Barney and I love both their plots, so I trust Chris to have a good backstory, I just don’t know what that is gonna be.

And Dug. I actually like Dug way more than I expected, and as I feel with most of my favorite characters I want him to experience immense trauma, if he hasn’t already. That’s a bit dramatic, but I do hope Dug gets some sort of heart wrenching moment later down the line.

The Drill Sargeant seems like he’s gonna be the Dr. Ahem/Alchemist of this campaign. Not in personality, but he fills the roll of exposition character. Also he’s like sarge from red vs blue.

I’m realizing while typing all these thoughts I still have like 20 minutes left in the episode, so we’ll just hope I didn’t majorly contradict anything that happens at the end.

also I still haven’t finished grotethe but I already miss those characters

#tftsd #tales from the stinky dragon #my thoughts #tftsd kanon #kanon

14 notes · View notes

pommedepersephone · 4 months ago

Text

A Garden for Madeleine from Am the ghost at the end of the song?

She and Mathilde can never go back to the house on the lake. It would always be a place they had been forced to run from. When Q asked what she would miss most, Madeleine confessed it was her summer tomatoes and her bed of foxgloves. “We can build you a garden,” Q says.

This story is about the relationships Q and Madeleine had with Bond, and the one they have with one another.

Chapter 3: Repetitions of Snow is now up!

The Garden

With a small paved patio garden, Madeleine had to be creative. Good thing she has her friend Celyn (ops sorry) Q to help her design and build something meaningful.

First they picked a few veggies. Some grow well using a hydroponic system - aubergines, cucumbers and a variety of lettuces. Best to test out the system this summer, then it can be expanded! At least tomatoes were easy - they do well in hanging baskets. And since Mathilde will miss the wild strawberries they used to gather, he found a good substitute for her.

Second, it was time to pick herbs for the vertical garden. Q put together a quick list. Growing up in France, Madeleine would need those flavors she grew up cooking with - like parsley, tarragon, chervil. But, he also knew she made Italian food when she was sad. They don't talk about his, but he included those flavors too - rosemary and basil especially. Madeleine however knows that Q loves coriander (she thinks it tastes like soap) so she added it to the list.

Third, Q has to sort out flower beds of some sort. Probably raised boxes? There must be some place to grow foxgloves, lavender and hollyhock which are all good plants for pollinators. They agreed forget-me-nots are a must too.

And of course, they need a bit of whimsy for Mathilde. Which is why Q is ordering flamingos, and Madeleine is taking Mathilde to second hand shops for teapots, cups and saucers. Nothing like a little Alice in Wonderland magic!

#007 fest 2024 #station atlantic #james bond #quartermaster #madeleine swann #dealing with grief #the map of my heart is a garden #scavenger hunt

8 notes · View notes

windermeresimblr · 6 months ago

Text

The Bachelor Beaumaris, (7? 8? Day of the Fourth Elimination?).0

The next morning, surprisingly without any (photographed)preamble from Gregory, the ladies played three rounds of dominoes each; Vivian was paired with Mathilde, and Marie-Claude with Amelie.

Mathilde: It reminds me of musical notes, though my governess told me I wasn't supposed to turn them on their heads... Vivian: I think it looks like a tree. Do we get more points if it makes a nice shape?

Amalie: I have got it made in the shade, as they say. Marie-Claude: As who says? I've never heard anyone say that!

Mathilde bested Vivian in their two-out-of-three match, and Amelie bested Marie-Claude. Everyone got one logic point, which was a nice little bonus.

Then came some more socialization. I managed to actually lose all of the images after the dominoes party to the aether, through a mistake of Gadwin redirect settings. So I gave them some extra socialization to be sure I'd capped something. Don't you dare judge me, Gregory, I can summon a meteor on your little house and squash you like a bug!

Gregory's conversation with Mathilde involved painting and film. You don't even have zoeotropes yet, Gregory!

I think for very important paintings, perhaps they might make a copy, and enlarge it so we might see it from a distance, and turn it around on scroll-posts like a treadmill, so everyone may see every detail without having to get into fights in someone's long gallery.

Next, he spoke with Amalie about music and books.

Gregory: I have been asking Ursula to pick the next volume up when she goes to the lending-library, but she keeps saying they wouldn't lend it to her.

His conversation with Marie-Claude concerned weights (???) and the weather.

Gregory: But at least it's no longer so rainy!

Finally, he and Vivian conversed about houses (again, Gregory?) and fine dining.

Vivian: If I had a house of my own, I'd like a dumbwaiter. When I was little, one of my friends had one, and we had so much fun riding it up and down, until his cook caught us, and we both were scolded severely. I suppose I'm too big nowadays to ride in a dumbwaiter, but it was great fun!

The ladies ended up with the following whopping social scores.

Marie-Claude.....71.0125 (71.01)

Mathilde.....74.93748 (74.93)

Amalie.....75.87499 (76.00)

Vivian.....(73.00)

The next post will be up later tonight, when I figure out a decent "it's not you, it's me" from the speech bubbles. (I know it's not about their actual conversations, but it feels so abrupt to have them just up and leave.)

#the bachelor beaumaris

12 notes · View notes

adelha-mathilde · 1 month ago

Text

You Are Never Alone (Obey Me!) fanfic

content: Lord Diavolo finds out one of his closest friends is all by themselves at his formal ball. Only to directly intervene and sweep them up and to his throne for some personal chat time. Established relationships, casual talk, suggested romance, Daivolo being selfish for once.

"My Lord. I think it best to mention one of your guests is currently miserable." Diavolo stopped sipping from his glass of Demonus to look to Barbatos with concern. The butler watching the Prince of the Devildom with that same calculated gaze as always. So Diavolo knew the validity of his words to simply ask outright, "Who would be such during such an extravagant formal ball?"

Barbatos didn't hesitate to loom to the given individual. Diavolo following suit to stiffen on his throne at the sight. There sat Lady Mathilde. Completely alone at her table. Currently staring into her wine glass to look utterly sullen. Since there was no one socializing with her or sweeping her up for a dance. This made Diavolo's heart break even as he got up from his seat to rectify the situation. His steps pointed as the crowd of people parted for him to soon kneel in from of the Fae woman and take her free hand in his own. His whole attention given to the lady who looks to him with evident surprise. While his words were rich with emotion as he placed a kiss to her hand. "Such a shame to find the most lovely of ladies all by herself this fine evening. This simply will not do. So I will gladly kidnap you to my own throne. Come along now, Margaret."

Without any hesitation, Diavolo up and swept Adelha into his arms to hug her tight and give them a twirl. Her warm chuckle felt in his heart as he soon lifted her up bridal style to walk her back to his throne. All eyes on them for Diavolo to make a showing of sitting himself back down to have Adelha in his lap. His fingers soon weaving into her silken soft hair as he spoke to Barbatos. "I think we should have some of that delightful honeyed mead brought over to my table. It is the preferred drink of choice for my favorite Fae lady."

Barbatos gave a huff before bowing to see to the delivery himself. While Adelha leaned into Diavolo's frame to rest her head on his shoulder. Her words sweet and warm against his neck. "You are courting with scandal, Dia. Just what would make you do such a bold thing?" Diavolo hummed to give her a simple answer to the question. "You were all alone. Which is the one thing that hurts you most. I know you far too well, Margaret. Solitude for you is poison. it crushes your soul to not have someone to give love and attention to. I refuse to let you hurt like that without doing all in my power to change such. You will never be alone here in my presence. Not ever. If I have to make a royal decree, I will."

Adelha went very still to then heave a long sigh of air. So Diavolo leaned in to place a chaste kiss to her forehead before Barbatos came back into view. The butler carrying three flaggons of mead to then sit himself next to the throne and join them. The butler's tail soon snaking around Adelha's middle under the table for her to giggle at how such tickled her sides. Yet the three simply chatted and sipped at their drinks for the ball to continue. While whispers in the corners began weaving any and every rumor possible. Yet Diavolo paid no heed to the gossip that was taking to the air. His full attention given to Adelha and Barbatos as he smiled and let himself savor the moment.

#obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me #fanfiction #fanfic #obey me! fanfic #obey me! fanfiction #Obey Me! Diavolo #Obey Me! Diavolo fanfiction #Obey Me! Diavolo fanfic

5 notes · View notes

nolita-fairytale · 1 year ago

Text

i've taken an unintentional hiatus...

got a little caught up with life and... well, here i am! i'm not entirely sure i have the bandwidth to start writing again and doubt that i'll be able to output at the same rate i was. i went back to work which has been a whole thing... and i have a big catering gig in the next few weeks.

but today, i'm missing mathilde, jesper, and the kimura siblings something fierce. i'm missing my little world of 'burn your life down' and those characters are beginning vividly take up space inside of my brain again.

i'm thinking about timothee chalamet in that purple latex suit as jesper, and how much mathilde and chef would've teased him about his instagram presence... and how he'd fiercely defend himself and the fact that it brought attention to the restaurant!

i'm also thinking about how much i miss the make my heart surrender verse and how i didn't get to write much of carmy and reader doing nothing but getting to be best friends in love.

anyways, just popping in to say hello and apologizing for being a bit of a ghost.

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #pastry chef luca #chef luca x reader #luca the bear #the bear #the bear fanfiction #burn your life down #make my heart surrender

28 notes · View notes

endlessly-cursed · 11 months ago

Text

merry christmas and happy new year to guzma, persie, nikki and jd !

brunhilda x lachlann x mathilde ( @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm )

lennox x loverboi ( @gcldensnitch )

henriette x frederick ( @that-scouse-wizard )

Guzma: Ever since we truly interacted last year, this year has been a bit better thanks to you. getting to know you, talk to you about anything and goof around made my day. you've grown to be one of my closest friend here and I hope we can have more fun and adventures here. Merry Christmas, you goof ❤🫶🏻

Persie: Despite not having talked much because of our timezones and schedules, I hold you dear and I'm glad that we can be upfront about one another, and I'm always learning with you. I'm glad that you're my friend and hopefully, this 2024 will be more merciful to you and your youth. Joyeux Noel, cherie ❤🫶🏻

Nikki: Even if this year you were mostly gone, the time we've talked was fun, uplifting and made my day and night. You were the first one to talk to me here, and after all these years, we can still talk about anything and you've become like family to me here. Thank you for the gift of Loverboi and hopefully this 24' we can get up to mischief. Merry Christmas, babe ❤🫶🏻

JD: This year, although busy for us, has been a blast nevertheless, and having the gift of frediette has been the best a girl could ask for. You're always such an insightful, funny and wise man, and I always have a blast when talking to you about anything. To more years of this! ✨

#hp founders era #founders era #hp next gen #oc: henriette of wessex #oc: brunhilda of cologne #silvercrownlogne #frediette #lennox x loverboi #myedits*#mine*

12 notes · View notes

chieftyphoonchaos · 3 months ago

Text

Where are we going Mathilde….Matera in Italy ?

No, dear ….James is standing there in an ambush to shoot you, he still hasn't accepted our engagement. So I told my parents we were going to Italy….

And we are not going to Italy….Lucky you got the "Schining",which warned you

You also have the Schining dear, you should use them more.

Anyway, we're not going to let those 2 ruin our engagement trips. Besides, I used to go to Matera every year with my mother, I've seen that city a bit tired, honestly….That's why we're going to another beautiful and sunny country and we're starting in the capital, where I've only been once

That's why I gave our original hotel tickets in Matera to my best friend and her young family, so my parents will definitely have company there

and so, in Matera, Italy

Caramia Mr. Bond and Mrs. Swann. Your daughter was kind enough to give us her tickets for the hotel here

Where is our daughter herself with her fiancé?

We're sorry, Mr. Bond, but we're not allowed to tell you that, she explicitly said that if we wanted her tickets for this holiday

Moreover, we are also very good friends with her fiancé Safin and we were invited to their wedding. So you can't shoot him. So just accept their engagement

But we will keep you good company, Mr. Bond and Mrs. Swann, and have a nice holiday together… We promised her that

Caramia, We have all the time in the world darling ❤️❤️

Meanwhile, somewhere much further south in Europe

Can we start a family as soon as possible Mathilde, Our friends Morticia and Gomez Addams already have a daughter together

Please be patient until after our wedding next year when we will start our family and I want at least 4 children with you

Do not forget the words of your father-in-law

"We Have Al The Time Of The World"

I love you ❤️

I love you too❤️

Sunny greetings from Athens, the capital of Greece where Count Lyutsifer and Countess Mathilde are on their engagement holiday

Lyutsifer en Mathilde ❤️❤️

#lyutsifer safin #mathilde bond #lyutsifer safin & mathilde swann #rose the hat #the adams family #don't shoot my fiance daddy #the safin family #lytsifer and mathilde engaged #team safin #team mathilde #count safin #countes mathilde #rose the hat is mathilde vampire name #the schinning

5 notes · View notes

eisenrosen · 5 months ago

Note

Mathilde and Zelda are so pretty omgs 😳

Can I please hear more about them?

[Vibrates with excitement]

Yeah I can spare some details

Oh Zelda…. Where do I begin. He’s been relegated to one of those people you don’t really talk about, and if you do it’s brief and in passing because you just kind of don’t want to think about him (everyone having different reasons not to)

In his life he truly was terribly hard to befriend, unapproachable, cold, and seemingly uninterested in talking to others. And he was, to a degree, these feelings moreso relating to his feelings of “if I open up to these people they will find my weaknesses, and when they eventually leave this will be used against me” and unfortunately this was proven to be right time and time again. His constant state of hyper vigilance and feelings of having to fight for his life at every turn had left him a high strung individual with a penchant to jump to violence as a means to protect himself. He was also in full belief that he wasn’t liked by anyone, though that was far from the case.

Despite all that, he really was a caring person, this usually shown through small unrecognizable acts of service and the very rare compliment. He had a love for animals both big and small, he treated every horse he had with more love than he had shown to (almost) anyone in his life, he was Old Fritz’ personal dog walker even. He also had a soft spot for children, Alexander (America) being one of them.

I wasn’t really lying when I said that fatherhood made Zelda a better person. He had never really aspired to be a father in the past, but as fate would have it, he gave birth to a lovely bundle of joy (Germany) that would eventually come to be the literal death of him. But he loved that boy, more than he ever thought he could love something, and he forced himself to change for his child. He forced himself to learn kindness, to learn patience and love, so his child wouldn’t grow up the way he and so many other countries did. He wanted the best for him, he really did, and often found himself wishing Markus had better. But that was his boy, his son, his flesh and blood, and he would do anything for him. He would die for him.

And in the end he did. He went out quietly, spending his last month writing to anyone and anything that would listen, settling his feuds, forgiving and forgetting, making sure Markus would be able to move on from this loss. And when all was said and done, he simply disappeared. Nobody truly knows what happened to him in the end, one night he kissed Markus goodnight and left, his name just a whisper on the wind and his legacy simply a memory.

And then Mathilde was born in the fall of 1949. She had always felt like a ghost in the eyes of others, sharing the same cold grey eyes and silver hair as Zelda, down to the mole under her left eye. She grew fast compared to others, only adding to her feelings of being out of place among her other colleagues. She craved the love and affection a human child would, but was treated as more of a pawn than the young girl she was at the time.

She could never understand why everyone looked at her like that, something lingering in their eyes that she wished she could understand. She’s struggled with feelings of inadequacy her entire life, which only grew worse with the Reunification. She felt like she was floating through life, no real purpose other than to be a ghost, a horrid reminder of a past that does not exist anymore. But she pushes through anyways, she gives her life meaning through acting as the second in command to Markus, she makes friends, she dances and she laughs and she lives. She lives for herself. Something Zelda could never do.

#ramblings of a mad dimitri #long post #dima’s ocs #zelda eisenhauer #mathilde schmidt #I hope this conveys how much I love the both of them #they mean a lot to me

3 notes · View notes

baekjeongu-archive · 7 months ago

Text

A BRIEF INTRODUCTION OF MATHILDE ANGELIQUE DAUPHINE FOURNIER.

mathildè fournier is a 540 - year - old witch. she is a luciferian witch, which means she uses her magic to worship lucifer and do his bidding. she primarily performs dark magic, but has been known to use light magic at times because it's easy and useful, and it's a simple way to lure and trap individuals / other supernaturals in her web of destruction. she is a villain. she was unaware of jeong-u's existence until they met, which was around 1500, just at the end of the french renaissance period. jeong-u was living in france at the time, in what was then versailles. he was an art collector and seller, and his collection, at its peak, was more valuable and well - curated than anyone else's in france. he made a very good living off of it, and still has some of the money from his time in versailles now. he was insanely rich, but only used his residence to store and collect his art. he slept from chateau to chateau, taking up with every social class, and he was well - known around versailles as the man to see for art, pleasure, and general fun. he was very popular, causing rivalries and obsessions, and was always the toast of the town, no matter what event he would throw.

mathildè came from the well - known fourniers, and has a twin brother named adelias ( more on him later ). they had high social ranking, as mathilde's father, renè-marcel, was a baron of agriculture and land - owner throughout france. he was friends with the monarchy, and often gloated at parties about his connections. this didn't impress jeong-u, of course, and renè-marcel would often find himself irritated at the dismissal of the most sought - after man in town. he would attend jeong-u's events with his wife, marie-thèresè, and while jeong-u would tolerate them — it wasn't until renè-marcel brought his daughter mathildè to one of the gatherings that jeong-u paid attention. she is beautiful, no doubt. she was already a witch at the time, well - versed in spells and other forms of witchcraft. she had entered an unholy pact with lucifer the night adelias was turned into a vampire by a gang of vampiric highwaymen, stating that if her best friend and protector in this world was going to hell, then so would she. adelias protested, but lucifer happily took mathildè's soul in exchange for massive amounts of power in witchcraft. mathildè, who had been raised devout, turned on a god that would cause endless pain to her twin. she vowed to destroy the world slowly, devouring it for lucifer and corrupting as many people as she could.

without this knowledge, jeong-u wasn't aware of mathildè's inner workings, and he fell in love with her almost instantly. they had a whirlwind affair, and renè-marcel was pleased with it. finally, the approval of the man versailles was obsessed with, causing his social rank to climb even higher. jeong-u and mathildè were inseparable, joined at the hip and heart, in love, and utterly devoted to each other. jeong-u cleaned up his act, no longer partying and sleeping with anyone he could, and instead settled his mind and love on mathildè. they married, and mathildè was on her way to getting what she wanted — jeong-u's eternal soul. comfortable enough with her, and trusting her entirely, jeong-u, on their wedding night, revealed to mathildè who he is, and what he's capable of. mathildè didn't expect it, but she knew that this would raise her salt with lucifer. an angel, a naphilim, born to the archangel that booted lucifer himself. she knew the stakes, and while part of her love was genuine — it turned malignant in its obsession. she became utterly focused on jeong-u, trying to corrupt him slowly, trying to break him into pieces she could use to give to lucifer.

while their marriage was solid, at least to jeong-u, mathildè became fixated on stealing what was his — immortality. an invulnerable, true immortality that could circumvent her and her twin's souls residing in hell at the moment of true death. she wanted to take that from jeong-u, she wanted to have it as her own. after months went by, mathildè worried that she and jeong-u would never conceive a child, which was her plan — she was going to carry the infant to term and then kill it upon birth, feasting upon its flesh and blood with adelias in an attempt to "save" them. questioning jeong-u, she learned that he is not capable of conceiving, as god stole that ability from him long ago to keep the nephilim line extinct. angry, mathildè then turned her sights on killing jeong-u, overcome with the need to take everything from him for this. she would use spells to manipulate him, to cause him pain, to try to weaken his abilities and power. she would painstakingly take steps to try to thwart any good he'd put into the world. renè-marcel was horrified that he wouldn't have an heir and demanded that jeong-u be exiled for not providing the pivotal information. mathildè's rage overcame her, including the twisted affection she still harbored for jeong-u, and her need to keep him close so she could steal his life. she killed renè-marcel, crushing his heart with magic, and it was the ultimate test to see if she was powerful enough to do it.

jeong-u, knowing he had upset mathildè due to his lack of divulging important information, asked for a way to make it up to her. this fell into mathildè's lap, as a plan had formed for her to crush jeong-u's heart with magic and then drink his blood at the moment of death to seal her and adelias' immortality. adelias, learning of her plan, admonished mathildè, and left france entirely. this only served to further fuel her anger, and she demanded a token, physical proof, of jeong-u's love for her: she wanted his heart. jeong-u, knowing that he is unable to die, clawed his heart from his chest and presented it to mathildè, still warm and beating. she then revealed herself, her plans, and her knowledge. horrified, jeong-u tried to fight mathildè, who had already tasted of his heart. it gave her power beyond measure, and they fought, supernatural to supernatural, before mathildè crushed his heart in her hand. she threw it at him, screaming, then attempted to curse him on behalf of lucifer. jeong-u, knowing better, fought mathildè again to keep her from finishing her plan. they both ended up near - death, mathildè with her newfound powers raw and unrelenting, and jeong-u unable to truly take her life, as part of him still loved her deeply. they vowed to part, mathildè's care for him winning over.

#001. ✞ 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍. • 😇🪽#pregnancy /#miscarriage /#children /#gore /#death /#parental death /#murder /

3 notes · View notes