I’m in the process of doing a major overhaul on most of my fics-- the only one I still need to update the original parts for is “Why Are You Here” past part one.
Bifur
Caught Staring (BifurXdwarf!reader)
Bilbo
*to be written later*
Bofur
About Last Night (BofurXdwarf!reader)
Bad Day (BofurXdwarf!reader)
But You Could Get Sick (BofurXreader)
Bombur
Jaybird- Part 1 (BofurXhuman!reader)
Jaybird- Part 2
Bombur’s New Stove (BomburXhuman!reader)
Dwalin
The Love of a Guard (DwalinXdwarf!reader)
Fíli
Amber Ale and uncertainties (Fíli)
Kíli
It’s Just a Song— Part 1 (KíliXhuman!reader) (I don’t like this series anymore so i’m not just redoing it)
It’s Just a Song— Part 2
Taken— Part 1 (KíliXDwarf!reader)
Taken—Part 2
Taken— END
Nori
On My Honor (NoriXhuman!reader)
Ori
Buttons (OriXdwarf!reader)
Fear the Dark —ignore this one; I'm not redoing it for Ori. (the premise was repurposed and used for Jaybird though)
Forgotten Formalities (OriXhobbit!reader)
Why Are You Here? Part 1 (OriXdwarf!reader)
Why Are You Here? Part 2
Why Are You Here? Part 3
Why Are You Here? Part 4
Why Are You Here? Part 5
Thorin
The Ones Left Behind (ThorinXhobbit!reader) -Part 1 ?
A/N: This was a request sent to me from Olive5ever on wattpad for a bit of awesome Ori awkwardness. ("An OriXreader where the reader is a hobbit friend of Bilbo's that tagged along with the band, and it was the first time Ori ever saw a girl he liked, so he was all awkward around the reader") I hope this is sort of what you had in mind ^^
"Where are you running to Bilbo?" You shouted from the small bench in your garden as you watched the ecstatic hobbit leap over your fence, straight towards the road out of the Shire.
"I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!!!" He exclaimed without slowing.
"I'M COMING TOO BILBO!!" You called to him as you snatched up your yellow handbag and chased after him. Bilbo didn't try to argue with you, and decided to have that intimidating dwarf from last night decide whether or not you could join them as well.
"Absolutely not. I am already forced to have a grocer as my burglar, I will not endorse the fantasies of his lover as well. You aren't even packed for a journey like the one before us!" Thorin stated looking down at you from atop his pony. You scoffed in disgust, a habit you regrettably picked up from your older sister, making Bilbo wince because he knew what was coming next.
"How dare you."
"What-"
"No. I'm talking now, so it'll be good for you just to shut up and listen." You said, cutting him off and effectively silencing the rest of the company, "Now as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, how dare you make assumptions about the nature of my abilities without a proper display of them. And further more, I'd like you to refrain from any further implications of impropriety between Bilbo and myself. He's not only family but also my best friend, and absolutely loathes my sister." Thorin looked to Bilbo for an explanation, who simply shrugged, "She's terribly self entitled and wants to take my house for herself." This being as far as he cared to explain at the moment.
"And another thing, how can you say I'm ill prepared when I obviously have this." You said raising your brightly colored handbag.
"There's no way you have enough supplies to last the journey ahead in that bag alone." Thorin squinted at the bag unimpressed.
"Master dwarf, I am a Sacksville-Baggins and we should never be underestimated."
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Ori watched the scene unfold before him in awe, never before had he seen anybody speak to Thorin like that, not even Dwalin. But there you were lecturing him as he loomed over you atop his large pony.
"Very well Miss Sackville-Baggins, you may join us if you don't hinder us in any way. The moment you prove my initial judgement correct, we'll be leaving you in the nearest village before we continue forward." Thorin warned before shouting for the company to begin moving forward and for someone to give Bilbo a pony.
Leaving you to walk since there were no more ponies.
Dori shook his head in disbelief, " Miss Y/N you can ride with one of us if you'd feel comfortable doing so." You smiled at his offered, relieved to already see that one of the other dwarves didn't share Thorin's cold attitude towards you, "That's very kind of you Master Dwarf, do you know who would be the best choice?" You asked skipped alongside his pony, your green skirt bouncing with each hop. Dori thought for a second as he looked at the load each of the ponies carried, "Hmmm... it looks like the pony with the lightest load would be my little brother's" Both Nori and Ori looked back to him, "I meant Ori, Nori. You wouldn't mind allowing the lady to share your pony for the day, would you Ori?"
"No, of course not," he shook his head quickly, "I-i'd be happy to ride with Y/N."
You heard Bilbo shout in surprise and turned around in time to see the youngest dwarves lift him into the air and drop him on a pony. You giggled at the sight because you knew Bilbo was nervous around horses. That was your mistake, the sound of your laughter caught the attention of Kili who urged his horse to race towards you and scooped you into the air, "Kili, at your service my lady."
"Y/N Sackville-Baggins, at yours" you replied back with a polite nod before adding, "If you would be so kind, could you take me over there to Master Ori? I'm to be riding with him today."
Kili frowned at the request, but guided his pony towards Ori's anyways, "You'd rather ride with the scribe than with me?"
"Everyday, if he'd let me." You said with a smirk, but secretly glanced at your riding partner for the day, worried you may have crossed a line with your new traveling companions. But to your relief, he was smiling at your answer, "You're always welcome to ride me Lady Y/N."
For a moment he hadn't realized he misspoke. But then every head that had been within earshot snapped in Ori's direction with varying levels of amusement and shock clear on their faces.
Nori looked so proud.
Ori's eyes grew wide and a dark blush creeped up from under his collar until it covered his entire face, "Oh Aüle, I-i didn't mean to say- I don't want you to r-Well.. I mean-I am so sorry- Oh gods somebody strangle me with my beard already." He stammered as he pulled his long gray scarf up over his cheeks and laid his forehead down on the back of his pony.
"Front or behind?"
"What?" Ori asked, looking up at the sound of your voice.
"Would you like me to sit in front of you or behind you?" you asked again, pretending he never misspoke.
"Oh-h um, I don't mind where you sit ma'am."
"I haven't had much experience on a pony so I'd honestly feel safer sitting front of you if that's alright with you." You admitted.
"Hurry up now! We mustn't fall behind." Dori shouts back to us. Without warning Kili laughed and threw you to Ori, causing you to squeak in surprise as you fell gracelessly onto his horse. With an awkward laugh you quickly righted yourself on the horse in front of him, "I guess you could say I'm already falling for you Master Ori." Ori opened his mouth to reply.
To say something.
Anything.
To at least stop staring at the hobbit that had been dropped onto his pony.
"Please forgive me Master Ori, I tend to make jokes when I'm flustered. It's gotten me into trouble more times than I can count." You apologize, turned slightly around the on the pony so you could see him.
"It's quite alright ma'am." He said, glad that you didn't let the initial awkwardness linger, "Oh! I haven't properly introduced myself. Ori, at your service." His delayed formality made you laugh, "Y/N Sacksville-Baggins, at yours."
A/N: I'm sorry but during this whole interaction I imagine Kili looking completely lost and slightly hurt lol
A/N: Here’s part of my entry for Red’s #LoveYourFlaws Writing Challenge! (I hope its alright that I broke it up into a couple of installements)
Character: Ori (I don’t have a favorite character what are you talking about)
‘Flaws’: Depression, Anxiety, Self Image
Song: “Brave Enough” by Lindsey Sterling
Were you overly paranoid during your night home alone?
There’s no denying it.
Did your over preparation actually help in the long run?
….kind of?
You were only to be home alone for a week while your parents and little siblings were off on a family vacation. You were staying home because you were scheduled to work four of the days they planned to be away. Now, when you reassured your parents that you had no problem taking care of the house, you hadn’t realized this would be your first time staying home alone overnight.
Ever.
With a family as large as yours there was never a time you were ever truly alone, even when you felt like you were. There’d be someone down the hall asleep or crashed on the couch in the living room.
It was never quiet. There would be snoring heard throughout the house or faint music flowing from someone’s room.
But it wasn’t until after they left and you started prepping the table for dinner that the fact that you were on your own truly sunk in. Out of habit you had begun setting up cups and plates for everyone. It wasn’t the sudden lack of noise that bothered you, it was the new foreign ones that caused you to falter.
You could hear the creak in every step you took on the yellowed linoleum floor of your kitchen.
The click of the cabinet doors shutting as you put everything back up.
The neighbors damned Yorkie barking incessantly to be let inside for the night. Although you knew they weren’t new sounds, they were ones you were never able to register before.
The table felt bare as you ate alone on the far end of it, facing the shuttered windows. After a remarkably unsatisfying bowl of leftover tomato soup from the night before, you washed your bowl in the sink and started to make your wake back to your room to get ready for bed.
Just as you turn the corner of the hallway, you thought you saw something move past the doorway of your youngest sister’s room.
A startling shade of black against the vibrant pink of her walls.
Now this wasn’t the first time you thought you’ve seen something out of the corner of your eye, but tonight was different.
Tonight you were alone.
You weren’t ready to be home alone yet. You called your friend that lived two doors down to see if you could come for the night and watch a movie or something. She asked why the sudden movie night, but didn’t press for details when you said you were home alone and bored out of your mind.
You told her you’d be over in five and a quick goodbye before packing an overnight bag.
You packed a clean pair of underwear and socks, your toothbrush, a comb, the book you borrowed from her last month that you still needed to return, and most importantly, your pill caddy containing your morning meds for the week.
….Not that you planned to hide at her house for the entire week.
You tugged on your navy blue hoodie and slung the bag over your shoulders before lacing on your sneakers. You flipped the light off in your room as you leave.
There’s a blur of black inside your baby brother’s room that disappeared behind his wicker cradle.
You walked faster towards the front of the house.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Something was coming down the stairs.
After you.
And it wanted you to know.
10 steps.
6 steps.
3.
2.
You were almost to the door.
Your fingers curled around the handle as it’s went around your neck.
Your screams were nothing more than guttural chokes for air.
You clawed at the thick hand you could not see.
It lifted you into the air.
You thrashed about violently.
But it’s grip never faltered.
Your vision blurred as tears spilled down your face.
Blurred until there was nothing.
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Steady breathing on the back of your neck.
An arm loosely wrapped about your waist.
You still couldn’t see.
Those were the first things you noticed.
Then it was the pain.
Deep and choking.
You tried to shout and pull yourself away from whatever was sleeping behind you, but you could hardly move and your voice was no more than a hoarse squawk.
The arm about your waist jerked away.
But then there was a voice.
Soft and concerned.
“You’re safe now ma’am. I promise nothing’s gonna hurt you.” The voice promised you.
You felt a hesitant hand on your arm as the voice spoke again. This time with a request, “Please go back to sleep ma’am. I promise you’ll be safe for the rest of the night, and Thorin will speak with you in the morning after Oín checks your injuries again. I can move away a bit if it’ll make you feel more comfortable, Oín just thought….” the voice continued to talk, but pain and exhaustion pulled at your limbs until you crawled back underneath the arm, and you fell into a dreamless sleep.
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That was actually one of the main reasons I chose to discontinue my fics. While I had an amazing time writing the series and interacting with you all about it, I no longer feel comfortable writing all the innuendos (despite them not going beyond pg-17).
