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i-did-not-mean-to · 21 days

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MAY-U - Ori x OC

Ah, a bit of self-indulgent nonsense!

Characters: Ori x OC

Prompts: Bookshop - Chiropractor - Librarian - Two things can be true at the same time

Words: 2 200

Warnings: FTM character, slight nudity, massages, innuendo

“Say, Charlie,” Fíli looked up from his beer with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Would you do me a favour?”

Charlotte, who only loathed her family’s nickname more than her actual, official name, narrowed her deep green eyes in instinctive suspicion before cocking her head inquisitively. “You can always ask. I still owe you one for letting me use your body for my anatomy study.”

“Abuse, you mean?” Fíli cackled and punched her shoulder playfully.

She’d known the young man for years and usually trusted him fully, but she’d witnessed the catastrophic consequences of his present facial expression once too often not to be wary of his next words.

“I’ve got this friend,” he started in his most melodious and persuasive voice, lifting his strong hands to nip her protest in the bud. “He’s been studying hard to become a librarian, and all these hours hunched over heavy books have left him with a sore neck.”

When she merely stared at him in wordless outrage, he chuckled. “He’s working in the little bookshop by the campus, and I’m sure he could get you a discount on that absurdly weighty tome of technical literature you’ve been eyeing!”

This gave Charlie pause; she’d been in that establishment more than once, but she couldn’t recall ever spotting a conspicuous hunchback on the premises. Then again, she was not actively paying attention to people when there were so many interesting and desirable books around.

“I’m a medical professional, not a masseuse,” she finally muttered. “And I’m not even licensed yet—I can’t go treating people willy-nilly.”

“Oh no,” Fíli exclaimed triumphantly. “This would be strictly non-professional. Really, it would be unethical of me to suggest otherwise.”

“So, he’s hot,” Charlie grunted as soon as she realised she’d blindly run right into the trap her friend had set for her without so much as earnestly trying to dissimulate it.

With a charming grin, Fíli shrugged. “Couldn’t say—I’m not into men. I don’t think there’s anything really wrong with him, so there is no need for you to deploy all your professional skills. See? No ethical dilemma—it’s just a little favour amongst friends.”

“That man—what’s his name?—is not my friend, though,” Charlie protested weakly, thinking of the book she desired so passionately and could not possibly afford.

“His name is Ori, and he could become your friend. I’ll tell him you’ll swing by—I’ll even throw in a pizza for the both of you to enjoy once the deep tissue massage is over.”

“You should have become a salesman,” Charlie grumbled but reluctantly agreed to present herself in the cosy bookshop the following day.

“You’re the best. I promise you won’t regret it,” Fíli cheered, pressed a resounding kiss onto her cheek, and sauntered out of the small pub without paying his tab.

Ori kept glancing at the door as if he expected Death personified to stroll in at any moment.

Ever since Fíli had ambushed him at closing time the previous day, he’d been in a state of high alert that did nothing for his already painfully tense neck and shoulder muscles.

Toying with a bookmark absent-mindedly, the future librarian wondered whether all Fíli’s friends were de facto worried whenever he declared that he had an “idea”. At first, the promise of a free massage had sounded too good to be true—Ori knew that he was in desperate need of a bit of relaxation—but, only too soon, that fleeting sense of nascent ease had dissolved in a surge of paralysing panic.

“Did you tell your friend…You know…?” he’d squeaked, dreading whatever answer Fíli could have given.

“I’ve told Charlie that it would not be a professional chiropractor session, so there was no ethical dilemma impeding the obtainment of a license in the future,” Fíli had grinned. “Just a little kneading between friends!”

“You know exactly what I mean! What did you say about me?”

“Nothing! I want it to be a surprise. We’re friends, after all, and all my friends deserve good things!”

“I am not a good thing!” Ori had exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air helplessly.

“To Charlie, you will be. Now shut up and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!”

The mere insinuation that he was being ungrateful had had a chilling effect on Ori, and so, he had simply done as he’d been told and kept his mouth shut.

Only 10 more minutes until closing time, he now thought nervously as his eyes flew to the clock once more. Maybe, that mysterious friend would not show up after all. No doubt, Fíli’s college buddies had better things to do than to go dispensing much-needed healing interventions—free of charge moreover—to random bookworms they’d never met.

And then, the bell over the door jingled and a young woman strode in, her curly hair tousled by the wind and her round cheeks flushed with colour.

Ori’s heart sank.

“Oh Fíli, you ass,” she cursed under her breath as she approached the counter with unwavering determination.

Ori, who’d always felt so safe behind the solid wood, all of a sudden couldn’t shake the sensation of being woefully exposed on the small dais, akin to a sacrificial lamb about to meet its bloody demise.

“You must be Ori,” she said in lieu of a proper greeting. “How come I’ve never seen you around? Surely, I should have…”

“You’re a girl,” Ori replied sheepishly. “Fíli didn’t say…He let me believe…”

“Righto!” She threw her head back and laughed, wishing Fíli to hell for playing wicked games with his so-called friends’ emotions. “I’m Charlie, and I’ve been told that you needed a neck massage.”

“Charlie,” Ori replied softly, the wheels in his head clicking softly into place. He knew her—of course, he did.

The small, curvy woman had come in several times in the last few weeks to look at one specific book, and he’d often wondered whether he should simply offer to use his employee discount for her to purchase it. Ori knew they’d never sell the blasted thing at full price anyway; it was much too expensive and heavy, and the internet had made it patently obsolete.

“Do you want the book?” he asked as if he’d not heard or processed her very clear explanation for her presence in the shop.

“No, well yes, but not now…You’re almost off, aren’t you? Do you live far? I don’t think that you’d want to do this at your workplace, would you?” Charlie bit her lip nervously, blinking rapidly when Ori only stared at her, dumbfounded, instead of answering.

"Very close, actually. I have…I rent the flat upstairs, so…Do you really want to do that?”

No, Charlie thought, but she’d given her word to Fíli, and she was not the kind of woman to flake even if she was aware that she’d been tricked mercilessly. She’d not grant her friend the satisfaction of having cowed her so easily!

Ori, as she had secretly suspected, was exactly her type—pale and doe-eyed, he had the elfin charm of a porcelain doll and hair shimmering in all the shades of a midnight bonfire.

Few were the people who knew that Charlotte, her parents’ perfect princess, was both astoundingly indiscriminate when it came to the gender of her partners and laughably partial to gingers.

Fíli, of course, was one of those rare chosen ones who were all too aware of that particular proclivity of hers, and a part of her resented him ferociously for having hidden away a rare beauty like Ori all this time.

“Better late than never,” she muttered to herself as she watched Ori lock the register hastily and turn down the lights.

From his reduced range of motion and frequent wincing, she could deduce that Fíli had indeed been right in his layman’s diagnosis, and her professional pride was awakened at once.

Even though they all agreed that it would be better for her not to deploy any overly technical manoeuvres, she couldn’t help but think that a proper deep tissue massage would do wonders for the poor wretch.

“You know that for this to work, you’ll need to relax sooner or later, right?” she teased gently when Ori gestured at the small, squeaking door leading to the backroom jerkily.

The small “hmph” sound that escaped her host as he climbed the rickety stairs stiffly ahead of her made her smile instinctively, and she impetuously vowed that she’d make him unwind at all costs.

His flat turned out to be so small that they walked through the door and right into his crowded living room, and Charlie breathed in the warm, dusty air greedily as if she could learn more about the enthralling tenant through mere inhalation.

“Erm, do you need anything?” Ori asked, kneading his fingers fitfully as he tried to push a pair of worn sneakers under the couch with his heel. “A drink or…”

“A flat surface,” Charlie replied calmly. “If possible one that is accessible from every side…and a lemonade, if you have one.”

She’d only added the last part to give him the illusion of control, and she suppressed another grin when he dashed into the adjoining kitchen right away.

Oh yes, Fíli would definitely pay for this!

Listening to the clinking of glassware and the thump of a fridge door being opened and closed, Charlie assessed the cramped living room. If she half-converted the rickety sofa bed, she could push aside the coffee table and walk around the furniture with ease…she had to keep herself distracted, lest she dwell too long and too intensely on the endearingly wavering smile or the deep, dark eyes of her unwitting host.

“Here we are,” Ori spoke behind her and handed her a promotional glass with another heart-wrenching smile that made her shiver with joyful anticipation of she knew not what exactly. “I can give you every discount in the system for the book; I’m sure we can bring it down to an almost reasonable price!”

He was sweet, Charlie realised, and that alone made her all but forget about the blasted volume of wisdom, slumbering in the fragrant darkness downstairs.

“Let me earn it,” she purred, feeling for her bag across the mutilated couch. “Why don’t you take off your sweatshirt? You’re not allergic to arnica or mint, right?”

Ori shook his head but didn’t undress.

“There is something you need to know,” he murmured, visibly ill at ease. “Fíli should have told you, really, but…”

Beneath his wispy beard, his face filled with colour, and Charlie gripped her bag tighter to keep her hands from reaching out to dip her fingers into that entrancing pool of blossoming pink.

She nodded encouragingly.

“I was not…My biological sex does not correspond to my gender identity,” he said firmly, belying the tension in his shoulders and the quiver in his lower lip. “But I am a man!”

“Two things can be true at the same time,” Charlie replied in her most professional tone. “As it is, I might also need a towel, please. I will not ask you to take off any more than your sweatshirt if you’re not comfortable with that, but I need to have access to your shoulders. We usually cover the chest area of people with breasts.”

“Oh, they’re not worth the hassle,” Ori chuckled nervously. “So, I just wanted you to know…in case that changes things for you.”

“Other than me asking for a towel, not really. Why would it?” Charlie was genuinely confused. “Right. You’re only here as a favour to Fíli…I didn’t mean to imply anything improper…I’m sorry!”

“You’re cute,” Charlie interrupted his self-conscious waffling resolutely. “Fíli knew precisely what he was doing.”

She grabbed him by the shoulders, digging her fingers into the tense muscle tentatively, and looked him in the eye. “It changes nothing. Now, let’s start before I forget myself!”

Her breathy confession seemed to embolden Ori considerably, for he tore off his woollen sweater in one fluid motion and tossed it aside.

“Sports bra! Sensible choice!” Charlie praised and motioned at the cleared sofa bed. “Lay down please.”

On account of her previous act of unsanctioned vandalism, she now could comfortably crouch over him for the first part of the massage and thus managed to apply enough pressure to work out the knots of compounded tension progressively.

“You should watch your posture!” Charlie muttered as she got up and walked around the piece of furniture to stand over her softly moaning new friend.

“Will you come back if I don’t?” he asked dreamily.

“I’ll come back if you ask me back,” she replied immediately. “I’d rather not see you in pain, though. Now close your eyes and enjoy!”

No matter what she’d said before, she had to admit that she was thoroughly enjoying this, and—even though her hands grew tired—she wished that this moment would never end.

“Charlie,” Ori whispered then. “As this is in no way a professional intervention, I can take off the bra, if…”

“Yes,” she said with unmistakable fervour, relieved that her unshakeable sense of professional ethics would not be compromised by whatever happened next. “Please!”

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Thank you so much for joining me on this new adventure.

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the-timid-doll-moved · 2 years

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Some stuff for humanAU!

The popular kids are hanging out with the nerds again!

#the hobbit #kili #fili #tauriel #ori #modern/human au #my art

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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Middle Earth Modern Languages HC's Pt.2

boarders Modern AU! Middle Earth

Part 2 The Company minus Gandalf

Omg this is is late and it don't have the full company ik ik but who really cares I got stuck.

Bilbo

Bilbo would know Gaelic, Celtic, Irish and Welsh as it would be common in the Shire to know those Languages, the Dwarves would teach him Norse, Icelandic and Swedish, Thorin would teach him the fictional language of Klingon, just to mess with the others in the company and to flirt with Bilbo with, Bilbo would also know Endangered Languages / almost forgotten languages, Bilbo would also know Spanish and Mandarin.

Thorin

Thorin would mostly know all of the Scandinavian languages such as Danish, Finnish, Norwegian, Icelandic and Swedish, he would also know Dutch and sign language, I also believe he would of been taught Arabic, as I think the Line of Durin as well as Noldor elves would know Arabic.

Ori

Ori much Like Bilbo would learn Endangered Languages / almost forgotten languages because he's our sweet little dwarf boy such as Ladino and a mix of Castilian Spanish and Hebrew, he would also know sign language and most if not all the Scandinavian languages like most dwarves do, he would also know Spanish, Arabic, Mandarin, because he would want to talk to as many people as possible.

Balin

Balin is smart, I believe other than the common languages dwarves such as sign language would know he would also know German, Persian, Portuguese, Mandarin, Polish and Dutch, Balin also may of picked up Arabic from Thorin as Thorin either tends to yell in Klingon or Arabic, so chances are Balin picked up at least one of those languages.

Dwalin

due to Balin knowing a lot of Languages Dwalin would most likely know at least half of the languages Balin knows such as the Scandinavian languages and German as well as sign language, Dwalin would also know Irish and Welsh, since Bilbo probably taught him because Dwalin wanted to learn.

Fili

Fili would know most of the Scandinavian languages but he wouldn't know all of them he would know Norwegian, Icelandic and Swedish he would also know Arabic, and like most dwarves if not all dwarves he would know sign language.

Kili

Kili would most likely know Old Norse because he would find it fascinating and he would be curious about it he would also know Icelandic and Swedish, Kili since he is from the Line of Durin would of also be taught Arabic, and he would know sign language as well.

Bofur

Bofur would of tried to learn every language and failed so he would know the most common languages instead of the endangered ones such as Italian, Spanish, German, French and Mandarin he would also know like most dwarves Norwegian, Icelandic and Swedish as well as sign language. Bofur would Makes friends with everyone. Just goes up to people like "oh! Your German? * starts speaking German* you're Cuban? *starts speaking Spanish".

Gloin

Gloin would want to know the languages that would be used for commerce - given that I'm pretty sure he ends up handling the treasury and merchants of Erebor, therefore he would most likely know Italian, Spanish, French and Mandarin as well as German.

#modern au #gloin #bofur #kili #fili #dwalin #balin #ori #thorin #bilbo #jrr tolkien #middle earth #the hobbit #lord of the rings #tolkien #lotr #modern languages head canons

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creativemessbyvd · 2 months

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I am back! Bagginshield Mamma Mia AU Chapter 3 is out!

PLEASE, IF YOU ARE A RETURNING READER, READ CHAPTERS 1 AND 2, I ADDED A BUNCH OF STUFF TO THEM!

Lay All Your Love On Me - Mamma Mia AU (17688 words) by VestaDragon Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Mamma Mia! (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee, Past Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield - Relationship, Past Bilbo Baggins/Dwalin, Past Bilbo Baggins/Bofur, Endgame Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Endgame Dwalin/Ori Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Dwalin (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Sam Gamgee, Gandalf (Tolkien), Guest starting Gamgee family, mentioned Lobelia Sackville-Baggins Additional Tags: Mamma Mia! AU, Frodo as Sophie, Bilbo as Donna, Thorin as Sam, Bofur as Bill, Dwalin as Harry, Ori as Rosie, Balin as Tanya, But Ori and Balin will take the roles of Rosie and Tanya both in different ways, No singing inside the story, but it will be encouraged for you to have the Mamma Mia playlist around, I loved this movie and I wanted to see it with the Hobbit characters, Trans Bilbo Baggins, Modern Middle Earth, Fluff and Humor, Family Feels, ABBA Songs Mentioned, Dwobbit Frodo, Not Beta Read, After 4 years I'm back!

Summary:

Frodo Baggins is getting married, and he has invited his three possible dwarrow fathers – but did not tell his Hobbit father. He doesn’t have a death wish. He just wants to fill the hole he has had his whole life. And he’ll know when he sees his father, and everything will be alright in the world.

Bilbo already had stress with the wedding, he did NOT need all three of his exes at his Hotel after 20 years. Why would all three show up and on THIS weekend in particular? Valar help him. This will be a weekend no one will soon forget.

#bagginshield #bagginshield fic #mamma mia #mamma mia au #im sorry its been so long!#but it will be finished!#vd's fics

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crownleys · 8 months

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I've recently started playing a repeat of the first Mason route I played, with my OC Ori!

Ori's one of my absolute darlings and an OC I've had for a long time so I had fun popping her into Wayhaven (though, it was a mistake to play her as my first playthrough because I had a harder time getting attached to the guys than I did with the girls when I played Kira, lol!).

Some facts!

She's an absolute people person but as a Detective she'd have a mind for the science side of things. In any other modern AU she's typically a veterinarian!

She's tall! 5'11. Would wear heels just to be able to look Mason dead in the eyes.

She has a tongue piercing >:3

Her car before the silver hatchback would have been a zippy little red car that isn't around anymore for a few reasons

Would have been that girl in high school who was like, the coolest and friendliest girl you knew. Didn't tolerate assholes, and would have made an effort to be nice to everyone

She did have a bit of a wild child phase when she was 17ish though, which is the origin story of the tongue piercing and the little red car

The type to have been prom queen (probably to Bobby's prom king, lol)

SPEAKING of Bobby, she takes none of his shit. They're 'ex friends' but it'd much more be the case of he tried it and and she sensed his bullshit from a mile away and didn't tolerate it. She thinks it's funny when he tries to get under her skin now and is the queen of ".... lol! anyways"-ing him.

Felix would be her bff :)

The watch she wears would have been one of Rooks old ones she convinced Rebecca to let her have.

She gets along well with Rebecca! She loves her mom very dearly. She figured out pretty young how much Rook's death hurt her and can tell how much pain she's been in over it, and gives her a lot of grace over it.

#my ocs #my wayhaven rambling #twc detective #ori zarani #wayhaven AU ori #my art

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n7punk · 8 months

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All Fics Extra: Marriage Bonds

Marriage bonds/ropes are a thing that has been brought up in a few of my AUs now (SLAS, Roses and Thorns.... others definitely but that's all I can remember rn...) so I wanted to have one post on it to refer back to.

The origins of the idea come from the Crimson Waste in canon and me worldbuilding a way marriage "works" there when there's no government or anything, and then it spun off to being a part of hybrid culture in my AUs since it seems like half of them couldn't wear rings (or many forms of jewelry) comfortably.

Marriage bonds are a set of ropes you present to the person you want to propose to, alongside the usual proposal speech about loving them, etc. Said speech usually includes why you selected the specific ropes you did. Most people don't have rope meanings memorized and unless your partner is also planning to propose and has been looking into them, they probably need to be told what exactly you've selected.

There's a large catalogue of rope meanings, with certain colors having broader themes, and then specific knots having their own meanings, which can change depending on the rope color they are tied in. So the same knot tied in red will have a different meaning then when it's tied in yellow.

If the other person accepts, the couple is officially engaged and they will work together to create a tapestry of knots that they feel are representative of them and their lives together. These tapestries resemble macramé and can take many forms. Usually they're a few inches across but can easily range to two feet in size with a variety of dimensions, rarely ending up much larger. Most often they're hung between two rods, but sometimes a circle frame or some complex shape is used.

The engagement period starts from the presenting of the ropes and lasts until the "finishing" of the piece (more on this later). Typically pieces will use a few different ropes, with the fianceé also picking their own ropes that hold meaning to them (unless there's somehow a total overlap between what each partner wants) and both of them work together on design. And yes, asethetic does often play a part in the rope selection. There are a lot of slightly different shades of yellow with varying undertones to better compliment other rope colors that they might be paired with, for instance.

There are some marriage bond designers who design meaningful pieces for couples, but in most hybrid communities it is generally viewed as better to have a single stick with a trail of meaningful knots hanging from it than to have something beautiful and manufactured. The commercialization of the designing and need for something pretty to put online or whatever is a source of great complaint among the older crowd. Even when someone is hired to help with the design, unless neither the couple nor anyone in their lives is capable of physically tying the knots, the couple is supposed to do it themselves and just use designs as a guide to try to recreate.

There are couples "bonding" knot tying classes that it's almost always too early in a relationship to take someone to unless you're already engaged (not that it stops people from making that awkward mistake), and yes, there can be drama over "stealing" someone else's tapestry design, at least in the age of the internet where it's easy to find Pinterest boards full of knotwork inspo pictures for references.

In the Crimson Waste version of this headcanon, you are considered married upon tying the final knot and that's that. In modern AUs, this was once the hybrid tradition, but a shift to a more homogeneous culture, dominated by humans, elves, and the various species most closely aligned with them in physiology and culture, means that the originally elven tradition of proposing with a ring (which is a newer tradition as a whole than the marriage bonds are) has become the "default" when it comes to proposal in many ways, to the point where even hybrid couples from one or more cultures that originally used the ropes might now opt for rings instead. However, others are very strident in their favor for the bonds.

Now the tying of the final knot is symbolic and often done as part of the wedding ceremony. Traditionally, there would a be a knot tying ceremony where the couple, surrounded by a group of their family and friends, would tie the final knot together and then share a night of food and revelry in their own home (occasionally the home of a family member with more room/amenities) and then that's it, you just say you're married from then on and you are. In the time of modern governments, you're officially married when you submit a marriage license, so those events (whether a knot-tying ceremony or a more stereotypical wedding with the tying of the final knot replacing the exchange of rings) are held to celebrate the marriage and the license is sent off for separately around the same time

Usually once the final knot is tied, that's it and the design is done, but sometimes couples come back and add to their design (though never undo past work) if they feel they want to add some significant event, such as if having children has changed them, or as a rededication after breaking up and getting back together. This is rare though, and usually it "runs in families" where people do it because their parents did and it feels more normal to them.

When adding the marriage bonds to a fic would contribute nothing meaningful to the plot and take too long to explain - or actively hinder the plot, such as in TTFT - then I just go with rings, similarly to how many people do even when marriage bonds exist in the fic, but sometimes they just fit better and I resurrect the idea again.

#all fics #ficmeta #fic extra

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