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fastest little fíliori sketch ever
The entire line of Durin 🤝 wanting your partner to sit on your face
Squishy kisses 😗
Save a pony, ride a Durin.
In which the line of Ri, Bilbo, Tauriel, and Legolas are all members of this club.
(Nori absolutely made them t-shirts.)
You want me to belive the same crowned prince who didnt need to touch the scrib but also constantly found a way to touch the scrib, isnt infact fucking the tiny scrib? You think the tiny scrib isnt trying(maybe succeeding) to impregnate that golden haired lil prince? What media did you watch to think that?
They fuck nasty. Its so sweet and filled with love and mutual respect too.
Also yes I headcannon Fili as Trans. Who are you gone stop? Not me, thats for sure.
modern au except I am solely inspired by the cute barista that works in the coffee kiosk in my building (also this is for @skatesfullofsunshine, thank you for all our filiori talks!)((This is very Ori centric I fear))
Ori who is an overworked, underpaid artist who makes a lot of illustrations for a large magazine. Not where he imagined his art degree would take him, but his elder brothers had always encouraged him to be both realistic and positive. His life was comfortable enough, he supposed. A dingy, miniscule apartment with a shitty roommate on one hand, but a lovely painting nook in his bedroom with natural lighting and fresh air on the other hand.
...And, every so often, enough pocket change to treat himself to a hot dirty chai. Almond milk with whipped cream, cinnamon on top. Just how he liked it. Just how he’d always had it since he started drinking coffee.
The building Ori worked in was large, modern, and brutalist; filled with people in suits that made Ori feel very out of place. His work didn't force him to dress a certain way but sometimes he felt wordlessly pressured to, his graphic tees standing out like a sore thumb amidst the sea of suits and ties.
The coffee kiosk, however, was an inviting little nook on the first floor. Ori didn't visit more often than once a month but his eyes always slid towards the delightful coffee smell source as he waited for his elevator.
Today was his day. He got to work an entire twenty minutes early to accommodate any kind of line at the kiosk. He didn't care his shoes had gotten wet nearly the moment he stepped outside his front door. He didn't care about his roommate saying he would be late for his portion of rent, again (well, actually, he did care about this part very much! But this could be dealt with later) because today was the day he got his drink!
When Ori got to the front of the kiosk line, he was momentarily stunned by the sight of the barista manning the register. Handsome and tan, he's wearing his golden hair in a ponytail save for two thin braids tucked behind his ears. His ears, which are adorned with several pretty little gold hoops. His smile is crooked and perfectly imperfect and suddenly Ori had forgotten his order.
"Good morning! What can I get started for you?"
"...Good morning."
Silence.
What the fuck was his order? Dirty chai. The barista had a pride flag pin on his apron. Didn't mean the guy was single. He also had a bunch of Star Trek and D&D pins. Meant the guy was at least a nerd. Ori’s kind of nerd. Ori wondered why couldn't he be someone who just liked black coffee? Almond milk. There were faint freckles on the barista's nose. Should he start with saying it was hot or cold, or perhaps by saying the size? Whipped cream, he needed to ask for whipped cream.
Someone behind Ori cleared their throat.
"Have you been here before? Do you maybe want a suggestion of what to order? I know our menu is big." The barista spoke kindly, sympathetic to Ori's hesitation. His name badge said 'Fili' on it, written next to some silly anime stickers.
Decision paralysis was Ori's biggest enemy. Right behind his rent-forgetting roommate. He hated feeling pressured. "Sure."
"I really like the frosted mocha with banana here! I add sprinkles on top, just because it really affirms to me I'm starting my day with a glorified, caffeinated milkshake. Unless you're more of a coffee purist...?" At the short shake of Ori's head, Fili grabbed a cup and began to write on it. "I'm sure you'll love it then!"
After Ori paid (grimacing that his order was more expensive and nowhere near what he wanted to get) Fili gave him another smile. "I'll get that right out for you."
Ori stood to the side, watching Fili make the drink. He regretted it immensely, wished he had taken just a moment longer to regulate himself and actually order what he wanted. Perhaps next time he would write the order out first and read it directly from his phone to keep his thoughts sorted. Though truly Ori knew why his brain had practically bluescreened, it was the fact that the barista was… beautiful.
Ori was not one to formulate attraction simply off of someone’s looks. Often it took a long time before he felt any sort of spark with someone. It wasn’t as if he was in love with the guy, but Ori was certainly intrigued. Similar interests, pretty face, kind smile. Fili hadn’t seemed like he was judging Ori at all, not for his hesitation or his clothes or even his slight bedhead. It was as nice as it was rare.
“Large frosted banana mocha for Ori?”
Ori was pulled back to reality when his order was called out. He was disappointed it was a different barista who was setting his drink out onto the pickup counter, but he took it with a ‘thank you’ anyways. Ori stuck a straw into his drink before he turned towards his elevator, joining the small crowd that was waiting for the next lift up.
His eyes crept back towards the coffee kiosk. Fili was back at the register. It looked as if he was looking right at Ori…? Surely not.
And yet, he was! He waved goodbye to Ori enthusiastically, his crooked grin bright on his face. Ori gave a small wave of his own back, then lifted his cup in cheers. He still hadn’t taken a sip.
Ori suffered through the long lift up to the sixteenth floor. He always felt a little nauseous on the elevator first thing in the morning, but today he noticed it a little less. Much too preoccupied thinking about the pretty barista.
He made his way to his desk, a tiny little rickety thing in the west corner of the floor. When he had settled in, his laptop booted up and his drawing tabled at the ready, he braved a sip of the frozen concoction.
Fili had not been joking. It was a milkshake with caffeine.
It was… disgusting. Much too sweet for Ori’s taste, and again he felt the sharp sting of regret. If only he had spoken up, he could have had his hot chai right now. What a waste of eight bucks- plus tip!
With a sigh, Ori began his workday. He drank the drink, more so to avoid wasting food than out of a particular liking for the drink.
When it finally was empty, Ori went to throw away the cup. The only thing that stayed his hand was his eye catching upon some writing on the plastic.
‘Next coffee on me?’ It was written in fine, neat handwriting, then followed by a phone number and a doodled smiley face.
Ori could hardly believe it! He dared a look across his office space and when he found no one was looking, he pulled out his phone.
‘Hello’ read his first text. Then Ori’s brain caught up with his fingers and he realized how strange that text was alone.
‘This is Ori.’ He continued to type, ‘I was your customer this morning. Thank you for the suggestion.’
No immediate response came. Eventually Ori was able to focus on his work, falling deep into his current assignments until a few hours had passed. Finally, his phone buzzed.
‘Hi Ori! It's Fili. Thanks for trusting me. How did you like the mocha?’
Ori considered what to say. Often his brothers told him that he needed to work on his tone while he was typing. He didn’t disagree with them, he had heard that particular feedback often enough to know. He had to walk the fine line between honesty (He hated the mocha, every sip of it) and kindness (he would absolutely still try more of his suggestions in the future!)
Finally, he shot a reply back that he thought was sufficient.
‘Why don’t I tell you about it when we get coffee?’
……………………………………………………………………………
(Two years, one month, and 6 days later…)
“Good morning sleepyhead,” Fili purred, draping himself over his still sleeping boyfriend and kissing him awake.
“‘M up, ‘m up… Wha’s goin’ on?”
Fili laughed, finding Ori terribly adorable when he was still half asleep. Ori was sleep-warm and wearing nothing but Fili’s oversized shirt from his football days, his hair messy. Just how Fili liked him.
“Happy second anniversary, sweetheart. Got something for you,” Fili singsonged.
When Ori opened his eyes, he groaned. Fili had set a large frozen mocha on his bedside table. He sat up, reaching towards the drink.
“I’m kidding, that one’s mine,” Fili chuckled, and stopped Ori’s hand gently. Instead, he pressed a warm paper cup into Ori’s hand. His chai. “Just how you like it.”
“I love you,” Ori happily sighed.
“I love you a latte,” said Fili, and he happily accepted the pillow Ori threw at his head.
since i've been seeing so much yuri beamed bagginshield, might i cook with a fem!fíliori headcanon?
fíli is the crown princess of erebor and takes after her uncle. she is serious about her duties, and when the time comes, has agree to wed someone worthy, even though she doesn't really want to :(.
she confides in her closest friend, ori, her childhood friend, whose parents work in the castle. ori understands because she also has never been interested in the lives of the dwarf men, who are more often than not just solitary workhorses.
they go on walks, lay in the grass, and enjoy the quietness of nature together. ori taught her about all the different birds in the sky, and fíli shares her knowledge of rocks and stones and bugs...
ori has always been different-- she doesn't like hiding herself away, and wants to live in the sunshine, working the fields and growing beautiful things. fíli admires her dreams, and thinks of what it might be like, living a life with her.
dís is not dumb. she sees how unhappy fíli is as a solemn royal type, but also knows her stubborn brother would never consider any other kind of life for his heir!! and kíli, well... (looks at her daughter snogging an elf maiden)... it's not that thorin disapproves, but he is a man living in a man's world. his concept of freedom was already completed when they retook erebor and married his consort. she decides to take matters into her own hands!
she tells thorin to let her handle it, that "marriage is a woman's job, after all". he grumbles an acceptance, adding that fíli's husband should be of proper blood. cue the "arrange marriage", which is a private ceremony, after all, and fíli steps onto the altar to see ori standing there, beaming with happiness.
Filiori Fest 2026 Final Round Up
Hi everyone!
It's a bit later than I had planned, but here's the final round up of Weeks 3 & 4 + late submissions I received in the time I didn't yet make it. Thank you for all of the participation this first year. I look forward to what Filiori Fest 2027 will bring!
If you missed them, here are the prior round ups:
Week 1 Round Up
Week 2 Round Up
Please give all of these awesome creators some love! :)