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70 cute questions ... go ahead

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

03: Do you regret anything?

04: Are you insecure?

05: What is your relationship status?

06: How do you want to die?

07: What did you last eat?

08: Played any sports?

09: Do you bite your nails?

10: When was your last physical fight?

11: Do you like someone?

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

14: Do you miss someone?

15: Have any pets?

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

18: Are you scared of spiders?

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

26: What are you craving right now?

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

30: What’s irritating you right now?

31: Does somebody love you?

32: What is your favourite color?

33: Do you have trust issues?

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

51: Favourite food?

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

54: Is cheating ever okay?

55: Are you mean?

56: How many people have you fist fought?

57: Do you believe in true love?

58: Favourite weather?

59: Do you like the snow?

60: Do you wanna get married?

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

62: What makes you happy?

63: Would you change your name?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

do you ever fall for a fictional character so hard that when they are shipped with another character you wanna kill yourself

Hello my loves, I’m sorry I’ve been absent for a while but I’m back now and working on new fics!! I’m still working on the Eddie x ghost!reader songfic but I am almost done !! As always, I encourage you to send in requests !!

- lulu <3

Need him biblically

don't ever put me in a room with this man. he's coming out PREGNANT

Hiii, I’m working on an Eddie x Ghost!reader songfic rn, but other than that I’ve got not other ideas 😭 if you have requests pleaseee send them in💕💕

One Last Voyage: PART 1

Pairing: Pirate!EddieMunson X Siren!Reader

Summary: Whilst Eddie and his fellow pirates are on a quest, one by one, members of his crew start to go missing. Eddie is adamant to find the culprit, whatever it takes! What happens when he falls in love…with the one who caused all of it?

Warnings: Murder, drinking, eating flesh (?)

AN: once again I have no clue about pirates so I googled them but it could very well be wrong😭

One Last Voyage Masterlist

Part 1

“What did you just say?” Eddie growled.

“They’re gone Captain.” Eddies trusty sidekick, Dustin repeated. He continued on “We only found Benjamin’s body, it was horrible, Captain. He must of been attacked or something, no sign of the others.”

Eddie furrowed his brows and turned his head to face Dustin. “Attacked? By what?”

“I don’t know Captain, must have been a shark or something…” Dustin paused, then squinted his eyes, he was deep in thought “although whatever it was definitely had claws, and last time I checked sharks don’t have those.”

“Huh…” Eddie nodded his head once and lightly bit his bottom lip, thinking. “Well, whatever it was we have to find it. It can’t just kill our men and get away with it.”

Eddie turnt around and faced the remaining crew members. “We sail at dawn!”

A crowd of rowdy crew mates burst into cheers, then “Ay Ay Captain!”

Eddie swung his body around and made his way into the quarterdeck. He sat down in his chair, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. Who killed them? Why? His head was racing with unanswered questions. Will they come after us now? No, surely not. It was probably an animal!

Eddie laid his head back and relaxed, eyes fluttering closed letting him enter into an eternal dreamland.

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You could see it in the distance. The imposing figure of the pirate ship loomed of the otherwise empty void of the ocean. The enormous sails bulging with the force of the cold breeze. A group of clearly drunk pirates danced and paraded around the deck, not a care in the world. The rhythmic sounds of pirate shanties, songs of the sea, echoed through the wooden pirate ship as the crew sang all in unison.

You were ready. Oh, you were so ready. But it was not time. Only when the sky dims and the moon rises, will you attack.

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Hours passed, it was time. The vast horizon of the midnight sky stretched out before you. Littered with twinkling stars and the glowing moonlight, illuminating the sea of water beneath it. You swam slowly, making you way around the ship when you eyes fixated on your next victim.

The pirate sat on the deck, transfixed by the beauty of the oceans vast expanse below him.

The siren crept closer to the ship, your eyes fixed on the lonesome pirate. As you approached, you sang your haunting melody, your voice drawing the pirates attention to your captivating glow.

Your haunting melody echoed through the still of the night, drawing the pirate closer and closer. Your clear, piercing voice beckoned the pirate towards you, as you pressed yourself against the side of the ship. The pirate stood frozen, caught in your spell as you sang your seductive voice straight into his heart.

When he was close enough, you grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the body of water which you called your home. You bit a large chunk from his neck and spat it back out, letting it float and then slowly sink. Holding his limp body, you look into his cold, dead eyes.

In one swift movement you throw his body back onto the ship, and leave. You want to leave him as a warning. Hopefully now these pirates will realise. Realise, just exactly what you will do to each and every one of them if they don’t leave your land alone.

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“Captain! Captain!” One of the crew mates begin, banging on The Captains door.

Eddie let’s put a deep sigh and rolls his eyes. What has a man gotta do to have some peace? He just wanted a nap!

He forced himself to get up, dragging his body over to the door. “Dustin I swear someone better be dead.” As he swung open the door to reveal the face of his right hand man, Dustin. Not one ounce of amusement evident.

“Captain…Michael’s Dead.”

Eddie had nothing to say. God, why did he have to make that joke? Especially now!

“What the hell happened?”

“Gareth found him this morning, right outside on the deck. A chunk was missing out his neck.”

“Show me.”

Dustin lead the captain over to the body of their friend. A small crowd had gathered around Michael’s corpse. Eddie pushed his way through the others and ended up right in front of the body.

The captains heart raced and he froze in horror. Eddies heart sank as he realised his friend was gone. Another victim of the unknown.

“Jesus H Christ!” A surge of anger rumbled over Eddie. He looked over at his remaining crew mates. What once was 10 of his closest friends and fellow pirates, was now 6. This mysterious creature that keeps killing of his team, had now killed 4 of his people. What if It attacked again? No. He wouldn’t let it happen.

Eddie vowed that whatever it was that is eliminating his own, will pay. No matter what, he will protect his people. The dead will be avenged. He will make sure of it.

Once again if you see any mistakes pleaseee tell me so I can fix them💕

I know this is short but I wanted to put it out anyway😭

Rules for requests !

Some ground rules if you wanna request!

Who I will write for:

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley (FEM ONLY)

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Coriolanus Snow

Lucy Gray Baird

Tigris Snow

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Sloane Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Sparrow and Umbrella)

Diego Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Josh Washington

Thomas Hewitt

Jason Vorhees

Michael Myers (OG and RZ)

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Jennifer Check

Regina George

Karen Smith/Shetty

Gretchen Weiners

Janis Ian/Imi’ike

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

König

Captain John Price

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Literally any Rory Culkin character (I LOVE HIM)

JJ Maybank

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Pope Heyward

I will probably write more people I just can’t think of rn so don’t be afraid to ask !

The pronouns for my fics will most likely be she/her unless specified otherwise, if you request something and want me to write different pronouns then do not hesitate to tell me and I will do it!

What I WONT write :

Anything non con/rape/sa/

I will not write any forms of smut the most I will write is kissing

I won’t write about real people, only fictional

Any forms of abuse

Besides those things feel free to request anything else!

Please, please, pleaseee do not feel embarrassed about requesting anything I will not judge you💕

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☆ ︎One Last Voyage Masterlist ☆

Eddie Munson was a feared pirate who had sailed the seas for decades. But when his crew start to go missing one by one, he searched for the one responsible. As he searches he finds the culprit, a powerful siren, seducing his men with their singing and beauty. At first Eddie is furious, but then finds himself falling for the one he swore to take revenge over.

୨୧ Prologue/Backstory

୨୧ Part One

୨୧ Part Two - Soon !

One last voyage: Prologue/Backstory

Pairing: Pirate!EddieMunson X Siren!Reader

Summary: Whilst Eddie and his fellow pirates are on a quest, one by one, members of his crew start to go missing. Eddie is adamant to find the culprit, whatever it takes! What happens when he falls in love…with the one who caused all of it?

Warnings: Reader has long hair, I tried to make this gender neutral but I may have mentions pronouns (I’m not sure) mentions of murder and drowning

AN: I know absolutely NOTHING about pirates and how they work so it probably won’t be correct but let’s just pretend it is😭

Fury. That’s all you felt. As you ripped your razor sharp teeth into the rotting flesh, trying to savour the taste. You don’t know when you’ll get this luxury again. It’s a rare occurrence that anyone dares to cross into your territory. Most people avoid your home unless it is absolutely necessary. Even then, they will merely pass by, never making themselves comfortable. They’ve all heard the tales of a malevolent creature, with sharp teeth, white creamy eyes and a voice as soft and sweet as honey. Terrified of what it will do to them.

So of course when you went on your morning swim only to be met with a crew of men, rooting through your possessions you felt…confused. No, angry. No…furious. Who do these men think they are? They think they can wander into YOUR land and scrabble with your belongs? Just come and go as they please? No.

You simply watched, as their grubby hands man-handled your things.

“Hey look at this!” One of the men said, holding up a gold necklace, gaining the attention of the other 2 men.

“D’ya think it’s real?” The man with dark curls asked. ‘Looks real.” He then added.

The man holding the necklace held it closer to his face, analysing it carefully. He then pulled it away and put it in a small sack he was carrying and shrugged “I’ll give it to Captain, see what he says.”

They’re stealing your things. What are they going to do with them? Are they going to sell them? Keep them for themselves? You don’t care, because you won’t let them.

Swimming slowly over to them, you make sure to keep your eyes on them. Make sure they don’t see you, at least not yet.

Once you were about 10 feet away, hidden behind a giant rock, you stopped and watched.

“Captains gonna love this.” The same man who stole your necklace, now holding up a Pearl tiara.

Your brows furrow and your eyes switch, a milky, ghostly colour. You bare your claws, releasing long, edged nails.

You swim up to the man with red hair, he looks easy. He has his back turned to you when you get there. You reach up and start to slowly caress his spine with your delicate fingers.

The man let’s put a horrified shriek and turns around, now facing you. When you finally make eye contact, his eyes go from panicked to captivated. He drops to his knees and leans in closer.

You lay your hand onto his forearm and begin tracing up his delicate skin. The man seemed to be in a trance. Not once questioning who, or what you are. Once you reach his upper arm you stop, and slowly pull yourself up so your lips are having above his ear. He can feel your breath dancing on his neck.

In your soft and sultry voice you say “come with me.”

Without thinking, the man nods. You smile, but there’s something sinister hiding behind it, something evil.

Abruptly, you dig your claws in the man’s arm, piercing the skin. This seemed to awaken the man from his hypnotic state.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, but before he could do anything else you dragged him into the water.

Placing both hands on his neck you dragged deeper, and deeper and deeper. The terror in this man eyes stirred something in you. Excitement. Until suddenly, that terror disappeared. No emotions was left and you knew he was dead. You dropped the man and watched his limp corpse sink.

You swan quickly up onto the surface of the ocean and saw the other two men searching frantically for the now deceased man.

“VIKTOR!”

“VIKTOR WHERE ARE YOU?”

You saw this as an opportunity.

“HELP, HELP ME PLEASE OH MY GOD HELP.” You screamed, mimicking Viktors voice perfectly.

The two men turned rapidly and started running towards ‘Viktor’. Well, you but they didn’t have to know that.

“VIKTOR! Viktor where are you?”

When the men were close enough, you pounced. Grabbing one man’s leg and dragging him in, clawing at his neck and slicing the skin there. Then grabbing the next and wrapping your arms around his neck and twisting as hard, and as fast as you can. He fell limp in your arms and you leg go, giving him a light push so he starts to sink. You grab the other man and drag both him, and yourself out of the water and begin feasting.

You savour the taste, not wasting even the tiniest amount. You could get used to this. Well, chances are…their crew will come looking for them. That means more for you to feast.

A smile creeps it way onto your lips. You can’t wait.

AHHH I hope that was okay😭😭 let me know if you guys want me to continue this💕💕

P.S if you notice any mistake pleasee tell me so I can fix them, thank youuu💖

PART 2

SOMEBODY BETTER RESTRAIN ME RN BECAUSE😩😩😩

Just the Tip

— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —

MDNI!!!

Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.

But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.

Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.

No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe

Enjoy!!!

The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.

Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.

These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.

Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.

You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.

You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.

You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.

So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.

“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.

And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.

Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.

You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.

Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.

God, you wished it was you that was touching him.

Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.

The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”

You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”

You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.

You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.

It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.

God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.

The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.

“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —

And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.

“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.

"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat

His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.

But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him

“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”

Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.

You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.

When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.

This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.

He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.

Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.

Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.

His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.

“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.

This moment in time was just for the two of you.

“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”

Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.

Fem!OC X Fem!OC

Hii, this is just a short first chapter of something that I’ve been meaning to write for some time now, I just haven’t gotten to it because idk if anyone will actually read it . So this is kinda just a tester to see if anyone actually cares lmao😭

just some background info, both main characters are princesses, and this is set in the 1800’s

"Sit up straight" the older woman hissed thumping her daughter on the head. "I didn't raise you to act like an animal." A wave of nausea fell over the princess, she never wanted to marry. Especially not to some random prince whom she had never even met. She wanted to be a writer. She'd write poems, songs and fantasy stories. Clementine loved romance poems. Every night she would imagine what it would be like to loved, fall asleep to the thought of being held and appreciated. But the girl knew she would never be able to feel that type of love, at-least not with him.

Him: The prince of Vermont, soon to be King. The Prince searched far and wide for the perfect wife and potential queen. All of Europe, America, Asia and Africa. Every Princess around the world was taken into account and considered. But eventually, Clementine was chosen. So now here she was, in a carriage on her way to Vermont Palace. Ready to meet her prince, her future husband. Everybody had heard about him and his family. The most famous and influential family in the entire world; The Vermont's. And possibly in a few short months, if everything goes as planned, she will be apart of that family.

She was nervous. So, so nervous. In the distance she could see the grand Palace. Hundreds of people crowding, staring into the carriage trying to get a glimpse of the soon-to-be Princess of Vermont. Her nerves only grew as she heard the murmurs and whispers of the people passing by.

"Clementine, if you screw this up for us I promise you, I will never let you see the light of day again. This could be so good for us, for the family. Do NOT mess this up." Her mother said angrily, staring daggers into her daughters eyes. Clementine could only nod. 

"Good. Now stop slouching, and get out."

For a second Clementine was confused. Then the carriage door swung open and the sound of people cheering was heard from the outside.

Her mother stared at her, as if waiting for something. "Go." She demanded. The princess nodded and slowly pulled herself up and out of the carriage.

The scene before her was something she had never seen before. Crowds of people gathered in 2 rows, either side of her, held back by guards holding swords. At the far end of the street was 4 people. Now, Clementine had never met these people, but she could immediately tell who they were. The silk gowns and dazzling jewels were a dead giveaway, The Vermonts.

A older woman, with dusky wavy hair held back by a bejewelled hair clip. A golden silk gown, covered with various patterns sewed into the sleeves. And on top of her head, a gorgeous crown sat glistening in the sunlight. It was clear she was the queen, not because of the crown but from the way she demanded attention, dominance oozed from her.

Then standing next to her side, a man, slightly taller than the queen. Brown hair the fell just above his shoulders and a blue silk suit adorned with a silver crown. Not as extravagant as the Queens crown, but just as beautiful.

Then she saw him. Her future husband. There he stood measuring just over six feet, the blonde prince wearing head to toe white silk. A milky shirt covered by a snowy waistcoat. White trousers and some calf high boots.

The soon to be couple made eye contact, Clementines breathe hitched and she swallowed audibly. She couldn't tell if it was out of dread or excitement (or possibly both, she didn't know). She watched the man carefully as he nodded his head at her, a way of greeting her with actually saying anything. Before she could do anything back though, the princess' eyes were ripped away from the princes'. Her breathe was caught in her throat and she stopped in her tracks. There, coming into view from behind the prince, was who she can only assume was an angel.

A woman: around 5'6, brown curly hair pulled up into a high bun, a few strands pulled from the front to frame her face. Cat-like eyes looking around in curiosity. She was nothing short of a goddess. Clementine could not deny she was undoubtedly the most angelic creature she had ever had the privilege to lay her eyes on. Clementine couldn't help but feel...funny. She didn't know what it was but she had never felt this way before. It reminded her of something she had read in a book. "Hear my soul speak: the very instant that I saw you. My heart fly to your service"

Clementine didn't know who this woman was, but in that moment she knew. She knew, she would do anything that woman asked of her.

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