#yes i love bree

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omgg frrr I wanted to talk about this too

like ik the romance subplot is good and I personally hate love triangles because it's always one girl in the corner rather than triangle, but this one is genuinely so good. like I'm personally breesel, breenick is cute but they're vanilla and I'm just not into that, but they're also a good dynamic they're yet to be developed further obviously because were like only halfway through the story, but like this whole thing is a subplot what do people expect?? all character arcs developed and explored rn?? might as well just end the fucking story then?? what's remaining?? and if all you care about is the romance then you about to have bigger problems than that for example my first thats gonna grow bigger and bigger as it reaches your face I'm just kidding I love yall

our main focus is bree, this is her story, not the two white guys that we are hopelessly in love with, who are hopelessly in love with bree

like just chill out and put bets on your ships, don't make it a fight yall. we're supposed to be the friends who will shake hands and give money to the other in the end when the actual ship is revealed

until then, it's just us watching the drama unfold

yall can have your opinions, ofc, but they're just that. ✨ opinions ✨. they're not written in stone, or silver, they're just opinions and you're allowed to have them. but that doesn't necessarily mean that other opinions are wrong, you alone aren't the honored one (see what I did here hehe). unless your opinions have any means of pedophilia or homophobia or racism or sexism, it's totally fine.

listen I love sel and nick and we all know they've killed a lot, but it's fine because if my man doesn't kill for me I don't want him

besides whatever happens, even though I am the biggest breesel supporter, in the end my priority is bree, our king, and i will willingly let her step on me support her forever and always

thank you for listening to my ted rant talk

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people aren't paying enough attention to this moment and im furious

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

finished the eps so here's some zombies lore and tidbits from the re-animated series:

bonzo and willa have the same shoe size (10 3/4 in men's and 12 3/4 in women's)

bucky loves cool frogs and hates all dogs (except for barky)

willa has been wearing the same boots every day because she became the alpha of their pack while wearing them (they are now destroyed)

bree runs the lost and found department and addison is her secretary

seabrook high has a drama department, a marching band, a water polo team, and a clown club

there are zed, addison, and eliza clones living in a neighboring town

there are alien-specific classes led by a computer robot in the mothership

zed has physical cards with drawings of him and eliza that act as "best friend cards"

bonzo was born on january 28th in 2007

zed and addison regularly use whiteboards to plan stuff

zed has a habit of smooth-talking his way out of and into things (including, but not limited to, getting extra food from lunch ladies, convincing eliza and addie to do things with/for him, and convincing a possessed dae to hold off on destroying the world)

there is a sentient blob that attends seabrook high

bonzo works at bree's family's diner which is called grammykin's griddle

wyatt's a february pisces and eliza is a virgo

the werewolves celebrate numerous meat-themed holidays like porksgiving, beefapalooza, and vealentine's day

werewolves also have a great meat hunt that involves one werewolf being picked to hunt an unchecked apex predator in the woods and bring it back for the pack to eat

there are now zombie dogs due to another soda incident

principal lee has a sister who is pregnant (or has a very young baby)

wynter has an uncle named uncle wolfchowski

zed's favorite color is decomp green with light saturation

coach used to be best friends with the solstice slasher that haunts the woods

zombie strength can hold back a moving car

there are many pet sitting services in seabrook (some names include waggedy ann's, be on all four seasons, and harry poopins)

eliza created their universe's version of tik tok called shrimp tok

addison can't wink

moonstone necklaces were first created by a werewolf named wilhelmina lykenlolly

werewolves and sasquatches are century long enemies

eliza and wyatt are vegetarians

zed, wyatt, bree, and eliza play dungeons and dragons together and zed runs the campaign (zoey now also plays with them by the end of the episode)

aliens hatch out of spotted eggs and have a hatch-uation

a-spen is mothership's favorite alien

part 2 part 3

[breebirds]

Tim Drake is really just one bad day away from murder then, huh…

[big-moon-little-moon]

i'm watching the ravening war (for the plot)

[mcybree]

girl please i’m good with fh shippers vehemently disagreeing with toxic fh, I get it, that’s your ship. but if you want to argue that it is mischaracterization can we maybe find an argument that isn’t “they clearly loved each other” im starting to get concerned. That maybe. A good amount of people aren’t aware of how toxic relationships work,

[bree-iya]

AHHHHHH I GOT MY FIRST MUTUAL!!!!!

@waveyluna

[astraykiel]

Sims Introduction [2nd gen]

Harris-Vector Family [oldest to youngest] :

Maverick Harris-Vector [left]

✽Human | Adult | Actor

✽Traits: Family-oriented, Bro, Active

✽Persoanlity type: ESFJ

✽Not a fun fact, but he's so baby<3 the most wholesome dad

Yasmine Bailey-Moon [right] aka Yasmine Harris Vector

✽Human | Adult | Civic Designer

✽Traits: Dog Lover, Loner, Active

✽Persoanlity type: ISFJ

✽Relationship Status: Married to Maverick

✽Fun fact: She's a random sim I found in a park one day, she's the child of Orange Bailey-Moon and Yuki Behr(? I think

Bryson Harris-Vector

✽Human | Adult | Just imagine him as a Karen who's also obsessed with lively off the grid and sustainably

✽Traits: Genius, Squeamish, Green Fiend

✽Persoanlity type: ISTP

✽Relationship Status: Single [forever and indefinitely]

✽Fun Fact: He probably grows his own meat

Lola Harris-Vector [left] aka Lola Feng

✽Human | YA | Actress

✽Traits: Perfectionist, Genius, Romantic

✽Persoanlity type: ESFJ

✽Relationship Status: Married to Vivek

✽Not a fun fact but they'd look so badass and hawt as vampires

Vivek Feng [right]

✽Human | YA | Actor

✽Traits: Overachiever, Jealous, Romantic

✽Persoanlity type: ESFJ

✽Fun Fact: He's the children of Victor and Lily Feng (but they died- so his sister raised him up on her own)

Lori Harris-Vector [left] aka Lori Hedrick

✽Spellcaster | YA/Immortal | Housewife

✽Traits: Loner, Good, Childish

✽Persoanlity type: INFP

✽Relationship Status: Married to Kian

✽Fun Fact: She was cursed by some alien cause her dad is a space ranger. I supposed he angered some of them while on a mission so they cursed his daughter:) She spent most of her childhood/teenhood with her mum's vampire friend(Ella and Clyde) trying to understand about her powers and abilities. Then she met Kian in the magic realm!

Kian Hedrick [right]

✽Spellcaster | YA/Immortal | Paranormal Investigator

✽Traits: Cat Lover, Romantic, Good

✽Persoanlity type: INFJ

✽Fun Fact: This guy is a hopeless romantic at heart. He spent decades just waiting for his true love❤️

Also! He has a cat familiar and they're bonded by soul, meaning that the cat will only die if Kian dies p.s. the cat is called Sir Swartz

Bree Harris-Vector [left]

✽Human | YA | Teacher

✽Traits: Art Lover, Cheerful, Goofball

✽Persoanlity type: INFJ

✽Relationship Status: Married to Kenji

✽I dont play with her- I'll just let neighbourhood stories work its magic

Calum Harris-Vector [right]

✽Human | YA | Space Ranger

✽Traits: Cheerful, Active, Bro

✽Persoanlity type: ESFP

✽Relationship Status: Married to Carrisa

✽same thing, i dont play with him

[worth-this-and-more]

i would willingly die for selwyn or bree or alice i'll take any of them seriously

sadly william wont be interested in dating me but we're already best buddies so nvm

also please tag the person you're thinking about while voting this? it's not useful to the poll i just wanna know.

[floripire]

❝ nothing is evil in the beginning. ❞ carlisle!

they're taking the hobbits to isengard // @mvndrvke with mentions of @rosefromdeath and @perceivedpast

after graduation, floribeth decides to put as much distance between herself and her sire and doug carson and triad industries as (in)humanly possible.

so she packs her bags, says her goodbyes and promises to stay in touch forever and always and all but vanishes into the night, catching the first bus out of mystic falls.

she ends up in forks, washington a few days later, arriving as the morning turns into the afternoon.

the place could do with a bit more sun for her taste, but she thinks it's as close to falling off the map as she'll be able to manage. it's not the dark kingdom - a hidden enclave established in the mountains of washington state - she was looking for, but it'll do.

the first thing that floribeth does is sneak into the hospital. she was going to compel the nearest nurse to take a bloodbag. just one. to tide her over.

but that plan goes out the window when doctor cullen catches her in the act. he clocks her for what she is instantly. as does his wife - snow white in the flesh - who stops by to bring him his 'lunch'.

"your eyes," esme cullen begins after doctor cullen has pulled them both into his office, "they're neither red nor yellow. are you---"

floribeth shakes her head. "---no, ma'am. i'm not a dhampir. just a different strain of vampire."

"well, do you have anywhere to stay?"

"no, ma'am. i've only just arrived in town and i'm in between places, i'm afraid."

the good doctor and his wife exchange a glance. floribeth catches something about 'alice being right' but she doesn't question it further.

that day, the cullen coven gains one more member.

she slots nicely in between bella (they bond about books) and bree (they bond about having shitty sires), even though edward might disagree. but that's okay, building up relationships and trust is a slow process, after all.

even if she does butt heads with edward sometimes. because he has unlimited, unfettered access to her head and therefore, he has access to the darkest parts of her.

she doesn't like it. but that doesn't mean that she doesn't like him.

(even if it's blatantly unfair that he gets to keep the love of his life, his mate, his lighthouse, and she'll have to bury hers one day.)

emmett calls her a nerd and jasper keeps to himself, having realized there is more to floribeth than meets the eye. jasper's younger sister, johanna, does the same after shaking her hand and learning everything there is to know about her up until that point. gabriella, the lone human in their midst, is compassionate and more than welcoming, though, and that soothes the sting of it all. just a bit.

alice - who apparently saw her coming - wants to give her a make-over immediately, and floribeth lets her, with gentle stipulations that it's just another color palette, and not another style entirely.

surprisingly, it's rosalie with whom floribeth bonds the quickest; the tiny dark haired vampire might not know anything about cars, but she understands the compulsion (hah!) to take something apart, to see how it works and what makes it tick, and build it back up again afterwards.

(aside from johanna, rosalie is the only one who really knows about sue carson.)

esme and carlisle remind her of her own mom and dad. not in appearance but in personality. it's a comfort of sorts.

esme thinks it's delightful that floribeth can eat regular food as well as take in blood - human or animal - and does the forks vampire equivalent of bursting into tears when floribeth calls her mom for the first time. and floribeth likes to think that carlisle is just as delighted with all the questions: why is our vampiric physiology different? why do you guys hunt wild animals instead of keeping cattle or something? what's the vibe between you all and the wolves? does angela weber know she's a witch?

(rosalie makes a face when she finds out that floribeth's best friends are a werewolf and a witch respectively, and then again when she finds out that floribeth's boyfriend is a werewolf, too. emmett's loud laughter can be heard through the entire house when floribeth professes her excitement about meeting their wolves.)

months turn into years and floribeth settles nicely into a new routine. she enrolls in - read: compels her way into - the university of seattle and upgrades every bit of technology she can find around the cullen house.

just in case any of their enemies come knocking.

"nothing is evil in the beginning," doctor cullen says one day as he rummages around his office.

"oh, i know," floribeth responds as she helps him find his briefcase - it's loss had been one of emmett's tamer pranks. "my sire is just in a lot of pain. and he's not dealing with that very well. can you imagine? first, you're a human and you live peacefully among the wolves and then this guy, klaus mikaelson, shows up out of nowhere, seeking to turn a bunch of those wolves - your wolves - into wolf-vampire hybrids. and then that falls through so they all die, his best friends and the love of his life included. i'd lose my whole mind too if i lost loren and mia and jed that way."

he finds his briefcase, kisses her on the forehead and steps away to the door, intent on saying goodbye to everyone before he goes to work.

"hey, dad?" he turns back towards her. "are we still on to discuss the vade mecum this evening?" he smiles and nods. "sure, kiddo. but first, you'd better go and get ready; i've heard esme mention that she wants to take you, bree and johanna out on a hunt."

[tubbytarchia]

Doc and Jimmy brainrot part 1 lmao oh no

Basically "What if Doc was in the Life games and Jimmy triggered his parental instincts again". You guys will see my vision. I don't care what it takes. You will see this very specific vision I have god damn it if it's the last thing I do

This is all I have to use as propaganda right now but some ideas and justification below cut!!

Been imagining a lot of Doc/Jimmy interactions both in a traffic and HC context, both of which I'd love to draw for but obvs this for now is 3rd life and I want to draw a little something for each Life series. You'll see!!

The general idea is inspired by a moment from one of the Decked Out streams in which Jimmy calls for Etho and Doc's all "you're triggering my parental instinct... I wanna take you into my hand and take you to a safe place" yep that's it that's the whole inspiration!!

Jimmy deserves love and he does get it to various degrees ofc (Tango, Bad Boys etc) but man... It's so fun to me to imagine Doc in traffic, I think he claimed that he didn't want to be part of the life games because he was afraid of being too competitive (or so I heard), but god it's so fun to imagine big scary mad scientist goat man in that scenario and him probably going at it on his own a lot of the time, but this god forsaken mf Jimmy knows exactly how to unintentionally trigger his parental instincts. I want Doc to subtly take Jimmy under his wing especially as Jimmy keeps dying first. So maybe Jimmy is a bit incompetent and loud as far as he knows, but he sees that he's trying his best and the dad in him can't help but intervene just a tiny bit (and I do mean just a tiny bit) as the games go on. Yes I'm just gonna shove Doc into the Life Games just because I wish this dynamic could have happened and I beg you to put up with it!!

For the above drawing specifically since, sigh, I'm slow and that's all I have to offer rn... it's of course 3rd life, starting off. I imagine Jimmy's wings sprouting during that, because the whole "canary curse" began with the Life Games etc. And this post isn't about FH but just for context as I imagine it, Scott who doesn't like unpredictability convinces him to clip his wings (thanks Bree) because Jimmy's not a proper avian (unlike Grian who has a more "airborne" body, bird feet etc rather than just... wings) and he'd never be able to take flight anyway, those wings would only encumber him. (And then Jimmy keeps clipping them himself until DL Ranchers but cough this post isn't about that). I imagine the avians (for my specific roster, just Grian) have their wings magically clipped anyway just enough to prevent flight and make the games fair. Doc ofc isn't avian himself but he knows that Grian greatly frowns upon the act of willingly clipping wings so when he sees that Jimmy's quickly growing wings have been clipped as well, he can't help but ask, because why would that be necessary while his wings are so small anyway? And Jimmy's response triggers a wee bit of fatherly concern in him but thats it for 3rd life woo

For the rest I just wanna draw more tiny moments of interaction until I get to Secret Life, I guess!! The brainrot is really fucking strong guys

[worth-this-and-more]

yk what I'm thinking about sometimes?? apart from selbree like that day during that dinner party where vaughn made comments on bree and she clapped back with the most savage response ever?? and briefly mentioned that she could feel sel's gaze on her?? and that he'd definitely heard this whole exchange. yeah.

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

WHAT DO THEY MEAN BONZO WAS BORN IN 2007

WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS????

[shirefantasies]

Hi!

Once you feel up to it, could you please write a oneshot of Fílí meeting a hobbit girl on his way to the Bag End and falling helplessly in love with her?

I have always imagined that Fílí and Kílí had arrived to Hobbiton a whole day early and spent it walking around - that, given how lost their uncle always was, Dís had sent them on the road earlier than necessary to ensure that they arrived in time.

So when they arrive to Hobbiton, the brothers are left to explore the market - and that’s when the coup de foudre happens - Fílí sees a hobbit (with strawberry blonde hair, please, if you don’t want to do reader-insert) selling all kinds of flour and has very short conversation with her. To his utter disappointment and annoyance, Kílí is responsible enough to talk him out of buying the huge bag of flour.

And, to be honest, that’s the reason behind Kílí’s grin and Fílí’s smirk we see when Bilbo opens the door.

Thank you soo much!

Please, take your time and care!

🪻🌸🪻🌸🪻

‘Cuz’ of Death- Fili x F!Hobbit!Reader

This is so long in the making 😅 but yay, brain finally brained! Enjoy some Fili fluff 🥰

Warnings: one suggestive comment

Hobbiton’s rolling hills are green as ever as you struggle to pull the wheelbarrow along the path to the market. Your wares are your charge, of course, but that does not stop you in the slightest from wishing you had someone to share in your burdens. And your victories. Not that some great many victories are won in the illustrious world of flour salesmanship, but the thought still stood.

Thoughts. Such are yours for the remaining duration of the trip, flitting about your mind in fancy until you enter the bustle of tents being raised and tables being lain with all manner of honeys, meats, fishers' catches, freshly baked bread, and so many more colorful and tantalizing offerings of your great land. A smile fills your face at the sight. For some, they are overwhelming. For you? Your livelihood. Livelihood and the secret charm of possibility that you might meet someone you do not know, someone from some far reaches of the Shire. Or beyond.

Snorting at that particular notion, you heft bags of flour onto the table your neighbor was kind enough to set up for you, sorting them once all of them are up there for a moment of muscle rest. You hang your sign, a wooden piece carved for you by your father, and take up your helm of sale.

~

Sunlight has fallen such that it casts into your eyes; cursing your short form, you shade yourself with an arm as two shapes enter your line of vision. Tall shapes. Men? Dwarves? Dwarves, judging by their garb, which appears to be that of mountain folk. Heavy tunics, fur linings, heavy boots and beaded braids. They also are not so towering as the men you’d met on a trip to Bree once.

The blonde one's eyes slide between your wares and you, alternating until you break into a smile.

"Could I interest you in any of these fine flours, sirs?"

"Sirs," the black-haired one snickers, though completely without malice, only humor.

"What's this one?" Pushing his neighbor aside, Blonde points at a medium-sized sack.

“Buckwheat flour,” you answer with a smile, “Good way to make your cookies tender if you don’t use too much. That is, if you make cookies much. I’m not sure what you like.”

“I have been wanting to get into baking.”

“What are you doing?” Black Hair hisses, a whisper just loud enough for you to hear. “We’ve got the party!”

“Yes,” Blonde agrees jovially, glancing back to you, “It is prudent to bring a gift, isn’t it? What about a nice bag of-”

“We’ve got a while yet! I’m not carrying that around for an hour! Are you?”

“Well-”

“Come on, Brother.”

“Brother?” You burst out before you could stop yourself. The pair doesn't look so much alike- perhaps they each look like one parent.

“Oh, my apologies, madam,” Blonde whips around and gives a bow, spinning his hand as he folds, “Fili, at your service, alongside my little brother here.”

Giving your name, you accept Fili’s proffered hand and giggle as he presses a kiss to the back of yours.

"Kili," the little brother pushes in, offering his hand, too, "And we were just leaving."

"What about the buckwheat?" Fili turns from Kili back to you, leaning on your table. "I'm quite interested in the...tender cookies? What on earth does that mean? Does that make them firmer or less firm? Or more...chewy?"

"You don't bake." Kili again, this time with less urgency and a great deal more amusement.

Fili must have made some disastrous attempts, you think, unable to stop the amusement that begins creeping across your lips. You picture him hunched with a look of dramatized defeat over a pan of crumbled, blackened cookies with smoke spiraling off them.

"I could learn," the elder retorts in a surprisingly determined tone.

Something about it moves your heart, loosens it further, speeds it even. These dwarves are nothing like you expected- not in appearance, manner, or of course location there at your table traveling some humble Shire market.

"I could teach you," you tell him, running a hand through your hair.

"I'd like that," he replies, "We aren't here much longer, but this place is very beautiful. I think we'll be back."

Kili looks between you two, jiggling his eyebrows up and down as Fili suddenly kneels to the ground, rising again with a little pink flower pinched gingerly between his thumb and index finger.

"At least I will be for those baking lessons. Speaking of which..." He chuckles to himself. "A flower for a flour?"

After you accept the flower, Fili reaches for your sack of buckwheat flower yet again, only for Kili to knock his hand away, initiating a comical skirmish of slaps that finally cements in your eyes that these two are undoubtedly brothers. Your gaze bounces between each volley as you twirl your baby bloom, heart leaping at the feeling of it, at the imprint of Fili's mischievous smile and gleaming blue eyes upon the back of your brain.

"Ignore him," Kili finally says, breaking you from your flower-induced, pollen-dusted golden reverie, "He's looking for an entirely different set of goodies."

The confusion you feel at that last comment as you watch the younger dwarf physically drag his brother away from your flour assortment lasts all the way through the rest of the market, all your actual purchases, and even up to your trip to your cousin's house to deliver a loaf of bread your mother had made him.

The hearth is warm and the kitchen scented of the herbs he's preparing for supper and calming tea. He welcomes your steaming parcel of sourdough with open arms and puts a second fish and helping of vegetables on to roast while you chat about your day. Your unusual day.

A tale of your dwarf-filled day...interrupted by a dwarf. This one exactly what you've always pictured, even taller than the brothers and more imposing, complete with a long beard, tattoos, and an intimidating stare. He is quite blunt about the fact that he isn't familiar with you or Bilbo, but gracious as your cousin is he shoots you a look of sympathy and quickly slides you his other helping. His look quickly melts into frustration the more the dwarf goes on and takes from him and rearranges, sharing with you an exasperated glare that has you giggling.

"Dwarves," he shakes his head before opening the door to another, older one, "What is it with today and dwarves?"

"I don't know," you reply quietly, reaching up to gently caress Fili's flower, which you have tucked behind your ear.

The second dwarf, Balin, is surprised to see you there, but then, so are you to see him. He chuckles at that and asks you for direction, which you shyly give; when he asks about chairs, you lead him around the corner into Bag End's larger dining room, where the long table rests under a chandelier's cozy yellow light. Bilbo follows soon behind, peering skeptically at your little congregation with furrowed brows and muttered questions. The sound of the bell ringing yet again, however, distracts you from the hearty laughter of this new set of dwarf brothers. Tapping across Bag End's hardwood floor, you cross your cousin's home once more, slowly opening the great round door. Voices sound behind it, voices that increase in volume as Bag End opens wider to welcome them.

"I can't stop thinking about her. I tell you, Kee, she's going to be the death of me-"

"Ah!"

Perking up with a wide smile that quickly melts into more of a smirk and gets directed at his brother, there stands Kili before you.

“Well now, brother, look who it is!” Kili exclaims your name, still looking right at his elder sibling as he sticks a hand out your way. “Can you believe our good fortune?”

“No,” Fili answers with a smile, blue eyes never falling upon his brother from their gaze into yours, “I cannot.”

His eyes trace over from yours, catch sight of his flower still tucked up by your tresses, and he stumbles into your cousin’s home with parted, wordless lips. He stands so close to you you’d collide with a single step from either of you, finally darting his eyes away and surveying the warm light of Bag End.

“So this is the fabled hobbits’ home?”

“It is,” you agree.

“I love it,” he breathes, a glow of awe coloring his expression, “It suits you just like that flower. It’s cozy. Sweet. I can definitely foresee myself upon many a return visit here.”

“So are you Mister Boggins’s wife?” Kili interrupts, tone bordering on urgent.

“No,” you shake your head, “He’s my cousin. I’ve come to deliver him a loaf of bread, but what of travelers like yourselves? Why have you come to a party Bilbo was not even aware of hosting?”

Inching a wee bit closer, just a tad, Fili extends his hand just like before. Just like before you take it. Instead of pressing a kiss to it, though, this time he holds it fast, his grip strong and warm and sure. The hearth’s warmth feels much closer despite you standing at a door open to the night on the end farthest from it you could be.

“Could I interest you,” Fili asks, leaning so close as to almost whisper in your ear, “In an adventure?”

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[cfthesoul]

bree's taste buds were in absolute heaven right now. this was delicious food and something you'd probably find in a five star restaurant. her life has allowed her to taste some incredible food and this is on the top of the list for sure. her eyes follow him as she takes another bite, not embarrassed in the slightest by eating in front of him. he's her best friend after all. he's seen her devour a double burger after a night of drinking. lately when she looks at him though, she feels like he's hiding something from her and it wants to come to the surface. she's been debating on asking him what's eating at him but she also knows he'd open up to her when he's ready. still, she worries about him. "you'd let me in on your secret? that's a lot of trust right there." she teases. "what if i go and make a restaurant because of it?" she jokes.

"oh? let's just say this is my top secret receipe," smirking slightly seeing she'd enjoyed it all that much, roman pulled out a chair so that he could sit down beside her. his best friend. one that he was nearly obsessed with, given how much he'd both go to bed and wake up thinking about her first thing. more often than not, he'd come closer of telling her the whole true... if she'd perhaps love him like he loved her, if at least she knew who his father was. bree was a smart girl, he was sure that she would admire this even while most others would be nothing but scared. she was different; his precious little doe. roman sighed, he tilted his head and rested it against his hand to watch her eating. "but if you really want to know it, i can teach you as long as you promise that you can keep it as a secret to yourself as well..."

[sugairsstuff]

hey… 💋 was wondering if you could write something for aragorn… you know who this is. you know what i’m asking for.

@theactofknowing yes i know who this is. here is payment. (p.s. they also write!)

(credit to @cafekitsune for the divider)

to bloom

aragorn x half-elf gn/reader

warnings: descriptions of nudity

summary: you and aragorn have known each other for years, resulting in the two of you inevitably falling in love with each other though never admitting it. though, it turns out all a love confession took was a bar of soap and you two bathing in a lake together.

Exhaustion has long since seeped into your muscles, the motion of placing one boot in front of the other becoming a rhythmic pattern you refuse to break for you know you won’t be able to pick it back up again.

Strong winds roll through the grassy fields, making a mess of your untied hair and causing your eyes to catch the billowing of a dark cloak in front of you. You raise your head slightly to gaze at the owner of the garment: reluctant heir of Gondor, unnamed leader of the little band titled the Fellowship the group of you have formed- and although commonly known as Strider, this part-elf is simply Aragorn to you.

The pair of you had been picked up by the group of hobbits you traveled with in Bree, helping them to evade the infamous Nazgûl and inevitably being brought along the daunting journey laid out for them. You had first met Aragorn years ago when he had first left Rivendell. You led a similar fate to Aragorn after you befriended him, leaving the safety of your current life for one of adventure alongside the ranger. Poets would say you were seeking meaning, you joke that you were bored.

The seed of friendship you and Aragorn had planted then was watered through the experiences you shared on your travels, the memories that wrapped themselves like vines around that bond holding you two together, and every laugh and secret you both managed out of each other in peaceful times. But then you two began to look at each softer, speak to each other quieter for the words were meant only for the two of you, touch each other in fleeting moments that may not have been accidents- and then that seed grew into a budding flower of more that you gathered up and have held deep within your chest. Though no matter how much you both watered the bond of your friendship since then, that flower has never seemed to bloom.

Aragorn finally looks over his shoulder to the rest of you, and everyone momentarily pauses as he lifts his hand to guide everyone’s attention to a forestry patch of land seated a few hundred metres south of the hill you all waited on. “We’ll take camp there for tonight. We won’t reach Lothlorien by dusk, and I haven’t seen a better place for cover yet.” he instructs. Nobody seems to disagree, not even the opinionated elf or eager dwarf who both wait at your sides. Once three of four hobbits start celebrating, enthusiastically asking who would hunt for dinner, you offer Aragorn a small smile and nod of assurance. He repeats the gesture and turns to lead the way, but not without a response to the impatient hobbits, “You all can hunt dinner for us tonight, how does that sound?” which silences them.

You hurry a pair of paces to match the long strides of Aragorn, who slows down when he notices exactly who is on his tail. “You look exhausted,” you tell him, amusement flickering in your eyes as you look to him.

“As do you,” Aragorn shoots back, his brows raised in subtle entertainment at your rather honest opening line.

You scoff lightheartedly and get to the point of your words, reaching down to the satchel at your side to unbutton the flap and reveal the contents. Aragorn leans over you to peer into the bag, finding four small bars of soap.

“From the travelling merchant we crossed earlier?” the heir asks, and you nod proudly as if this was a noble accomplishment on your end.

“I do not have confidence in myself to survive another day with the… natural aroma of our companions,” you jest, and pause, “or you.”

And to your pleasant surprise, Aragorn’s chin tilts back- outlining the sharp line of his jaw- as the man lets a genuine laugh escape his lips. “I would not say you are so innocent in the matter, either,” he says, the closed-lipped smile on his face not faltering as you send a warning glare his way.

You feel lighter as you walk alongside Aragorn the rest of the way to the tree border, smiling like a giddy child for longer than need be over the silly interaction. You and Aragorn maintain the front as the lot of you push further into the forest until Aragorn stops, glances around, and looks to you and Legolas for approval.

You turn to look over your shoulder, and when you see that the forest has become dense enough to block the border to the grasslands from your line of sight, you say, “I think we are far enough in.”

Legolas had already found perch on a fallen log, fiddling with the strings of his bow, and so you and Aragorn simply take that as a sign he agrees.

As the sun dips behind the distant hills, the shadows of the trees encompassing you all extend until the soft starlight slipping through the canopy dims them. Now, camp is set up, and the fire Aragorn once was stroking while Gimli cooked the hunted meal of the evening has been forgotten. Most of your companions have spaced out their places for the night, all but the hobbits who crowd next to their friend Frodo.

You gingerly place your things down nearby Aragorn’s, and when you offer to take first watch Aragorn’s volunteer to do the same comes not much later than yours. You both sit next to each other as you listen to the idle noises of your companions turn to quietness, and quietness to silence save for the surrounding sounds of the forest.

You catch Aragorn glance to you in your peripheral vision which tempts you to steal a glance back. When you do, you are surprised to see he has risen from the leafy floor he was sitting on and began crossing the few metres that separated the two of you. You stay sitting, craning your neck as Aragorn now stands a few feet in front of you. You tilt your head in questioning.

“There is a lake nearby, I saw it when I scouted the perimeters earlier,” his voice is low, quiet, though you see his Adam’s apple bob slightly as he swallows, “May I borrow the soap?”

Any hint of drowsiness has been stolen from your body, your heart beating rapidly as you nod to him. You do not like how the thought of the man doing the simple act of bathing makes your body blaze like a catching fire. You dig into your nearby satchel and hand him one of the square, neutral coloured bars. Aragorn turns the dry thing in his hand a few times before he turns and walks away.

You do not watch him go and rather turn back to your satchel to close the button of it, wondering why the crunching of leaves beneath Aragorn’s walking feet ceased so swiftly. Curiously, you turn to check, finding Aragorn returning your gaze.

Aragorn clears his throat. “Would you like to join me?”

You can only blink, feeling that flame return to your body as his words act like oxygen and spread its tendrils through you.

“Yes, I would,” you say, though the words come out more breathless than you had expected.

You feel Aragorn’s eyes on you as you stand, dusting off your trousers in the most awkward of ways before padding over to where he stands. He only looks down at you, the look in his eyes gentle yet unreadable before he quietly turns and begins to guide you to this lake.

“What of the others?” you ask, glancing back.

“I do not wish to bathe with Gimli,” Aragorn responds with blunt humour, looking back at you with a raised brow.

“No, I mean that we promised to watch the camp,” you correct, managing not to roll your eyes.

“The lake is not far. We will know if something happens.” he assures.

Although it may be easy for him to remain alert, you are not sure if you can trust your instincts once you are distracted with the sight of Aragorn’s bare body. Aragorn seems to see apprehension on your face, and makes a bold move of reaching back to brush his fingers against yours. Then, your fingers close around each other’s like lock and key, and Aragorn is gently pulling you until you reach a clearing.

The trees wrap around the small, oval lake like a wreath. The water is not murky, a sign that it is untouched, and instead when you peer into it you see both your reflection and the moon above.

When you turn to see what Aragorn is doing, unsure if you are welcome to begin undressing so openly, you see that the ranger has already begun to do exactly that. You heart leaps and your chest flutters so much that you think that bud in you is instead a cocoon that has just sprouted a dancing butterfly.

Aragorn already unclasped his cloak from around his neck, discarding it nearby on a rock that borders the lake’s edge. He disarms, setting his weapons on the same rock should he need them, then reaches for the hem of his tunic. The man pulls the fabric off of him slowly, revealing to you the muscles beneath that you have only been able to imagine until now. You gaze at him, following the movement of his hands until you see them stop. Your eyes flick up slightly and are met with an amused half-smirk on Aragorn’s end. That flame in you moved to burn in your cheeks as you turn your head away, seeing Aragorn slowly walk towards you in the edge of your vision.

“Do not be nervous,” he says quietly, his hand turning your jaw slowly so you meet his eyes again. You feel your heart in your ears as his attention moves lower, lower, lower, and then back. “Would you like me to help?”

You can only nod. He smiles and nods back before his hands move to the clasps of your cloak, working it undone with ease. He sets your weapons aside somewhere- too distracted to take note- before he pulls your tunic off of your raised arms. Aragorn takes a step closer, removing the rest of your undergarments before a turn of his head causes his lips to brush against the shell of your half-pointed ear, “Beautiful.” he murmurs, evoking a pleasant shiver that slips down your spine.

His hands, resting on each side of your waist, move downwards until they reach the band of your trousers. You kick off your boots in silent encouragement, and Aragorn turns his head further to look down at you properly. Then he begins to slowly drag the last few pieces of your clothing that kept you decent, and once you stepped out of them- Aragorn now kneeling before you as he set aside your aside garments- you heard both of your breaths hitch.

Aragorn rises again, your breaths heavy as you both glance in the direction of whence you came, checking that none of your sleeping friends have noticed your absences. You look back at Aragorn first and see how the moonlight betrays Aragorn as he slowly drifts his attention back to you, illuminating the red tinting of his cheeks. He takes his sweet time in simply looking at your body, and you hear him sigh softly- a gentle, sweet exhale. The amusing thought of him swooning over you like a damsel crosses your mind.

Aragorn seems to notice the light dancing in your eyes, and he takes your hand and leads you to the rocky edges of the lake. “After you,” he tells you, and you feel as his eyes never leave you as you descend into the water. You wade around, taking note that water in the area you stand reaches your middle, and watch as Aragorn strips himself of the rest of his clothing.

Shamelessly, you stare as he undos his trousers, slipping them off alongside his undergarment and blushing when he sees you looking. You offer a coy smile in return, reaching over the edge to grab the soap he left on it as he enters the water alongside you.

“You first,” you tell him, and he obeys by wading over to where you stand. As you dip the soap into the water, getting some of the substance on to your hands, you feel a little grateful that the water is just high enough to reach Aragorn’s waist. He remains where he is as you work the soap into his skin, your heart jumping each time he sighs when you press into a particularly sore muscle. His skin gleams with moonlight and sparkles with droplets of water that cling to the short strands of hair on his chest leading downwards. You wash his arms, focus on his shoulders, and when he turns around to let you do his chest your hands linger there.

“Friends do not do these things,” is what Aragorn decides to say to break the comfortable silence.

“No, they do not,” you agree, your voice wavering with uncertainty. You keep your gaze on his chest, cupping water in your hand as you rinse off the soap. You let him wash the parts of him below the surface of the water, grinning as you can’t help but steal glances. But he says nothing else, nor do you, as you quietly find a seat on a ledge in the rock. Aragorn moves to stand between your legs, leaning back so his head is nearly against your chest.

You gather soap on your hands once more, lathering the suds through his hair. You watch from above as he sighs and closes his eyes, giving in to temptation as he leans further back into you. You massage the soap into his dark oak curls, watching his eyelashes flutter against his cheek and the corners of his pink lips tug upwards ever so slightly. You tilt his head back a little more as you cup water into your free hand, pouring it along the back of his head and watch as it drags the soap off of his curls that resist straightening even when wet.

Before you have the chance to climb down from your perch on the rock, Aragorn reaches a hand to your calf. His fingers dance along the skin, as if exploring, and travel up until they reach your thigh. By then, he’s looking up at you, and you are looking down at him, and his face is so close to yours you know that you both are only trying to see who caves first.

And it is Aragorn who does. He tilts his chin only slightly, which is enough to capture your lips in his as you lean over him. Your hands move to drape around his neck as his continue their journey up your thighs. He lifts you by the waist, bringing you back down to the lake floor with him so that it is he who must bend downwards to keep kissing you. You press your chest into his, standing practically between his legs as you both run your hands over each other’s bodies. Aragorn leaves a spark everywhere his fingers brush- your waist, your legs, back, chest, neck- he is everywhere but it is still not enough.

You know now what it feels like to bloom as that bud deep within your chest comes to life as Aragorn’s hands find their final place on each side of your face. His thumbs stroke gently in a lover’s caress as he finally breaks the kiss, though he does not move far. The look he gives you as you both stand together- chests heaving and lips puffy red with adrenaline pumping through your veins- tells you that Aragorn has just discovered what that feels like too, for there has been a matching budding flower in him, as well.

“We are not friends,” Aragorn finally says. You have never heard his voice so soft, “we are more.”