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Breathe?! Rerally!? BREATHE!? Clem started fanning herself with her hands, trying to calm herself down but her rage was a little more overpowering than she had expected. Clem wasn't ready to calm, she wasn't the type to get over her anger quickly because she wanted things her way, right away. This was not her way! There was no fixing it right away! Evie could try all she wanted but Clem knew there was no calming her until her rage fizzled out. Boobs be damned, Clem didn't care what the problem was she just cared that it got fixed. "FIX IIIIIIIT." She whined angrily, stamping her feet and scrunching her face, a true embodiment of a spoilt brat having a tantrum over not getting what it was that she wanted, and a demon bride from hell - also not getting what it was that she wanted.

Clem turned her back to everyone and made her way to her dressing room, trying to go carefully so as not to tear her dress. She did not need that kind of drama. "I can't believe you, Evie. How could you have gotten so careless and fat?" She scolded, her tone harsh and unforgiving. "Everything needs to be perfect well in advance. Do you know what those Burke bitches will be like? Do you!? Because I can practically hear their shrill, loathsome little voices now, sniggering away like the bitches they are - WHY WON'T THIS COME OFF!?" She screamed at the end of her sentence, all in one breath, the back of her dress caught up somehow, preventing her from disrobing completely. Today was a nightmare. She'd hoped for some good, quality bonding with her sister and instead she got this. A nightmare. Worse than a nightmare. If this wedding wasn't perfect, and it was looking as though they couldn't get anything perfect right now, then she may as well kill herself because she would be the laughing stock of the wizarding world, Lucian wouldn't want to marry her, her no-longer future sisters-in-law would be howling away like the bitches they were and her parents would be ashamed of her. Everything needed to be exact and precise well in advance and right now, that wasn't happening.

Tag: Evangeline Lucille Nott
Words: 370
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sweet and Sassy

Only time would tell if things would work out between the two of them. Whatever happened they would be married, man and wife, and they would see to it that they had a child, it was the right thing for them to be doing but would they get on? Would this new but forced friendship develop into more? Clem wasn't sure. She'd never had the time to love before what with her duties keeping her busy. Planning a wedding and working high up in the ministry was time consuming. Add to that being a Death Eater and it was clear to see why Clem rarely had time for anything. She put in all her effort for social gatherings to appear the part of pureblood elite and she had her occasional dates with Lucian to get to know him better. Life was hectic but a part of her thrived on it, though when the stress became too much she was prone to her little outbursts, nothing that Lucian was yet to see, thankfully. There was plenty to keep hidden from him, the fact she was a Death Eater was probably the largest factor. He could wait until they were married before he found out that she was one of the Dark Lord's followers. As far as she was aware he was not a follower blessed with a mark but the he could have been, after all not everyone knew who everyone else was within the masked circle.

They chatted for a while and drank a little. Slowly Clem found herself moving closer and closer to Lucian, enjoying his company and feeling more than at ease with her fiancé. He seemed like a good man, funny at times too, and he was certainly attractive, that was for sure. Leaning into Lucian Clem placed her lips against his tenderly. Since they'd been officially engaged he'd been the only man she'd slept with, kissed even, and in a way it worked out well, she didn't have time to actively look for someone to fall in love with, it was too exhausting so having a guy on hand was kind of convenient, and soon they'd want an heir to the Burke name and fortune so it was going to be a busy couple of years trying for a son, something she was not at all disappointed about.

Tag: Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke
Words: 392
Notes: <3
Outfit: Your bride, sir

The moment came. The dress was on. Clem stood looking at herself in the mirror for a moment, taking herself in as she imagined what she would look like with her hair done up and the veil on. She was radiant and she knew it. There were few occasions in life where you had to look your absolute best, but your very own wedding day had to be the stand out, single, most significant look of your lifetime and Clem felt that this look was absolutely perfect for her. On the day she'd be even more perfect but for a dress fitting this was about as perfect as one could get. She was excited to be sharing the moment with Evie. The veil was fitted and Evie circled the dress, reaching out and touching at the veil with the lightest of fingers, barely disturbing the delicate fabric. Both Lucian's mother and her own mother had wanted to be here. Her other bridesmaids too, but this was a moment she wanted to share only with her maid of honour. Evie was her best friend as well as her sister. They had secrets that they shared only with one another and while her wedding dress wasn't a huge secret, she wanted everyone to be awed by her reveal. The day was creeping closer and closer and it was becoming harder and harder not to divulge details, no matter how little.

"They're damn lucky I look so remarkable and that there's not a thing wrong with the gown." Of course if it didn't fit it would have been her own fault, through gaining or losing weight, it wouldn't have been the shops fault or the seamstress' but Clem wouldn't have cared, she would have lost her mind at somebody and blamed someone else entirely. Another reason why she'd only wanted Evie around. Her sister had seen a meltdown or two before, with her mother in law to be around, and even her own mother, she'd have to be on her very best behaviour, something she didn't much feel like being at such a crucial stage of wedding preparedness. "All right, your turn, get into your dress so I can laugh at how much weight you've gained in order to make me look skinnier by comparison." She said, a small smile tweaking the corners of her lips, her hands rested on her hips as she turned to look at herself in one of the many mirrors. The dress really was spectacular and, if Evie knew one thing above all else, it was that Clem was indeed joking about her gaining weight. If her dress didn't fit then it would most certainly be meltdown central.

Tag: Evangeline Lucille Nott
Words: 450
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sweet and Sassy

The idea of an evening with Lucian was actually quite charming in many aspects, even tonight his company was well received for Clem knew she only had a short time to get to know her fiancé before he would become her husband, and she'd rather get to know as much about him as possible while she wasn't tied down to him. Who knew, perhaps she'd unEarth some insane notion that he was actually secretly some muggle loving fool and it would be enough to call off the wedding and perhaps give her a second chance to find someone she actually loved to settle down with. It was probably quite unlikely. Lucian seemed pretty normal and anti-muggle and she could have married worse. She'd do her duty and become his wife, she'd give him children - hopefully a couple of heirs right off the wand. Her position at the Ministry would not be in danger, she would work all through her pregnancy and once her child was born it would be raised by just about everyone else. She would of course have a continuous presence in her child's life, her parents had been constant in hers, but she had more to do than just be around from time to time. Clem could remember her parents being actively involved in her upbringing but there was no way Clem would give up her career for her children, perhaps if she loved Lucian she'd find a way, but there was no love. She liked him but love was too far to stretch and was possibly never going to happen.

"Aww," She cooed with a coy little smile, it was sweet that Lucian had been thinking of her but a meal out was entirely not necessary. She and Evie had absolutely gorged themselves when they'd gotten back to the flat and Clem knew she wasn't going to be able a decent meal for the next week or her dress would need expanding and Lucian's oh-so-lovely sisters would never let her live down how horrendously huge she was. Of course Livia wasn't so much the issue, it was the other two that seemed to think they were better than everyone else. Well Clem was comfortable enough with who she was to not let them bother her. She'd carry on being Clem because clearly she was a fantastic match for Lucian, all four parents must have thought so for the arranged marriage to go ahead. "That's so sweet of you, Lucian." He was clearly very thoughtful and not in the slightest bit pushy. She was glad she wasn't marrying the type of man that would demand she get dressed up to go out for the evening when she was clearly ready for a night on the couch with a good book. "After rabbit food for lunch Evie and I kind of had our fill when we got back here, but if you want something to eat I'd be happy to make you something, or we could order something in, what do you fancy?" Because if he was planning on asking her out for dinner then he hadn't yet eaten and she wasn't just going to let him starve. She thought of summoning the family house elf to come make something for Lucian but she was rather capable in the kitchen and thought it rather more personal for her to make him something than to have something else made in her home for him by something else.

Tag: Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke
Words: 578
Notes: <3
Outfit: Your bride, sir

The day had arrived and Clementine Nott was not as nervous as she had anticipated. She and Lucian had not known one another all that well before their arranged marriage but over the course of their engagement they’d become closer and Clementine had decided that he was certainly someone that would make a wonderful husband. She also knew that could have just been a show but Lucian seemed far too genuine to be deceitful, Clem believed he was honestly a good person and once they were married he would continue to be. If not then she was fine with killing him if he ever did anything she truly disapproved of. There was a lot she believed she could tolerate in an arrange marriage but violence towards her was something she would not allow. She may have seemed like a charming and sweet wife to be for Lucian but she was a cold blooded killer when she wanted to be. She’d taken more lives than she could remember and she’d done so with ease. But she wouldn't need to take Lucian's, she was certain of it for now. He'd be a good enough husband and in return she'd be a good enough wife. Tit for tat. That was how these marriages worked.

In the back room of the church Clem was being fussed over by her bridesmaids, straightening out her gown as she stood there being taken care of. Her mum fussed around with her hair a little while her sister shooed everyone out the way as she floated the veil on over. Very delicately Clem's mum too the veil and slid the piece into Clem's hair, skilfully arranging it so the slide wasn't visible. Altogether Clem was absolutely flawless, at least that was the gist she got from the mountain of compliments she got from her bridesmaids and mother. Everything was as it should have been. The last couple of days had been full of tantrums with perfection being at the centre of every single one of them but the day was here and everything was falling in to place as it should. Clem had faith that her brother was doing well as an usher, welcoming their guests on behalf of the family while her father waited outside of the chamber door. This was the day he was giving away his eldest daughter. A match potentially made in heaven if Lucian was who he seemed to be, Clem thought and just so long as it outshone her very soon to be sister in laws wedding coming up sometime in the Winter, then Clem would be even more pleased at the end of the year.

Laughing and giggling occurred as talk of the wedding night started, Clem allowed herself to fall in to the conversation rather than worry about what was happening beyond the chamber doors. She saw no sense in worrying right now and was certain that all was going to plan. Everyone involved in the wedding was under rather strict instructions on what to do and when to do it. Behaviour guidelines were set down by Clem and if her future sister in laws were even the slightest bit a pain in the arse then Clem knew Evie would have her back and hex the three little bitches. This was her day, her's and Lucian's and she wouldn't have three little tarts take anything away from her. Clem was just pleased she had the sense not to ask them to be a part of her bridal party, she had plenty of friends to fill the spots and a couple of cute little flower girls. The ring bearer was a sweetheart, six years old, blonde hair and blue eyed. He'd steal the show if it wasn't for her radiant self and of course her handsome bridegroom. A little flutter stirred in Clem's stomach at the thought of Lucian stood waiting for her at the end of the aisle. It was going to be a fantastic day had by all provided no one pissed her off!

A knock came from the door and Clem took a deep breath as her fathers voice sounded out. They were ready. It was time. The ladies all helped Clem out of the room, her mum giving her a teary peck on the cheek before heading off to find her seat at the front of the church. Evie grabbed the wedding bouquet for Clem as well as her own flowers. They all got in to place and the music started, the flower girls heading down the aisle first, scattering a combination of rose and peony petals that matched the ones from Clem's bouquet. The little ring bearer made his way down the aisle, a cooing of 'aww' could be heard over the gentle harp music that played. Evie checked Clem over and handed her the bouquet as the first of the bridesmaids started down the aisle of the church. One by one with their miniature versions of her bouquet they all looked splendid and Evie was the last to go. So far absolutely everything seemed perfect. Evie was next and then took her place near the alter where Clem knew her fiancé was waiting for her. With a deep breath she took her father's arm as he whispered to her and he too gave her a peck on the cheek. It was finally time.

The wedding march began to play and everyone that was seated stood and turned to catch a glimpse of the bride before the official walk down the aisle began. Clem began walking in sync with her father. The front of her veil was pulled down over her face while the rest gently rested against her dress and was pulled along on the floor behind. At the end of each pew little miniature bouquets that matched her main bouquet were all in perfect order. Clem kept her focus forward, eyes fixed on Lucian as her father accompanied her down the aisle to give her away but she took in every little detail she could along the way. She took note of the more remarkable people among the crowd, the ones she could see at least and she made sure to carry herself correctly, she did not want to start her marriage off to Lucian by embarrassing him, or herself for that matter, on their wedding day. Once she reached the alter the music from the harp and the organ died down and her father kissed her cheek once more through the veil. She stepped up to meet Lucian while her father took his seat next to her mother. This was finally it.

Tag: Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke , Evangeline Lucille Nott , Euphadora Rose Parkinson , Finley Charles Avery , Lilith A. C. Lestrange , Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke , Livia Eleanor Grace Burke , @nick , Rabastan Aramis Lestrange , Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange , @sybil , Tersha Alara Knight , Vienna Phoebe Rosier
Words: 1,112
Notes: Finally here!!! <3 One shots only and after Lucian! Post if you want, you don't have to. Purebloods and notable people invited. I may have only tagged one of your accounts when more than one may have attended the wedding. Just let us know who was at the wedding in a PM so we can keep track. Thanks!
Outfit: Dress -- Dress Back -- Hair -- Veil -- Bouquet

Time was closing in and their wedding would be upon them before they knew it. Clementine didn't really mind Lucian's family all too much, they were about the same as anyone else's really, although his two older sisters were rather snobbish but the youngest seemed okay enough. Clem was more than aware that the stance she and her sister took in the wizarding world separated them from amongst their own, they were seen as a little weird by many but with their ministry jobs and being female, they were needed to be kind to just about everyone they met and she just hoped Lucian wouldn't hold it against her. At least after they were married she'd be able to share her little secrets with him and hopefully, she thought, he wouldn't be too intimidated by her. There weren't many female Death Eaters in the ranks, a lot of women just didn't have the stomach to do what needed to be done, but Clem and her sister were not like that, sure they seemed welcoming and cheery on the outside, but if you knew the real Nott sisters, they were really rather ruthless and a little twisted if she was being completely honest!

"Not at all," She smiled, they still had that little awkward 'I don't really know you all that well so I'm going to put on a super lovely act' kind of vibe going on, Clem always had some kind of act on but she found she was gradually lowering it was Lucian, a little at a time, and this evening, as much of a surprise as it was to see Lucian, she was pleased he had visited, even if it was unannounced and she was in her relaxing gear, ready to settle down for the night. "That's so sweet of you, Lucian." She smiled, stepping next to him and reaching her arm up towards him. As he leant down a little for her she slipped her arm over the tops of his shoulders and kissed his cheek. Letting him go she took the chocolates with a smile and took hold of his hand, leading him off towards the kitchen, "Can I get you anything?" She asked, looking back over her shoulder, "Tea, water ... half a bottle of gin." She jested with a cheeky grin before turning the corner with Lucian into her little kitchen space. It wasn't a large or extravagant flat but it was her own little space and it was comfortable for her. She spent a lot of her time working or planning a wedding these days so it wasn't as if she was in need of anything any larger than this for the time being and soon she and Lucian would have their own place.

Tag: Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke
Words: 460
Notes: <3
Outfit: Your bride, sir

The bar was hopping, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and having the time of their lives. The atmosphere of Charmed always had a way of keeping everyone upbeat and friendly enough, perhaps bordering on a little too friendly at times. Of course the place wasn't perfect by any means, no place was. There were fights that broke out, men on men, women on women and sometimes women on men or women on men but it all seemed to be swept under the rug rather professionally. There were quite a few trendy places in Whimsic Alley but Charmed was by far the best and usually attracted all the right sorts. It was definitely a favourite of Clem's and after a couple of drinks she'd be up on the dance floor, shaking her arse a little and getting in to the rhythm of the music. It didn't matter that she was here alone, she'd blend in as part of the crowd easy enough, just another body amongst the masses with absolutely nothing special about her, just what she was after from her late night out.

People started filling in to the nightclub and Clem got her order in quickly. A couple of drinks and over to a free table before they all filled up, of course once they were all full tables would become empty once more. People would get up to dance, freeing up the tables so others could sit, drink and then leave to dance once more. It was a good cycle, everything in the nightclub flowed well and life here was just simple. There was nothing to worry about apart from having a good time and the nightclub certainly knew how to have one hell of a good time, encouraging its patrons to enjoy the night as much as they could and Clem intended to do just that, just as soon as she was finished with the drinks she was now sat down, drinking, completely oblivious to anyone possibly recognising her right now.

Tag: @lizzie
Words: 335
Notes: <3
Outfit: Night Out Alone