#ori x reader

[celeste-clearwater-06]

okay, there's a trend that came and went on tiktok a while ago of people reading their lists of modern day things they think characters would have loved if it were in their time. i will never EVER get tired of watching them and those vids heavily inspired this post 😭 (ALSO FIRST WRITING SINCE IVE BEEN BACK LETS GOOOO)

so without further ado...

rip thorin's company, you would have loved... (pt. 1)

thorin

r.i.p. thorin, you would have loved lord huron

rick grimes from the walking dead

wet brushes

google maps

making a secret thirst trap account on tiktok

bilbo

r.i.p. bilbo, you would have loved trader joes

ring doorbells

facebook neighborhood watch

swiffer wet jet

keeping up with the kardashians

gandalf

r.i.p. gandalf you would have loved life360

caines chicken

st. louis city museum

grammarly

child harnesses

fìli

r.i.p. fìli, you would have loved Instagram reels

sad older sibling tiktoks

caseoh

0.5x pictures

hello kitty/sanrio girls

kìli

r.i.p. kìli you would have loved mewing

native hair wash

tiktok

snapchat streaks

photodumping on instagram

dwalin

r.i.p. dwalin you would have loved planet fitness

to catch a predator with jim hansen

the will smith slap drama

dude wipes

teenage mutant ninja turtles

balin

r.i.p.balin you would have loved ibuprofen

turbotax

eBay

low quality inspirational quotes on facebook

air fryers

bofur

r.i.p. bofur you would have loved impractical jokers

the superbowl

cringey minion memes

andy bernard from the office

snoop dog

ori

r.i.p. ori you would have loved minecraft

selling stuff on etsy

aesthetic pinterest boards

the perks of being a wallflower

spotify premium

dori

r.i.p. dori you would have loved five minute crafts

the pioneer woman cookbook

abba

hgtv

temu

(i forgot there's a 10 image limit😞)

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[master-muffinn]

Lotr/the hobbit x druid!reader pt2

Ori x reader, Thorin x reader, Elrond x reader

Here is the >> part 1 << thank you so much for +500 likes/reblogs for that one! I hope you like this one too! ^^

Ori

🧸 You're the most beautiful being he has ever laid eyes on. At the start he would be too shy to approach you. So he will ask his friends about love and relationships, but also what they know about druids, which isn't so easy since druids aren’t common at all (at least in my fanfictions).

🧸 Ori LOVES your animal forms, specially the ones with fur and he will ask you as nicely as he can master, if he can pet you in any of it's form.

 “Excuse me y/n, if you ever would have the time to transform into any animal, would it be alright if i could pet you? Of course only if you would be fine with it and if it wouldn't make you uncomfortable?”

🧸 If you came with them on their journey to take back Erebor, Ori will tell you awkwardly and a bit shyly, that he doesn't mind holding you if you ever get tired of flying/walking. 

🧸 He is going to try so hard for you! You are so strong, dependable and just so amazing to him. Ori is really looking up to you and he wants you to feel like you can depend on him too! He wants to protect you too, even if he isn't so strong, but he will train extra hard for you! You probably have to tell him once in a while that he is good enough or he will think he is unworthy of you.

Thorin

💎 Doesn't believe Gandalf when he tells him that a druid will be supporting them in their journey. 

“Nobody I know has ever met a druid and hearing about them isn't often. I bet they are nothing but a myth”.

💎 When Thorin meets you he still doesn't believe you're a druid. Just probably an odd wizard/witch that is playing tricks on him. Until you transform…holy shit! Can wizards/witches do that?? He looks at Gandalf only to see him smirking. 

💎 It isn't your animal forms or element abilities that interest him, but the way you transform. The way your body bends and takes shapes after whatever you are supposed to transform to. The moment you change, the moment he has his eyes on you. It may be weird for you or him, but Thorin can't help it! It's so fascinating and it's like he is trying to figure out how you are doing it, but always fails. 

💎 Thorin has probably been looking at you a little too much during battles because the way you fight with your abilities makes you look so gorgeous. Which could leave him getting seriously injured if his teammates didn't watch his back.

“Y/n stop distracting Thorin! Or he loses his focus and dies before making it to Erebor!”

“What!? I didn't do anything?!”

Thorin: “S-shut up!”

Elrond

🍁 He knows the moment he sees you, that you're a druid. 

“It was a long time ago I met a druid. I’m glad to see there's still some more out there”.

🍁 Elrond will invite you over for dinner and have them serve you the best they can make. And he’ll offer you a place to stay for a few days if you're not in a hurry somewhere else.

🍁 Elrond love's to watch you using your ‘magic’ on flowers and plants. He loves to watch how you move your hands so gracefully and shape the plants the way you want it. It's so stunning every time! 

🍁 The first time you showed him your powers. You'd asked Elrond about the beautiful flowers in his garden and if you could take some seeds with you. Elrond of course accepted and was about to go and get you the seeds but he stopped in his tracks and watched you move your hands around one of the flowers and give it enough energy to have it grow the seeds you needed. Elrond stood there speechless. That was something he’d never witnessed before and it was so magnificent.

“Would you like to have some other flower seeds as well?”

Thank you for reading! Have a good day! ❤ Reblogs are very appreciated 🥰

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the hobbit + hozier songs

characters included: kíli, bilbo, dwalin, thorin, nori, bofur, ori, fíli, dori, tauriel

word count: 1166

a/n: the amazing and precious @wordbunch inspired me to write these bc of her lotr/th characters as taylor swift songs posts & i couldn't be more excited to finally post this labor of love!! thank you bestie for listening to me scream abt this for nearly two months lol

kíli: foreigner’s god

he loves outside of his race and this fact causes undue scorn to be thrown at his feet. it’s unheard of for almost any dwarf, let alone one from the line of durin, to do such a thing. this does not deter him - it empowers him; if his heart could go against the traditions forged into his bones, molten in his hot blood, how could it not be true? the strength of his love is what helps him ignore the doubts shouted by the prejudice plaguing those who know nothing of his heart. that, and the sound of your laughter at his antics, the soft smiles only given to him when he’s being a little too charming… he could go on.

bilbo: like real people do

as much flack as bilbo gets from the company for not being conventionally tough, he’s not weak by any means. he’s familiar with the pain of loss, and how the ways one tries to rise above the grief that follows aren’t always savory. he knows there’s a respect to be found in the absence of prying questions, choosing simply to coexist in the feelings and allow answers to come in their own sweet time. he’ll put some tea on to cook and scrounge up some leftovers from the previous meal, sitting beside you and letting the comfort flow naturally, his soft lips soothing the most tender aches.

dwalin: work song

just looking at him, you wouldn’t think dwalin a sap. but with his insanely strong sense of loyalty and stalwart dedication, he can’t be anything but. he’s faced down innumerable evils in his time, braved the fiercest of storms that many of his comrades didn’t; none of them even come close to keeping him from you. your arms welcome him home without question after each fight he braves, and your letters tucked into secret compartments in his armor keep him warm between embraces. he’ll read them by the fire every night when he’s away, every gentle word carrying his mind away from thoughts of the day’s turmoil.

thorin: sedated

this sweet, sad man doesn’t think he deserves good things in life. this, unfortunately, includes having someone love him despite his flaws and past mistakes. he couldn’t resist admitting his feelings for you and was ridiculously shocked that you reciprocated & allowed him to love you. on nights when he feels his failures deeper, he’ll try to convince you that he doesn’t deserve you. vitriol will escape from worried lips and terrified heart, piercing you in the way only a lover knows how. a soft kiss, gentle words, and a few strokes through his hair will soothe these wounds from him for a time and allow him some of the peace he’s fought to find, but doesn’t always believe is earned.

nori: it will come back

it was decades since the last time nori thought of love, even longer since he believed himself worthy of it. meeting you only solidified his disbelief; how could someone look at him and see someone that deserved such a pure thing, after everything he’s done in his life? he’s stolen, lied, cheated, and killed to survive (and sometimes not for mere survival). his attempts to spurn you away from him only increased your determination to break through the fortress he built around himself. he could only be strong against your advances for so long before he crumbled, reluctantly accepting the love and peace and safety you offered so freely.

bofur: nobody

bofur’s done a lot in his time. he was born in the blue mountains, a colony that never seemed to find the prosperity needed to do more than simply survive. he is a brother, uncle, cousin, friend, toymaker, miner, member of the great company that reclaimed erebor. but through all his adventures and hardships, he never lost his playful streak. he wants to have fun with who he loves, wants a little bit of mischief to make his laugh louder and brighter. bofur is a fun-loving soul who, despite his wandering past, will always choose you over anywhere that you’re not.

ori: francesca

ori’s life has never been a peaceful one. being raised by dori and being followed by the whispers of his late amad’s reputation (not to mention nori’s) without a mountain to call home, it weighed on his shoulders. even his craft, the pride of every dwarrow worth their beard, happened to be one seen as miniscule in importance compared to smithing. every moment spent with his one, doing anything or nothing at all, eases the burden he carries and makes every moment of strife worth it just to be with the soul made to mirror his.

fíli: i, carrion (icarian)

your love for him seems almost too good to be true, the remnants of stories told in dusty tomes written by those with far more eloquence than he can claim to possess. that being said, he is definitely not one to look a gift boar in the mouth. he relishes in each tender moment, every second spent in your presence that carries him far beyond the constraints life has placed upon him. but he recognizes that life isn’t always so simple, retreating into your arms and wishing that everything around you both just disappears. there’s always reality, waiting patiently outside of your chambers for one faulty misstep to throw you both askew. that’s why he dedicates himself to showing you that if life does what it does best and deals harsh blows, he will be there for you through it all.

dori: shrike

dori never had time for love; he had two brothers to protect, one more wily than the other was young. his focus was on getting his brothers through the days, putting food on their plates and the semi-frequently used stash of bail money well-stocked. he allowed his feelings for his one to fall to the wayside in the name of preservation. he ignored their call for decades and braved out the pain that came with such a silence. he begged for his one’s forgiveness every time they called for him. but once the mountain was reclaimed and his brothers safe, he yearned for what he could have had. he would approach his one with much regret and sorrow for the time lost, but a pure hope that they could find forgiveness in their heart for him.

tauriel: unknown/nth

to earn her love is a feat unlike that which the world has known for a long time. being seen as worth all these mortal struggles and painful toils in the eyes of an elf, let alone one as fierce as tauriel, is quite the achievement to anyone outside looking in. to the red-haired warrior in question, though, giving her love to you has the same unthinking ease as breathing; it’s beyond instinct to do and just as necessary to her survival. you’re worth every century spent alone, every moment after knowing you spent away from you.

[shirefantasies]

Clear As Mud- Ori x F!Reader

Gotta show my boy some love on this blog 😌 Warnings: some language, a suggestive joke

(Gif by @the-hobbit! Will take down if requested)

It was an absolutely lovely day for some bullshit. Nothing like you had been going through yourself, of course. For you had been traveling for weeks with this company of dwarves and yet the object of your affection had somehow not caught wise to it at all, and while you found that endearing, even from the most adorable dwarf you had ever met it could only be endured for so long.

Thus, taking matters into your own hands was the natural conclusion of it all. Nothing left to do but put the idea in Ori's head by a new means, means you couldn't help deviously smiling to yourself over. You could just picture the way his eyes would widen in wonder, jaw dropping in innocent awe, and it made your heart smile and skip a beat.

Wandering over to where the scribe had sat down, legs folded to hold his drawing pad up and hands, of course, scribbling away at the very same, you took a seat on the rock adjacent to his.

“You know, it still surprises me that Thorin has no interest in utilizing my services,” you remarked in mock-surprise, a hand resting beneath your chin, “Have you heard much about it?”

Ori’s attention snapped fully up from his drawing at that. “Services? We were supposed to be at yours! Perhaps he’s like me and he doesn’t know what you offer! What is it that he wants none of?”

Fighting a grin, you shrugged. “Not everyone takes stock in psychics. Don’t want to find anything out from foresight, I suppose. That can change things, for certain. Even just a fortune telling might be nice, though. Put him at ease, you understand.”

Sure enough, Ori’s eyes widened just as you pictured. Line cast, time to pull it in.

“I think I do! So you can read fortunes? And Thorin doesn’t want one? Who wouldn’t want one?”

His gloved hands spread in excitement, brown eyes positively glittering upon you, sending your heart leaping and lips smiling.

“You’ve got that exactly right,” you nodded, “No one’s wanted one yet. Maybe they indeed are not all aware.”

“Oh, do me! Do me!” Ori jittered, folding his pad completely shut and casing his charcoal. “Let me be the first- oh, Nori will be quite jealous!”

Your smile only grew at his pleased look. Shifting on your rock’s rough surface to find a more comfortable sector of your arse for it to dig into, you reached into the depths of your pockets for the props you’d prepared. You could make plenty a choice joke about his initial phrasing there, but when you had him so reeled there was no sense in risking scaring him off. Snickering and flushing to yourself would have to do.

Props you’d brought readied, you twisted the point of crystal a peddler had given you between your fingers, hopefully mysteriously.

“My focus. I will call upon it to channel my power,” you told Ori, eyelids fluttering shut and the fingers of your other hand drawing a swirl in the dirt with a feather you’d found between them.

“Do I need to do anything?” He asked, eyes still wide as he leaned forward on his rock.

“Take my hand,” you answered in a solemn voice, extending yours facing palm-up.

Complying immediately, Ori extended his and took yours firmly, sending thrilling sparks up your arm as the warmth of his gloves hit. His fingers were thick, strong as a dwarf’s were expected to be, but longer, nimbler than those of the rest. No wonder he was such a skilled artist. The sight of them upon yours was nice. Right. Quite right indeed.

You hummed for a moment before speaking again. “Your fortune is very…fortunate. Much luck coming your way, yes indeed. You’ll make it through this all, you know.”

Should you have felt guilty for saying something you didn’t truly know? You couldn’t, not when you knew you spoke it as a promise. As you lived and breathed you would let no harm come to Ori. And beside that, thus might he find his own courage. In fact…

To a smiling Ori you continued. “You will find your courage. I see it. And you will go on to great things. Perhaps even find your One. Your One, yes… It is faint, I grant, but I can see her. She loves to read.”

He grinned. “Just like me!”

And me, you thought with a smile of your own, you know that. “Big fan of a good cuppa, too, she’s got one in her hand. Lavender, it looks like. Good taste.”

“That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

Humming, you nodded. “I’m beginning to make out something beyond the shadows. Colors. A complexion.”

Naturally, you described your own in as vague a terminology as you could manage. Her dress was your favorite color as well.

“Another vision. It appears she wields a staff.”

That, certainly, was the cherry on top of the bullshit pile, for you wielded the very same and surely Ori didn’t know that many young ladies who carried such. Or if he did, maybe you’d challenge them.

“You’ll have all the wealth you can want, too. Certainly comfort will be yours, Ori. You’re meant to be a great scribe, a piece of the history of your people.”

“Wow,” your beloved dwarf puffed out his chest a bit at that, suddenly looking adorably proud of himself, “You can really see all that? Tell me more about my One- when do I meet her?”

“You should know that when it happens. Or if it has already.” Biting your tongue, you subdued the frustration threatening to rise into your tone, working back into the mysterious rhythm you’d been using. “Search within your heart and you will surely find the answers it seeks.”

“I will,” Ori replied, big brown eyes wide, “I already am! Thank you.”

Your name, sweet as always upon his lips, brought your ‘reading’ to a close and Ori’s hands folding dreamily upon his pad as his eyes drifted up toward the rolling clouds. Leaving you wondering, should you leave him be? Should you-

Motion alerted the peripheries of your vision, shifting over the grey-blue backdrop of sky and the distant horizon of trees and mountains. Ori had moved his head. Ori was staring at you. Glancing back away, you pretended not to notice, focused instead on that beautiful sky, the point of peace amidst the chaotic weeks.

When the sound of your name cut through your introspection, though, you finally turned to look him head-on.

"Can-can I draw you?"

Head cocked. Still the brown-haired dwarf looked at you with an intense focus you'd never seen before, focus tempered only by the faintest of fear, as if you might hex him or else he was a rabbit looking into an enticing trap, thrilled but worried for his life.

A thrill of your own slid down your spine. "Of course you can! Do you want me to pose?" You joked, leaning forward with your head upon your folded hands.

"No, I just want to look at you like you are. If that's alright, of course!" Ori hastily amended, charcoal in hand once more.

Heart leaping, you nodded and smiled. "It is. Of course it is."

"You know," Ori leaned in closer, eyes narrowing and widening again, "I never realized it before."

"What's that?"

"The way the lines of your smile trace," he answered softly, the sound of charcoal running gently over paper overtaking the flushed silence that followed.

~

Ori had been hovering about you more of late. Talking to you that much more. You, in turn, had been wearing that many more smiles, though you'd started to suspect you needed to have another vision. Practiced it in reflections upon bathing streams, clutching your head and stumbling until it looked natural. Of course, it would also have to be just the two of you lest someone like Dwalin or Thorin or worse, Fili and Kili, call bullshit and never let you forget it again-

"Are you alright? Are you scrying or something?"

Starting, you whipped your head up and lowered the cup of tea you'd been inadvertently grimacing into, suddenly aware that Ori had called your name somewhere beneath the muting of your reverie.

"Uh, yes. Absolutely," you answered, "Scrying. It's a bit harder to do in tea, you know."

"Of course," Ori nodded with far too much understanding and focus, "Well, I won't bother you then, maybe later-"

You were at his side, cup totally abandoned on whatever rock had been your seat, before he could even finish dismissing himself. "Bother me? Hardly. Wasn't even a good vision. Just something about Thorin failing to catch a deer for dinner. Not exciting at all. What did you need?"

"Oh, really?" Ori brightened, posture perking up. "Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to take a walk with me."

"Absolutely," you said, following his lead.

Into the woods you strolled, path crunching softly beneath booted feet and breeze whistling pleasantly past ears and over hair. Ori’s sleeve fluttered against the bare skin of your hand. Fingers momentarily twitching, you just barely resisted the urge to reach out and take his hand, sighing inaudibly into the crisp rush of woodsy air surrounding you. Ori led you deeper until you emerged into a clearing, a smile appearing across your face at the way the sun filtered onto the verdant grass.

“You’ve probably seen what I’m about to say,” he told you sheepishly when your gaze returned to him, “You surely know.”

“No,” you replied, “I, er, cannot see all futures.”

“Well, I’m glad for that, then, in a way. At least you don’t have to stop me telling you how I feel.”

How he…

“I can’t stop thinking about your vision, after all. Of my One. I was pretty sure it was you, but… Well, I got scared. Scared what I was feeling was too good to be true. Not actually it. Or that yours was someone else. Well, I think it’s me, if that’s all right, and I really like you, if you don’t mind my saying so. I really do. I can make you happy. I will. Whatever it takes.”

Your eyes widened at the way he reached out and took your hands in his, peering so earnestly at you, that soft, innocent smile upon his lips. Your heart was shot from its hammering soar, however, by arrows of guilt… and humor. Near-manic humor bubbling up out of your chest as laughter, laughter painted half with joy and half with every momentary shock you felt.

"You do already. I thought the only way to convince you I might do the same was by pretending to be a clairvoyant," you admitted, grip on his hands tightening.

"You were faking it?"

"You weren't making a move!"

"You were so convincing!"

"Well," you grinned, "That's because I really do think I'm the one for you."

"You're lucky I agree," Ori shot back with a shake of his head, "Or else I- I'd..."

"You'd what? Get me back with some bullshit of your own?"

"Something like that," was all he replied before his lips were on yours.

Those thin blades of sunlight struck your cheeks and shoulders, warming you far less than the plush of a gentle kiss and the clutch of joined hands. Ori's sweet lips were everything you imagined, respectful, loving, not prodding but simply reveling in the taste of joy. You held him close as you separated, running a hand along his cheek as the fireworks of finally continued bursting through your illuminated chest.

"See?" It was Ori's turn to grin. "I wasn't afraid. Not this time."

"Clairvoyant or not," you told him, mirroring the love in his eyes tenfold, "I wouldn't have seen that coming."

"Guess we'll have to figure out the future together."

"Now that doesn't sound so bad."

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Masterlist

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Requests post here.

Fifty-one Prompt List here.

AU Prompt List here

The Hobbit:

Bilbo

Starting to Date Headcanons

Remants - Drabble

Thorin

Pebbles - Fifty Follower Celebration

Second

Girl in Calico - Second Pt. 2

From Afar - Second Pt. 3

Dwalin

Pebbles - Fifty Follower Celebration

Fíli

Dating Headcanons

Moonrise - Fifty Follower Celebration

A Kiss Hello

Burning Gold - 150 Follower Celebration

Kíli

Wildflower - x OC multichapter fic (no regular updates)

Porridge

Enchanted - Fifty Follower Celebration

Jumbled

Ori

nothing yet

Bofur

Dating Headcanons

Thranduil

Should You Wish

Legolas

Dating Headcanons

Balin

Pebbles - Fifty Follower Celebration

Gandalf

nothing yet

The Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn

Take a Break - Fifty Follower Celebration

Elrond

Dating Headcanons

Engagement and Marriage Headcanons

Domestic Life Headcanons

Boromir

nothing yet

Faramir

nothing yet

Frodo

nothing yet

Sam

Care - Fifty Follower Celebration

Merry

nothing yet

Pippin

Burden - Fifty Follower Celebration

Gimli

nothing yet

Éomer

nothing yet

[gaycrackheadraccoon]

you simps

damn glad y’all like it though not sure if y’all saw it, but I also made a Bofur, Nori, and Dori bot (Links here respectively) https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=rk60ej9iKbuxSZ3CwcxLlu09X3QG3jaWSepYdaNBtYc https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=5qL_Z6gq0T6AwyMabyx-skiIs3l97ObZY0jTtAn5KYw https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=5iRzFj_B8j9w_luuFzx0qSUpqX46qUmm6yzeD1hMxSM anyway if y'all have any more you want me to do I’ll do it i’ll fucking do it try me 

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Snowed in

Prompt: Snowed in for @blairsanne

Characters:Ori x reader

Warnings: /

Your hands pressed against the icy stone, you listened to the deafening silence surrounding you with a queasy feeling in your gut.

“It won’t be for long,” Ori smiled soothingly. “We’re good at tunnelling in and out. Don’t worry.”

His nimble, gentle fingers draped a blanket of his own making around your tense shoulders as he tried to distract you from the claustrophobic sensation of being snowed in and cut off from the world.

“Hold me,” you pleaded softly. “When I’m in your arms, I forget about the world.”

“Can do,” he replied lovingly, eagerly wrapping his arms around you.

Ah, my most beloved boy!

Lots of love!

-> Masterlist(by @cilil)

[chaos-intj]

I‘m Alive! Pls request something

No seriously sorry for being gone school messed me up a bit but I’m good now

Aaaaaand I am reliving my Lord of the Rings/The hobbit obsession and even though this fandom isn’t really that active anymore I wanted to ask for your requests for these fandoms (especially the hobbit)

I write for pretty much any character but I would especially love requests for Thorins company so if you got any send them over

Rules are pinned and requests can be made here

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello! May I please request a star wars, the hobbit and the arcana match up? ^^

I'm 19, omnisexual and I go by they/them. I am a enfp, 3w4, saggitarious, so basically I'm impulsive, ambitious, fun loving, sensitive, expressive, understanding, always seems a lil high, blunt, out of pocket, creative, rebellious and live by the phrase Yolo. (I also have really bad anxiety, depression and adhd)

I'm like a mix of emo, metalhead, goth and punk in terms of music and style but I like mostly sticking with a cleaner look. I'm pale, 5'4, have shoulder length straight dyed black hair, brown eyes, skinny but has some muscle, lots of scars I am very proud of, and visible scoliosis but I like to pretend it's the emo hunch

I enjoy creating, dancing, music, trying new stuff, fashion, stuff that makes me feel sophisticated, comics, horror, zombies, learning, bugs, dark stuff, my pet bird, experimenting, running, space, writing in code, science, working out, reading, plants, red and black, collecting, info dumping, and I love taking care of things and people for some reason.

Lastly my ideal date is going and trying something new togethor or like a amusement park. What I look for in a person is passion and ambition extra points if there a little dorky lol. My love Language kinda differs from person to person I take there needs and wants into consideration but I am a little touch starved soo :)

And here you go good luck and keep up that good work fellow writer!! <3

Hi! Thanks for requesting a matchup! I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for the wait! <3333

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Star Wars;

Luke Skywalker:

✨ You were already a part of Han's crew when you met Luke, chilling on the Falcon as you fixing one of the monitors; you heard blasters shooting in the distance, watching out the main window to see Han and Chewie running with two other people, (some old guy and a pretty cute looking young guy)

✨ Immediately getting into flight mode, you didn't get the chance to say hello to the newcomers until after you escaped the planet, and that's when you finally met Luke; hubba hubba

✨ Skipping the year that you both were just friends, you and Luke finally got together after he got back from cutting off a Wampas's arm on Hoth, (and after he got out of that water tank), but to get to the point, Han liked to joke around with you both; you were almost polar opposites, looks-wise, Luke was a blondie and you had dyed black hair, and you wore dark colors and he didn't really

✨ But opposites attract, and you and Luke actually had similar personalities, you were both passionate, caring, understanding, fun-loving, and impulsive; you both had anxiety and he definitely had ADHD

✨ Luke really, truly love you, from your love for trying new things to stargazing at the million stars in the sky - you're perfect; and you adored Luke, his willingness to learn and grow, his quirky charm, his bashful smiles, his dorky attitude; he was perfect

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The Hobbit;

Ori:

🌿 You met Ori when you joined the Company, Gandalf asked you to come along since you were pretty great at knowing what plants can help heal or ones that you could eat, and you were great at keeping things light; basically your job in the group was to make sure no one was upset, trying your best to joke around and get smiles on everyone's faces

🌿 But sometimes you needed someone to bring a smile to your face, and Ori was your guy! From little jokes here and there, or just being his little, dorky self made you smile; he was your little, dorky boi

🌿 There wasn't a lot to collect on the road, so you'd collect a rock wherever you could, and Ori would help, running up to you with a huge, sheepish smile on his face as he handed you a few rocks he had found for you; you're swooning

🌿 Near the end of the journey, Ori took his chance and asked if he could braid your hair; having learned and read about Dwarven culture, you felt your heart skip a beat and you joked a little before saying yes and allowing him to braid you hair

🌿 As said before, Ori's a dork, like the number one dork of all dorks, but he was your dork, and he understood you, he cared about you, and he loved you

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The Arcana;

Portia:

🐱 You met Portia when you came to visit your friend Nadia, yes, ou were friends with royalty, lucky you; for some reason the other many times you visited Nadia, Portia was at her cottage, what a coinkydink

🐱 But it was love at first sight, you loved how sweet she was, how energetic, upbeat, and mischievous she was; and you absolutely loved her eyes, you could stare at them all day

🐱 You had both started talking, going on walks together, talking about everything and anything, and soon a romance blossoms; from secret kisses in the castle to dancing in the garden, you and Portia were in love

🐱 She loves your bird, and you are so glad that she does; she also loves looking at plants with you, reading with you, trying out new things together, (all when she has free time, that is)

🐱 You both are two sweet peas in a pod, always there for one another, and always bringing out the best in each other :)

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[absentmindeduniverse]

Kili would totally torment you like that 🤣

And Fili 😏 I giggled when I read "Because I love hearing you call my name in an imploring tone" That sentence just...

So in character ! Thorin protecting you ! And Bilbo not believing he is special!!! 😍

Imagine: Bees’ fear

How would Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bilbo, Dwalin, Ori react if they found out you were afraid of bees?

Note 1: I’m not an English native speaker so there are probably mistakes. Note 2: It’s the first time I wrote with Dwalin and Ori, I hope it’ll be alright!

Thorin 

You tried to hide your fear of bees during the whole quest. Thinking nobody could realise it, you were pretty proud of you, and to your surprise, there weren’t as many bees in Middle-earth as you thought. After the Shire, you never saw one. Your meals and your walking were so peaceful that it was strange, but you were thinking the other lands may be not conducive to their development.

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[shirefantasies]

I have only asked for one matchup in the past like 8 years of imagine blog requesting but I figured hey, why not? I've been reading your blog nonstop for like 2 weeks, lol! Lets see, I'm about 5ft 4 with a bob of ringlets and a round, even, bespectacled face. I'm pretty curvy and perhaps on the heavier side but I've got a lot more strength to my frame than most give me credit for! In the day to day folks look at me and think I'm a 100% cerebral kind of person and for the most part they'd be right, at least when I was younger. I used to be the ultimate shut-in for the simple fact that I suffer from a family curse on my father's side- when we aren't learning we feel like we're *fucking dieing*(i didn't make tht up it's the family running joke!). These days I'm much more outgoing; I play DnD in 2 groups, have tons of online friends I talk to regularly, I've got a routine of 'sister night's where me and my sister paint together, I sing in a chorus, and I've got study sessions with my mentor going too- so I'm kinda a former-antisocial-dork-turned-deliberate-part-of-their-communities kinda chick. I feel like if i was dropped in middle earth I'd wanna try and build a printing press, my first degree was in graphic design so I know a ton about all the different kinds, I'd love to share! After all, what's the point of learning if you don't use your information to *help* people? Guess I'd be a scribe if I was born there tho. I skew towards liking the hobbit characters more than LOTR, but I'm up for anyone that's in both, too. Congrats on 300, you deserve it!!

Thank you so much for your support and heck yeah, *you* deserve the treat of a matchup too 😘 I’m so glad you said that about the hobbit characters because I definitely had someone in mind for you…

Dear Ori!

Ori finds out someone is causing quite a stir with a new invention, so of course he has to see what all the fuss is about! Something about a revolution amongst his world of scribes happening right at the foot of his home down in Dale. Making his way down to the study named, he musters up the courage to knock on the door. Coming to call unannounced isn't exactly the most polite behavior, he knows, but then again this inventor must be having a lot of that these days. He isn't expecting to see a cute young woman open the door, though, and his first thought is one hoping you aren't just the inventor's wife opening the door for them.

You are not. The moment Ori shyly greets you, asking if it's true what the scribes are saying about an exciting new device, your eyes light up and you usher him in. Inside your home is a bit messy, but the comforting sort of messy where charming china sits out atop tables, game boards at their sides, papers are strewn about with notes and diagrams and drawings Ori wishes he could see better. A potted plant sits in one corner with an unfinished sketch of its likeness on the adjacent shelf. A fire is fighting its best to stay lit behind an elaborately styled metal gate, no doubt to keep it that much further from all the paper. All in all, Ori thinks to himself that this is somewhere he could live. As you begin taking him across the room to a door, you animatedly discuss your many trials and errors before you reveal your masterpiece. A great structure with some sort of metal rod and a bunch of blocks? Printing press, you call it. You had blocks for each letter, the rod pulled down to press the ink down... "Now we can save some time if we need a lot of copies! What do you think?" You stood there with your head expectantly tilted, hands clasped in front of you. "They say Thorin or Bard might like something like this for decrees, but as a fellow scribe do you see a future with this?"

Gaping at your smarts and flushing at the faint flutter of your eyelashes, Ori nods. "This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen, and I fought a dragon." "You...fought a dragon?" It is your turn to gape as you peer at the dwarf with new interest. "Threatened to show him dwarvish iron where the sun don't shine," he replied with a proud smile, arms crossed, "but you know, in the end Mr. Bard got 'im. We all showed him what for, though! This tops that by a long shot, though- how'd you think of this?" Kettle on first, hours of discussion later. Soon it was near nightfall and Ori was apologizing profusely and you were waving it off, asking him for promise of a return with the sketches he mentioned.

A whole new page of sketches gets dedicated to figures with bobs of lovely curls, gorgeous curves that have Ori blushing, smiles upon a round, cheery face and spectacles never fully betraying the eyes' secrets. Whole hours of Ori’s day get dedicated to carving blocks for your press and trying them out with you and feeling his heart flip at the way you take his hands and leap in celebration. He can listen to you talk, whether it’s explaining your invention process or the instructions of the game you’re teaching him or even simply sharing some random animal facts from the latest book you picked up, all day, he thinks. And then one day as he’s leaving you press a kiss to his cheek and that’s it.

Flowers and a new book are thrust into your hand the moment you open the door, Ori standing before you telling you how much he likes you and can’t stop thinking about you and you positively must interrupt him to tell him he’s been like home to you or else he’ll keep going, the poor dear. He wants to take you out that day, walk you around proudly and savor the feeling of your hand in his as he shows you off.

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HEADCANON GAUNTLET

I HAVE A BUNCH OF UNFINISHED HEADCANONS AND NO TIME BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA STOP ME, WHICH ONES DO YOU WANT TO SEE FIRST?

[gaycrackheadraccoon]

Guys look

My boy needs more appreciation. I love him and I just think he’s neat.

[arya-eats-chips]

HANGE ZOE MENTIONED!!!!!! I LOVE HER

Ori:

•Helping haul back a pile of twigs and roots, Ori and you are currently going on and on about some new topic, as the two of you always did when the company started settling down for the night.

•A shy dwarf at first Ori opened up more to your company and soon found you to be the most pleasant person to talk to while being on this adventure.

•He loved his family but if he wasn't being ignored by Nori, Dori was breathing down his neck and fussing over him like he was still a pebble.

•Talking to you was a breath a fresh air and you felt the same.

•Sharing the same sentiment about being ignored mainly by everyone, talking with Ori made days pass on more smoothly.

•Continuing the task of picking up sticks you set your pile aside to put your hair up in a ponytail to keep your hair from getting tangled.

•Ori had been blabbering on which you would occasionally tune in or nod along just to appear engaged in the conversation.

•However hearing him suddenly stop midway through his sentence made you worry.

•Ori had a nack for freezing in is tracks if something was bothering or frightening him.

•You ask him what was wrong and worries are only heightened when you see his eyes staring at you, wide eyed and full of concern.

•Without speaking he brushes his finger across your face and touches the tattoo thats sitting beneath your eye.

•Ori: "I . .I had no idea you'd gotten a scar like that under yer eye?! What happened to ye? When did this happen!"

•Taking his now shaken hands into yours you begin to laugh and pat his back reassuringly.

•(Y/A): "Oriii. Its not a scar. I thought Dwalin would have better prepared you to see face tattoos."

•Ori: "Thats a face tattoo!? Its so small what even is it?"

•Fumbling on your words you try to explain the concept of heart shapes to him. To be honest you really didn't have a reason for why you got it.

•Its just a small "aesthetic" heart tattoo accompanied with gold sparkles that sit by the corner of your eye.

•It was just a cute face tattoo nothing more than that.

•The only complants you ever got were from concerned family members chastising you for getting a tattoo on your face because "What employer would want to hire someone who makes mold decisions".

•Welp, doesn't matter now since you have more important things to worry about, like you know helping to slay a dragon!

•As you continue to try to explain you sorta give up half way realizing Ori probably doesn't understand the meaning behind corny e-girl aesthetic tattoos.

•Eventually just ask him with a soft smile on his face "Ori it doesn't really matter what the tattoo means, does it look bad on me?

•Ori: "Oh no. . of course not! I just had no idea a human like ye would get tattoos 'specially on yer face. *blushes* I don't know what they are but they really suit ye."

•Playfully patting his back while gushing about how sweet he is you head back to camp with Ori trailing behind.

Nori:

•Settling by the many rocks that laced the current campsite you set your bed roll near the 'ri family.

•They pretty much took you in all in part to Ori.

•He loved not being the only one Dori dotted on and you weren't complaining either.

•They were like the wacky siblings you've always dreamed of having.

•Nori was the only one who took some time warming up to you.

•Having been fully aware of his theifing habits you expected him to be overly cautious when sharing information with you.

•However, he would have to open up to you eventually when he realized his brothers weren't going to stop being around you.

•Man were you glad he opened up.

•You would have never believed how fun he was to hang out with.

•He was incredibly funny too. I mean some of his stories could rival Bofurs with what kinds of trouble he would end up in due to his "occupation".

•Changing out of your day clothes and setting up the finishing touches of your sleep sack you see an eager Nori run up to you.

•Appearing to be covering something he pulls you down and shushes you before you can speak.

•Nori: "psst . . Look" He proudly shows you a bag of rings he stole from a town a while back.

•(Y/A): "NORI *you try to hit him but he's already recognized your pattern and has defected each hit"

•Nori: "Haha stop that. Ye know your little taps are useless on me.

•(Y/A): "What am I going to do with you."

•Nori: "Whattt not impressed eh?"

•(Y/A): "What's more impressive is how no one has managed to catch you yet. I half expected this journey being cut sort because we have to get you out of jail."

•Nori: "Nah love. You know I'm better than that. *sneaking behind you* *Trying to grab your bag* I'm sneakier.

•(Y/A) "Haha heyy."

•Nori: *shifting to your right* : *ruffles hair to try and grab your hair pin*: I'm more evasive.

•(Y/A): *batting at his hands* : oh yeah?

•Nori: *Lifting up shirt* "Yeah I'm. . "

•(Y/A): *Yelp*: *pushing him a bit as you pull your shirt down* haha Noriiii!

•Nori: 'right, 'right . I'll leave ye be. But whats this now hm? Since when did you get a tattoo?"

•Referring to the large Bear tattoo thats currently being covered by your night shirt. The tattoo sits on your lower back and it is massive. It trails up your spine and it took a good couple of sessions for your tattoo artist to complete it.

•Months of work, sweat, and dedication was needed to get a fraction of the cost to oneday have this semi realistic bear on your body and it was worth it.

•Looking back at Nori you see him standing over you waiting for an explanation.

•You proudly tell him about your artist and how long you waited to get it but he seemed bored by the statements.

•Nori: "Yea yeah that sounds sooo fascinatin'. Love I meant the reasonin' behind the tattoo not yer life story 'bout how you got it.

•Sheepishly you admit that you got a bear tattoo because "its your spirit animal" or whatever. Dude you just like bears mkay. Yeah every person ever has themselves some corny "spirit animal" tattoo but who cares. Bears are just so cool!

•Nori seems to be pleased by your answer. However that doesn't stop him from teasing you. To be honest bears don't seem to suit you in his eyes. More like little baby doe's which only results in you trying to clobber him again.

Dori:

•Being forcefully dragged away from the front door of Beorns house, Dori was doing what Dori does best.

•He was doting all over you. Fussing like some grandma who saw their grandkid trip on a rock or something.

•Despite the fact that you were a grown adult who has not needed anyone to care for them like a little child, Dori had not let up this behavior since Bag-End!

•You don't know how or why but for some strange reason the 'ri brothers took you in as one of their own.

•Ori was sweet as can be, Nori was like your strange older cousin who seemed to never get out of trouble and Dori was as close to grandma as you were going to get!

•Sitting in what you dubbed "Dori's timeout chair" which only got you a stern glare from the older dwarf, you "willingly" let Dori do whatever he needed to do to calm himself down.

•Yeah being chased by orcs, goblins, and a giant Man-Bear was terrifying but Dori would nearly have a heart attack everytime you got even an inch close to "danger".

•Right now was no different as you examened your body for any scratches or injuries.

•Rolling your eyes as you slumped further into the chair, you see Nori snickering in the distance as he giver you a wink and walks away. Not so subtly you mouth to him an "I hate you".

•Dori: "Stop that. Ye know I have ill tolerance for any bad mouthin'. 'Sides his turn will come sooner rather than later."

•(Y/A): "ughhhhhhhhhhhhh but I feel as if we've dond this same song and dance before. I'm fine. No one is dying. I'm not bleeding and if I were to have any scars it's not the end of the world Dori!"

•Dori: "I know (Y/A).

•(Y/A): "Well if you know then why do you insist on doing this EVERY TIME. Hm?"

•Dori: "because I care (Y/A)."

•Sighing and softly smiling you just can't help but laugh. I mean how could you stay angry at that.

•However not really getting the answer you wanted you ask him again why he so scared about you getting scars. If other members are in the clear for getting them why is it so bad for you? (Not that you were willing to get them).

•Dori: *sigh* listen. I don't want anyone gettin' injuries on this adventure. I wish that this journey could be smoother than what it turned into. However, dwarrows like Dwalin and the princes suit scars bette' then some others."

•(Y/A): Ohhh so its a looks thing hm? You saying I'd be ugly if I had scars? *You ask with a cheeky grin*

•Dori: *Bonking your head* "Don't twist my words! I don't think any scars or anything on all of Middle Earth could turn you ugly. It's just that if we could avoid scars or any unnecessary injuries then we should! 'Specially ye. I've seen the scars that 'lready riddle yer body and I'd just hate to see more on ye that's all "

•Unaware that this old dwarf was so observant you couldn't help but sit in silence. Truth be told you were always the curious yet, clumsy one in your family back on earth. Many scars, cuts, and bruises laced your body during your childhood due to your adventurous nature. Whether it was exploring the forrest behind your house (despite being told not to by your parents), or clumsily tripping on things and getting into messy situations, your body has seen its fair share of wear and tear.

•A scar under your chin when you tripped at the water park, face first into concrete, or the scar on your thumb when you were learning to widdle and carve back in school. You had no clue Dori had spotted them all.

•Coming back to your senses you try to explain to Dori that he has nothing to worry about. You apologize for making him so concerned about your well being.

•He cups your hands and tells you that it's alright. That he's sorry too for treating you like glass all the time.

•He goes on to explain that it wasn't always easy for him and his family and that injurys were not easily treatable when money was hard to come by. He suspects that Nori's own reckless behavior combined with the lack of funds made him the worrywart he is today.

•He let him know that there is nothing to be ashamed about and that his behavior is nothing more than coming from a place of concern.

•As the night creeps across the sky as the candles of Beorns home begin to burn out you and Dori make your way over to your sleeping area.

•Feeling a little guilty for always giving Dori a hard time, you decide to tell the story about each scar you got. In a sense it sort of lightened the mood and elevated any fears about how you got your scars.

•Most were dumb accidents. The burn scar on your palm when you dropped a hot pan on your hands trying to make some eggs. The scar on your knee when you tripped on your own two feet one to many times. You explained the hole on your ear when you pierced it on your own and it went as well as you expected.

•Laughter filled the air as the 'ri family listened in on your silly mishaps.

•Despite all the dangers you faced thus far this trip would have been so much more unbearable had you not been taken in by this caring and loving family of dwarves.

•The last scar you showed was a long cut that trailed your leg.

•However one would find it hard to spot because a large tattoo sat on top of it.

•Dori was shocked but not because of the scar but rather you never mentioned it to him at any point during this trip.

•You admit that you were worried that he would freak out if he saw it especially since a giant scar is hidden between the ink.

•Although a upset Dori was more fascinated with what or rather who your tattoo is supposed to be.

•Your tattoo wasn't flowers, patterns, or even an animal. Your tattoo was Hange Zoe. You wanted to use her eyepatch to cover the scar on your leg.

•Smacking your head you wondered how you were going to explain the entirety of Attack on Titan to a bunch of dwarves.

•Instead of restoring to regurgitating the AoT wiki you settled on explaining that Hange Zoe is a favorite character from a novel you read when you were a teen.

•That she is wicked smart but also a really good fighter. During one of the chapters she faces head on with the enemy in order to try and help save her friends and comrades. In the end one of her eyes is severely injured and she has to wear her eye patch for the rest of the story. You wanted to get her because her eyepatch made it easier to get a tattoo around a scar.

•Feeling satisfied the Dori and the others head off to bed. Though in the morning they continue to bombard you with questions about the "warrior lady" on your leg and the rest of the scars that lace your body. Hey at least you have something to talk about besides the endless lectures from Dori.

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

Apple of my eye

This beautiful moodboard has been made by @sorisooyaa, my beloved baby...

In an attempt to break me out of my funk, here comes a little Ori story from the sweet sheet of the @fellowshipofthefics February Bingo.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: Ori x reader

Prompt: Kissing in the rain

Your thoughts were flickering in and out of focus as you stared at the raindrops running down the opaque windowpane beside you despondently.

The weather had been rotten for days and you yearned for sunshine and blue skies with almost childlike fervency.

“What I wouldn’t give for a sweet, golden apple,” you sighed, well-aware of how whimsical and random that thought was, and leaned your head against the cool glass.

Rainstorms always made you feel profoundly lonely; they were meant for lazy cuddling by the fire and self-indulgent poetry readings. Unfortunately for you, the one who insidiously crept into all of your daydreams of sweet, innocent togetherness seemed stubbornly oblivious to your affections and so, you were doomed to petulant moping instead.

The slamming of a door interrupted your morose thoughts suddenly, and you looked up in surprise; surely, nobody would dare brave the vicious downpour when nightfall was so close at hand. You were, after all, well supplied and there was no good reason to venture forth at this hour.

“Lassie,” Dwalin grumbled reproachfully, “take a care what you wish for!”

Startled, you scanned the room and soon realised that it was indeed Ori, the very person you had been musing about so miserably, who had left the shelter of the small hut you were perched-up in together until the storm had abated.

“What is he thinking?” you exclaimed in dismay, springing to your numb feet in alarm.

“You’ve asked for some fruit, so he went to get you what your heart desires.”

“Nonsense!” you opined vehemently. “Why would he do something so recklessly thoughtless? He’ll get mired down in the mud or lose his way in the blinding rain! What my heart desires…and he leaves, really!”

Kíli gave you a long, dumbfounded stare, his unwavering disbelief starkly evident in every single line of his face.

“Ori would try to unhook the moon and pick stars like flowers for you,” he eventually said and shook his head regretfully. “Not that it has done him much good thus far.”

The heat of indignation and of disappointed love rose into your cheeks as you strode towards the door without sparing a thought or word for the unduly forward prince.

“Bloody fool,” you cursed. “Thrice confounded idiot!” Without paying any further heed to the astonished faces turning towards you in your passionate outburst either, you threw open the door and rushed out into the onslaught of icy water fearlessly.

Immediately, rivulets of stunning cold made their way down your spine and permeated your clothes as you advanced, tottering, towards the nearby line of fruit trees on unsteady feet.

This might well have been a mistake, you conceded, but you were too proud and decided to turn back now like a beaten cur.

Soon, you could make out the beloved silhouette of a small, dainty being – leaning forward to defy the vengeful violence of the sheets of rain driving him back – moving resolutely under the shadow of the dark trees.

“Ori!”

He turned around, wiping one hand over his eyes to clear his vision.

“What are you doing? Come in! It’s raining too much for you to go trudging off alone; it’s not safe.”

With a small, slightly quivering smile, he let his other hand shoot forward and – as his stiff fingers unravelled – you could discern a beautiful, golden apple lying like an unlooked-for treasure in his palm.

“I just…you said..” Ori grimaced and took a step towards you, his offering still stretched out reverently in front of his drenched and wretchedly trembling body.

Before you could either chide or thank him, he slipped on a treacherous spot of deep mud and fell hard.

“Ori!” You hastened forward, instantly losing your balance as your foot caught on a stone that had been obscured by the churned-up earth, and slithered into him on your hands and knees. “Are you okay? Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

Overcome by worry and love, you started patting his legs and arms – checking your hands for blood every other second – in a public display of attachment you would have been deeply ashamed of if anyone else had witnessed it.

“I just wanted to make you feel better,” Ori finished his previous thought quietly. “You looked so very sad because of the rain.”

“The rain?” It was true that you were not overly fond of overcast weather, but it had not really been the storm that had soured your mood. Maybe, you thought, it was time to tell him the truth; for once, you were perfectly alone and – surrounded by a veil of water – you truly felt as if you were the only people left alive in a world made of fury and darkness.

“I have tried to make you understand how much you mean to me for weeks now,” you confessed, crawling up over his prone body and staring longingly into his wide eyes. “It was the lack of a favourable reaction from you that has dampened my joy.”

Ori blinked in confusion. “That is highly irregular,” he finally said. “I might be slow, but I am steady; thus, I have dutifully studied your glances and smiles and I’ve memorised every one of them to make sure that I was not deluding myself.”

Proffering his apple once more, he blushed furiously. “I would have fulfilled your every wish, proving myself to be caring and reliable and then, a few months hence, I might have gathered the courage to present you with a token of my undying affection, made by my own hands and accompanied by a long letter of confession.”

He looked positively distraught now, wiping at his wet hair falling into his beautiful face periodically and gazing up at you with imploring intensity. “Never would I have guessed that my reticence would cause you pain. You must believe me when I swear that this was never my intention!”

You wanted everything he had described, of course, but you desired him more; you were restless and wet, and consequently good manners and wise precaution were not foremost in your troubled mind at that moment.

“Tell me true, Ori dearest, do you reciprocate my helpless infatuation then?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed, obviously scandalised by the minute flicker of doubt in your expression. “How could I not? Take this apple as a proof of my devotion; you yearned for sweetness and sunshine, and I’d stop the very rain from falling if only the depth of my love could tear the heavenly veils.”

“Sweetness,” you mused with a smirk and leaned forward to press your lips onto his brow. “I accept what you are offering, my darling.”

That face you had been dreaming about for so many days and nights was tilted up ever so slightly and your heart understood the cautious invitation before your mind could even make sense of everything that was happening; your lips wandered across his freckled cheeks and along his soft, bearded jaw to land softly on that expressive mouth you so admired.

It was still raining hard and, every so often, you tossed your head back to draw a deep breath to avoid drowning in your greed and the abundance of water battering your back unforgivingly, but – now that you had Ori to yourself – you couldn’t stop kissing him until you were light-headed with giddy triumph.

“You’re soaked,” you finally laughed, leaning your forehead against his, “and so am I. Let’s go in and dry off; I am more than willing to share my bedroll with you until we’re warmed up again.”

His golden eyes flashed with hints of amber and onyx as he realised that you were the only one allotted a separate chamber for privacy reasons; he had never set foot in that forbidden room and the thought of being secluded with you in so intimate a manner made his blush deepen and his fingers tremble.

“Highly…” he started.

“Irregular? Indecent? Tempting?” you supplied with a wink and scrambled to your feet cautiously, grabbing his hand and pulling him up alongside you.

“Yes!”

“Well, you’ve risked your health and happiness to get me an apple,” you grinned. “I would be remiss indeed if I didn’t risk my reputation and integrity to show myself appropriately grateful.”

Once more, he looked highly bewildered by your forwardness, but he followed you back to the cabin without saying another word.

“Ah, you’re alive!” The members of his company – friends and kin – seemed both relieved and amused by the muddy, drenched, pathetic sight of your victorious return.

“Indeed,” you said, still dragging Ori by the hand and presenting your apple proudly. “We shall now retire to clean up and to celebrate the successful foray of our dearest Ori.”

You disappeared into the small room at the end of the hall under a hail of hooting and hollering; someone wisely prophesied that Ori would end up marrying you and someone else – Kíli if your ears did not betray you – predicted an outcome of a much lewder variety.

If you had any say in the matter, as you hoped you would, you’d prove each and every one of them right before long.

So, special thanks to my darling baby for this beautiful edit...

And thanks to @fellowshipofthefics for the lovely prompts and the support.

Lots of love from a very sad little me!

[theloveinc]

Togame Jo’s greeting kisses to you are always way too long.

The kind of affection that’s usually savored in private, instead displayed wherever, whenever, and every single time you see each other—he always takes two to three minutes just to kiss you hello, abandoning the task at hand (dozing off, attending to Choji, managing the Shishitoren) to mosey your way and pull your lips to his in something just a little too sloppy to be sweet, but a little too sweet to be… too distasteful.

Everyone’s used to it by now, even Sakura, knowing that when you arrive, there’s always a going to be a pause in action just for the sappy display of Togame drooping over you and announcing you to the crowd physically.

(What’s not readily exposed, however, and especially not in a room full of men, is that it’s not just a kiss Togame’s giving you, not just a hello that he hides behind his long bangs and your cheeks between his warm hands, but the kindest stare and sweetest little whisper, “missed you, baby,” as he wraps you up in his arms.)