#all souls series

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Genius

Matthew de Clermont x Y/N - drabble - 607 WC

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Warnings: fluff, poetry, slightly steamy, Matthew being sexy, soft boi hours, this bitch worships the ground you walk on, L bomb

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“Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is…” Matthew read from the chair in the corner of your bedroom.

“John Milton.” you responded, lying on the bed as you scrolled through your phone. 

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling…” he said, gazing at you.

“Oscar Wilde.” you said almost immediately. You never understood why he tried to win this little game with you; he never has before.

“Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred.”

“Lord Alfred Tennyson, “The Charge of the Light Brigade”, written in 1854, based on the Battle of Balaclava.” you said with a smirk, sitting up on your elbows to see him fully.

“Love opened a mortal wound. In agony, I worked the blade to make it deeper. Please, I begged, let death come quick…” he said, closing his book to meet your gaze. 

“Wild, distracted, sick. I counted all the ways love hurt me. One life, I thought - a thousand deaths…” you cut him off.

“Blow after blow, my heart couldn’t survive this beating. Then - how can I explain it? I came to my senses. I said…” he said as he moved to the bed, crawling his way up your body till his nose nudged yours. You sucked in a breath.

“”Why do I suffer? What lover ever had so much pleasure?” you whispered against his lips.

His eyes searched your face for something unknown. He heard your heart speed up; it would never cease to amuse him that he still had this effect on you, after all this time. He placed a delicate peck on your lips.

Your lips followed his as he pulled away. You hooked your finger under his chin, pulling him back to your lips. You devoured his lips, craving his touch always.

Matthew kissed you fervently before pulling back momentarily. He looked down at you with expectant eyes.

You tried to capture his lips once more but he moved back when you leaned up. “What?” you said, a slight bit of worry in your voice.

“Who wrote it?” he asked.

“Seriously?” you said, annoyed he was depriving you of his sweet, sweet kiss. 

Matthew chuckled, nodding his head.

You sighed, “Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, a Seventeenth Century Mexican nun.” you said quickly, pulling him back to you for a kiss.

He kissed you before pulling back slightly, pecking your lips randomly “I have never met a creature so incredibly intelligent, you are a wonder my darling.” Matthew whispered onto your lips.

You smiled up at him sweetly, your cheeks turning pink slightly. “I’m a daemon,” you shrugged before tugging him as close as possible, “Flattery gets you everywhere…” you mumbled, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. Matthew obliged your silent request, yanking his shirt off. He kissed down your neck, sucking hickies into you every once and a while. He pulled the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your chest to him. His lips ghosted over your skin making you shudder slightly. 

“Always so good for me…” he whispered, looking you up and down before pulling the rest of your dress, he hooked his hands into the supple flesh of your hips, pulling your underwear off with the dress. 

You whined at the cool air hitting your skin. Matthew kissed up your thigh, his fangs grazing your skin every once in a while. “I love you…” he mumbled before attaching his lips to your core. Your back arched - this was the beginning to a very long, absolutely sinful night. You felt yourself giving in to him anyways.

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Naboo's Note:

On a Discovery of Witches binge - this is the result. This mf is just so *chefs kiss* Anyways I hope everyone is doing good! :D

[matthewsblue]

How's one to know?

I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones

In a faith forgotten land

[asgoodeasgold]

Shadow of Night Read Along Ch1

"‘All we need is Sir Walter Raleigh and we’ll have the entire School of Night in the house.’ Matthew looked out the window at my mention of this legendary group of radicals, philosophers, and free-thinkers. Thomas Harriot. Christopher Marlowe. George Chapman. Walter Raleigh. And— ‘Just who are you, Matthew?’ I hadn’t thought to ask him before we departed. ‘Matthew Roydon,’ he said with a tip of his head, as though we were only this moment being introduced. ‘Friend to poets.’ ‘Historians know almost nothing about you,’ I said, stunned. Matthew Roydon was the most shadowy figure associated with the mysterious School of Night. ‘You aren’t surprised, are you, now that you know who Matthew Roydon really is?’ His black brow rose. ‘Oh, I’m surprised enough to last a lifetime. You might have warned me before dropping me into the middle of all this.’"

What a dark horse Matthew is 🤭 Diana is not at the end of her surprises, she better buckle up, it's going to be quite the ride!

An old painting of the mysterious Matthew Roydon...

📷 Sky/Bad Wolf A Discovery of Witches (2020) s2:01 my edits

[the-forest-library]

[eidetictelekinetic]

Why is there no fandom for the All Souls series/A Discovery of Witches?

I have thoughts about the new book and my friend with whom I discovered the books and show hasn't read it yet! It's a deeply unfair situation, you know.

[mrs-declermont]

Currently stuck at Sept Tours with a lot of free time on my hands 🥲

Feel free to send me question and I’ll do my best to answer them all 😌💕

[legolasofmirkwoodforest]

Time's Convert first 100 pages, a summary:

Diana: Oh no!!! My toddlers inherited my magic and can cause even MORE chaos!!!

Marcus: *dealing with crippling daddy issues*

Phoebe: This leaf has so many colors whoaaaa

[apinchofm]

⬐ character moodboards

miyako de clermont from the all souls series by deborah harkness

[blackwood4stucky]

A Discovery of Witches is TOO good. Really gonna have to finish the fic series now. I might even make a sideblog for it since I have no self-control 😅

[emmalovesfitzloved]

Introducing…

couples (matthew and diana version i)

decadent. sophistic. hard fall. simple. academics falling in love. quite luxury. brave. private. adoring.

All Souls series by Deborah Harkness.

[butternuggets-blog]

FOR WANT OF A NAIL

@baldwin-montclair @adowobsessed @sylverdeclermont @nicki-mac-me @thereadersmuse @kynthiamoon @wheresthesunshinesblog @adowbaldwin @beautifulsoulsublime @lady-lazarus-declermont @adarafaelbarba-blog @dogblessyoutascha

Part Sixty-Three

Summary:  Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a  lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of  mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to  irritate him every other century

Also on AO3

The man offered no resistance as he was dragged from his horse and paraded through the streets. He'd timed it all perfectly; enough people around to whip up a violent mob, but not quite enough to tear him to pieces.

Château de Beaune loomed large ahead of them. The fields to the left of the castle were still there, blooming green vines with tiny white flowers looped along wooden stakes spiked through the field. The château was imposing and striking as ever, Martin's banner of blue and gold flying high above the buttresses.

But beside the château, to the right...Louis de Clermont felt his breath catch in his throat.

In the centuries to come they would call it a miracle. Two hundred and sixty-two meters squared, carved from striking local limestone in the Demer Gothic style, the cathedral-like mausoleum housing Yvette Bouchard's remains had taken two years to complete, three years ahead of the quickest-built churches in Europe. It had been an almost round-the-clock family effort, and Louis admired their commitment.

Louis let himself be carried into the castle and thrown onto his knees before Martin. He kept his head low, hands cupped in his lap, while the men around him bobbed into bows and kept their makeshift weapons trained on him.

'He requested an audience with Sieur' the man was a baker but he'd found a billhook from somewhere and was holding it firmly under Louis' chin. Louis tried not to sneeze from the flour clinging to the man's apron.

'I did not give your family permission to come here.' Martin growled. The men around them stood firm and Louis tried to look smaller, even more helpless and pathetic.

'The vampires' are Louis Mettler and Jürgen Wolf' Louis annunciated.

Martin froze. So did the men.

'And how in hell-' Martin looked torn between the thought of killing Louis on the spot and hearing out his explanation in case he wasn't lying, '-do you know that?'

'News filters through the twilight underground,' Louis began, his flair for the dramatic wilting immediately under Martin's deathly gaze. 'My mistress was courted at the opera who claimed that his siblings were very important. When she asked what he meant, he explained what Mettler and Wolf had done.'

'Where can I find this man?'

'Buried with the Holy Innocents'' Louise shrunk back further in the face of Martin's furious dissapointment. 'He was found slain in his apartment some days later. My mistress is in hiding, in fear for her life.'

Martin held back a sigh, gesturing for the men to leave the room. They reluctantly did so, bowing as they went. Louis stayed on the ground until Martin waved him up to his feet.

'Useful and useless.' Martin stared at Louis, 'Thank you for the information. Now-'

His smile didn't reach his eyes.

'-how to reward you?'

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Louis' horse had been found wandering the wilds at the border of De Clermont land. Baldwin had heard about the bloody saddle bags, but neither he nor Philippe had looked inside. His father had ordered Pierre to burn them and Ysabeau had spread the ashes in the rose garden.

King John II had summoned them to the royal palace in Paris shortly after for ceasefire talks and Philippe had been surprised to hear that Martin had agreed to the king's request. Baldwin wasn't.

He didn't think Martin had had anything to do with Louis' untimely demise. The man was as unsubtle as a brick through a window; most likely he'd ridden over the borderline and been struck down by the first aggrieved peasant he bumped into who recognised their sigil.

Philippe should never have agreed to let him go. What was he thinking?!

Philippe had been thinking that wet-sop Louis would be just benign enough to get Martin to actually consider Philippe's proposal that Martin keep the ban on the family but let them send their workers and representatives north, passing through as quickly and quietly as possible.

A door opened and the negotiating delegation stepped through. Philippe was at the King's shoulder and he gave Baldwin a subtle wink that meant things were going well.

Baldwin nodded, forcing himself to focus on his father so that he didn't look over-

Goddamn

He looked to his right.

Martin's expression was as black as thunder since the king had his back to him and couldn't see. His hair caught the sunlight for a second from the high window and the angle caused a rainbow across his face.

He looked like an avenging angel, and the overwhelming urge to kiss him welled up inside Baldwin's chest.

Gods he's beautiful

He shouldn't do this. He really shouldn't. But Baldwin was already on his feet and moving, skirting past the last of the king's advisors shepherding His Majesty out the furthest door while everyone else milled about deciding what to do for lunch.

If he would just hear him out. If he would just listen, Baldwin was sure he could make Martin understand that he'd just been taken aback by his words, that of course he'd help him, he'd always help him, he just hadn't expected to be told to choose and the moment got away from him...

But now, here he was, standing before him again. And Martin would call him Lucius and he'd correct him, and he would explain and apologise and everything would be alright.

'Baldwin.' Martin said curtly.

Baldwin's soul shattered and broke down to his boots.

Author's Notes

The size of the mausoleum should be about the width and length of a two-storey house, but with an elevated cathedral-like roof.

Cathedrals could take anywhere between five to ten years to finish, or more! But when a family of vampires is motivated enough, and has architecture expertise, anything is possible!

The Holy Innocents' Cemetary in Paris was used from the 18th century until 1780 when, due to "overuse", it closed, and in 1786 all final corpses were removed and reinterred in the famous Catacombs. It was named after the Biblical massacre of the innocents (King Herod vs Moses: This Will Surely End Well) and Place Joachim-de-Bellay covers the area where the cemetary once was.

King John II (the Good) was king of France from 1350 to his death in 1364. He created the franc!

[kennymcmann]

My fanfic, Alchemical, based on the world and characters of the All Souls Trilogy is up on AO3!

If you have the time and interest, please check it out!

[matthewsblue]

One night a few moons ago

I saw flecks of what could've been lights

But it might just have been you

Passing by unbeknownst to me

[asgoodeasgold]

Shadow of Night Read Along 2024 Ch37

‘I’m curious about something,’ my father said, staring into his wine. ...‘ How long do you two think you can keep this crazy life you’re leading under control?’ Matthew’s smile dissolved. ‘I’m not sure I understand your question,’ he said stiffly....

You’ve been here for seven months. You’ve conceived a child. The longest I’ve ever spent in the past is two weeks. You aren’t timewalkers anymore. You’ve succumbed to one of the most basic transgressions of anthropological fieldwork: you’ve gone native.’

‘I was here before, Stephen,’ Matthew said mildly, though his fingers drummed on his thigh. That was never a good sign. ‘I’m aware of that, Matthew,’ my father shot back. ‘But you’ve introduced far too many variables for the past to remain as it was.’

Mmmh, Stephen has got a point. The hardest part of this story for me is that Matthew and Diana adopted Jack and then left him behind. This is so heart-breaking. I can't 😭😭😭

📷 Sky/Bad Wolf A Discovery of Witches (2021) my edits

[amoviescreen]

“these children are our future. the congregation will never harm our family again. i promise”

— a discovery of witches, 2018

[little2nerdy]

why did harkness wait till the third book to really introduce chris’ character? he’s my favorite by far, sitting real close to gallowglass & philippe on my rank of favorites in this series. like goddam he’s perfect and he makes me laugh which no other characters seem to do.