#xsam

It was unexpected, really. He never thought he’d get attacked in his neighborhood. He’d felt a sting on his neck and the next thing he knew, he was tied up in his living room with his hands bound.

Of course, their mistake had been not binding his hands in such a way that he couldn’t use his abilities. Which was why there was a person shaped dent in his wall and an unconscious guy on his floor. The other guy hadn’t taken that well and the resulting violence left him bleeding and sore.

His leg was throbbing intensely, and his hands were numb from the tightness of the cuffs around his wrists. He was pretty sure he’d heard a crack when the man had swung the fireplace poker down onto his leg and he didn’t really want to think about what that meant. Just that it hurt like hell.

And all this time, he wondered just why exactly was he the target, why they were picking on him. It hadn’t been until he heard the murmured name ‘Sam Browning’ that he realized. He wasn’t the target, his brother was. He only hoped they didn’t realize they were in fact related, or else he might quickly end up the next unsolved murder in Connecticut.

I would ship you with Ori or Sam! And because you asked for a Hobbit plus LOTR ship I’ll give you both because I couldn’t decide ;)

Ori:- You and Ori bonded over books one fateful night on the quest where neither of you could sleep. Ori was fascinated with your story tellings and synopsizes  of your favourite books. He, in turn, went to great lengths to explain the vast libraries of Ered Luin and the histories and tomes he only hopes to recover when you reach Erebor. You promised to help with the renovations and clean up of the Grand Library once Thorin gave in to your constant nagging over if Erebor did in fact have a secret source of books dating centuries back. Ori was ecstatic and soon the two of you couldn’tbe separated.- Ori is incredibly patient with you. He will gladly make you a cup of tea (thanks to Dori’s upbringing) when you’re frustrated or stressed. Ori always calmly sits and listens to your frantic tellings of what’s on your mind and offers quite reasonable advice. And when you don’t want advice, he’s more than happy to just hold your hand by the fireplace and read you stories in Ancient Khuzdul (quite broken Khuzdul because he’s not very fluent either) but the two of you like to sit for hours and attempt to translate the text. - The Company approves greatly of you. Dori and Nori were first very suspicious of you that you might corrupt their little brother, but that changed once they noticed how open and more determined Ori became once you were around him, whether from need to impress you or finally stand up for himself, they don’t know. The more serious and elderly folk, like Thorin, Balin, Oin and Gloin are intrigued by your relationship with Ori where you always seem the more impulsive and chatty one and he’s very quiet. Nonetheless, your own personal advice and conversations are very important to them, helping to save the lives of the Durin brothers and Thorin through quick thinking and better planning. You are offered a spot on the Royal Council since they greatly value your opinion and you have been quick to gain the trust and respect of the Company and the other inhabitants that arrive later in Erebor. Bofur, Bombur, Bifur, Bilbo and the Durin brothers are your go-to when in need of jokes, good food or mischievous pranks, the latter mainly involving Fili and Kili. Ori is quite nervous whenever they come up, and he only sometimes joins in, but when they succeed he has the best of times and wastes no time in bragging about it in colourful flourishes and exaggerated retellings. -The two of you essentially become the heads of Erebor’s library, set on recovering and restoring a lot of the lost texts. Ori, though a bit shyly, lets you edit and read the manuscript detailing the quest from the very beginning. Neither of you really know when you started developing deeper feelings for each other but the two of you flowed seamlessly into it and haven’t looked back since.

Sam:- Frodo knew there was romance between the two of you before either of you even considered it, #wingman.- It started with Sam being extremely flustered and acting closed around you, but this was for a very different reason than what you thought. Sam felt like he was too boring to ever be considered one of your suitors, thinking you’d be better off with someone more adventurous like Pippin or Merry, but it was him that you turned to when you needed a good conversation or a quiet break.- Subconscious flirting was disguised in conversations in the pub, coming over for scones and tea or trading off books to read. Frodo often tried to push Sam to ask you about your feelings, but the poor hobbit would just turn into a stuttering mess and you would laugh and tease, thinking nothing of it.- When things become complicated and Sam and Frodo are off to do some crazy world-saving thing that he won’t tell you about, you quickly realize the fear of losing him comes from the unspoken love between the two of you, and you follow after them, not hearing Gandalf’s warnings.- You stuck with the hobbits through thick and thin during the quest, making the Fellowship ten members instead of nine. Sam and you were a tag team to protect each other and Frodo, who was comforted knowing his best friend had support if anything ever happened to him, which had a high chance, being the Ring-bearer and all. When the two of you are separated, you panic and it takes a calm voice like Gandalf’s or Frodo’s to ease you out of it and help you see reason before running after him. Usually it’s Sam that does that kind of talking so when he’s not around you fear you’ll lose yourself.- The hobbits absolutely adore you. Pippin and Merry are quite envious of the time Sam gets to spend with you, but all with good intentions of course. They waste no time teasing and tormenting the two of you once you’ve opened up to each other and the rest of the group about your emotions. Frodo finds you to be a good comrade and thinks you’re absolutely the perfect balance for his brave yet humble gardener. The rest of the Fellowship think you’re great fun with a good set of brains. Gimli and Legolas appreciate your sense of humour and creativity while Gandalf, Aragorn and Boromir admire your love for little things that may go unseen by others. They all grow to love your perfections and flaws and you become a vital part of the group to see the quest fulfilled.

Dean: -pets his hair-

Sam: -mumbles- ...'m not cute...

Dean: No... no, you're a big bad manly man. -yawns, kissing his hair-

“Oh - my!” Morgan’s lips fell ajar, despite her best attempt to not be obvious, despite the fact of what she had heard vampires could do and what powers could come with them. “You see that?” She let out a tiny gasp in her whispered words as she glanced at the new coming guest into their diner, which had Mila pursing her lips. “Morg, you’re not thinking about approaching, are you? I mean I am all in for an adventure and a bad boy, but that sounds a bit too dangerous, they feed of -- well, you know.” The female widened her eyes as a warning and the other girl behind the counter even nodded and shrugged her shoulders as an added response. “Mills is right, Morgan.” Samantha, the recovering addict commented. “Besides, we don’t even know what we would be able to offer to the guy, I don’t really feel like the true blood we ordered last year with this whole vampire community peace with humans thing would be still good.

“Well, ladies, with all due respect, he’s still a client of ours and I’m sure that with the years of living on their back, that they will be nothing but a gentleman, so you’re just overthinking. First vampire we have in our little town and I want to make sure I greet them with a smile as wide as I do to someone else, besides, what if they are vegetarian like on the twilight movies or can go with some rare stake or something? I’ll be fine, promise.” The blonde added with a grin and Mila couldn’t help but to chuckle, knowing that no one would really stop Morgan from feeling curious and approaching.

Finally, taking her notepad and paper from her apron’s front pocket, she approached the very obvious person standing in the room that was unlike anyone else and trembled in her boots as she stood right in front of them. “welcome to our humble dinner, what may I get for you?” 

FOR EVERY 🗣 I RECEIVE FOR MY MUSE WILL TELL YOU A RANDOM FACT ABOUT THEMSELVES

“You know what they say, right? When the alms are big even the saints suspect.” Samantha turned to the other with a bitter chuckle, which she dropped with a sigh. “I won’t accept that offer and that’s that. I am a piece of shit, was always a piece of shit and will always be one and there is nothing they can do about it, so don’t press the topic.” The female glared at the other, so that the hopefully would get the hint that the topic made her uncomfortable and then turned her eyes in another direction, as she still also felt quite embarrassing for keeping her stance. She knew that people not always would have the chance as she was offered now to get help and recover, but she thought to still have a lot on her plate. She didn’t want to leave her addiction, neither the relationship that putrefied her from within just as much.