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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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MASTERLIST: A-N F1 DRIVERS by agendabymooner

LINK TO MASTERLIST: O-Z F1 DRIVERS by agendabymooner

LINK TO SOMETHING SINFUL (SMUT) MASTERLIST by agendabymooner (MINORS DNI)

note: I CANNOT OFFICIALLY FIT MY WORKS IN ONE POST 😭 so here is my alphabetical f1 masterlist!!!

legends/genre:

a = angst g = general fic hc = hurt/comfort h = humour

s = smut (minors, dni) mc = mature content (minors, dni) f = fluff

★ - newly added ♡ - favourite piece

ALSO CHECK OUT:

MOONY'S CHARACTER DIRECTORY

MOONY'S FILIPINO CHARACTERS DIRECTORY

alex albon (aa23)

front page lover (thai!kpop idol!ofc)

keeper, smau: polly berkshire has obscure interactions with her thirsty boyfriend and it's safe to say that they love each other.

fashion week, smau: the williams driver and polly always got something for everyone to talk about.

double aa, socmed snapshot: a series of instagram stories in which alex is a dad to alice albon

own it, smau: alex's hidden talent is being a good boyfriend with a dash of photographer. ★

fernando alonso (fa14)

the breakup and makeup series (pro wrestler!ofc)

time to rock and roll, fic: the first time beatrice staedtlander and fernando alonso had broken up. (hc) ♡

heaven, smau: back in 2000s, fernando alonso and beatrice anastasia 'trish' staedtlander were every racing and wrestling fans' couple. years after, trish alonso became a mother and a wife... and the grid's crush of the season. fernando was certainly not happy so what's a better way to remind everyone that he was hers? (f, g, h)

from the ground up, smau: tino and tiago alonso were the twins that trish had given birth to at the age of 40, and everyone understood now why she didn't make it to the 2024 canadian gp. (f)

look what god gave her, smau: beatrice 'trish' alonso survived fernando's messy image better than anybody did. (f, g, h)

bonnie and the fame

maneater, smau: bonnie catherine sutton was carlos sainz's ex-girlfriend who returned to the f1 scene as a different woman. turns out, she's fernando alonso's fiancée (f)

ego, smau: never underestimate a woman's self-esteem, it might end up wounding you more than it would her.

oliver bearman (ob8)

ice ice baby, smau: kimi raikkonen's daughter romania raikkonen debuted in formula one with her friends AND it's safe to say that the iceman doesn't like ollie that much.

icy in saudi, smau: aroma raikkonen was ollie's biggest supporter in his f1 debut. plus, she also had her personal 'reverse harem' consisting of her best friends in the f2 grid. ★

ollie on thin ice(man), scenario: kimi raikkonen had proven himself to be oliver bearman's biggest hater at some point. ★

jenson button (jb22)

pride and pettiness (x british!actress!ofc)

one, 2004: in which, ada and jenson met for the first time.

the mr. darcy type, smau: much like the popular love interest, jenson should have known better than to say things that wouldn't impress a woman he grew interested in. OR ada abbott made sure that he worked hard for her time and attention. (f) ♡

shunt the hell up! (x hunt!driver!ofc)

shunt your lovers, kiss your enemies. smau: it was funny how enemies can be your teammate AND your lover at the same time. OR jj hunt, the daughter of the late james hunt, was jenson's biggest rival until a certain baby predicament cost her her entire racing career. (g) ♡

better enemies than strangers, smau: the brawn gp docuseries discussed jj hunt and the surprising turn of events in her rivalry/partnership with jenson in 2009. ★

other works

affection, blurb: in which, jenson learned that he should just say it without being a little too drunk.

pierre gasly (pg10)

newsflash, smau: ensley soleil doesn’t like playboys. too bad, pierre gasly’s down bad for her (attention and love). (f, g, h)

odds, fic: their timing was always wrong, maybe that's why pierre should consider making it even for the two of them as she writes songs about him and their courtship.

lowkey, smau: fans thought that pierre moved on from ensley four months after publicly declaring his (love?) for her. funnily enough... (f, g, h)

indigo, chatfic + smau: there's really no reason for pierre gasly to be jealous over some man that ensley wrote 'high school in jakarta' about. not when she wrote one or more songs about the frenchman. (f) ♡

high school in jakarta, fic: meeting ensley’s close friends would also mean that he’d have to meet her high school sweetheart, who he believed he couldn’t compete against until ensley ensured that his two-day attendance wouldn’t be spoiled by some guy who couldn’t let go of some memories she couldn’t even remember. ♡

dancing with the devil, smau: ensley soleil doesn't care about what people are saying about her relationship with pierre especially now that she's married to him. (f)

vintage, smau: pierre gasly is a husband and a fanboy of ensley soleil gasly amongst other things. (f)

hot dad era, socmed snapshot: pierre gasly. 30% f1 driver 70% dilf.

other works

do i make you nervous, blurb: lesson learned: just date her first rather than being friendly in the bed.

lewis hamilton (lh44)

stevie and lewis (hearth sister!ofc)

thick and thin, smau + fic: lewis should know better than underestimating her and her capabilities to yearn for him for years. (hc)

hands on and paws on, socmed snapshot: lewis is a stay-at-home dad to lottie hamilton and his best boy, roscoe, happens to watch his mummys everywhere she goes as she carries baby hamilton #2.

the hamilton daycare, fic: lewis is already a stay-at-home dad so what makes his day out in monaco with his two kids any different? (f) (2/3 of daddy, debriefed!)

where the bad girls are (kpop idol!ofc)

lifted, smau: lewis is married to a kpop idol who happened to be one of the girls to shape the image of female groups in the korean pop community.

crowned couple (x miss universe!ofc)

the couple of the universe, smau: lewis is a careless being this season and everyone's wondering why.

melody series (x performer!ofc)

summary: with her sharp eyes focused on her audience, a burlesque performer who went under the name of melody returned to rythme romantique, an entertainment lounge which exclusively caters to the wealthiest people of monaco — or in this case, to the people with a status that are recognized by all. her three exclusive performances were meant to be a closure for her connections in the principality. still, a certain formula one driver saw it as an opportunity to reconnect with his former flame after two years of her absence. felicity vos learned that this was a rich man’s world and that he could do whatever he wanted, but she also realized that the agreement they settled on years ago was corrupted the moment he expressed his love for her.

one, million dollar man: monaco was a world of glitz and glamour that she left two years ago. returning to the principality clearly was a huge mistake as she found herself talking to the man who swore to nothing but his love for her.

two, this is what makes us girls: "decorum isn't something you can buy with money or fame." or what did lewis really want from her and why did he show up on the second night of her performance?

arthur leclerc (al12)

the scheming schumachers, smau: sunny schumacher is mick's cousin and what does a family do? they attract arthur leclerc to get him away from his best friend, who happens to be mick's girlfriend. thankfully, the schumacher cousin is something of a welcome distraction for the monegasque.

charles leclerc (cl16)

the leclerc boys series (x hearth sister!ofc)

debunking drama, smau: prequel to of long lines and names; aimee hearth, the mclaren media manager and one of the famous hearth sisters, was rumoured to be dating lando norris. a certain monegasque's baffled reaction became a trending topic in twitter as he counteracts the rumour with an instagram post of his lover. (f, h)

many kids with many names, smau: everyone found out that aimee and charles were having not only one but two babies. turned out, those two babies have at least a million name. (h) ★

of long lines and names, fic: five kids with (almost) five names under six years. OR the three pregnancies that charles had witnessed told him how motherhood and memories could come in two sets of twins and a boy that looked so much like him. (f)

the leclerc daycare, fic: before his last set of twins were born, charles had to watch his boys on his own- not exactly by himself when he's got esteban and pierre acting as his right hand men. (f) (1/3 of daddy, debriefed!) ♡

about names, scenario fics

summary: extension to of long lines and names and the leclerc daycare; charles and aimee's boys and their names go hand in hand OR times when the couple had to tell their kids that their names were signs of love and respect for their namesakes.

one, an amazing boy with an amazing name: hervé's anger left his parents confused after he refused to be called by his first name. thankfully, his mamé pascale had an easy access to his heart that eventually led to an answer to his sadness.

two, the wingman of maranello: jules leclerc learned two things as he travelled to italy with his father: he had an uncle named uncle teague and uncle teague had a best friend that was once charles' godfather.

other pieces

"slut", smau: charles' ex trashed his new girlfriend a while ago, but too bad he wasn't really into the thought of making music with anyone but lou villar.

breaking curses not hearts, smau: frankie bardot atkinson was also known for her curse in the film industry. after breaking her long streaked curse and finally won an oscar, was it finally charles' time to break his curse at monza gp?

kevin magnussen (km20)

family ties, smau: lando norris forgot that his brother-in-law is in the grid with him and lola norris magnussen couldn't help but make of her brother for it.

lando norris (ln4)

lover era (x alessandro sister!writer!ofc)

london boy, smau: nicola 'cola' alessandro moved to britain and what's a better way to introduce yourself to england than taking a trip around with a certain mclaren driver? (f, g, h)

i think he knows, smau: grazia nichols published her debut novel based off formula one, and a fan could have sworn that the the book bf - nolan langford - was based off of lando's character as a driver altogether. (f, g, h)

✿ honey, honey! series masterlist - lando norris x ofc (honey-sue lewis) ft. sidemen

other pieces

too good to be true, smau: just a brief overview of lando’s relationship with a countryside girl who, beyond her introverted tendencies, was an unhinged, unserious yet amazing mother and girlfriend. ★

f1 drivers (general)

✿ 9 to 5 series masterlist - f1 grid x ofc (lester alessandro) ft. fictional wolff kids

✿ f1 voicemail blurbs - series of blurbs with voicemails left by the drivers. ★

too much caring, smau, sv5 + jb22: kpop idol juno was assumed to have cheated on retired driver jenson button with his best mate sebastian vettel. oh how wrong those people were...

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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 months ago

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Something To Lose

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: beautiful angst, major character death

Summary: You have one purpose in life. Heal. No matter how long it takes, you will always heal those who need it. You’ve traveled the world across different eras and seen humanity grow and learn, all the way to the 21st century. There, you met Dean Winchester and everything you thought you couldn’t have, Dean proves otherwise. He’s your greatest love and the most important one of all.

Square Filled: healer (2021) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

The town is quiet. Everyone is inside their houses sleeping, like you should be, but there is something you need to do. You were chosen for this. You have a destiny to fulfil. You slip out the back door of your little cottage and stick to the trees behind your house. It’s better than being int the streets where you can be caught by police. They’re tracking down on people staying out after curfew. If you’re caught, you could be arrested.

This would not bode well.

The only thing you have to light your way is the torch in your hands, and you take extra care not to let the flames touch the dry leaves above you. The last thing you need is accidentally setting your town on fire. Not that it would be a bad thing. Almost everyone in this town are bad people. Thieves, corrupt politicians, murderers, and traffickers.

No one is safe after dark.

You keep your head down and your hood up to hide your face as you hurry along the unmarked trail. You’re late. Sister Alice will not be pleased about this, but you left late. It’s not your fault your father stayed up nursing three glasses of alcohol. As soon as he passed out on the couch, you were able to slip away.

Sister Alice’s cottage is on the outskirts of town, away from authority. No one comes out here because no one likes Sister Alice. They claim she’s a witch and refuse to welcome her into town. She is one, but she doesn’t want to pretend just to please them. They don’t have evidence against her being a witch which is why they haven’t set fire to her and her cottage. She mostly stays out of people’s way. Most have forgotten about her or have better things to do with their time.

You reach her cottage and set the torch in the holder right outside her front door. You knock twice and she opens it seconds later.

“You are late.”

“I am sorry. Father had not gotten to bed yet.”

“We are just about to get stated. Come.” You slips inside and close the door behind you, following her into the back room where Sister Margaret and Sister Catherine are. “Do you know why you are here, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“To fufil the purpose of the coven. To heal.”

“Yes. Our time has come to pass on the responsiblity to you.” Alice, Catherine, and Margaret stand around a table with different ingredients for the spell. Sitting in the middle of a bowl with red liquid inside. Blood. “With this spell, it will tie you to us. You will now be the sole proprietor for this coven. Do you understand what is at stake?”

“Yes.”

Catherine mutters something in Latin before tossing in a few ingredients into the bowl. Margaret says something different in Latin and tosses a few more ingredients into the spell.

“It is now your turn, my dear,” Alice says.

You offer your hand which she takes. She picks up a long jagged knife and places the tip of the blade to your palm. She pricks your palm so that your blood pools in the middle of your hand. All the spell needs is a few drops of your blood for it to tie to you. She sets the knife down and flips your hand to allow your blood to drip into the mixture.

Now it’s her turn.

You pull your hand away, and Alice starts chanting something in Latin. Flames from the torches spike angrily, and the mixture in the bowl starts to boil. As soon as she stops chanting, the boiling stops and the flames die down to normal. She pours the mixture into a cup and holds it out to you.

“Drink, my dear.”

You don’t hesitate. You drink the entire elixir until there is no more left. You set the cup down and lick your red lips. A trickle of blood runs down your chin, and Margaret grabs a white cloth to wipe it away.

“The spell is now complete.” You look down at your wrist to see the number one thousand embedded on your skin. Like a tattoo. Only it will go away once it reaches zero. “Do you understand the responsibilities that you have just agreed upon?”

“Yes.”

“Recite them.”

“I shall do no harm. I shall only heal those who need it. I shall uphold the rules of this coven.”

“One thousand years have been added to your own lifespan. Use those years wisely. Continue our work. A new healer will be born at the moment of your death, whenever and wherever that may be.”

“I will not let you down, Sister Alice, Sister Margaret, Sister Catherine.”

You left your small town as soon as possible, and you didn’t look back. It took a while to get used to the new power you had, but yoyu soon got the hang of it after a couple of decades. You have the power to heal people, but it takes years off your lifespan to do it. The bigger the wound, the more years are taken off.

After doing this for nearly two decades, you understood how many years it took for certain types of wounds. Smaller ones only take a year or two off while the bigger ones can take up to sixty years. You can heal up until the point of death, you can’t bring anyone back from the dead. You can’t stay bin one town for long otherwise people will get suspicious from your lack of aging.

It gave you the opportunity to travel the world, and you traveled everywhere. Your time was mostly spent in an out of hospitals for the first few centuries, healing those without raising suspicions. As soon as you did, you left to go find someone else who needed it.

That’s the whole point of the coven. They are healers. They aren’t evil. Sister Alice was mocked for her sorcery and was ridiculed for it, but she was responsible for healing those who suffered from wounds or illness. No one knew how good she was. Her, Catherine, and Margaret died shortly after that ritual.

They gave their lives to help you.

You’re not going to let them down. Not when you’ve already done so much for the world.

This power has given you the opportunity to see the world and how humanity has changed. From witnessing the slave trade in Europe to from seeing new religions emerge to Magellan proving the world was round to listening to William Shakespeare read his stories to being part of the scientific revolution with Galileo and Newton to being in the middle of the French and Indian War to seeing the Declaration of Independance signed to seeing the Eiffel Tower being built to watching the first silent movie in theaters to the Titanic sinking to World War II to Chernobyl to 9/11.

You’ve seen and done so much and you have a long more to go. One thousand years you were given, and you only have two hundred left. Theoretically, you could live forever if you stopped haling, but your coven gave you a purpose, and you have to fulfil it. You have to see it to the end.

Before, you were only in certain areas for no more than five years before you were forced to move on. You didn’t have time for relationships. You never felt the need to have one… until you met Dean Winchester. If you thought healing normal people was overwhelming, healing those who were injured by monsters was a whole different ballpark.

You are now going through your yars much faster than you were before. You try not to use too much but there is always someone who needs to be healed. If you can’t heal them completely, you heal a portion of them to make them feel better. You mostly heal victims by monsters nowadays but you occasioanlly go to the hospital to see if anyone there can use your power.

Dean changed your mind about relationships. Suddenly, you felt the need to stick around longer. You wanted to form connections. You wanted something real, and he gave that you to. Sure, you’re probably going to outlive him, but you’re done running form that part of you. Your life have been nothing but hook ups. You want to experience something real before you die, and Dean is that man.

He’s the one variable you can’t control, and it scares the hell out of you. One thing you learned is that it’s good to be scared. It means you have something to lose, and you don’t want to lose him.

Your phone rings and you smile when you see Dean’s name and picture. The Old World was much more beautiful but there’s something about the New World that calls to you. Technology plays a big part of that.

“Hey, Dean,” you answer.

“Hey, where are you? You left before I woke up.”

You look at the giant hospital in front of you. “The hospital. I have something to do here. I won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

“I alos have a surprise for you when I get home,” you say in a sultry tone.

You can hear his smirk on the other end. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Well, it involves you and me… very little clothing, almost none… and lots of kisses.”

“Sounds like my kind of surprise,” he chuckles.

“I’ll see you soon.”

You hang up and walk inside the hospital to check in. After getting a visitor’s pass, you take the elevator to the fourth floor. Since deciding to stay in Kansas with Sam and Dean, you visit the same coffee shop evry morning at the same time as Desiree. You two got to talking, and now you look forward to that interaction every day.

She misses the last three weeks because Destiny, her little girl, got into a bad accident that left her in a coma. She hasn’t left the hospital since, so now you bring her coffee instead.

“Hey, Desiree. How are you doing?”

“I’m alright.”

“How is Destiny?”

“No change. The doctors don’t have hope she is going to wake up,” she cries softly.

You set the coffee on the table knowing she won’t drink it, and you rub her back in comfort.

“Miracles happen every day. You have have to have faith that she’ll wake up.” She nods and wipes her tears away. “Have you eaten?”

“I can’t. I can’t leave her side. She’s my little girl.”

“I’ll stay with her, okay? Go get something to eat. I’ll be here the whole time, okay? I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Okay, thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

Desiree leaves the room and you look at Destiny in thought. You stand up and close the blinds so that no one can look in and see what you’re about to do. You’ve learned pretty quickly that if you give some time, most injuries will heal on their own. People who have borken bones or cuts are going to be okay, so you put your powers to those who need it like cancer patients or paralyzed people, etc.

You wanted to give Destiny some time to come out of this on her own, but it looks like she won’t. Walking away now would not only be a disservice to you but also to your coven. You hover both hands over her body and use your powers to see just how bad she is. Healing her completely will take forty years off your lifepsan, but it’s worth it. This little girl deserves to live a long and happy life, so you don’t think twice about healing her.

This is why you were created.

Her body shines gold as you work your power through her, and you pull away once she is going to be okay. You promised Desiree you’d stay but you can’t be here when Destiny wakes up. You slip out of the room and walk to the elevator. Desiree comes back without noticing you, and you watch her walk into her daughter’s room.

“Destiny! You’re awake! Doctor! Nurse!” she exclaims happily.

The elevator doors close and you smile to yourself. You’re never going to see Desiree again. You leave the hospital and are about to call a cab when you notice the sleep Impala by the curb.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“Picking you up. There’s a hunt.”

“Great,” you smile and get into the car.

“So, did you finish what you were doing?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to visit a friend. She’s going to be okay.”

You don’t tell them about what you did because they don’t know you can heal. I’s not that you don’t trust them, you trust them with your life. You’ve just never told anyone about these powers, and you’re not going to start now. Imagine what would happen if the rest of the world found about this. You’d be a science project, and you can’t let your coven down even though you’re the only remaining member.

No, it’s best to stay in the dark.

“So, what’s the hunt about?”

“We don’t know yet. All we know is that people are dead, and it kinda of looks like our thing.”

Without Chuck pulling the reins, they’re able to take whatever hunts that come their way. They’re finally free and life hasn’t been as sweet as it is now. Dean stops halfway to Texas to get gas, and Sam walks intot he gas station to get a few snacks. You and Dean stay by the car for some alone time.

You lean against the car and Dean traps you with both arms. Not like you want to go anywhere. He leans in and kisses you slowly and lovingly. He slides one hand into your hair before moving it down to your jaw.

“How about after this hunt, we should take a ride to the coast. Maybe spend time at the beach. I’ve been looking at a few beach houses for rent.”

“Just us?”

“Just us,” you grin.

You lean up and kiss him again, this time for longer. You hear Sam’s footsteps and part from his brother. It’s late by the time you get to Texas, so you decide to tackle this in the morning. A group of people had violated the home of a family of four, took the kids, killed the dad, and cut the tongue out of the mother.

Police are at the crime scene when you get there, and Sam and Dean flash their badges tot he detective.

“Tell us what happened here.”

“From what we gathered from the wife, four masked men came into their home last night. The woman locked the kids in their bedrooms but that doesn’t stop them from attacking her. They cut out her tongue and drained the dad’s body of blood. They found the kids and took them. We don’t know where yet.”

“What did the killers looks like?” Sam asks.

The detective hands over a sketch. Dean takes the sketch and immediately recognizes the masks they used. He’s read about it enough times in his father’s journal. John was hunting this group way back when, but they escaped. They used the same MOs back then, and now they’ve returned to continue killing.

“Why don’t you two do research. I want to visit the mother at the hospital,” you say.

You use Dean’s car to drop them at the motel before going to the hospital. The woman is in a private room sleeping, and you quietly slip inside without waking her. You might not be able to bring her children or husband back, but you can give her something. You can’t bring back limbs once they’ve been removed from a person because you’d have to create bone, tissue, nerves, muscle, and everything else in order to restore function. However, the tongue is a muscle. No bones or ligaments or skin is needed to fix it.

Looking at her wound, it’s only going to take twenty years off your life span. That will leave you with one hundred and forty years before you die. You don’t want this woman to have to live with this her whole life. All it’ll be is a reminder of the worst day. The least you can do is try to give her her life back.

Healing her only takes five minutes, and you leave her room before anyone notices. Sam and Dean, when you return, have figured out that you’re dealing with a group of vampires. It would explain the draining of blood. With your help, they’re able to locate where their nest is. If children are involved, you have to go with them.

You’re not a hunter and you don’t go out in the field, but you will for this one since children are at stake. You usually help with research or gathering supplies when they need it. You’re a lover not a fighter, but you don’t hesitate to go with them when they leave.

“I can’t have you in this fight,” Dean says to you when they get to the farm.

“What are you talking about? I can fight if needed.”

Dean turns to look at you over the back seat, and Sam exits out of the car to give you two a moment.

“I can’t lose you, okay?”

“Then let me get the kids out. You two fight and I’ll get them to safety. I’ll stay with them out here. Let me do this.”

Dean can’t do his job if he’s worrying about you, but this seems okay.

“Okay. Get them out and stay out here.”

“Okay,” you nod.

The brothers get their machetes and quickly scout the house for the best entry point. The kid are located in the barn in the back along with the vampires, but there are two entrances. One in the front and one in the back. You run to the back and wait for their signal before entering. Sam and Dean have been doing this for decades so it’s easy to infiltrate the nest. As soon as you hear the fight, you yank the door open and sneak inside.

There are about a dozen kids huddle together on a dirty mattress on the floor, and you psst them to grab their attentions.

“Hey, kids, follow me. I’m here to get you to safety. Come on.”

They have no problem trusting you since you’re not the ones who has taken them. They run out of the door while Sam and Dean keep the vampires busy, and you bring them over to the Impala. You can’t transfer them all in the car, but you can wait with them until the authorities show up.

Ten minutes go by and then another twenty, and Sam and Dean are still inside the barn. Screw waiting. If you can help, you’re going to fucking help.

“Okay, stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, don’t go,” one of the little girls whimpers.

“You’ll be okay. No one is going to hurt you. My friends are taking care of the bad guys right now, but I have to check up on them. I’ll be right back. Just stay here, okay?”

They have no choice but to do as they’re told, and you run back to the barn. You take the back entrance to keep your presence a secret, only to see if Sam and Dean needs you. All but one vampire is dead, and Dean is fighting with him while Sam is on the ground with blood coming out of his head. He’s okay and he staggers to his feet ready to aid his brother.

The vampire grabs Dean and shoves him backwards into a wooden post in the middle of the room. You let out a gasp/scream when you see a huge metal spike sticking out of it. Dean gasps when his back is impaled by the spike. Sam runs at the vampire and slices his head off, killing the very last one.

“Dean!” You run over to him and gets tears at the pale look on his face. “No, you’re going to be okay.”

“Sammy… Y/N…” he mumbles.

“Hey, you’re gooingto be okay. Look at me, Dean,” Sam orders.

Dean opens his eyes and looks at his brother with a painful smile. “We always knew this job would take us out.”

“No, you’e not dying today,” you say. “Help me get him off.”

Sam tries to remove his brother, but Dean shouts in pain. “No, leave me here. It hurts too much.”

You look at Dean’s injuries and then at the one hundred and forty on your wrist. The spike not only cut through his lung but also pierced his heart. If you take him off now, you’ll only have maybe a minute to heal him before he dies.

Not only that, it’ll take every single year left to heal him. You’ll die. There’s no question. You have to do this. This is what you were created to do. The second you met Dean, you wanted something real for once. You got that. He gave you everything you’ve wanted in life.

It’s time you give it back to him.

“Sam, help me take him off,” you say. Dean protests but you and Sam work together to get him off the spike. “You’re going to be okay, Dean. I promise.”

Sam sobs as he lays his brother down on the ground, and Dean gasps as he tries to get a lungful of air.

“You’re goig to be okay, Dean. I’m going to heal you.”

You stick your hands out and allow your powers to make them shine gold.

“What are you doing? What is going on?” Sam asks.

Dean opens his eyes and gasps out again. “Y/N… What….”

“I’m a healer, Dean. I was born in the 1400s, and my coven gave me these powers. I was given one thousand years to live to help those who needed me. Every time I heal, those years are taken away.”

“How many years do you have left?” Sam asks.

“One hundred and forty.”

“How many years will this take?”

“All of it.”

“Y/N, no,” Dean whispers.

“I have to.” Dean’s body shines gold as you work to heal his injuries. The more he is healed, the weaker you get. “Y/N, stop. You’ll die.”

“You’ll die if I don’t. I’m going to be okay, Dean. You’re worth it,” you whisper. “You’ve always been worth it. I never thought I was going to love someone as much as I love you. You gave me a life worth living. Let me return the favor. This world still needs you.”

Dean opens his mouth to protest, but you lean down and kiss him, allowing your power to flow from the kiss. The second the last of your life force slips into Dean, you collapse onto the ground next to him, dead. Dean takes in a lungful of air for the first time since being impaled, and he looks at you with tears in his eyes.

“Y/N, wake up.”

Somewhere around the world, a healer is being created to continue the coven’s work. They’ll know what to do. Just like the one after that will know what to do. Dean cradles your body and cries into your hair. He is fully healed of his injuries but the hole in his heart is something that will never be healed. It’s where you’re supposed to be.

“I love you,” he cries. “I love you so much. Don’t forget that.”

Suddenly, your entire body crumbles to dust, and a thousand little lights lift from the ashes. Your essence. Your coven has always insured that you would be taken care of in the afterlife. Sam and Dean watch as the little lights flutter around the room before shooting to the sky. The barn is a piece of shit with parts of the roof missing, so Dean is able to see those little lights fly away.

The stars shine brightly when you’ve reached Heaven.

Dean knows you’ll always be watching over him and if he’s lucky, he’ll join you in Heaven when it’s his time. One day, he’ll see you again.

You just made sure that day isn’t today.

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pupsmailbox · 1 year ago

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WEIRDCORE ID PACK

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utilitycaster · 7 months ago

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Can you share your name examples? Please!

under a cut in case people feel like guessing or something

putting syllables together and they sound nice: literally almost any fantasy book that doesn't use modern names but like, off the top of my head: Essun from The Broken Earth Trilogy. Sabriel and Lirael from The Old Kingdom Trilogy. Shallan from the Stormlight Archives. The vast majority of women's names in ASOIAF that aren't too close to irl names. No shortage of names in Wheel of Time.

putting syllables together and they sound like arthuriana: Egwene (Wheel of Time) is the big one for me.

Slightly altered irl name: Bunch of names in ASOIAF notably Eddard and Alicent. Really common in actual play (Revvetha is sort of a joke but sort of not; Belizabeth).

Extremely apt character descriptor you know who you are: Kaladin of the Stormlight Archives. As a paladin stan I must stan and the character genuinely is great but like. c'mon man.

Mashup of irl names: Brennan Lee Mulligan does this EXTREMELY often most notably with Raphaniel.

Something meaningful in an irl language: SILAHA is a great example. Idk Dune probably did this.

Something meaningful in an elaborate self-created conlang: welcome to Lord of the Rings, an opportunity for Tolkien to take his conlangs for a test drive.

Something meaningful in a foreign language siri set alarm etc: self-explanatory. look to your left look to your right if no one at the D&D table used an Elvish Translator then it's bc they used the fantasy name generator for a different fantasy race.

IRL names not in common usage: I suppose it's not exclusively but The Locked Tomb does have Palamedes and this is also a Classic D&D Naming Strat.

This is Linda and she fights dragons: Robert Baratheon, whatever the fuck is going on in Dune, when D&D characters are named things like Kristen or Beauregard or Imogen or Ashton. Also obviously true in almost any Earth-set fantasy; I have a taste for like, regency/Napoleonic Wars-set fantasy novels and so people are just named things like Thomas and Catherine and they are worried about Their Place In Society but also they are wizards.

Series of complex and mysterious titles: The Man with the Thistledown Hair from Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell (speaking of normal-ass names in fantasy); The Emissary; The Man in Black. Often some kind of eldritch/otherworldly being but like, you could just decide that's your name in a D&D game. no one is stopping you.

Rigid Naming Conventions: offhand my problematic fave The Belgariad has some weird naming conventions (dryads all have names starting with X or, when softened into Tolnedran, Ce' as a prefix; acolytes of Aldur all have Bel- or Pol- prefixes to their names based on gender but the names themselves vary); the weird palindrome names in Stormlight Archives; The Vorkosigan Saga is sci fi and set in a future of our universe so many names are existing ones but the naming convention is often passing down the two grandfather's first names to the eldest son and other such things.

Pun or meme: again, D&D classic; Percival Friedrickstein Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III, every Crown of Candy PC.

Fantasy name generator already covered. who knows how many people are using it. who knows what data set it uses.

Acronym: I believe this is what Tav is in BG3; This is also I believe where Thedas comes from.

Literally just a noun: Fjord, Keg; The Belgariad has characters who technically are going by codenames bc they are from The Spy Country but practically speaking I cannot actually recall what Silk's actual name is off the top of my head and I've read those books like 5 times and he's a major character. Shadowheart is i guess two nouns but it's the same principle.

#answered #Anonymous

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favorite-characters · 10 months ago

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Peter Facinelli as ᴄᴀʀʟɪꜱʟᴇ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ × Elizabeth Reaser as ᴇꜱᴍᴇ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ × Nikki Reed as ʀᴏꜱᴀʟɪᴇ ʜᴀʟᴇ × Kellan Lutz as ᴇᴍᴍᴇᴛᴛ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ × Ashley Greene as ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ × Jackson Rathbone as ᴊᴀꜱᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀʟᴇ × Kristen Stewart as ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ꜱᴡᴀɴ × Robert Pattinson as ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ (dir. Catherine Hardwicke • 2008)

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reveneovs · 6 months ago

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prologue

the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.

rhaenyra x alicent au. loosely inspired by the portrait of dorian gray and my disappointment over the upcoming netflix adaptation of it. this is very wordy and i hardly proofread, so accept my apologies.

as this is a sideblog and i can't follow people back, leave a note if you'd like to be tagged in the continuation (i have it in me to write more i promise i promise).

the walls of the academy of saint catherine were ancient, worn by the hands of time, with dark wood paneling and the flickering glow of gas lamps casting shadows that danced upon them. the scent of turpentine and linseed oil permeated the air, mingling with the faint aroma of old books and parchment. a marble staircase spiraled upwards in the center of the atrium, its bannisters polished smooth by generations of aspiring artists who had walked these halls before.

rhaenyra targaryen stood by one of the tall, arched windows, her silver hair catching the pale light of the overcast afternoon. she was like a living painting, a study in contrasts. her skin, porcelain and flawless, seemed almost too perfect, a stark juxtaposition to the fiery determination in her violet eyes. she held a sketchbook loosely in her hands, though her attention was elsewhere, her gaze fixed on the fog-laden streets outside.

behind her, the cavernous room was filled with the quiet hum of students absorbed in their work. easels were spread out, each supporting canvases at various stages of completion, and the soft scratching of charcoal on paper provided a gentle background to the ticking of the grand clock above.

in one corner of the room, bent over a canvas, was alicent hightower. her auburn hair was pulled back in a simple braid, strands escaping to frame a face that was earnest and delicate, her green eyes bright with concentration.

alicent's hands moved with the certainty of someone who saw the world in layers of light, shadow, and color. someone who knew how to translate the ephemeral into something tangible. yet today, her hands trembled slightly as she worked, her brush hovering over the canvas as if hesitant to complete the stroke.

she was painting rhaenyra.

alicent had asked rhaenyra to sit for her portrait weeks ago, though in truth, she had wanted to capture her since the moment they met. rhaenyra, with her effortless grace, had become her muse. but the emotions that stirred within her were confusing, a mixture of admiration and envy, affection and fear. alicent feared what would happen if she finished the portrait, feared what it would reveal—about rhaenyra, about herself.

rhaenyra turned from the window and crossed the room with a fluidity that caught the attention of more than one student. she moved with a quiet power, a confidence that commanded respect, and yet there was a softness to her that made her impossible to resent.

she approached alicent's easel and looked at the painting in progress. the likeness was uncanny, but there was something else there, too—something in the eyes that alicent had captured, something that spoke of a deeper truth, a hidden vulnerability. rhaenyra smiled, a small, knowing smile, and alicent's heart skipped a beat.

"it’s beautiful, alicent," rhaenyra said softly, her voice like velvet, wrapping around the words.

alicent looked up at her, her cheeks abloom. "thank you, but it’s not finished. i’m not sure it ever will be."

rhaenyra reached out, her fingers lightly touching the edge of the canvas, as if she could feel the emotion infused within the paint. "art is never truly finished, isn't it? it lives, breathes— changes. like us."

alicent swallowed, trying to find the right words, but all she could think about was how close rhaenyra was, how intoxicating her presence was. she had painted rhaenyra’s eyes numerous times, but seeing them now, with but a sigh's distance between them, was like seeing them for the first time.

"why did you choose me?" rhaenyra asked, her voice a mere whisper, yet heavy with meaning.

alicent's eyes flickered with uncertainty, her hands tightening around the paintbrush. "because you are… different. you’re not like the others." the words felt like an oversimplification, though that was all she could muster in the moment.

rhaenyra tilted her head, studying alicent with a gaze that was both curious and intense. "different, how?"

alicent felt a shiver run down her spine. how could she explain the way rhaenyra seemed to exist on another plane? how could she explain the way her heart ached with both admiration and desire? she couldn’t. the words wouldn’t come.

"you have a light," alicent finally managed, her voice trembling slightly. "a light that shines so brightly, it’s almost blinding. and yet… there’s a darkness there too, hidden beneath the surface."

rhaenyra’s expression softened, a flicker passing through her eyes—regret, perhaps, or sadness. "we all have our darkness, alicent. but it’s the light that defines us, don’t you think?"

alicent didn’t know how to respond, so she simply nodded, her throat felt tight, like it would cease up the further she was questioned. rhaenyra turned her gaze back to the painting, her expression unreadable.

"finish it," rhaenyra said suddenly, her voice firm.

alicent blinked in surprise. "but… i’m not ready. it’s not ready."

rhaenyra’s lips curled into a faint smile. "you'll never be done, if that's the case. you'll be waiting and waiting and waiting— why not be reckless and let whatever it is that led you to this point sweep you away further?"

before alicent could respond, rhaenyra turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit room. alicent watched her go, her heart heavy, the weight of the unfinished portrait pressing down on her. she knew what rhaenyra was asking of her, what it meant to finish the painting.

but as she lifted her brush once more, alicent realized that the true masterpiece was not the portrait itself, but the emotions it stirred within her—the passion, the longing, the fear. and perhaps, in capturing rhaenyra’s likeness, she could capture a piece of herself as well, a truth she had been too afraid to face.

the brush touched the canvas, and with each stroke, alicent felt a part of her soul unravel, intertwining with the image before her. the darkened room seemed to close in around her, the shadows growing longer, deeper. but she did not stop.

she could not stop.

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ricardian-werewolf · 6 months ago

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Take Me to War Master-list

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Crossposted TO: Ao3 Link - listed as I'll Break the Sky on Ao3 ||Fanfic Masterlist

UPDATES ONCE A WEEK: Being written alongside Nikolina Rewrite of The Grisha Trilogy.

Relationships: Gwyane Hightower X Original Female Character, Jacaerys Velaryon X Original Female Character, Perkin Warbeck X Catherine Gordon.

Characters: Cecily-Anne (OC), Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Gwayne Hightower, Richard III, Anne Neville, Henry Tudor, Richard of Shrewsbury.

Taglist: @lordbettany, @rmelster, @fauxraven, @dreadbirate @hysterionic

Summary:

Reeling from the battle of Redmore Plain (later known as Bosworth Field), fifteen year old Cecily-Anne is a princess without her throne, family, or hope. Forced to play her cards with both hands tied, a seemingly mystical intercession forces her into a world that is shockingly similar to the England she knows. Yet it is also drastically different. It is there as a mere lady in waiting, that she is forced to pick a side in a war that has been played over in her England for decades. It remains to see as to whom will come out from this “Dance of Dragons,” unscathed and whole.

Notes:

General Tws: Brutal violence, implied sexual violence, sexism of the medieval period, religious mention, brutality. This is the first time the author has written for Gwayne Hightower, so please be kind! The author also only has a surface level knowledge of House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones, so please be courteous when making comments or suggestions. The Author is a history student with a special interest in the Wars of the Roses and Ricardian sources, so knowledge of that period will be largely correct.

Specific tags on Ao3:

Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-it, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe -Historical.

Published Chapter List on Tumblr:

If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell

2. Humbly beg the death upon my knee

3. Strangeness and Charm

Wip chapters

4. The Lady of the North - 0k words.

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annaelizabethhenry1 · 8 months ago

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Spy Royale

Summary: River Cartwright finally may have found a way out of Slough House when a minor member of the Royal Family is hit with death threats and needs protection. The posh socialite Lady Alice Highgrove is niece to the King and isn’t keen on having some government lacky tagging along after her all day, crimping her style. However, when it becomes very apparent someone is indeed trying to off her, she and River are left untangling a web of deceit that goes back to a very unsuspecting place. Question is will they be able to figure it out before it’s too late for both of them?

Warnings: Violence similar to the show/books and cursing and bodily functions from Jackson Lamb ;-) River Cartwright x OC. As to spoilers I’m trying to stick to the end of season one as the pick-up point of this story so more people can enjoy it.

Word Count: 2,481

Chapter One

River Cartwright huffed up the creaky staircase of Slough House balancing a case of copy paper that had just been delivered.

“Catherine! Where do you want the paper to go? Copy room or your office?”

River started when she soundlessly appeared in front of him from the opposite end of the hall.

“Oh, River – thank you!” she said smiling, almost shyly. “My office. Last time I left it in the copy room half of it disappeared in less than a week. Some people have no qualms about stealing supplies from MI5.”

River pursed his lips and said, “Yeah, what cheap arseholes we work with.” Including himself as guilt washed over him.

“Cartwright!”

River dropped the case of paper at the sound of Lamb’s voice. He knew he should’ve waited till Lamb popped out for lunch next door to bring this upstairs, but River hated how nervous Catherine would get if he left it near the entrance – heaven forbid someone fell in an emergency she always said.

“River do be careful – it almost landed on my foot.”

“So, sorry Catherine,” he said.

River sighed, his shoulders drooping at the thought of dealing with Lamb. He shuffled across the hall to Lamb’s office – entering a thick cloud of cigarette smoke tinged with the rotting remnants of pad Thai in the rubbish bin from the night before.

“You screamed?”

“Is that a question? You’re so daft you don’t recognize my voice?”

River bit his lower lip, forcing himself to not respond to the jab.

“Just making sure.”

“Yeah, well thankfully we don’t have any other rejects from your gene pool cluttering up the office. Good thing your mum quit while she was ahead and stopped at you.”

What an insufferable twat, River thought.

Lamb descended into a coughing fit that shook his whole body. River wondered how he passed his medical every year sounding like a tuberculosis patient.

“Anyway, Lady Di has a task for you – seems you were chosen especially since you’ll relate well to the environment among other things.”

“Oh?” River was curious, but worried given how the Park liked to screw Slough House at every turn.

“Yeah – protection duty.”

River’s face perked up as he imagined some high ranking government official in need of his services. “I’m grateful for the opportunity.”

Lamb grabbed the file nearest him and waved it towards River. River reached over to grab it. “Yeah, don’t thank me yet.” Lamb released the folder and leaned back in his chair as it groaned under the strain of his grith.

River opened the file and frowned. “Why does she need protection if she’s never had it before?”

“Death threats – the Royal Family has been getting a slew since the coronation.”

“Isn’t this detail usually handled by the Met?”

Propping his sock encased feet up on the desk, he leaned back further, hands now resting on his rotund belly. “Yep, not enough resources to babysit a spoiled rich girl.”

“She’s only the niece of the King – they must feel it’s credible to give her protection, no?”

“Seems so. Personally I hate the lot of them. That pomp shite – huge waste of taxpayer money. Anointed by divine right my ass. You wouldn’t catch me bowing to someone who shits just like everyone else.”

Right on cue Lamb ripped a loud fart. River backed away to avoid the oncoming stench.

River flipped through the file, skimming over the threat assessment report and his assignment’s fact sheet. Lady Alice Highgrove, age 28 went to Cambridge University, job socialite. What? That’s not a job. Sure he’d seen her splashed across the gossip pages pictured at glitzy events Royals attended, but he didn’t realize that was all she did. River had a bad feeling about this duty.

“Umm, maybe Louisa would be better suited for this as she’s a woman.” Not that Louisa would get on with a spoiled Royal socialite, but at least she’d maybe vibe with the girly crap he dreaded.

Lamb belly laughed, his greasy hair shaking on his head. “She’d murder her inside of 24 hours.”

“One of the dogs?”

“Nope. Lady Di said her Royalness wanted someone at least somewhat attractive.”

River quirked a half grin.

“Yeah, don’t let that go to your head. You’re not being chosen for your skills, but for your pretty boy looks. Her father the Duke demanded she get government protection – you know him right – Duke of Windemere?”

“Ah, yes – the sketchy one with ties to Middle Eastern sheiks and princes and whispers about underage girls.”

“Yeah, that’s the one – don’t get mixed up in anything dodgy. Trot off to the Park for your gun and a stipend. They’re expecting you.”

“What?” River lit up – they were entrusting him with a gun? Maybe this was his ticket back into the Park.

“God, you look like an excited golden retriever. Don’t fuck this up Cartwright – or else they’ll stuff you in the Tower of London and throw away the key.”

“River,” Catherine chirped at him as he neared the staircase.

He stopped and smiled at her, “Yeah?”

“I had seen the file – I’m so proud you got the detail. I think you have a chance of finally getting out of here. You’re grandfather will be chuffed – protecting a Royal.”

“God, I hope so. And she’s a minor Royal,” River said attempting to down play the importance of the protection detail. He didn’t want to give his hopes up, especially since he didn’t know what Lady Alice was like when she wasn’t smiling in a fashionable ensemble.

“Nonsense! She attends Christmas at Sandringham and Royal Ascot. This is so exciting.”

River chuckled. “I think maybe you’d like the detail more than I would. I’ll text you if I need any insight – which I might.”

Catherine looked down and then focused upwards again on River. “That’s kind you’d think I’d be able to help you.”

River didn’t want to point out the obvious – namely her stack of Royal Life and Hello, arranged neatly in chronological order coupled with a Golden Jubilee mug she had on her desk as dead give aways that she certainly knew more about the world he was about to enter.

River arrived at Regents Park about 30 minutes later, file clutched in his hand with a spring in his step. Security let him through seamlessly as he was on the visitor list for a change and he didn’t even need an escort this time. Things were looking up.

Pushing his way through the maze of corridors, he spotted Spider up ahead holding a cup of coffee in one hand and an iPad in the other. River contemplated jogging to catch-up to him, but stopped himself from gloating about the protection detail. Did he need to brag and tempt the fates? No, absolutely not. He had had so little luck since crashing Stanstead that it wasn’t worth the momentary charge it would give him and risk the wrath of karma.

River knocked at an inconspicuous door that required a card swipe which he did not have – yet. He heard shuffling on the other side and the lock disengage. Duffy appeared in the doorway and eyeballed River with a blank look on his face.

“It’s the prodigal nepobaby. I assume you’re here for your service weapon and stipend?”

“Nice to see you too, Duffy. And yes I am,” River said entering the drab windowless office.

“Better you than me. Hope you enjoy garden parties and horse shows and all that posh crap,” Duffy said while unlocking a large metal cabinet. It was the gun safe. He pulled a simple handgun out, checked the tag, jotted down the number onto a form and continued, “Try not to shoot yourself in the foot or worse her with it. You’ll need to sign the form. Let me grab some bullets.”

River signed the release form. Duffy returned with bullets and a small back holster for the weapon. “Oh, and this,” he added, pulling out a credit card from a drawer in his desk. “Remember any charges will require back-up proof of the work necessity for the purchase.”

“Of course, I’ll keep a log. Thanks, Duffy.”

“You need to report to her flat at Kennington Palace at six this evening. She’s attending a fundraiser at the National Portrait Gallery. Look like you belong there – suit, tie – got it?” Duffy said.

“I know how to dress,” River said suppressing an eye roll. No bad karma. He had to stay charming, polite and lose his frustrated attitude about his work.

River arrived early at the Palace to ensure he wouldn’t upset his charge. An actual real life butler answered the door and let him into a foyer more grand than luxury hotels. To the right was a semi-spiral staircase to the left a checkerboard black and white marble floor that led to an archway where he heard a commotion.

A small ball of fur darted out in a blur of brown and white with flying floppy ears. All energy and shrill barking. River took a step back as it charged at him, excited paws scratching on his trouser leg.

“Whoa! Down boy or girl!” River tried backing up more and more till he bumped a plantstand.

“Sir! Have a care, please!” the butler said as he rushed over to steady a large crystal bowl of fresh flowers.

“So sorry,” River responded, feeling his cheeks warm.

In the chaos River hadn’t seen the young woman who he recognized as Lady Alice Highgrove enter. She wore a smirk as she bent down to pick up the energetic dog. “Naughty, naughty Mr. Darcy, you scared mummy’s new friend.” She nuzzled the dog to her cheek while batting her eyes at River.

“Pleased to meet you ma’am,” River extended his hand which she didn’t take and continued, “I’m River Cartwright.”

Lady Alice gave him the once over. “You’ll do, but you are bit more scruffy than I expected. I thought protection detail had to be clean shaven. Oh, and it’s Lady Alice, not ma’am. God, I’m not that old yet,” she said in a very posh RP accent.

She wandered past the archway into another room while River stood there wondering what he was supposed to do. “Well, aren’t you coming? Are you daft or something?”

“Uh, no, I didn’t want to seem impertinent,” River mumbled.

River took a deep breath. He was so out of his league with this detail. He hadn’t had time to find a protocol sheet on what to call her and all that other nonsense etiquette rubbish. He’d text Catherine later for some pointers.

Following Lady Alice into what he assumed you’d call a sitting room, unless it was a drawing room – he had no idea what the difference was to be honest. He watched her drop down on a very overstuffed toile patterned sofa and put her dog down next to her. The dog wasn’t sitting for more than five seconds before he made a bee-line for River again, barking and anxiously scratching all over his leg again.

“He likes you! That’s a good sign. You can pet him, maybe he’ll stop pestering.”

River supressed a sigh. Bending, he patted the fluffy cavalier spaniel’s head and smiled. “Hi there fella.” The dog snarled, snapped a little and River recoiled.

“Mr. Darcy! Stop that!”

“It’s okay, ma – I mean Lady Alice.”

“Is this your first day on the job?” she asked giving side long glance to her butler.

“No, I’m an experienced agent. I assure you.” Just not used to yipping dogs and Royal protocol he felt like adding. River also noticed she wasn’t dressed appropriately for a fundraiser at a museum more like a night out. He glanced at his watch, it was already quarter past five.

“You have somewhere to be?” Lady Alice asked, brow arched, head cocked, not unlike her dog as she too had brown hair and warm, but cunning hazel eyes.

“No, but don’t you? I was told you’re attending an event at the National Portrait Gallery tonight at six.”

“Oh, that’s what I told my parents. No, we’re actually going to Sketch to meet up with a friend of mine for drinks and then maybe a club afterwards.”

River scowled. There was no place more difficult to keep a potential target safe than a bar or nightclub. The noise, the crush of people, the lights, the alcohol and drug use made it a nightmare. Not to mention he couldn’t shadow her into the ladies toilets.

“Do you always look like that or do you have indigestion?” Lady Alice asked, stroking Mr. Darcy’s head.

Taking a deep breath and trying to make his face as neutral as possible, River said, “No. I’m just concerned about the challenge of keeping you safe in a bar or a club.”

“You said you’re experienced. Plus, I can’t believe someone would want to hurt me. I’m like 18th in line or something. I’ve lost track, too many cousins with babies ahead of me.”

He forced a smile. “Yes, I am. Certain venues are just not ideal, especially since I already mapped all the exits out for the National Portrait Gallery and various routes away from the venue just in case.”

Lady Alice hopped off the sofa and strode towards River and patted his cheek nonchalantly, “Aww, how cute, you like to be prepared. James Bond improvises all the time quite well. I suspect you can, too.”

River felt his cheeks burn and bit his lower lip to stifle himself. “With all do respect this isn’t a film and that’s not what MI-5 is like ma’am.” He called her that on purpose – two could play at this game.

“The Sketch is only on the other side of the park and isn’t far from the National Portrait Gallery, so don’t worry, it’s the same escape route back to this heap. Come on, Cartwright, I’ll even let you drive my car,” she said with a wink as she made her way to the foyer. “Wilson, do you have my coat and bag ready?”

River had no choice but to follow after the spoiled Royal. The butler apparently named Wilson helped her into her coat and then handed her the handbag seemingly out of thin air. She clicked open the purse, dropped her phone in and pulled out a set of keys. Wilson opened the door and she exited, River trotted after her with the dog zooming through his legs, almost tripping River. Regaining his composure, he noticed the butler followed them out and saw his minor mishap – not of his doing. However, that didn’t stop Wilson from giving him glaring side-eye.

“You think maybe the dog needs a leash or some training?” River said to no one in particular as he just couldn’t help himself at the sheer frustration. No one paid his comment any mind and he muttered, “Fuck me – I’m screwed.”

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