𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒

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[ga1adriel]

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A STUDY IN :  what  it  means  to  have loved  &  lost  /  the  strength  of  family & the  driving  force  of  revenge  /  the never ending battle between the darkness & the light  /  the  lure  of  the  ocean  &  the  vast  unknown  /  temptation & clawing yourself out of the pit / the ache of a heart that cannot be sated / light illuminating the path to redemption / the lament of immortality / foresight and the deep unrelenting knowledge of the unseen ...

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[martanis]

@troprewatch .✦ week 7 ─ .✦ 1.07 "The Eye"

[ga1adriel]

:  ̗̀➛ what kind of herb are you?

𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔠.        you leave an impression wherever you go. your heart is so strong, so determined, so willing to go after whatever hole you see in the world, whatever wound you need to fix next. you're there. you're justice, hot red and pure gold, fairness incarnate, a paladin in shining armor come to protect and cleanse and heal and yet sometimes you wonder if you're the most corrupt, dirty being in the world, a fraud, a monster in hero's clothing. the world is so intense and you are so small, so fragile, and no matter how hard you try you're never good enough. you want to be good. you want to be good enough. you try so hard and yet the world is so dark and angry and cruel. perfection is always just out of reach and you want things to be okay so bad you bleed with it. you just want things to be right, to be good, to be fair, but you don't know if they ever can be. if you can ever be. 

tagged by : @halbrnd tagging : anyone and everyone !

[halbrnd]

what strange, self - inflicted claws scratch lovelorn breast, carve the very path to immortal dream, to temptation. deign he revolt, for she has accompanied him here. to retreat to a refuge wrought with longing ... with potential. how misled the she-elf is, to believe it fashioned from mere memory. their meeting belongs to possibility, a revelation he yearns to force her reluctant gaze toward. brittle vessels shatter, yet galadriel emerges from the wreckage. her pale bones are built not fragile, for her very marrow is set with conviction. why do you always meet me here ? ❝ why do you always return ? ❞ he barks back cleverly, though fondness swells innate like a purr, akin to the feline thralls that circled melkor's throne, for how alike the twain are ! every act of violence, every inability to let go. both defined by their relentless pursuit, wresting the past in a grasp that refuses to yield. spake she of the darkness within herself, regarded with neither worship nor denial. oh, how he envies her.

& yet relentless seeking strikes perilously akin to a wound. was it here you felt most yourself ? words threaten to tear crevices deep within him, gaping & open, where vulnerability threatens to seep as poison, as awakening, as confession. & he is affeared of the truth that lies dormant there. as her eyes close, as he falters towards her, closer, he seizes his opportunity & bends the obedient world around his discomfort. everything shifts. salt becomes soil, birdsong decorates the wind, the board beneath his boots rots to sodden earth, thick with fallen leaf & spread roots, a canopy above.

here. this feeling he has held on to. ( doth his evasion, this very place, not give answer to her question ? )

the forest in half-light, the cusp where day intertwines with night. shadows linger mercurial in wooded hollows, met by sun's dying glint that slips through branches bowed reverent above. pensive he lingers, deep in thornless wilds that possess a bliss he canst wholly devise. twilit moths flit the moss-scented air. brambles heavy laden with incense of berry, clustered, crimson as the gambeson skirts that fall from his waist, metal-clad chest glinting rust. the very armour he fought in by her side. armour fit to claim a kingdom, to begin a life.

all roads lead back to her, even those he took to forget. how contemptuous she turns from him ! strides so nimble through the bracken, not one step disturbing a single leaf. to walk & leave the earth so unmarred ... her lustre interwreathes the gloaming, tresses adorn'd with gilt shimmer, hair flowing like song from a harp. clad silver & shining as moonlit stream, dove-footed she glides just as silent. & lest galadriel vanish, halbrand follows in the shade. as ossë wishing to be guided by uinen, she his salvation, his release from melkor's corruption, a promise of dominion over all seas. to hearken to the light ... through ancient darkness that obscures his sight, eyes devise for her a crown. the southlander steps forth now, reaches through the drowsy shade to catch her slip of wrist, a grip to hold anchor her. the touch burns beautifully, as do her eyes upon his. what earnestness blooms across cocksure countenance, the shadow of stubbled jaw giving contour to his features. ❝ galadriel. ❞ tone drips as honey from tongue, whet with hope, with ruin. ❝ back there, at the beginning, you were certain every shadow concealed a threat. ❞ & now brandishes he the rough cadence that rattles forth from man's honest throat : ❝ ⸻ yet still you reached for my hand. ❞ ( iron grasp loosens gently, thumbs curious at the touch of immortal pulse, yet refuses to let her go. ) the haunting of all that had lived & died betwixt them ... he writhes under its burden, yearns to get 'neath her skin as she is under his. he pulls her closer, autumnal gaze enfolds in clutches of her gentian sky. ❝ here was the only place either of us stopped running. you from your war. and i from mine. here you were by my side. ❞

[ga1adriel]

it is here, the world turns about. here, in this palace of denial and meandering purpose, she should find herself trapped beneath the shackles of her own discomfort and her own half forgotten desires. at least that is what she strives for, what every blinking star hung so delicately by varda in the night sky beckons her toward. buried feelings. both of anger and regret. but also of something so unspoken, that she fears she may have held it so long inside, the flame once burning so brightly within her chest has been forever extinguished.

( this is the answer to her question. this is his confession, although it comes wrapped in nought but silence. this place belongs to the only the both of them and no other. a sanctuary, despite the deep ache that wraps around her heart. )

she does not have the words, so she offers none — the tension prickling at her jawline ticking over worn muscle.                                                   she feels the filth of battle at her throat, the fine dew that rests beneath the weight of her armour. she feels him. she feels it all.

the scent of flame burns once more upon a breeze so longed for, as she weaves away from him on nimble feet away from the pyre of memories. her bright eyes look up toward the canopy of familiar leaves that shelter them, that draw in the shadows about her as she feels the weight of her armour upon her aching bones. even here she cannot escape it. does he see her as such. as an animal so cowed and weary of her own behavior that she must quicken her step and draw them deeper into the gilded forest that shimmers beneath the glow of the harvest moon above. his shadows flicker at her heels, nipping beneath the silver wrought metal that covers her flesh, writhing between the cracks in her subterfuge as he follows her deeper, lingering beside the tangled limbs of an ancient tree that looms upward toward the heavens.

his fingers at her bare wrist come at once, her name a prayer upon his lips as she turns in too much haste to prepare herself. the shadows at his throat capture her first, a breastful of air trapped in her chest as she fails to exhale. he still captures her like this. a weakness she has never been able to shake. the deep mirth that still glitters in his eyes, deep and unforgettable as his lips drip with a rich earnestness that wraps around her. her body moves of its own volition — drawn closer to him as his touch burns through her and he pulls her closer. and yet she does not ask for her release as he speaks, does not reach down to wrap her own lithe fingers around him and pull him away. she listens and she waits.

❛ none of it was real. ❜ and yet. and yet. galadriel feels the rough pattern of his thumb trail across the inside of her wrist and it captures her breath. she feels the truth bleed through the words he offers, hot and insistent as her eyes bore into the deep, unforgettable warmth of his own and her brow furrows. about them, the evening song of the wild flows through the branches of the trees that watch and wait. she knows this is but a palace of their own design, a cage that they both share.                                                                   ... but she does not wish to leave it.

❛ ... halbrand. ❜ oh, how she wishes it were that simple. she wonders if he will relent to the sound of it upon her tongue. ❛ you were a king of men once. then a savior. then you became... ❜ the words become ash on her tongue as she swallows and her chin dips in consideration of her words.

not all of it. his voice echoes in her mind. the pain of the scar upon her breast piercing the veil for a moment as she winces. she longs for his touch once more, for his attention - for the feeling that bloomed between them in a place such as this within the southlands. the knowledge of it curdles within her like a poison she cannot hope to overcome.

❛ do you think i have forgotten the moment of peace we shared here ? that i wished and hoped it were real — that i have not dreamt of a middle earth that should have been ? ❜ his fingertips tighten and her wrist twists, her own hand wrapping around the wider expanse of his forearm as she touches him and warm light blooms against the scaled gauntlets that guard him.

❛ do you bring me back here to taunt me with what we might have shared and built together, had i not been so foolish ? ❜

[celebrimborium]

galadriel training númenóreans • episode v

[ga1adriel]

❝ i once dreamed of this place. it's real ? ❞

❛ that depends upon your intention. ❜ the land before them ripples with possibilities, both as certain and wavering as the affection that soars within her still. a feeling she wishes she could shake, as she looks back over her shoulder toward when he stands with feet firmly set, ocean eyes drawn from the vista that stretches out before them beyond the cliff edge, toward the limitless horizon of the western seas. beneath the hard fought calcification of her heart, galadriel knows the truth. that none of this truly exists. that it never did. the peace that she feels as the warm wind drifts between her splayed fingers, stretching as if trying to capture its essence. the feeling that flickers between them as her gaze finds his own. none of it is true. all of it is drawn from a well with a poisoned centre.

and yet they are here. together. at what feels like the edge of the arda. although both of them know far better than that.

her attention is captured by him alone, despite the way brightness of arien's charge illuminates the sky before them. this is but the frontier of men and beyond lies a land that neither of them would ever freely admit to wishing to visit again. their reasons may differ, but the truth of it rings out between them — a song that few could understand. the melody is too discordant, twisted and strange. for who would not long to know eternity ?

❛ if you believe it to be real, it will be so. ❜ galadriel's palms itch, her eyes dipping for a moment before they return to linger on the face she has not seen in so very long. the heavy tick of his jaw as he comprehends her words, the glint in his peridot eyes as he glances away before returning to her. she can barely look. her heart stutters beneath her breast, beating a quiet rhythm that has always belonged to him alone.

❛ the men say that dreams reveal our true desires... ❜ her voices carries upon the sweet breeze as her lips part, her gown billowing and wrapping around her legs as she feels the heat of him draw closer toward her. the flickering flames of treachery that seem so at odds with the man who looks back to her with such anguish. a feeling that must be reflected in her own eyes as she fights that pull that makes her want to move closer. to scent the very flames that lick around him still. flames of industry and power, beget from the kindling that she helped to catch and smoke so long ago.

❛ ...perhaps, they speak the truth ? or else a pretty notion. ❜

come closer. her spirit waivers with a longing she wishes she could deny. always reaching for him despite the way she knows he will burn her, and turn her very essence to naught but cinders and ash.

[kwistowee]

The eyes of the Lady of Light were "keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory."

[haladrielgifs]

[halbrnd]

dusk descends in pale plumes of lavender & honey, yet the north horizon harbours a growing bruise, marred by clouds accursed with the promise of storm. the sun kneels, bows his gilt crown'd head to the ivory moon who rises in all her cold resplendent glory. & below are those celestial bodies mirrored, not upon belegaer's glassy surface, but a seashaken deck ⸻ their drenched throne, their splintered bed. the earth lain barren of all 'cept saltwater, wood, elf & man.

⊱    @ga1adriel   ┊ ❝ i don't think you know yourself. ❞

a bold claim from one who's spent a millennia chasing shadows. how she bites so dangerously close to the bone! this brazen she-elf with her salt tangled gold mane, with little else to do but repose stubbornly as far from him as possible & pry with those cerulean-silver eyes that see all too deeply. ( oh he is aware she seeks to unearth, alludes to truth as if it were precious quartz concealed in coastal cliff's fissure ) & some things buried ought never see daylight again. brawned arms abdicate oar & he rests back 'pon scabbed elbows, soaked tresses dripping brine into his collarbone hollows. ❝ maybe i don't. ❞ a tilt of raffish jaw as weary eyes draw up to regard her, hazel & guarded. maybe i've been running for so long i wouldn't know where to begin. ❝ and yet you wear certainty like armour. ❞ cracked lips part to deflect, rugged timbre accompanied by a wry raise of brow. ❝ tell me, galadriel, who are you are without it ? ❞

[ga1adriel]

confidence snakes about him, writhing and turning in perfect intricate loops. to glare and the pick at her words with serpentine eyes that glint with opportunity — her words, ones she attempts to choose wisely despite their return to this shared space, this monstrous ocean of secrets and uncertainty that stretches out beneath them. galadriel's eyes lock against his own. unflinching, a silent battle against her own better judgement as the lapping of the waves that surround them nudge against the battered raft that has so often been a marked space in her dreams of late. there is nothing but the roar of the depth that reaches out beyond them. the glaring open maw of the sky above, gold and amethyst meeting the deep unfettered blue below. were it possible for the space to swallow them whole, it would. she wishes it might as she bites at the dry skin of the bottom lip.

❛ do you imagine a softness within me? ❜ she nips at his tone, her unflinching gaze tipping away to the great beyond and the limitless sea that makes her yearn for distant shores that might offer some comfort.

❛ i fear it is something far more brittle that exists beneath, sharper and more unforgiving than you might wish. ❜

galadriel's smile is cutting - though perhaps he would think her softer yet, a gentle thing wrapped 'neath sheets of ancient patience, forged within a crucible of pain and punishment. would that be his wish ? she thinks not. for he has seen her broken, tried to be the one to break and mould at his own pleasure. but it was her own failings that caused the most pain, not his own. the hazel autumnal shift of halbrand's attention beats into her as a heavy hammer upon the anvil of indecision. a familiarity that only breeds contempt — despite the heat of the kindling beneath the weight of her heart.

❛ why do you always meet me here ? ❜ her words whisper upon the breeze that shifts between them, the world that belongs to neither of them altering again as the water settles to the stillness of a millpond. her eyes close, her lips parting as she feels him close - the burning shadow, the darkness that prickles at teases at the edges of her mind. he swoops between the fractures hope within her and seeks to find a shelter she knows should not feel so sacred. 

❛ here, at the beginning. at the end of all things. was it here you felt most yourself ? ❜

[okthisway]

Halbrand: So this is about vengeance? Galadriel: One cannot satisfy thirst by drinking seawater. Halbrand: Then what is it?

[eliounora]

a star through your fingers

[ceeyoutea]

for the love of galadriel: 30/∞

[halbrnd-deactivated20251110]

@ga1adriel    [ EYES ]   sender notices receiver looking at them .

the  thrill  of  a  gallop  !    birdsong  barely  invades  sunrise  as  dawn  chorus  retreats  to  the  skies  at  the  pounding  of  passing  hooves .   clad  in  splendid  teal  chased  with  gold  &  a  wild  glimmer  in  his  eyes  the  southlander  emerges  swift  upon  the  riverbank ,   a  mere  tail-length  behind  the  elf .   a  toss  of  shadowy  mane  as  rein  is  tugged  swiftly  towards  galadriel's  pale  mare ,   flanks  touching  as  they  steadily  slow  to  a  walk .   early  light  dances  upon  the  glanduin ,   a  twisting  serpent  beside  them as   water  mint  brushes  at  their  mounts'  legs .   speckled  with  stars  of  violet  the  fenland  grows  bright  &  verdant  at  river's  edge yet  his  gaze  now  lingers  upon  the  she-elf ,   her  cheeks  painted  rosy  by  the  warmth  of  the  wind  &  the  delightful  taste  of  freedom  ── the illusion of it ,  at least .     “  you're  right ,  ”    he  yields ,   leans  serenely  back  against  saddle  with  the  breezy  airs  of  a  king  upon  his  throne  as  a  smile  suffuses  across  raffish  features   “  a  ride  does  raise  one's  spirits .  ”   

rising  against  the  horizon ,   snow-laden  &  rugged ,   the  misty  mountains  forge  a  breath-taking  backdrop  to  the  city  far  below .   he  runs  a  hand  through  dark  hair ,  tinged  rich  chestnut  in  the  hazy light ,  as  he  lifts   his   gaze  sullenly  to  the  ivory  towers  nestled  in  the  distance .   how   far  they  had  come ( &  in  more   ways  than  distance )   the  silence  of  the  morning  lingers  in  hazel  eyes  yet  with  warmth  at  the  swell  of  his  tongue intimacy  colours  his  voice .   “  let’s  not  return  just  yet .  ” 

[ga1adriel]

she finds herself feeling more alive than she has done in decades moving beside him, centuries even, as they ride out together against the rising sun over the east and beyond the mountains that stretch away beyond. plumes of hot breath catch in the chill of the season's changing air as galadriel looks across her shoulder to where he now rides beside her - the sweat and scent of their horses filling the space between them as she leans lower to run her hand along her steed's muscular throat. the tips of her fingers rake through fine grey dappled softness as her beast cants' forward before tilting its head toward the heavy set brown stallion upon which halbrand sits. noble he seems, right and just - a perfect fire in his amber and hazel eyes she cannot help but focus upon as a fleeting smile drifts across her lips.

❛ they will miss us eventually - though i confess i hope it is not for a while. it is not so often i've been able to ride with such joy and without urgent purpose... ❜

she thinks briefly of the broad númenórean beach and the rolling hills of the island she'd traversed, but even then it had been upon a quest for knowledge. for now it is simply them, together - a chance to show the newly forged king of the southlands the beauty of eregion before need summons him home. the thought of it is not something she finds she wishes to dwell upon, the realisation of just how close they have become rushing over her as galadriel takes a deep sweet breath of cool air. the mere thought of his absence makes something deep within her chest curl up, aching and unknown.

❛ ...i have not felt peace like this in an age. ❜ a once unspoken, soft drifting confession that runs deeper than he may realise. her crystalline gaze shifts from his well known features where he rests so confidently upon his mount; far and away across to the horizon that extends beyond them.

❛ i wonder at what all of this holds for you - whether or not the darkness can be driven back and your home restored. i hope that you are able to tend to what remains…❜

[mvndrvke]

"Thank you." Celeborn offers her a weak smile, taking her hand and following her out to sit beneath the clear part of the sky they linger beneath. He sits, feeling the distance between them even though they sit so close together.

He opens his mouth to speak, but she does first, and he's relieved for it. While she does not mention their feelings directly, it hangs between them all the same. It's a relief to see it and acknowledge it, and it shows in how he eases beside her.

"You owe me no explanations," he says when she continues, and he thinks perhaps he's found the place of her discomfort. "You have lived a life without me, one I am a stranger to now. I do not hold you to promises we made when we were younger, if that is...." He tries and fails to not wince. "I held no expectation that you would wait for me as a ghost in these halls. There is no ill will between us if you have taken a lover, or simply do not wish to be bound to me. I am...."

It's not easy to continue, but Celeborn thinks he must. For her sake, if she is to be happy. If she has been happy during his time away from her side. He exhales slowly.

"I am not as I was. I know. I am learning to live in a world that is not darkness again. I fear it will be a long and challenging road for me to be as I was, or even some glimmer of it. Even if I returned unchanged, I would not have expected you to wait so long. Galadriel, my light." He offers her a small smile, uncertain but full of love. "My only hope is to see you happy."

[ga1adriel]

❛ we are not as we once were, but you are no stranger to me. ❜ he is broken, but not beyond repair. a soft stroke of gold and light, the kindness of touch and adoration will restore him no matter how long it may take, their lives stretch on for centuries and all they have is time. for better or for worse, galadriel feels herself bend toward him just as a flower may search out the sun no matter how deep it may find itself buried. she can feel the ache in his bones, the pain wrought upon his fea. the endless nights he faced and she is all the worse for it. responsibility sinks inside of her as if a boulder plunged into the depths of a bottomless ocean.

❛ meleth nin... ❜ he speaks of her happiness and she feels the emotion swell within her chest, a raw force of nature - tidal as it sweeps over her and sweeps doubt aside if only for a mere moment. ❛ all i have done, all i will do is for the safety of our people - if i am at fault it is my own doing. there has been no day that i have not thought of you and your loss. happiness has never come easily and i have never sought it - ❜ blood and sweat. tears of rage founded in a crucible of her pain. revenge and clarity come all at once, hand in hand as she sinks toward him and lowers her forehead to meet the swell of his shoulder beneath the soft gowns of recovery he wears.

❛ we are both changed - but you were never forgotten or replaced. i do not owe you this but you deserve it... ❜ she thinks of those that took him from her, took finrod and all of those she held close to her heart. she thinks of elrond and his endless patience, his care and love. she thinks of what her heart had always wanted and the darkness that now pricks against her soul beneath the wound she had taken in desperation - spreading like vines beneath her chest and closer to her true nature than any other.

❛ …perhaps i chased the darkness because i believed it would bring me closer to the truth. but i have found nothing but my own heart, the light below bound deeper and stronger. ❜

her breath is slow and even as she tilts her head to look up to him, lithe hands finding his own, her fingers threading between his own. the healers will complete their work, this she knows. but celeborn's pain is more than that of his flesh. and she will tend to it just as she ought to. just as she should. galadriel feels young again, just as she did when they were bound together underneath the dappled light of doriath. she did not fully understand then what they would mean to each other, but she does now. love is various in shape and size and her love for him knows no limit or form.

❛ my light has always been kindred with own. i care for you more than i can express or understand. i will see you well again, i will find that which was lost within you and bring it to the surface once more. i would not be parted from you again to face this world alone... ❜

[daily-dose-of-fantasy-art]

Ellizaart, Galadriel /LOTR

[mvndrvke]

@ga1adriel ( continued. )

Celeborn leans into her touch, tilting his head so he can kiss the inside of her wrist. He wishes he could get the thoughts to calm; this is the closest he can get, when her attention is on him and he can focus on nothing but her and her presence. Cool as ocean waters and gentle as a summer breeze. He wishes they could stay this close forever.

"I fear sleep," he murmurs. "I fear I will wake up and be back there in the dark. It's thought enough to keep me from closing my eyes for more than a moment; I do not know that anything will help." He purses his lips, considering for a moment.

"Perhaps we could sit together on the balcony. I think I might feel better if I can feel the sun; I cannot warm myself enough indoors." His thin frame is less obvious under all the robes he's wearing to try and keep himself warm, but the cold feels like it's burrowed into his very marrow, and nothing is strong enough to chase it away.

[ga1adriel]

he is not wrong to fear it, as pitch as the depths of his dreams will surely be - it is the silence that somehow echos around her own that drives her to nights of endless roaming. her own mother had told her once that the tales that were sown in slumber were visions of one's own true heart brought to the surface. thoughts that bring shame rising to the surface, made buoyant by the tides of exhaustion that bekon them closer. his voice is softer than she recalls, less pride - laced with a shame she cannot bear as he murmurs against her wrist and the warm billow of his breath causes her flesh to prickle sending a ripple of affection rising upward.

❛ if it would make you feel more whole, we can sit wherever you would wish. come, i will stay with you...❜ she soothes him as she would any other, knowing that he deserves more but forgetting how she should be - for it still feels so long ago that they truly knew each other in a deeper intimacy. not strangers, but not as they were either; something undefined as her hand drops to take his own gently and guide him out to where the sun still hangs like molten glass - solid and warm in the sky above lindon despite the clouds of war cutting jaggedly across the horizon and darkening the far east.

( she wishes at once that she could offer him the warmth they had once shared so gladly, but perhaps for now that is not their lot. )

the bench that she finds she barely uses now the view plagues her mind is still adorned with plush cushions and blankets - the smooth wood it is carved from marked for comfort and ease as she waits for him to sit before taking her place beside him. such a small distance between them now. she feels it keenly, as she suspects he does also.

❛ i'm sorry this - our reunion, has not been as joyous as perhaps many would have liked. ❜ galadriel does not mention herself, only the expectation of it all. swinging between them like a bladed pendulum.

❛ i did not think i would see you until the end of my days here. i did not know -- ❜

[ohisms]

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑳𝒀 .    (   a  collection  of  prompts  taken  from  some  common  &  uncommon  tags  used  on  ao3 .  mature  themes  are  present ,  add  “ + reverse ”  to  reverse  roles .  )

﹟  pining﹕ receiver  is  pining  over  sender . ﹟  love confessions﹕ receiver  confesses  their  love  for  sender . ﹟  threats of violence﹕ receiver  threatens  sender  with  violence . ﹟  first kiss﹕ sender  &  receiver  have  their  first  kiss . ﹟  kissing it better﹕ sender  kisses  receiver  after  bandaging  them  up . ﹟  sexual tension﹕  sender  &  receiver  endure  sexual  tension . ﹟  character death﹕ receiver  faces  the  aftermath  of  sender’s  death . ﹟  domestic fluff﹕ receiver  &  sender  share  a  moment  of  domesticity . ﹟  recovering together﹕ sender  &  receiver  recover  from  a  bad  experience  together . ﹟  first meetings﹕ receiver  meets  sender  for  the  first  time . ﹟  love confessions﹕ sender  confesses  their  love  to  receiver . ﹟  crack treated seriously﹕ a  crack  interaction  written  seriously . ﹟  amnesia﹕ sender  is  suffering  from  amnesia  &  doesn’t  recognize  receiver . ﹟  fix-it﹕ a  moment  in  sender  &  receiver’s  relationship  rewritten  to  have  a  positive  outcome ,  from  the  receiver’s  pov . ﹟  getting together﹕ sender  &  receiver  give  into  their  feelings  for  each  other . ﹟  canon rewrite﹕ rewrite  a  canon  scene  from  receiver’s  point  of  view . ﹟  betrayal﹕ receiver  is  betrayed  by  sender . ﹟  nicknames﹕ receiver  uses  a  nickname  when  addressing  sender . ﹟  nightmares﹕ sender  wakes  receiver  from  a  nightmare . ﹟  panic attacks﹕ sender  finds  receiver  having  a  panic  attack . ﹟  severe injury﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  severely  injured . ﹟  flashbacks﹕ receiver  has  flashbacks  involving  sender . ﹟  fakeout makeout﹕ sender  &  receiver  use  PDA  to  provide  a  cover  for  their  fake  relationship . ﹟  possessive behavior﹕ receiver  shows  possessiveness  over  sender . ﹟  introspection﹕ a  study  on  a  thought  receiver  has  had  about  sender . ﹟  missing scene﹕ a  ‘missing  scene’  between  sender  &  receiver . ﹟  feelings realization﹕ receiver  realizes  they  have  feelings  for  sender . ﹟  unsent texts﹕ a  text  from  receiver  to  sender  that  was  never  sent   . ﹟  secret relationship﹕ sender  &  receiver  have  a  secret  relationship . ﹟  sharing a bed﹕ sender  &  receiver  have  to  share  a  bed . ﹟  lost love﹕ sender  &  receiver  break  up . ﹟  wedding planning﹕ sender  &  receiver  are  planning  their  wedding . ﹟  morning after﹕ receiver  wakes  up  next  to  sender  after  sex . ﹟  unresolved tension﹕ sender  &  receiver  endure  unresolved  tension . ﹟  almost kiss﹕ one  time  sender  &  receiver  almost  kissed . ﹟  fake/pretend relationship﹕ sender  &  receiver  are  faking  a  relationship . ﹟  scars﹕ sender  broaches  the  topic  of  receiver’s  scar/s . ﹟  tooth-rotting fluff﹕ a  ridiculously  sweet  moment  between  sender  &  receiver . ﹟  friendzone﹕ receiver  is  friend - zoned  by  sender . ﹟  making up﹕ sender  &  receiver  make  up  after  a  fight . ﹟  reunions﹕ sender  &  receiver  reunite  after  some  time  apart . ﹟  manipulation﹕ sender  shows  manipulative  behavior  with  receiver . ﹟  eventual smut﹕ a  fade - to - black  of  sender  and  receiver . ﹟  self indulgent﹕ receiver  picks  any  prompt  from  this  meme  to  write .

…  𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑭𝑰𝑪

﹟   protective [ … ]﹕ receiver  shows  protectiveness  over  sender . ﹟   [ … ] needs sleep﹕ sender  finds  receiver  sleep - deprived . ﹟   [ … ] needs a hug﹕ sender ,  sensing  they  need  one ,  gives  receiver  a  hug . ﹟   [ … ] is a little shit﹕ sender  does  their  best  to  get  on  receiver’s  nerves . ﹟  jealous [ … ]﹕ receiver  shows  jealousy  over  sender . ﹟  touch-starved [ … ]﹕ sender  is  touch - starved  &  receiver  notices . ﹟  worried [ … ]﹕ receiver  is  worried  about  sender  &  approaches  them  about  it . ﹟   [ … ] whump﹕ sender  has  been  severely  hurt ,  receiver  learns  about  it . ﹟  dark [ … ]﹕ receiver  is  in  a  dark / warped  state  of  mind . ﹟   [ … ] can’t keep secrets﹕ receiver  spills  a  secret  to  sender .