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[onryou-onryou]

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[f10werfae]

Lumberjack!Henry Cavill: Oneshot Masterlist

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Welcome to @f10werfae’s library of Lumberjack!Henry

♥️Here is my main masterlist

♥️Henry Cavill Masterlist

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:This is my collection of one shots of Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Reader

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Dating ♥️:

•From Kissies to Sex Lumberjack!Henry × Shy!Reader

: After a brief argument Henry comes back to claim his precious babygirl's virginity, after giving her second set of sweet lips a few kissies (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

• Sugar Sweet Tongue Lumberjack!Henry x Short!shy!Reader

: Sweet little Y/n has caught the eye of the local lumberjack, and he gives her a lesson or two in tonguing and kisses

•More Kissies and Workouts Lumberjack!Henry x Short!shy!Reader

: Sweet shy little Y/n joins her new older boyfriend for one of his workouts, but can she keep up?

Married 💍:

• Kissies and Waxed Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry)

• Sugar Sweet Thong Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

:After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can't keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)

• You’re Already So Sexy Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

: Henry has to uplift his woman after she has some major insecurities about herself and his pussy, but all she needs is him (Major Dom Henry)

• No Panties Indoors Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

: Housewife Y/n can't help but find her wild husband extremely sexy while he's fixing another one of his projects (Major Dom possessive Henry)

• But That’s Mine Hen! Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Pouty Y/n gets jealous when her grump of a man is approached by a certain woman; she can't help but stomp her foot and whine, showing everyone that he's hers and vice versa (Dom!Henry)

• Sugar Plum Princess Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

:Y/n feels a little under the weather after a snow day so Henry gives his sweet shy wife a taste of his special “medicine” (Major Dom Henry)

• Sugar Bun Cuddles Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: while on her period Henry has to put up with a little more attitude than normal, whilst also cuddling his precious sweet girl, and making sure she's taken care of, and baby Marly (Sweet!Henry) (Brat!Reader)

Pregnancy 🤰:

•Pregnancy on the brain Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Now that Henry’s successfully knocked up his precious darling wife, he has to keep an extra eye on her and their little miracle (Dom!Henry) (Emotional loving 🥹)

•Barefoot and Pregnant Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a 'hall pass' because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

•Milf and cookies Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!pregnant!Wife

: Henry's wants his shy wife's titty milk and pussy, a gender reveal, and baby Marly the Cat goes missing. (Lactation!Kink)(Dilf!Henry)(Dom!Henry)

•Grumpy Lumberjack and his Baby Bun Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Compilation of all the dirty things Henry as done to his baby bun, especially when she's pregnant (lactation, spit, dumbification, toys)

Daddy!Lumberjack Henry 🍼

•Daddy’s babies Lumberjack!Henry x shy!Mom!Reader

: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)

Drabbles:

Milky Business, Henry wants some

Clingy Pregnant!Shy!reader

Lumberjack!Henry catches reader playing with herself

Lumberjack!Henry's rules for his baby bun

Patricia makes fun of Shy Y/n's stutter, Lumberjack!Henry gets protective

List of Lumberjack!Hnery's little white lies

Shy!Reader hurts herself collecting flowers for Lumberjack!Henry

Lumberjack!Henry dealing with his drunk shy!wife

little bun is really clingy to Henry and she can't seem to let go for more than a few minutes

Y/n tries her new bunny butt plug that Henry got her for halloween, and she transforms into his true baby bunny bun

Lumberjack!Henry picks up his woozy girlfriend who is high on anaesthetic from the dentist, she may not remember who this handsome man is

Y/n doesn’t understand what being wet means

Y/n has pumping lip gloss and gives Henry kissies

Short Asks 🤍:

Would they ever break up?

Lumberjack!Henry “snaps” at Shy!reader

Cravings while pregnant

Would lumberjack!Henry and shy!reader ever break up?

Customer is rude to Baby bun

If shy!reader ever went through a miscarriage

Lumberjack!Henry catches pregnant reader doing something dangerous

Pregnant!Shy!Reader crochets her grumpy husband a stuffed rabbit for their little miracle

Expanding their sexcapades

Shy!Reader’s emotional trauma background

Lumberjack!Henry and bunbun during a thunderstorm

Asshole tries hitting on Shy!Reader

What does Shy!Reader do while her hubby works

Shy!Reader moves in with Lumberjack!Henry

Does Lumberjack!Henry and his babygirl have any pets?

Has Shy!Reader ever faked an orgasm?

Their Favourite Sex Position

Their favourite place to have sex

Sex Toys?

Naming process for the baby

Shy!Reader having a panic attack

Have they made a sex tape?

Pregnant!Reader gets injured while pregnant

Shy!Reader knits him a teddy

Has lumberjack!Henry met shy!reader’s parents

[reneedenoailles]

They behead valets, don't they ? (a vfv oneshot)

HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE END OF VFV !

fandom: vying for versailles pairing: implied / mentioned renée x louis characters: renée de noailles (called victoire here), alexandre bontemps rating: M word count: 1176 words. trigger warnings: implied animal abuse, implied daddy issues i guess. also victoire enacting psychological warfare on a 39 year old man. also talk of mildly gory public executions. summary: after framing alexandre for the murder of queen maria theresa, victoire de noailles, duchess of marly & official mistress decides to see alexandre in the bastille, before his execution. tagging: @rc-catalog

La Bastille, 1667.

Footsteps echoed throughout the halls, causing Alexandre Bontemps to snap out of his reverie, soon realizing how cold the ground of this prison cell was. Prison... Never in his life had he thought the King - whom he had worked to serve since boyhood - would lock him in the prison reserved for traitors to the Crown. All because of her... Victoire.

The one he brought to court - who he thought he could use. He hated to admit it, but she had outsmarted him. Never, in his thirty-nine years of living, had he felt so silly. He had been outplayed. "This way." He heard de Montlezun speak, right before he turned around.

And there she was. The Queen. The strongest piece on the board. He turned, scowling as he saw the source of his troubles. She had her usual smirk painted on those dark red lips, a smirk that Alexandre despised more than anything - the very same smirk that caused him to end up here.

"Didn't think you one for prayer." Victoire finally spoke, causing him to get up. Standing so tall, and yet, so... inferior. She smiled up at him, gold jewelry shining in his eyes. "I am not." He quietly replied. "But sometimes one tries to rely on the ones from Above, if those on Earth fail him." Even through his quiet tone, Victoire could hear his inner anger - the anger he's worked for so long to keep hidden underneath his wicked smiles. "I know you poisoned the Queen." "I have no idea what you mean." She viciously replied, of course - knowing exactly what he meant by that. They both knew, but clearly, one of them had the upper hand.

"All I know is that you killed her, and tried to frame me for both, the attempted murder of the King, and the murder of the Queen."

Alexandre got closer, tenaciously gripping onto the jail cell's bars - getting his face as close as he could. His features, clearly affected by both his age, and this recent turn of events, hardened, displaying his anger. "You will never get away with this." "Looks like I will." Victoire, on the other side, could not possibly look any brighter. This felt cathartic to her, breaking free of Alexandre's control, and becoming the Queen of France, although she wasn't so sure of that last part - it all depended on Louis. Queen or not, what mattered to her most was established: control, and by association, revenge.

She was elated at the mere thought of Alexandre's head on the chopping block, waiting for the sword to fall down on him. The Duchess of Marly's inner arrogance killed Alexandre - he hated her. He HATED her. And he hated himself. For bringing her to court, for not being smart enough on that note, for miscalculating... He shook the bars a little, his voice raising. "You're a witch ! You're nothing but a lowly, disgusting witch ! You'll burn in Hell for this !" He yelled at her, which simply made her laugh. To her, that was hilarious, watching Alexandre's mask slip off. He had made her cry before, and now she could crack him open, like an egg. A freshly picked egg from a chicken's nest - the chicken, in this case, being the King and his little creatures.

"I'd suggest you speak to me in another tone, Alexandre." While she was smiling - her voice seemed more commanding, as if she were chastising her maid. It instantly shut down Alexandre, as she continued. "I am the Duchess of Marly. You WILL speak to me with the due respect you owe me, Bontemps." She emphasized his last name, and his lack of titles along with it, before continuing. "While you may fancy yourself the little title of Valet, at the end of the day, you are a servant. A peasant, I'd even go as far as saying. Do not forget that the King was generous enough to have you die by the sword, like a noble. I could always change that..." She wrapped one of her hands around a bar of the cell, that empty look in her eye making him shiver and back away.

It was as if she had no emotion, her eyes showcasing a form of pure, yet disastrously calm madness. "I could always talk to the King about you." Victoire's lips curled into a smirk - one that displayed how much she actually held Alexandre in her palm. "You could be burned, like a witch. Like Bonne. Poor her." She didn't even mean those words, but the chill running down Alexandre's spine somehow... excited her, in a way. The memories of two years ago, the Valet blackmailing her, were still very fresh in her mind, so now that she had gotten the upper hand, she was going to at least have fun with it. "Maybe you'll be on the breaking wheel. Or maybe..."

She saw his fear, in those eyes, and how much he was trying to conceal said fear. "I'll have you quartered, like Ravaillac. He did kill a King... And you poisoned a Queen." "I did not ! You liar !" "Do not bark at me." She quickly responded, leaning in. "Your father must have trained the dogs better than that." At that thought - seeing how he immediately recoiled - she decided to keep going. She wanted him not only weak, but broken after this encounter. She wanted his mask to completely shatter. "I wonder how he would feel, if he saw you right now. What a disappointment his beloved son must be. More worthless than the dogs he trained."

"SHUT UP !" Alexandre suddenly yelled, tears streaming down his aged face. Victoire stepped back just a bit, letting go of the bars. She had never seen Alexandre cry, she didn't even know he could do that. But that ? It pleased her. She couldn't help but allow a little smirk to appear on her beautiful face, seeing him be the shadow of the man who blackmailed her. His father must have brought back painful memories, it seems.

He was entirely humiliated.

Reduced to this; a crying mess, on the floor, his knees giving away as he looked up to the woman who had kneeled down, to be on his level. Her smirk was still overwhelmingly present, looking down at him.

The way she looked at him... it wasn't like a woman looking at a man. It was like a chess player, looking at a pawn. Victoire leaned in, voice low, yet clear enough for him to hear.

"I own you, Alexandre."

And with that, he watched her get up, and dust herself off. Not even addressing him a last word - nothing. Simply turning on her heels, and walking away. He gripped onto the bars, watching her leave, waiting for the moment she would turn around and look at him.

"VICTOIRE ! VICTOIRE !" He screamed her name, louder, and louder - as loud as he could, loud enough to lose his voice. But she was already gone.

And there he lied, all alone, in his cell. In the dark.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

James and Lily together made lots of people happy. Most of the school expected them to end up together at some point. After so much they went through. So their new relationship was the hottest news. There were cheers and congratulations from students and teachers.

Of course not everyone was happy. Snape had ran away from the Great Hall as quickly as he could, looking mortified. Some envious girls that used to be after James looked jealous. Other Slytherins simply didn't care.

But most Gryffindors were happy for their Head Boy and Head Girl. Especially their friends who had seen mutual pinning from both parts.

So Remus didn't understand why Marlene looked sentimental and was quiet.

"Everything okay, Marly?" he asked wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"I love James and Lily, and I am happy for them. But I am angry that for everyone that is normal" she sighed pointing at the new couple "You know, boy and girl... But when Dorcas and I got together everyone thought we were some crazy girls having a phase. They still think that we will eventually marry some blokes when we are done with these 'nonsense'"

Remus, being gay himself, and trans (aka different from what was expected), understood perfectly what his friend was saying. He had recently come out to his friend group and although they were supportive, Remus knew what the rest thought.

Plus, he knew he could never be with the boy he fancied that way. Even if Sirius had kissed him. It would be harder even to be open like James and Lily. Or even admit their feelings like them. Sirius had asked him for time to figure things out. With girls, Sirius had been open to snog them in front of everyone though.

"This bloody society sucks, doesn't it?" Remus commented with sorrow.

"Yeah" And Marlene was the same. Cause even if she and Dorcas were happy together, they were always going to be criticized. Stupid Homophobia.

"But I am with you, you know?" Remus whispered in her ear "I think you and Dorcas are cute together. And I am happy that you are happy with her"

"Thank you, Remus" Marlene gave him a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek "You are adorable" and a chin squeeze "I am pretty sure any bloke would be lucky to have you"

Remus's eyes immediately went to Sirius, almost unconsciously.

"Thanks Marly" he hugged her tighter. "Gay power?" he asked showing her his fist.

Marlene smiled "Gay power" she hit his fist.

At least Remus was glad to have queer friends who knew his struggle.

[marly-mahal-ko]

rubbing my hands together like an evil little fly muwehehe. yeah this isn’t the sideblog but uhh this s/i also isn’t even sky-spider so lets just roll w it

That morning was long, much longer than Marly would’ve wanted. But now she got to see Viktor, seeing him after her first class always made her feel much better. She held her bag close as she walked through the hallways, all until someone practically slams right into her side.

A young woman knocked into her from an intersecting hall, her hands full of books and gadgets. When the two hit, the latter slips on the floor, and a few of the little machines hit the floor with a sharp clang.

“Ack! Oh my goodness- Oh my god! I’m so, so sorry!” She rambled, quickly trying to see if the student was alright.

{{WOOAHAHAHA BEST JUMPSCAR EVERR OKOK,,,, who is this s/i bekhehke}}

Marly quickly swiped her headset off her ears, hanging them around her neck. The first thing she did after that was bend down to help pick up some of the inventions, before looking back at the stranger.

"Ah, don't worry, you'e fine!" Marly replied, smiling as she held out her hands, each holding at least one machine. She then took a better look at one of the ones she was holding, before speaking again, "I don't believe I've seen you around. You're an inventor?" She added, seeming to recover rather quickly from the sudden impact. The appearance of the young woman was quite flashy, in comparison to the other students. While she sported the usual academy uniform, she also had a wild abundance of beaded bracelets around her wrists, as well as a purse that was bejeweled with keychains and pins. Even her dual toned glasses frames seemed to stand out.

"I'm Marly, by the way," She grinned, modding her head slightly as she talked.

[defensivelee]

The Lamentations of Mistress Morley: Because You Betrayed Me First

This is a new side story I'm trying out for Six Lives! Anne (Stewart) has a lot of things going on in the story, but I feel like it's impossible to fit them in and portray them as accurately as I'm thinking because the main POVs are all of her antagonists. So she gets her own side series! It'll be mostly in between main chapters, and very short compared to what I usually do, just to show what she's doing meanwhile-- it should be less than 10k words, and if it's more someone can hit me on the head with a baton.

So this is the first mini-chapter! Here is the link to the fic on AO3 (separate from the Six Lives link, but in the same series tag!) if you don't want to read on Tumblr. This takes place during the dwaallicht spirit festival in The Tenth Hot Spring, and Anne thinks she may have the beginnings of a plan to out James for the monster he really is.

CW: implied/referenced past child abuse, implied/referenced domestic abuse, implied/referenced torture, ableist language.

Even at the latest hour New Amsterdam was awake; Anne thought maybe it was the hour when it was actually most active. Especially now, with the beginning of the Western Kingdom’s reign, there were parades on every street, families taking their youngest children to witness their first religious celebration. If there was darkness, it came not from the sky, but from the haze in the air that made the stars impossible to see.

“Ugh, look at them, it’s disgusting,” Sarah said beside her. “Feeding their babies Ally propaganda! You see; that’s why the theocracy’s still here. Because of people like that.”

“You don’t complain when the Ally they worship is Marly,” Anne teased.

“His devil’s from the Eastern Kingdom,” Sarah huffed. “No Western Kingdom bullshit like Ally Bentinck. I’m just saying, if they’re gonna be stupid, they could at least do it the right way.”

“You sound like my father,” Anne said. She paused in front of the Hoerenkast they had been headed to, large and imposing with columns that twisted towards the sky in the shape of devil horns. She could see an Ally servant sweeping inside, but it was nothing remarkable. These places were open at all hours. “Is there a right way to be stupid?”

“There’s a wrong way to be smart,” Sarah said. She looked back behind her, in the direction of the ocean, where Anne knew her father was hosting a celebration for the dwaallicht spirits. He had complained in all the days leading up to it, but he was there now, and he couldn’t come for her here. He’d be furious later, but what else was new?

“I guess.” Anne turned resolutely to go inside the Hoerenkast, whisking past the servant without a greeting. Sarah followed her, and down the hall they went until they came to one of the only meeting rooms with its candles still on. Anne hesitated, reaching out to push the curtains to the side.

“Do you want me to stay here?” Sarah asked.

“No,” Anne said, a little more frantically than she intended. “I mean- no. Come with me?” She held out her hand, and Sarah took it with a laugh.

“Calm down, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know,” Anne said. She took a breath. “I know.” They stepped inside the room, where they found the Ally George fussing around with the plants beside his throne. There were gold bracelets hanging from his wrists, jingling with every movement he made, but other than that he wore nothing really flashy like most Allies. Somehow he had chosen his most boring suit today.

“Anne!” he blurted as he looked back. “Oh, my Ferocity, Anne. I didn’t expect to see you tonight. I thought you were going with James to the spirit party or whatever.” He cocked his head to the side. “Did something happen?”

“No, I just didn’t want to go,” Anne said. “So I didn’t.”

“And he...let you?”

“There wasn’t any way he could stop me if he didn’t know.”

“Anne!” George jumped slightly, stumbling back into the stream of water that twisted all around his room. He yelped and stepped out again. “Ferocity, I hate that thing. Why does there have to be water everywhere? It’s not like it ever did anything for the Allies.”

“Maybe you could start dressing more like the other Allies?” Sarah said. “You make everyone uncomfortable when you cover up that much, and it won’t be so annoying when you accidentally step into the water.”

“Why are you encouraging him to be like the other Allies?” Anne asked. “I like him like this. Besides, he looks great.”

“Yes, see, there we go,” George said. “Thank you, Anne.” He coughed awkwardly, and Anne snuffed out the candle closest to her with her tail. “So, isn’t your father going to kill you? What are you going to tell him?”

“That I love you and he’ll be the last thing to keep me from you,” Anne said. “But only in my head so he doesn’t actually kill me.”

“Then—?”

“I’ll think of something.” She shook herself out. “What are you doing, George, we literally haven’t seen each other in days and you’re out here asking about James?”

“Can I ask about you?” George smiled.

“By all the stars, you fool!” She laughed and leaped into his arms, kissing his face and pushing him back until he fell back on his throne. She lifted herself onto his lap and kissed him, one hand gripping his wrist and the other buried in his hair. He met the kiss with a small chuckle.

Don’t listen to Sarah, you look so hot right now, she thought at him, and his face flushed.

“Thank you,” he said. “Um, you too. So, have you killed anyone lately? Has your father sent you out on anything?”

“No,” Anne said. “Not yet, anyway, but the way Mary’s so bad at killing William, he might make me do it next.” She wasn’t completely opposed to the idea; out of all the people she had killed, he would be the one who deserved it the most.

George winced. “Anything about Charles’ murder?”

“Oh, please,” Sarah piped up behind them. “We all know it was James. Those are dwaallicht spirit tears.”

“Yes, George, it...doesn’t make sense,” Anne said. “It is to William’s advantage to take credit for the murder, it’s a whole thing if you kill an Overlifer, and the fact that Ally Bentinck had no idea what we were talking about when we asked him should say something. James pushing the blame so vehemently on them is no coincidence.”

“Oh, devils below,” George murmured. “So you really think your father killed his brother?”

Anne shrugged, sliding off of him to pace around the throne. “It’s what I’m thinking. I just wanted to get you in his presence, maybe, to see if you can pick up any clues from his mind when we talk about Charles to him.”

“I could do that,” George said, standing up. “I just don’t want you to upset him if you ask too many questions.”

“I’ll try not to, but what can I do?” Anne sighed. “Some days it could be anything that sets him off.”

“I know.” George glanced to the side. “And if it turns out to be true?”

“Then we tell all of the Disciples and we can get rid of James forever!” Sarah’s eyes flashed. “Nobody will want him around then! It’ll be a glorious revolution!”

“You would kill your father?” George’s eyes widened.

“Why not?” Anne said. “The Law of Honorable Succession is still in place and the Overlifers follow it, I could do it.” She took a deep breath, more shaken than she let on. It wasn’t so hard wishing that he was dead, praying to the Overlifers that had come before James to put a quick end to his reign, but it was something else to say that she would be the one to kill a violent, powerful man with six lives who happened to be her father.

I can do it, though, if I hate him enough. No problem. It’ll be nice to stab that self-satisfaction out of him. Besides, the Law of Honorable Succession stated the heir of any ruler may kill the ruler to take their place— clearly the devils before had thought of her. Clearly she was using the law as intended.

George blinked. “Anne, if you-”

“George, it’s fine,” she said hastily. “He’s an awful man, and I know he doesn’t deserve to live. I’ve always known that, this is just where I take action.” She’d come to the realization that her father was not just cruel, not just abusive, but pure evil, when she was rather young. She hadn’t known what to do with that information, though, not until now, when she saw that no one would question the divine authority of even the worst of Overlifers.

So it has to be me. It has to be us. Her and Sarah and George and Marly. The revolution within the revolution.

“You have a way of making things look easier than they are,” George said. “But if that’s what you want to do, I’ll be beside you as you slit his throat.” He seemed to immediately regret that statement as soon as he said it, shrinking back. “Just, uh, as long as I get to stand far enough away from him that I don’t have to really see it.”

Anne laughed. “Sure, I don’t mind that. The Law states I have to do it by myself, anyway.”

“About the Law...” George glanced at Sarah, then back at Anne. “Doesn’t it technically apply to James, too? If he killed Charles, isn’t that covered by the Law of Honorable Succession as long as the ruler has no children?”

“Well...yes, but you saw how angry everyone was about his death,” Anne said. “And they’ll be even angrier that James hid the fact in the first place and used it to stir up another war with the Devils of Orange-Nassau. It’s like Sarah said; nobody will want him around then. Nobody ever did want him around.”

“Ugh, except for Mary,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. “Law or no Law, she won’t care that James killed Charles, and she’s gonna be furious that you killed her beloved father. You know she’s next in line after him.”

“Oh, is that going to be trouble?” George asked.

“Mary?” Anne hesitated. “She’ll be the next Overlifer after James.” Try as she might, though, she couldn’t imagine her sister as the supreme authority of the Disciples, humanity, and ultimately, the world. She had always appeared too subservient to her father, as if she herself never expected to take over after him. Maybe she never would, if James’ lives lasted forever.

“If she lives long enough,” Sarah scoffed. “She’s bound to overdose at one point and die on the fucking streets as if she didn’t come from the richest family in New Amsterdam. Either that or she’ll kill herself first. She’s fucking psychotic.”

“Oh,” George said, clearing his throat. “Well, the Law doesn’t apply if you’re the youngest child, right, Anne? Mary will have good reason to execute you.”

“She could...but she won’t,” Anne said. “Because she won’t know it was us who killed James.” She raised her eyebrows, and Sarah narrowed her eyes with a wild grin.

“So we’re pulling the same thing your father did!”

“Yes.” Anne nodded.

“But before Mary gets her six lives-” George began, and Sarah interrupted excitedly.

“Under protection of the Law, we kill her too!” She laughed, taking Anne by the shoulders. “This is it, Anne! She’s gonna pay for every fucking thing she did to John!”

“R-Right.” Anne pushed her hair back. When she thought of killing Mary, there was a revulsion in her that was not there when she thought of killing James. Maybe because the idea was too new. Or maybe it was because all she could think of suddenly was when they were children, and she had seen the desperation in Mary’s eyes to please her father while also protecting her sister.

But that was gone now. Anne’s mind shied away from that; she thought of all the times she had tortured someone too gleefully, how she wiped the blood away from her face with a sadism in her eyes Anne had only ever seen in their father. How she smiled when someone begged for mercy, whereas Anne could only look at them with horror.

I don’t know what I want but it isn’t to kill you.

But Mary knew exactly what she wanted— her father at the head of the universe, and all his enemies dead.

That is who we are killing, George. Forget everything else you just saw. Got it? Anne turned to George, who nodded rapidly.

“And then you will be queen!” Sarah cried. “Queen of all the world, Anne! Imagine that!”

“That’s a world I don’t mind living in,” George said, his eyes sparkling. “You’d make a fairer Overlifer than your father. And six lives, Anne, that’s a long time to live.” He lifted his hand to cup her face. “If you lived forever...”

“I don’t want to live forever,” Anne said, turning away. “I just want to live long enough to see Mary and James pay. As an Overlifer I’ll do everything they could never do.” She smiled back at Sarah and George. “As long as you’re with me.”

“Nothing could take me from you, Anne,” George said. He bowed low, taking her hand to kiss it.

“I’ll be friends with an Overlifer!” Sarah bounced slightly, clapping her hands. “You’ll be more powerful than the devils themselves!”

Power. It wasn’t something Anne had ever thought about. More often she thought about leaving, but there wasn’t anything she could imagine doing outside of her life here. Maybe this was something she was better suited for; it was the only thing she knew.

There was silence, and then George squeezed her hand. “But you don’t have to if you think it’s too much for you.”

“It- it isn’t,” Anne said. “Maybe it’s just what I need. Maybe it’s what the world needs.”

“If anyone can fix this fucked up universe, it’s you, Anne,” Sarah declared. She leaned on Anne’s shoulder, her eyes glinting.

Yeah, maybe it’s me. Anne stood up taller. Maybe it was her who would finally get rid of their dreaded rivals and their horrific leader, that Caliban.

Sarah’s phone buzzed, and she flinched as if it startled her. She glanced down at the screen and her eyes widened in shock. “Anne...”

“What? What is it?” Anne tried to peer over her shoulder, then looked at George.

George bowed his head, closing his eyes to focus on reading what Sarah was looking at in her mind. “It’s Ally Marly. He says that Monmouth accused James of killing his brother.”

Anne gasped. “Clever pup! What else?”

“John had to fight him off, but he let him go,” Sarah whispered. “Disobeyed orders to kill him. And James is furious.” She looked up, her eyes clouding over with worry. “I have to go to him—!”

“No!” Anne cried. “We- we can’t go there right now! He’ll be even madder at me!”

“I have to go, Anne, what if James tries some of his bullshit again?” Sarah said. She paused, taking Anne’s hand. “You can stay here if you want, if it’s safer.”

“No, no- no, Sarah, you have to stay!” Anne said. “If he comes here, then what- what am I going to do?”

“He’s not going to come here,” Sarah said. “He doesn’t even know we’re here.” She took Anne’s face in her hands, leaning in close. “I can stop by at your house later, okay? But right now I have to go see him before James does anything to him. I can’t make him stop, but I can try.”

Anne paused, then shut her eyes, leaning into Sarah’s touch. “Be safe.”

“I will. You too.” Sarah pushed the hair out of Anne’s eyes. “Stay with George, okay? I’ll let you know how it goes. I love you.” She kissed Anne on the nose, and with that turned to rush out of the Hoerenkast. Anne watched her go, her heart beating so painfully in her chest until she couldn’t stand anymore, and she stumbled into George’s arms.

“Damnit, George—!” she let out, her tears spilling out all over his jacket. “He did it first! And now he’s fucked, Marly’s fucked, how can we ever expect to fight back when he has such a chokehold on us?!”

“It’ll pass,” George said, holding her tightly. She heard him swallow. “His anger, I mean. You say it passes, so it will this time, as always.”

“I’m scared,” Anne admitted. “Scared for us all. If James and Mary lead the Disciples, then what hope do we have? What hope does the world have?”

“That’s why we’re killing them, right?” George attempted to smile. “So there’s hope in the first place. And- and you’ll be the one to do it!”

That was hilarious; for someone who was supposed to herald a new hope for the ancient Overlifers, she could find none at all within her.

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List of friends

Cortana zahra neiva Jessa rhodes

Travis Fimmel Satoshi Tajiri Mariya Putina eskmo

wil wheaton matthew broderick

tom cruise wine

steven spielberg fergie

vin diesel

camila cabello kaia

adam driver

charlotte francesca phat Zelda relly

rob hawkins

lizzy vanessa zac

katrina

eskmo

Ildris elba akira toriyama brody

kimbal musk haley lu richardson ana de armas demi

johnny Simms gia valentina adam blac ava dalush

johnny depp gesalf josephine skriver amerie

watt jobs winter jade wolf Megan good

george

olivia wilde Isaac liev schreiber earl jones

kristen bell

selena quintanilla green pete jacky

harrison mark olga

eve mavrakis liam

valerie

anato james jeff soto

jack hibbs christopher rygh

silvia jons nikolas artem michelle can

sydney cole taylor sands

phoenix twilight castle play diamond

britney spears jamie watson marysia

kosinska aubri ibrag viki odintcova

lisa stelly luis vesciglio afra saracoglu lily chey katya polyak

billie joe armstrong david jack guirl lily ermak margot robbie helen owen sohn

lili del bosqué angelina petrova andee layne nilam farooq

julian gross nastya nass chris perez

elijah wood sean astin

gabby rodriguez

alli martinez monika jablonska christiano ronaldo lloyd omadhebo

adele

ziggy azalea renae cruz james blake

bailey stewart taylor rae angelica kara

taylor rae

ashly anderson

thebe neruda kgositsile krista keehus

brandon marston hefner

tyler okonma sarah fergley daniel hernandez

steven rinella brenton thwaites chloe pacey

james patrick caviezel nina milano

jason ritcher

leonardo dicaprio constanze saemann shia lebouf tavis bradley

alyssa funk jessica alba

monique friend ali

ryan huber shea jones

esther heesch jenna j ross alejandro

psychic surfing

charm bomb blast brique bambi

northwood blyth

alina malai steven spenser pearce mia marli

anjelica ebbi evelin stone carlotta bruna biel juste

max reynders emily butt robert coral

birdwell henry cavill

annie belsar

alexandria can nahuatl hailee steinfeld cameron smoller michelle olvera maluma

koti rose rima vaidila charlotte carter

allen gifo

ginebra emma mae emma macdonald chris styan alex brown grace villarreal

gemma arterton asuna fox imogen heap wir russell brand jeff goldblum

vincenzo luvineri elçin sangu matilda

anna ingrid lutz antonio folletto alex roe

felipe andres coronel carla morrison

julianne hough winona ryder lindsay hansen                

ryan reynolds chris pratt ella hughes

danny d kornelia suchecka

ryan gosling caprice maddy belle

tabatha natalie zbrailova sam

worthington maria ozawa alfonso ribeiro jada pinkett smith

orlando bloom kiera knightley will smith vanessa chester

kate beckinsale cazzie david hailie jade johnathan jim sturgess evan rachel wood

kara david williams nastassia vitskop clarrise

nicole kidman amy adams rachel

mcadams steven strait

brad pitt jeff daniels angelina steven downes

keanu reeves michael jackson halle

berry hozier how to dress well

jenna ortega thalia crawford brianda deyanara

clara noa rigmor kitty de jong yasmin

amneeria susanna wurs

nicole pry below ska lydia ldsse riley reid jordan ullman lana rhoades majid al maskati

bruce venture serapis queen victor dee dee

sasha rose dj laya

victor lou nina james light daria sidorchuk

karol g

mauro gentile

megan batoon michelle lewin

alyssa bernal justin bieber bridget satterlee kate

savannah thales

bree

fevre stefanie scott sasha obama chris milton

bella

daisy john boyega irine meier

ana cheri anita frankie miles

bensu soral bas hakan bas eva dos

santos emanuel sasha rose

eddy grim Pollyanna fruzsi tóth andrea furnari franceska fournier

jesse kat oddica

katrina jade victoria sweet

irine

martyna matt black renee herbert manue kornisiuk susan noyes taylor kitsch

8 9 1 0 2

inja zalta taylor lee iskra lorena duran

harli lotts shanth enjeti klaudia marcel karussel livia brito pestana Marcel vivan russo

dina denoire rachel cook maneet kaur longia aslihan malbora

kevin parker amalia flores crystal hannah

ari vega

victoria loren ela velden jessie

jacqueline

france femme helaine rôse tieu

alex zedra kristine froseth nadzbanag alina samsonova mehdi luciana

alloy ash

kandle osborne alesha bush owl hoo taniana

amber nikolawashere morgan ketzner dpat sophia rose bandit almila ada

robert clarence irwin

raquel rojas maleph ishen lucas lima avneet kaur dibujante

Porna justin hayward gundam evan

chris hemsworth kevin johnson hayao miyazaki

jordan mcewen

Chris Palio j. d. pardo

merve jessy hartel sarah innocenzi whosjessy

pien wekking daria esra heijmans diana raych

ege dev suggs asli enver kasia bielecka

bahar sahin natalia barulich yasmin

wilshin marlen valderrama alvarez

polina rai hande ercel aly bivins Olivia culpa

janina patricia summersett larae lain bray hadlie plummer

monique kivela

georgia fowler christian jami lyn fehr jelena marija

ola przywitowska camila morrone

marleen maja alex hunter fitzalan

chelsey pecoy michelle vivasl kaya ozgu arunya guillot

emily tanner katya kotaro nail ardevora olivia munn

abby neff okaginer kleofina zeynep tugce bayat

ashley thompson

renee murden girl_favorite_girl jemima robinson mimi schorer

katie color broken crown bogdana daniya

cassie amato chuiko model gigi paris mishka chantal silva

irina dreyt aidee alexandria hernandez emily feld nancy leonard

kristina pimenova nata lee shelby bay clements twins

kattrin katti laura kristina leskiv eterygel

melis tuzunguc justin cylnes dubnitskiy anna belik

darya taranik marie antoinette

chocolatier julia rompalska leyla lydia tugutlu

razi arianna hicks abrill rios cassandra cano maler

polina zavalskaya monia xodidar maddie carina

kanadie morrison oleksandra stephanie knight jade rostoldo

marina yuliya ivan felicia fontaine angela fabiola

bekky aliya yalaya isabela moner llayda akdogan

mich perez burcu ozberk barbara palvin nastia karagodina

ines sandy cheeks karol sevilla gabriele millas

cairo dwek rits badiani alice matos joe jonas

lera petrenkoo kristi veronich anzhelika

ruslana raquel chaves natalia arants eva luky anova

sinem unsal valenti vitell

violetta fedorenko

anastasia revenko seray kaya gulper ozdemir adriana

niki jensen

gizem gunez alina dub elizabeth lenard cindy mello

nicola mcpherson leonie lagriffoul

kristina bridget mendez

ry anya charly jordan bel maia pangaea festyle

ashli moreno jess beatriz bekyg

kimberly daugherty kamilla mraz

deanna bessin lera elena kamperi luiza marquesa

nesrin cavadzade vokatya paula jailyne

kielah marie mara lafonta kleofina

shaelah olya emilia jodie

too many feels elena anne paula manzanal

dacre montgomery blue-ranger

savino quatela

carla tofano ulzzang

sacred

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elk hooves anna saturn

shyla jennings

megan fox

alex coal

sagrada jennifer lawrence

Ensenada nohely

jeff bezos jason morgan terence paul winter

brook

atu

milla jovovich

weeknd natalie

lahwf harry san fran Big Sur

daniel craig iamjapanese

margret gnarr capri anderson

mina diva

felice fawn

gambino jerry seinfeld veronica

balestrini rakim mayers rihanna

lido halsey megumi ogata g eazy

yoke miyamura bebe rexha

nina paladino leo rebecca catherine

smith anllela sagra

alyssa hudson

emma coronel aispuro cara delahoyde massey kostja ullmann lily james mackenzie foy gracie abrams meghan markle

kerry cherry courtney james miguel

robles caitlin stacey angela aguilar

anna dj dangerous

haim jynx key peele

5 6 7 8

shakira spawn

cun mina girl tube guru Paige

I'm done with you!

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Writerblr 5 Senses Tag Game!

5 snippets of the five senses you've written, the only rules are you can't write the snippet after seeing this and do as many as you can; I'll go first.

Object interaction (touch)

Marlie reaches out, hands around the crown when alarms ring. The sound bellows from the room, down the hall, and wherever it could. Marlie glances at her hand- where her pinky finger just barely passes through a laser that most certainly wasn't there before.

From "Get Rich Or Spy Trying" (yes, this can apply to sound but whatever)

Taste

She sat next to me, pulling pieces off of the bread with her fingers and popping them into her mouth. I simply bit into mine. The outside exploded into crunchy heat and spice. Inside was meat and vegetables with some sort of slightly sweet sauce, cooked to perfection. I took a sip of the cider, letting the familiar taste and warmth relax myself.

From "Lightning, Crowns and Blades", a current WIP

Place or character description (Sight)

The captain stands at the helm, dark brown hair swept under her wide brimmed leather hat. Her hat- very much like her hair- is adorned with feathers and shells, weaved into the gold embroidery. A long jacket in a patchwork of colors dons her frame, cuffs at the wrist over stolen bangles. Underneath the coat, attached at her hip is her sword. It’s made to be her own, the hilt silver metal and lined with ruby stones, blade the perfect mix of flexible and study.

From an unnamed short story

Smell

The forest fell behind us as we approached the Glade. The scent of burning fir and wood filled the air, which made all of us pick up our pace. The Glade was on fire, flames and smoke swirling up in the air, stinging our eyes.

From my unnamed short story about pirates

From "Lightning, Crowns and Blades" (sorry I haven't really described smells that much)

Sound

Pirates are not often depicted as cheery, so it’s quite a surprise to see a crew of them bellowing sea shanties. They don’t sing like you’d expect- words rolling together into ar’s and yar’s, rough and calloused- more like the mythical sirens, soft and smooth, nearly enchanting.

From an unnamed short story

No pressure tags: @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes @authoralexharvey @magic-is-something-we-create and anyone else who wants to!

[1anzuma1]

The Biggest problem found in Delina Hair Mist | How to avoid imitation of it

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[trocbuy]

Trocbuy: Bureau à Marly Situé dans la zone d'activité Les Dix muids à Marly, au 1er étage de l’immeuble, bureau très lumineux sur 2 niveaux : -1er niveau : Un hall d’entrée avec WC homme et femme, un open space avec coin cui...

[mitchbeck]

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[blondiest]

btw. fun facts about Halle

family is either new england old money or DC new money

her mom is. overbearing & kinda critical.

her dad is fine overall

she joined the SPK bc her aunt on her father's side was killed by the yotsuba Kira

unexpectedly fond of near (<- true of the whole SPK btw. or what's left of it after Mello kills a bunch of em) and likes working for him. felt very fulfilled in her role at the SPK in terms of the importance / value of her work and in terms of the appreciation for it

i just decided she thinks Gevanni is a little annoying. not VERY. just slightly.

gets along well with Rester.

wears parfums de marly valaya (bergamot, mandarin, peach, orange flower, vetiver) for her signature scent

and she's BISEXUAL.

What’s your favorite minor barely there character?

hmmmmm let's see. does the SPK count as minor and barely there?? if so, HALLE!!! <3 she is my fav of the SPK crew & i have thought about her more than any of the other side characters perhaps. i'll give Naomi a runner-up trophy; she's not that minor when you consider wider canon (LABB my beloved) but she's not around for thaaat long in the manga. Matt gets third place lol (thee definition of a minor barely there character but he's so present in fanon i am disinclined to give him the top honor).

[marly-mahal-ko]

HEYO!!

From your favorite Filipino comez an RP blog for the one and only, Marly!! This blog is run by @scrunkalicious

An artist, geneticist, musician, writer, public speaker, young scholar, Marly practically does it all!! She's quite friendly, so don't be afraid to say 'hi'!

A student at Piltover's Academy, expect her to either be in the art halls, or with her boyfriend (Viktor,,,) in the lab!!

YAAAYY HERE SHE IS

Fun fact: The username of this blog translates to "Marly, my love," from Tagalog,,,, bc thatz what thatz what Viktor callz her,,,, bc he learned a teensy bit of Tagalog for her argh,,,,

[defensivelee]

all dolled up for the bingo

Omg I didn't expect to get another one but thank you for it!! I really enjoyed writing this.

So I took the prompt rather literally as you will see and ran with YTD!Marly, even tho I did it last time I still wanna write more bc I rlly love the concept :] warning for objectification, nonsexual nudity, hypnosis, and implied vivisection ig??

Churchill winced as he felt his hair tugged back by the android Duchess, the woman clearly unaware of her own strength. She was mostly playing with it, letting out a curious buzzing noise every time he made a face or bit his lip at each tug. So she pulled harder.

"Maria, dear," the Duke of York spoke up. He was tying a bow rather tightly around the back of Churchill's neck, though his fingers constantly getting tangled in Churchill's hair hurt more than Duchess's tugs. "You d-do not want to ruin him b-before we even gift him to my daughters."

"But he's so soft!" Maria said. "Besides, I know you, James. You would really give them your most valuable possession? It's a human!"

"They know I will w-want him back at times," James said. "He shows some t-talent on the battlefield...courage I haven't s-seen in a while. Thrilling for a s-skittering l-little human." He ran a cold finger down Churchill's cheek, tilting his head up slightly by the chin, and Churchill kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

Be still. Look at nothing like he taught you. Don't move, let him have his way.

That was the best way to survive here, the King had told him. The best way to make his brother happy.

So he let James tie the rest of the ribbons on his body, right next to the jewels and diamonds glittering over his skin that covered nothing. They were cold and heavy, but nothing like the feeling of James' hand upon his neck, running down to adjust the pearl necklace on him.

"You l-look like an angel," James said. The words were proud, but the tone was not. "They will love y-you."

Do I want these girls to love me? He'd heard much talk about the princesses, most of it positive. But Maria brought them up like they scared her as much as their father did.

"Very good, d-dear, look at that face!" James said, barking out a buzzing laugh. "Isn't he beautiful, M-Maria? The human form is...truly a m-masterpiece all on its own."

"Yes." Maria's voice sounded deeper, strained all of a sudden like she was forcing it out of her speakers. "Very."

Churchill wasn't particularly scared of James' daughters, not yet, not as he walked along the halls with James at his side. He thought he was ready to deal with them until he heard Godolphin laugh through his microphone. He could have been any two of the dozens of eyes in the darkness, watching him.

"Pretty, pretty Churchill. Anybody should be grateful to receive such a gift! I have a feeling that these girls will be....incredibly grateful. So very, very grateful."

Now that was what scared Churchill.

But he told himself that, if they were grateful, perhaps they'd be less inclined to break him like James had wanted to do at first before he realized that would mean the end of his little doll.

Little doll....that's me. He didn't like how he no longer shuddered at the thought.

He heard the loud, buzzing sound before he saw them. It was strange how James slammed his fist down on a button, stranger still how he shouted that it was their father here and they had better open up right now. Maria winced and took a step behind Churchill, though she was, as most other androids here, quite taller than him.

But he wasn't prepared for the height of the Princess Anne, as James informed him. She was twisting a lock of her hair around her finger as she blinked down at a book in her hand, like any normal human girl, except, of course, he knew that she was as sadistic a robot as all of them and the only difference was that she was massive. She towered over everyone, far taller than even James, so that they were all reduced to mere insects before her. Her size, Churchill supposed, was the reason for this very wide, very open room, and frankly, very cold room as well.

Oh, she can absolutely kill me.

"I cannot read this!" she declared. "This book is too small! I'm tired of it!"

"Let me look at it, Anne," spoke another slightly larger android girl, painted a pearly white compared to the soft pink of her sister. Churchill could only assume it was Mary.

"Your eyesight is worse than mine!" Anne snatched the book away, and Mary buzzed, which sounded more like a jet engine to Churchill.

"Papa, I've asked you many times to get me better eyes." She crouched down so that her nose was hovering inches away from her father, and Churchill flinched back. Her huge eyes were too bright. "Are they ready yet?"

"Y-You can just s-search for the audiobook o-on your database," James sighed, pushing his hand against Mary's nose.

"I would," Anne sneered, "if I could read what the title was." She slammed the book shut between two fingers and let it fall to the ground, where it landed beside James with a loud thump. James sprung back with a startled buzz, and Churchill stepped closer to Maria.

"Please, c-calm yourselves, girls," James said. "I have brought y-you a new d-doll."

"A doll?" Anne narrowed her eyes, making the whole room slightly darker. "Oh, is it that little human you've been talking about? What do you think I am?"

"Anne." Mary prodded her sister in the side and looked down right at Churchill. "The human? You're giving us the human?" She blinked once, and Churchill swallowed. There was the heartlessness of her father in her eyes.

"F-For a little while, yes," James said. "Do not b-break him."

"Yes, please don't," Churchill blurted, and the princesses gasped, as he thought they would. He had to look down to hide his smile; it was so easy to impress them. Beside him, James raised an eyebrow.

"He has a pretty voice," Anne said. She reached down, and Churchill closed his eyes, bracing himself for the giant, cold metal fingers wrapping around him. As she lifted him up in the air, he thought all air was escaping him-- her finger on his chest squeezed tighter every moment.

"What is that face he's making?" Mary leaned against Anne's shoulder. "I like it. Oh, his chest is moving quickly!" She reached out and tapped it, and Churchill jolted. The tip of her finger was very sharp.

"That means h-he is having trouble b-breathing," James said. "The act of bringing a-air into his lungs and p-pushing it out again, which all h-humans apparently need to do t-to survive. Loosen your grip, Anne."

"Oh, seriously? The legends are true?" Anne placed Churchill on her shoulder, and he stumbled, looking to the side so he wouldn't have to look down at how high he was. He didn't know what to hold on to, but he was slightly reassured by seeing Mary so close beside Anne. If he fell, it would be on her. "I've always wanted to breathe."

"It sounds...tedious," Maria said.

"What it sounds like is...heaven," Mary added. She leaned in to look closer at Churchill, and he swallowed, instinctively holding on to Anne's hair. "So quick and so fast. Is that fear?"

"You d-do not know what f-fear is," James muttered.

"I could never fear you, Your Highness," Churchill said. He looked up at Mary, trying to slow his breaths. She still stared at him. "I only respect you."

"There isn't much to respect," Mary said dryly. "And I couldn't live with myself if I was...feared." She shuddered. "That is what scares me."

"We didn't ask," Anne snapped. "He's your doll, not your programmer."

"Maybe he wants to listen to me," Mary said, and James cleared his throat beneath them.

"M-May I have him back for a m-moment?" he asked. "Then you can have him a-all night."

"Fine," Anne said, lifting a hand up to flick Churchill off of her. Churchill shuffled back, letting out a cry of protest before James buzzed as loud as he could, and both Mary and Anne froze.

"For God's sake, just p-put him down h-here!" he hissed, snapping his jaws in the air like a vicious dog. "If he falls from that t-tall a height, he'll break. Just like u-us."

"Never compare me to a human," Mary said indignantly. She swiped Churchill off of Anne's shoulder, placing him down gently in front of James. "There you go, little one."

Churchill scowled at the nickname, but he turned away as James approached him. He grunted as James sharply forced his head up by digging his claws into his chin.

"John," he said. "I d-didn't want you to s-speak. Do you think d-dolls talk?"

Churchill quickly tried to make his features as non-threatening as possible, clearing his throat. "N-No, sir."

"Then why are you t-talking?"

"To get along with your daughters."

"They would have l-liked you better if you shut your p-pretty mouth," James said. "W-We all know the only thing it's good f-for."

"For you, sir."

"Yes, precisely." James brought Churchill closer, his eyes widening. "You will s-satisfy my daughters and y-you will not say a word to them. Nothing about a-anything."

"I-" Churchill tried to say something, but he was cut off by the ringing starting from James, the sound that cut into his mind and chipped away at its edges. He gasped, shutting his eyes and lifting a hand to grip onto James' wrist.

"Y-you will b-be quiet. Y-you will p-p-play along."

Something about the constant glitch in his voice-- Churchill followed every awkward letter with its bounce, latching on to every bit of those broken words.

"You kn-know what you a-are. I t-told you what you a-are."

"I know what I am," Churchill whispered. It was the only thing that made the ringing fall back for a second. He wanted to pull away, and yet it was the only thing that brought him relief here. "I want to be quiet."

"D-Do you w-want me t-t-to make you sh-shut up?"

Churchill nodded.

"Then, be s-silent, and look at m-me."

Churchill looked up, and James waved a finger in the air, the ringing from him stopping. It was such a sudden pause that Churchill felt like he could faint in the absence of James in him.

He couldn't do much else. He only blinked dazedly as James pushed him forward, ordering him to be good, and Mary lifted him in her hands. She cooed at him, tugging at his hair until tears came to his eyes and he cried out. She was much, much stronger than her father.

"Be g-gentle, Mary," James called. "Treat him like how you t-treat me when you l-lift me."

"Oh, I don't know...very well..." Mary, too, seemed dazed, from the moment she heard Churchill cry. She rubbed a finger over his head, perhaps attempting to be soothing, but it only made him dizzier.

"Do you think we can dress him up with something nicer?" Anne asked. "The jewels are all well and good, but all that skin showing or whatever it's called-- it's boring."

"We could try finding what's underneath," Mary said, and Churchill was too sleepy to be frightened by what he had just heard.

"You are not doing that," Maria said firmly.

James merely chuckled. "No n-need, Mary. I will f-find out what lies inside of him...v-very soon."

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