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thehighpriestexx420 · 6 months

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Pick-A-Gif Collective Tarot Reading

🔮November Predictions 🔮 & Advice 💖

Pile One:

Pile Two:

Pile Three:

Pile Four:

If you don't know the drill : take a moment to sense which gif calls out to you. If there's more than one, there's multiple messages for you. The stronger it calls out, the more it'll resonate. Because this is a collective reading, every detail may not be for you. Take what resonates and leave the rest.

My Services:

Pile One:

Current Energy:

This prediction is already in progress. It's on the brink of coming to fruition.

November:

A major new beginning is taking place this month. You've learned that diving deep into your emotions isn't anything to be afraid of - it only allowed you to emerge stronger. Your energy will continue to get more clear, secure, and serene. You'll have a more stable, calm, and clear mind capable of making decisions in your highest interest.

This love offer coming in will progress into something more as you courageously follow your inner guidance and passionate life purpose. You'll receive support along this journey. This passionate and deep love with this person will inspire self-love and healing for you.

You'll reach a place of clarity and have solid confidence in the universe - you'll be more in alignment with your higher/true self. Illusions crafted by the ego are dissipating along with the brain fog. You're breaking free from old toxic mindsets and allowing your true self to shine with joy. You'll have balance and harmony within yourself and with your partner.

Ideas will no longer just be ideas - they'll be implemented into action. As you've withdrawn from this relationship/taken time for yourself, you've gained immense clarity of the situation. The strong magnetic attraction between you and your soulmate/twin flame will have no choice but to join you together - surpassing any obstacles and circumstances.

The conflict youve experienced has kept you seperated but that time is ending. Conflict invites growth - you'll be growing together and seeing the illusions for what they were.

Your home life and finances will be affected positively. You'll be moving in together - physically and emotionally finding your home in eachother. There will be financial security, stability, and potential for more abundance as you continue to implement your financial ideas into reality.

Pile Two:

Current Energy:

You have 2 options - follow your true self or your ego. 50/50. It could go either way.

November:

Learn to discern between the voices of your ego and true self. Your true self's voice will never contain a negative vibe. It may tell you something your ego would consider negative, such as your crush not reciprocating your feelings, but when your true self speaks you'll feel that it's coming from a place of purity and what feels "right".

Illusions stem from low vibrations and toxicity. This whirlwind of confusion you're in will only dispell when you dive deep into yourself. You feel lost and like you can't tell what's real or not. Surrender this to the universe. Meditate. Develop a spiritual practice and routine.

You're supported by the universe - whether or not your desires manifest doesn't solely rely on your efforts. You're being too stubborn and hard-headed. Don't stress. Don't burdern yourself. Have faith. Let loose and let go.

This month, you're in the process of letting go of these burdens and moving on to better times. In love, there will be a completion of a long term goal as long as you continue to forgive and learn from past difficulties. You will - the timing is up to you.

There will be a union where you'll work together to maintain the positive thinking and faith that allowed this manifestation of yours to surface in the first place.

For finances, you'll be hardworking and determined. Travel has repeatedly come up so I'm seeing that you'll travel to a new place quickly and this will affect all areas of your life. You'll overcome all obstacles with this immense strength and fierceness you have. This idea you have regarding your finances and your intuition will guide you.

Reigning in your unhealthy impulses will give you a nurturing home full of success and abundance. Your career will deal with emotions, artistry, spirituality, and/or advisory. For most of you, you'll be a successful spiritual guide once you follow your own guidance.

You'll be communicating with more diplomacy and care. Nature has come up so you'll either be spending more time outside or finding a home in nature.

Pile Three:

Current Energy:

Impatient, aggravated. This is blocking your manifestation. Remove the blockage and it'll flow to you in time.

November:

You've been obsessing over this goal you have. Temper your emotions and impulses. You're coming in too hot. Moderation and balance is needed. It will be successful, just chill in the meantime.

Channel your frustration into something creative. Engage in your hobbies. Practice self-soothing coping mechanisms. Meditate. There's some intense worry here. Everything will be ok!

In love, you'll be moving on to better times with your life partner/soulmate/twin flame. You'll reconcile with someone from your past.

Take some time to yourself to soul-search. Get in a quiet and calm place to block the noise and outside influences. You need less stimulation.

Achieve balance and harmony within yourself before you achieve harmony with your partner. Its safe for you to love yourself and others. While you need to take a time-out, don't isolate yourself forever.

Trust the timing. You've been waiting for this reunion for a while and it's for a reason. The moment has to line up just right. You can do your part by advancing your state of being. Let go of what you cant control and trust in the universe - this is a part of that advancement.

Pile Four:

Current Energy:

This prediction is already in progress. You're in the planning stage - deciding where to go. It's up to you!

November:

You've walked away from a toxic relationship. This loss has been a difficult time for you. You've lost your home, finances, and love life all in one go. It's been incredibly lonely.

Figure out where you want to go and carefully plan your next steps. You're wondering if that's towards your ex and for most of you, you're being given the go ahead. Have patience. Reach out when you feel prepared and that the time is right.

The tides are changing and your ex is coming in soon. Together, you'll overcome the obstacles that have previously hindered you. You've lost everything and you'll gain it all back.

You'll both continuously put in effort and work in this relationship. The progress will be steady and taken one day at a time.

In finances, you have limitless potential. It's likely you'll be an entrepreneur or have a higher position at work. You'll be the master of your environment - earning you respect, security, stability, and abundance. Your innate ability to create wealth and your hard work will pay off.

Altogether, you'll be moving on from a toxic state of being and upgrading your mindset and life. Your social life will also be improving - there will be more friends and you'll carry yourself with more assuredness and confidence.

You're being asked to have more gratitude and to notice what you do have in life. Ask yourself what you want and then go after it. Take accountability for your actions/nonactions. You can have it all. Open your heart and mind.

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shallowseeker · 1 year

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Lucifer & Jack + immense cosmic burdens

Lucifer would take on the power of the Mark (Amara) because he was the most Beautiful and Good

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Jack would take on the power of God because he’s the most Beautiful and Good

(but in the end it just corrupts them both)

#fic ideas #theme ideas #lucifer & jack #lucifer + the mark #jack + god #tfw + burderns #scenario ideas #tfw key traits #it just made you more of who you are is just an excuse #dark jack theory

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iliveiloveiwrite · 1 year

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Nightmares to Dreams // General Kirigan/The Darkling

Request: Hii i would like to request angst for kirigan where he and reader are in love. The part on s1 where they were inside the fold and he was expanding it and as he was doing so, reader was injured then reader was dying or smt then suddenly everything was just a dream when reader woke up - anon

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it! I haven’t written in a very long time so I’m still getting used to things!

Warnings: angst to fluff, nightmares, mentions of violence, upset, comforting, hurt/comfort.

Word count: 1.5k

The first thing you notice is the drop in temperature; your teeth clatter together and goosebumps cover every inch of skin that is bared to the elements.

The second thing that registers is the noise; the terrible, frightening noise of the Volcra as they swarm above you, wings flapping as they look for their next meal.

The final thing you come to notice is Kirigan, stood metres away from you, arms raised in semblance of a victorious pose.

You call out to him; your voice landing on deaf ears for he doesn’t move, doesn’t even acknowledge your desperate pleas. Fear begins to choke you; cutting off your pleas, your begging. The blood in your veins turns to ice as you come to realise what the love of your life plans to do.

Each and every step towards him is a challenge. The threat of the Volcra combined with the unknown from Kirigan creates an atmosphere that could rival even the lowest circle of hell.

Darkness swirls around Kirigan; his power coming out to play now that he has an audience. You watch, tears silently falling down your face as the fold begins to expand.

You try one last time. His name – a blessing in the past, said with love and joy now tastes bitter as you beg him to stop, to think again.

It all comes to a stop – every thought, every word – when the claws of a Volcra rip through your kefta to the skin below.

His name dies on your lips as the Volcra’s claws dig deep into your body. The pain is too much; searing heat rushing through your body, a scream lodged in your throat as your vision begins to fade. The last of your strength, as the Volcra flaps its enormous wings, goes toward looking at the love of your life to find you barely even recognise him at all.

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You wake with a start, panic turning your veins to sludge as you take a minute to get used to your surroundings.

A bedroom. Four walls; two large windows, black curtains.

A bed. Four-poster, dark sheets, not alone.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you turn to see Kirigan still sound asleep, utterly unaware of the nightmare you had just faced. A pang of envy hits you, jealous of his ability to sleep through just about anything.

Your heart rate slows to its normal rate; the adrenaline leaving your body just as swiftly as it had arrived, leaving you cold and on edge. Rubbing a hand across your face, you know you were not about to fall back asleep so easily.

Leaving the bedroom, you cast a single glance to the man still sleeping peacefully. Despite everything, a fond smile settles on your lips at the sight. Kirigan looked so much younger in sleep; less burderned by the world, and by his power. An arm stretched above his head, he turns his face inwards to his elbow, letting out a quiet snore as sleep pulls him further under.

You head immediately for Kirigan’s favourite spot; a loveseat just big enough for the both of you. You couldn’t count on one hand the hours you had spent on here, entwined with Kirigan, talking of nothing and everything all at once.

It’s cold when you sit down; the warmth having been leeched from the room as night descended. You grab the blanket from the back of the chair, wrapping it around you tightly. The material is soft against your skin; soothing as you try your best not to think of the nightmare.

The room is dark save for the dying embers of a fire lit the night before. It pops and crackles; providing you with a soundtrack for forgetting the horrors from your sleep. The nightmare flashes in your mind; the look on Kirigan’s face, his power-hungry gaze, and the pain of the Volcra’s claws. They circle your mind; revolving, one after the other, making it hard to focus on little else.

Exhausted, you run a hand down your face, wanting nothing more to be asleep beside the man you so desperately love. In the dark of the room, you could feel him reach out to you as he so often did in the night. His arms coming to encompass you; his nose burying in your hair. Kirigan needed the physical contact; he needed to know that you were still there, alive and happy.

“There you are,” A voice sounds, pulling you from your reverie. Kirigan smiles sleepily as he pauses at the bedroom door. “I couldn’t find you.”

A watery smile adorns your lips at the sound of relief in his voice. There was no sign of the tyrant from your nightmare. In his place was the man you had known for years, the man who loved you beyond recognition. “I’m sorry,” You reply, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“Darling,” Kirigan begins; his voice rough with sleep and concern, “Why are you awake at this time?”

You shrug, not quite meeting his gaze. “I wanted to get an early start.”

Kirigan wanders to you; his black robe swishing quietly against the floor before he gestures for you to move to one side. He settles beside you, reaching for you with no hesitation as he wraps you in his arms. You breathe easier with your back pressed to his chest; feeling warm and safe despite the horrors you had just encountered in your sleep.

Kirigan presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s try again,” He murmurs, “How come you’re awake before the sun?”

“I had a nightmare,” You confess quietly, feeling rather childish in the grand scheme of things.

He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You hide your face in your hands. “It was awful,” You lament, your voice somewhat muffled. “It was absolutely awful.”

Kirigan shifts your positions, settling you across his lap and tugging your hands from your face so he can see and hear you better. “Darling, I have to know now if it’s got you this worked up.”

You take a deep breath before unloading the horror to him. “We were in the fold; it was so cold and the Volcra were circling. I was trying to find you and when I did, you had no interest in me. You were focused on expanding the fold, wanting to make it bigger and destroy any town and village that lay in its path. I tried getting closer to you, but the ground had turned to mud and I kept slipping. I kept shouting for you, over and over, and you simply ignored me or didn’t even hear me. Finally, it ended when a Volcra grabbed me in its claws, ripping at my back. The last thing I saw before I woke up was you, overloaded with power.”

Silence descends upon the room. You daren’t look Kirigan in the eye, not wanting to see the hurt that would surely be reflected there.

Kirigan takes in your words; feeling every one of them like a lance to his heart. Once upon a time, he wouldn’t have hesitated in his plans to expand the fold, but that all changed when he fell for you. He had his opinions over Grisha and their treatment within Ravka and throughout history, but now that he something worth living for, he was not about to risk it all.

He takes your face in his hands. He presses a kiss to your forehead, one to your nose before kissing your eyelids. Kirigan presses his forehead to yours in silent apology.

“I’m sorry you had to see all that,” Kirigan murmurs after a moment. “I can’t imagine how terrifying it would have been.”

Kirigan’s thumbs trace over your cheekbones; soothing you entirely. “It was so dark, and you couldn’t hear me,” You whisper, pain evident in your voice.

“I will always hear you,” Kirigan promises. “I will always look for you. I will always come for you.”

You do not doubt him. “I’ve never been so scared.”

Kirigan releases your face in favour for wrapping you in his arms, holding you close to his chest as if he could protect from all the horrors in the world. “Are you still scared?”

You shake your head, pressing your nose to his chest and inhaling the his familiar woody scent. “No, I know I have you to protect me.”

“You will always have me to protect you whether it be from threats or nightmares. There is no life without you in it; my reason for living.”

His words wash over you as sleep starts to pull you under. Kirigan smiles fondly at the sight; he could easily carry you back to bed and fall back asleep beside you, but he doesn’t want to risk disturbing you further. Instead, he brushes your hair away from his face and kisses your forehead, hoping he has done his best to your nightmares into dreams.

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accihoe · 6 months

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Even At Your Darkest Hour

Pairing: detective!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: She promised she'd always be there for him. But in a dark space mentally, Bucky shied away from her, wishing to not burdern her with his problems.

Warnings: It's detective Bucky, so most definitely will not be for sensitive readers. Mentions of kidnapping (not Y/N I hate that kind of content 🤢), but nobody actually gets kidnapped. Slight hints towards mature themes. Kiddos stray to my appropriate works. No smut.

Genre: Angst to fluff.

A/U: 50s

A/N: Same as always. My work is mine. Please give me credit for my work should you post it elsewhere or use my ideas. God bless. :))

xxxx

Never in her life did Y/N imagine being the wife of New York's best detective, James Barnes. She never imagined a life of luxury for digging up other people's secrets.

James deems her a great help. She's spectacular at picking up detail at first glance and has got a brilliant memory. Not to mention, she's a trophy of a wife. Always prim and proper. She knows her place but does not allow people to walk over her. Brilliant in all aspects of being a wife. Ideal partner to accompany him to every event, work related or not. But the public can't uncover James's secret, that him and his wife are married for beneficial reasons.

On a particular Tuesday evening, James received a case that wrenched his guts, which made him nauseous and in cold sweat. A case of a threatening kidnapper. That same guy who was around when James was a kid. The man who nearly took him and his sister when they were playing in the park.

Suddenly, he was a little boy again, trembling with fear. He stayed in the confines of his office until early morning hours. When he arrives at home, he makes an effort not to wake up his wife. But to his surprise, she's awake when he enters their shared bedroom. "I'm sorry I'm late. An urgent case got delivered as I was locking up." He whispered.

His wife turns to him with a small smile. "Don't apologize. Would you like me to warm some dinner?" She asks as she gets up and makes her way to him. He shakes his head. "Come here." She whispers. He makes his way to her mindlessly. She wraps herself around him, hands sliding off his coat. "Honey.. I-I.. not tonight? Okay? I'm sorry." James stutters.

"I know darling. I'm just helping you out of your clothes." His wife assures as she steps back to undo his bowtie and shirt. "Should I run you a bath?" His wife asks as she hangs his coat and bowtie on a coathanger and tosses his shirt into the laundry basket. "If you don't mind, no, thank you." James's voice is uneasy.

Y/N hangs up his trousers and hands him his pajamas. Once he's dressed, she takes him by the hands as they stand before their balcony. "What's on your mind?" "Nothing that should worry you too, darling.". "Please tell me." She sighs, cupping his neck with her hand. "I will, but not tonight. Tonight I just want to hold you." James says. "Alright." She agrees with a small smile.

The next morning (a couple of hours later), when James awakes, panic settles in his chest when he can't find his wife. Thankfully, he is able to hear her movements downstairs. With his gown on, he makes his way downstairs. "Good morning, sugar." He smiles at her. "Hi honey." She smiles, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Why are you up so early?" He asks.

"It's not early, love. It's well past ten." She hums. "Shucks. I needa get to the office." James scrambles back upstairs and has a quick bath before rushing downstairs, half dressed. His wife chuckles, amused. "Let me help you." She does his tie for him and buttons his shirt, combining his hair into place. "You're a darl." James sighs as he kisses her. She hands him lunch before he runs off to the office.

Later in the day, as James is looking through evidence and hints, a knock on his door makes his skeleton just about jump out of his skin. He reaches for the pistol in his drawer as he calls for the person to come in. "James. It's been a while." Brock, an old school friend, steps in. James closes the drawer without Brock noticing.

"May I help you, Rumlow?" James asks. "Not going to greet an old friend?" Brock snickers as he sits down across from James, who closes his brown leather file. "Oh, you needn't worry about me seeing that confidential information. I already know everything. That's why I'm here." Brock says. James stays silent.

"I want to strike a deal." Brock says as he leans back in the chair. "And what might that be?" James asks lowly. "I'll trade you information. For that pretty wife of yours." Brock leans forward. "You're ridiculous. Get out." James scoffs. "Come on, Barnes. I know she's a token more than love." Brock laughs. James's face hardens.

"Get. Out. She is my wife, and I will not trade her for information that I am very likely to find out on my own." James hisses. "Not even for the sake of Becca and little George's safety?" Brock teases in a baby-like voice. "Get out!" James warns for a final time, grabbing a knife from his belt and holding it at Brock's throat.

"Alright, alright." Brock gets up with raised hands. "I warned ya, pal." Brock says as he closes the door. With a heaving chest, Bucky sits back down, shakily sliding the knife back into his belt garter. Another knock sounds at the door, "James? Honey?". He calls her in. "Hey, I saw Brock on my way here." She says innocently, going up to his desk.

"Darling, are you alright? You're awfully pale." She worries, laying a hand against his forehead and then his cheek. "Yeah. I'm fine." He croaks. "I brought you a treat." She changes the subject as she sits down on his desk. "Y/N, did you tell anyone that our marriage was for beneficial reasons?" He rushes out. "What? Buck, of course not." She says, taking a tin out of her bag. "Why do you ask?" She asks as he stays silent. "Rumlow knows about it." Bucky says.

A shiver crawls up Y/N's spine. "Oh.. I don't know where he could have heard it from." She whispers. "Now, what's that treat?" James smiles. She lays the tin on his lap. Bucky opens it, and a grin spreads across his face. Y/N smiles at the sight, cupping his jaw. "Kiss first. As a sign of gratitude." She smiles. "Oh honey, I'm very grateful. But I'd never say no to a kiss." James grins up at his wife.

As they lean to kiss a knock interrupts them. James groans before sitting back and allowing the person to enter. Y/N clears her throat and hops off the desk. "Barnes. Mrs Barnes." Sam smiles with a nod. "Hi Sam." Y/N greets back with a friendly wave. "Can I help you, Wilson?" Bucky clears his throat.

"Look, I got some more info for you. But at a price. Zemo wants us to meet up with him at the Williamsburg Bridge." Sam says. Y/N and James give each other an uneasy look. "I know it sounds suspicious, but he sounded quite sincere. And he's never personally wronged us." Sam argues. "Alright, fine. When?" James sighs. "James!?" Y/N whisper shouts.

After Sam gives Bucky the information he leaves. "I must get going." Y/N says, getting up. "What? Why?" Bucky sounds defeated. "I only came to drop the brownies off." Y/N says. "Well what else could you have on your plate? It's not like you're busy." James asks. Y/N gives him a stern look.

"I'm sorry sugar I'm just stressed." He sighs. "It'd help if you talk." She offers gently. "Not yet, sweetheart. I'll tell you when the time's right." James says. "Alright. I'll be there when you need me. But before I go," Y/N goes up to her husband. She kisses his cheekbone ghostly, and leaves. Leaving James hot, happy, and excited. Until he opens the file again.

Two days later, when the meeting with Zemo is scheduled, James and Sam hire a car together. They drive to the location and wait underneath the bridge at the water as instructed. Zemo arrives shortly after. "Gentlemen." Zemo greets. They turn around. "What do you have for us?" Sam asks. "Lots. But I want something in return." Zemo says as he lights a cigar. "And what would that be?" James steps closer to him.

"I want you to tell me about the Vietnam war. Give me all the Intel you have." Zemo says, looking at the water. "You're insane." Sam shakes his head. "That, or your shanghaier gets his way." Zemo says. "He sends kids to become crimps?" James asks. "Yes. And I hear he's got his eyes set on a particular eight-year-old by the name of George James Barnes." Zemo turns to James and Sam. Bucky's blood runs cold and he feels nauseous.

"What will you do with the information should I give it to you?" Bucky asks. "Barnes!" Sam doesn't believe what he's hearing. Bucky simply raises his gloved hand to silence Sam. "The same as you. Protect my family." Zemo answers. As James ponders on telling him, sympathizing with the man, he hears someone. He reaches for his gun and shoots in the direction without warning.

A shootout starts instantly. Out from the dark emerges Brock Rumlow and a few other men. The men shoot at each other until all their bullets are out. They then resolve to fists. A few get dumped into the water, Sam being one of them. James goes to help Sam when Brock comes at him from behind. He pushes James onto the floor, scraping his cheek. He turns him over to land blows at him.

James manages to throw Rumlow off, spraining his wrist in the process. Once Brock lands in the cold water he orders his men to surrender. They swim out and run away. Zemo is gone too. Sam helps James up "You alright man?" Sam asks. James nods. "You?" He asks. Sam nods. When he's back home Bucky is quiet upon entering. As he half expected, his wife is not asleep. "Darling what happened to you?" She worries as she rushes to his side.

She gasps, seeing the gash on his cheek, the very same one she had kissed earlier that day. "I'll go have a bath, and then we can sleep. Sound good?" He asks. "No you're hurt!" She worries, taking his hand. James pulls it back with a soft cry. "Sweetheart.. Did I hurt you?" She whispers. He shakes his head. "Rumlow pitched with a bunch of guys. Beat us up. Including Zemo." James says.

Y/N makes him sit down on the bed as she cleans his face and then wraps his wrist delicately. "Plum, I'm gonna need you to go stay with Becca and them for a few days. I'm gonna be out chasin' someone and I don't want you alone." Bucky lies. "Alright.. Promise you'll stay safe?" She asks. "Promise." He says. Y/N glances into his baby blues before pressing a kiss, and then another, and then another, to his temple.

After a few days, Y/N leaves to stay with Rebecca and her husband and their son. The little boy is thrilled to see his favourite aunt again. The family, along with Y/N, spends the week together, Y/N even has the honour of dropping George off and picking him up from school. They get ice cream without informing his parents.

"I'm going to the grocery store to make up for my stay here. Give me your list." Y/N tells Rebecca. "Oh, don't be silly, that's not necessary." Rebecca smiles, shaking her head. "I insist, Bex. Hand it over." Y/N treatens playfully. "You're the best." Rebecca sighs as she hands Y/N the sheet of paper.

Y/N leaves and shops for the needed items and buys all of them, including a few snacks for George. Once in the parking lot Y/N hears footsteps approach her. "Hi Y/N." A voice says. "Oh hi, Brock. How are you?" Y/N asks once she's turned around, obvious to him and James's rivalry. "I've been quite well. Yourself?" He says.

"Brilliant. I've been visiting my nephew." She says as she closes the trunk. "Ah yes. The one the shanghaier is after, right?" Brock sticks his hands into his pockets, talking casually. "I beg your pardon?" Y/N frowns deeply. "Oh? Did James not inform you? Apparently, a kidnapping chap is after kids to make crimps out of. And your nephew is one of the targets. That's why you're here, right?" He asks. "I.. no? I mean, I was here visiting him. Is there something I should know about?" Y/N was growing impatient.

"Oh boy. James's didn't inform you again?" Brock sighs as he rubs his face. "That's why he sent you here. In case the shanghai actually comes for George, then he can take you instead. Bucky struck a deal with him. He could take you instead of Ge-" a loud thud sounds as Brock falls to the ground.

Y/N instantly pulls her knife out of her bag. "Relax. I'm on Barnes's side." A German accent says. "Zemo?" She asks, putting her knife back. "In case you're wondering, he's speaking half the truth." Zemo says. "What's true and what's not?" She asks, crossing her arms. "Yes, the shanghai is after George." Zemo says. "And I'm here because the shanghaier should take me instead of George?" She asks. ".......Yes." Zemo answers reluctantly.

"But James did not strike a deal with the man saying that he could take you." Zemo says quickly. "Then why will he know to take me instead of George? Because he's looking for children specifically." She asks. Zemo clears his throat and looks at Brock. "I don't know..." He answers truthfully.

"How do I know I can trust you? You got my husband and his friend beat up." She purses her lips. "I did honestly not know Mr Rumlow would be coming. He has ways of knowing things, and nobody knows how. And you can trust me because your husband sent me. Rumlow's chick informed your husband." Zemo says.

"I don't know if I can trust you, Zemo." She sighs. "Alright. Well, how about I prove it to you?" He asks. "How?" She counters. He hands her a note with James's signature on. "You should've given me that from the start. Get in." She gets into her Buick Skylark. Zemo gets in on the passenger's side. "What must I do now? What did James request regarding George?" She asks, starting the car.

"He's requested that you stay there until this evening, then drive back at 9. The shanghai will follow you. James will follow the shanghai. Sam, Steve, and I as well, then we'll capture him." Zemo says, looking at the interior of the car. "Where is your car then?" She asks. "I'll be going in one vehicle with the rest." She drives Zemo to his drop-off point. "Tell James that if George's life and future were not on the line I would have divorced him this very day." And with that she drives off.

Later that evening, at nine sharp, Y/N leaves Rebecca's home. She drives casually, avoiding her usual turnoffs. She, instead, goes to the parking lot of the carnival (which is closed, but the parking lot is still open). She stays in her car, applying her red lipstick and fixing her scarf. A car pulls up.

She does not recognise the car. A masked man gets out, and she watches him walk to her car in her review mirror. She fears for a second that this is a plot to get her until Steve tackles the man. Sam and Zemo follow short, and then her husband appears with handcuffs. Unfortunately, more men jump out of the strange car.

Y/N contemplates reaching for her pistol but suppresses the urge as she hears someone approach her car. The masked man. She gasps, making sure that it's locked. "Please don't hurt my car..." she mutters as he holds out a panga stick. As he's about to break the back window, James pounces him. On instinct, Y/N jumps out of the car. A brief look around, and she sees that there are eight men against four.

"Get inside your car!" James yells at her. The panga stick slides to her feet, and she picks it up, threatening to behead the man holding her husband by the neck. The man calls out to his men, and they raise their hands in surrender. Bucky handcuffs all of them, and Zemo goes to call the police.

Y/N drops the panga and drives off to her and James's home. A couple of hours later, she hears the lock turn. She curls deeper into the sheets and closes her eyes, pretending to be asleep. James goes up the stairs quietly as always, yet this time he's shocked as he finds her with closed eyes.

He whispers a "Hi honey.", but she stays silent. James removes his clothes quietly, opting for a bath this time. After his bath, he's in bed with her in his pyjamas. A hiss escapes his lips as he leans too much weight on his wrist. With a sad frown, he realises that he's unable to hold his wife, so he turns onto his other side, back facing hers for the first time in their marriage.

The following morning, she's up before him as per usual. But she's not home. There's breakfast and lunch for him on the dining table alongside a note.

I'll be home around 3 pm. Take care of yourself, and don't go to the office today. Go easy on your mind and your wrist. You'll worry yourself sick.

- Y/N

He takes her advice, spending the day at home instead. For the first time in a while, he walks around their home, studying the place, admiring it. He sees now the effort his wife put into making it a home for them. The up to date styles, colours, and decorations. After getting dressed, he decides to make up their bed, ignoring the advice of resting his arm. It hurts, but he gets the job done. He even gets them a few groceries.

At 3, he's waiting at the door. She does not arrive. He waits a little longer before getting worried until he sees her car park in the street. He stands at the door with a smile and opens it for her. "Hi darlin'. Did ya have a good day?" His accent is thicker than usual. "Good afternoon, James. Yes, I did." She moves past him, hanging her coat up before going upstairs. Her husband follows suit.

"I was thinking I could make dinner tonight." He says. "Very well. I'll be out then." She says. James takes playful offense, "Hey, my cooking isn't that bad.". "No, I will be out regardless of who's cooking." She says. "What? Where?" He asks. "I will be in Massachusetts." She states. "What?! Why?" Bucky is puzzled. "Business." Is all she says.

"But darling, it's a four hour drive. When will you leave? I don't like the idea of you driving at night." He attempts. "I'm leaving now. I've already packed. Besides, you didn't seem to mind me driving last night." She answers, finally looking at him. Bucky's face drops. "Dollface.." He whispers. "No, James." She shakes her head.

"How could you? You risked my life, no. Had me risk my life without even informing me!? What if I died? What would you have done then, huh? What would you tell my mother? James, you can't just put my life on the line without my knowledge and then waltz in like nothing happened." She says with her hands on her hips.

"Sugar, I wasn't thinking clearly. I'm sorry. It's.. I can't - It's this case. It had me on a chokehold." He says. "I understand, James. I am willing to fight for Georgie, too." She says. "It's not just that..." He sighs as he casts his gaze at the floor. "Then what is it? I am listening if you are willing to tell me what's been bugging you." She says. James shakes his head "I'm sorry, not yet.".

She sighs quietly, picking up her suitcase. "Alright then. When you are ready, tell me." She walks past him. "How long will you be gone?" He turns around, following her. "I'm not sure. It could range from a few days to a week." She answers. "Is.. is it someone else?" He bites the bullet. "James! No. Of course not. This might be an arrangement to you, but it's a marriage to me." And with that, she leaves.

After three days, James thinks he's losing his mind. There are no new cases to work on in big old New York. His wife is somewhere in Massachusetts. His friends are all busy. Rebecca has gone on a camping weekend with her husband and son. His parents are busy. Y/N's parents are busy. He thinks he's about to pop a vein in his head from boredom when the front door unlocks.

In comes Y/N. "Sugar!" He jumps up, taking her suitcase from her. "Hi, Jamie." She smiles. "Be a darling and take that upstairs for me? My folks are on their way." She says. He nods and takes her suitcase up before helping her downstairs. "Did you have a good time?" He asks. "Splendid. I'll inform you after dinner. They're staying for a few days. I hope you don't mind." She answers.

After dinner with the parents, the two couples part ways. James walks into their shared bedroom, undoing his tie. "Care to join me?" Y/N nods towards the bath. "I'd never reject the offer, although I must do something first." He says. When he returns, she's dressed and in bed. "You took too long." She says. James chuckles.

He sits at the side of their bed, putting an expensive looking box into her hands. "This does not make up for what I did or justify it in any sense, but I wanted to give this to you. I didn't buy it recently, I've been waiting for the right moment." He says. "Darling," She gasps as she opens the box, looking at the shimmering bracelet. "You didn’t need to do this." She gasps as she hugs him.

"Thank you." She kisses his ear as she pulls away. "Could you help me put it on?" She asks. He nods with a grin. He attempts to clasp it around her wrist, but his own aches too much, resulting in him releasing a pained "ah". Y/N takes the bracelet, putting it into its box before taking his wrist with gentle hands.

She rolls his sleeve up, eyes widening at the swollen and bruised limb. "Sugar, why didn't you take it easy, huh? Your wrist wasn't this bad when I left." She hums, feeling around gently for any further damage. "Get into bed. I'll show you my gratitude for the bracelet." She says. James's chesks crimson.

She gets Johnson's baby oil and applies it to her hands, rubbing it warm before applying it to his wrist. She warms up the muscles, preparing them for a deeper massage. Bit by bit, she applies deeper pressure, being more gentle around his wrist. She ensures to massage both sides of his arm the same and ends off with linguid strokes towards his elbow.

She wipes her hands clean with a towel, wrapping another around her husband's arm for compression. She ensures he's lying down comfortably before supporting his wrist with their softest pillow underneath it. "You're not mad anymore?" He whispers. She lays on her side, fingers brushing over his forehead. "I'm still a little hurt, but that bracelet is really nice." She smiles.

"I'm still so sorry. I shouldn't have ever done that. And, by the way, our marriage ain't an arrangement to me either. It's a marriage marriage to me." He says, eyes glossy. Y/N gives him a smile in return, kissing his soft lips. "I forgive you." She says.

The lights from outside eluminates the room. Y/N admires her husband, whose eyes are drooping, fatigue slowly consuming his body. "Let me hold you for once." Y/N whispers, shifting to her husband. A quiet giggle escapes her lips as her husband's eyes open swiftly. "What's that honey?" He asks, watching her pull the covers higher over them.

"I said let me hold you for once." She says, wrapping her arms around his neck and torso. James rests his healthy hand over hers, and she intertwines their fingers, kissing his bruised knuckles. He falls asleep within a few moments. Y/N takes this opportunity to trace his delicate features with her fingertips. Tucking hair behind his ears, smoothing his brows with her thumb, gently cupping his bruised cheek in her palm.

Her heart ached for the poor soldiers in the ongoing war, and the one that happened a little over a decade ago.

She wonders what is plaguing her husband's thoughts. Wondering when he'll share that information, if even at this point.

xxxx

Fin. Hope you like it.

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Flower Face: an Elain Archeron playlist

This is my love letter to Elain Archeron, my interpretation of what she sounds like were she to exist as music. Consider this more as an experience and less a list of songs with lyrics that relate to Elain. @elainarcheronweek

My Elain is made up in part of deeply personal headcanons, plus versions of her in works by @bloomingdarkgarden (What Bloomed in the Dark Garden) and @thefangirlofhp (sillage). She is Danielle De Barbarac, a quiet girl with a rich internal world and a heart capable of feeling every emotion ten fold. She has one foot in The Dreaming world of the mystics, and one foot in her rapidly evolving life in Velaris. She wants to be seen for who she is and loved for who she is, gardening-scarred hands and all. She quietly yearns for someone she can't have, never once sharing her woes with any of her sisters. She brings things to life and values learning, creation, travel. This is a musical journey that represents my interpretation of Elain's soul, her internal world, her life in Velaris, her hopes for the future. (It is Elriel leaning, as a disclaimer, because ... I simply cannot help it.) I started off the journey with nature sounds, because Elain is so deeply tied to the land in my mind, and with lush, atmospheric music representing how she presents to the world. As the list goes on, we go deeper and more secrets are revealed until the songs become almost entirely instrumental (moody and brooding in nature to represent an emotional landscape). There are songs in different languages or without words entirely, to represent her displacement into an unfamiliar land, in a changed body, and the uprooting of her ingrained beliefs about that land and the creatures living there; about her integration into the Night Court and her insistence that she belongs. It ends with her prayer to The Mother.

SONGLIST

(Sometimes I will include my decisions for including certain pieces. Other times, I hope you can glean your own meaning <;3) PART I

(nature sounds)

I often imagine Elain waking up at sunrise, before the rest of the city, and just imbibing the land, the birds, the flowers. Noticing things other's don't notice. Seeking solace among nature.

James Newton Howard - A Hidden Life (instrumental)

Mariee Sioux - Wild Eyes tiny darling ghost holder you our soft spirit breather... you plant your burderns way deep down in

Wickerbird - Llewellyn sleep, interred within old Avalon

A song that evokes visions, dreams, prophecy, distant lands

AURORA - Under the Water under the water, we can't breathe we can't breathe under the water, we die hearts will dream again lungs will breathe in feet won't fail you now arms won't let you down

This song has been on my Elain playlist since the start. I always reminds me of her journey into the cauldron, the terror and grief that befell her afterward, and learning how to keep going despite everything.

Flower Face - Cornflower Blue i wanna lay on the kitchen floor with you i wanna do all the things that lovers do bruised on your face like a watercolour bloom moonlight paints your skin cornflower blue

Elain develops feelings for a quiet Shadowsinger...

Steven Price - Ophelia (instrumental) Jean Luc Lenoir - The Mermaid's Croon (instrumental)

"The quiet dreamer"

Ane Brun - Joga (live version) all that no one sees, you see what's inside of me every nerve that hurts, you heal deep inside of me you don't have to speak i feel emotional landscapes

This is a quintessential Elriel song for me, so perfectly capturing how I believe she feels about him (how they feel about each other, honestly).

AURORA - Exist for Love and then you take me in and everything in me begins to feel like I belong

Joe Hisaishi - Heartbroken Kiki (instrumental)

Rachel Portman - Three Women (instrumental)

Elain, Nuala, and Cerridwen's blossoming friendship. Them in the kitchen learning how to make bread, them teaching Elain how to slyfoot, them whispering secrets about lovers and childhood to each other.

PART II (Powers Awakening, Hidden Secrets of the Magic of Velaris, Witches and Mystics)

AURORA - The Forbidden Fruits of Eden (an interlude)

Powers brimming just below the surface, unseen, but felt by Elain.

(nature sounds)

Elain starts visiting the Sidra more and more as her powers develop stronger. I just imagine her sitting by the water, with a scarf around her head, and a small picnic basket, just enjoying the quiet and thinking about her visions and dreams.

Thomas Newman - Starlit (instrumental)

Night-blooming Jasmine, Elain discovers her place in the shadows of Velaris

Karliene - The Fields of Ard Skellig

Elain digs her fingers into the soil of Velaris and night-blooming flowers blossom all around her. She learns the secrets of the mystics and how to control her powers. Our Lady Kingslayer comes into her own and surprises everyone with her strength of spirit.

The Naked and the Famous - Teardrop night, night of matter black flowers blossom fearless on my breath Runah - Witch how she bathes in it she never had a lover that said her name before the way it drops from his lips it's like she's never heard her name sound like a song and she craves it oh she has woken the witch she's becoming Kati Ran - Vinda slowly the journey goes like the walk of an old man seeking in waves and seeking in sand hear the psalm of the wind, its being sung over the mountain and you, will you listen to the melody in the evening Mykur - Nordlys (instrumental) Thomas Newman - Luthien Tinuviel (instrumental) Agnes Obel - Rosian (instrumental) Helisir - Brisingamen (instrumental) Johannes Bornlof - Wolfpack (instrumental) Honey Gentry - Aphrodite Aphrodite, hear my pain I want to fall in love again Not in love with a man of this world Fall in love with life itself

Elain's prayer to the mother

#elain archeron #elainarcheronweek2023 #elainweek2023 #acotar #trembling fawn #JUST KIDDING #SHES DONE #HERE YOU GO #IF YOU HATE IT DONT TELL ME BC I POURED MY WHOLE HEART INTO THIS LOL #ELRIEL #pro ELRIEL #Spotify

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