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Hey everyone!

I’m sorry. I know I’ve been more absent than a deadbeat dad.

This few months have been insane because I just went back to college after years of not studying so I’m trying to get back in rhythm.

Anyway. I haven’t forgotten the requests I’ve received and I’m currently working on the new chapter of “Dearest Husband”.

I’ll be back soon!

#madame baggio

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If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

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Hogwarts AU requests!

Attention, shippers!

I am opening requests for Hogwarts AUs!

Is there someone you’d like to see walking around the hallways of Hogwarts and getting into some mischief? Well, today is your lucky day!

I am opening requests for Hogwarts AUs!

Please, read the rules carefully before submitting a request.

Requests have to be submitted as an “Ask”, just so it’s easier for me to keep track of them.

The relationships don’t need to be romantic. It can be a friendship/platonic ship. So please, remember to say what is the choice.

ROMANTIC SHIPS ONLY FROM MY SHIP'S LIST. I won't be accepting any ships that aren't on my list, I'm not taking submitions for new ships this time.

Information you must provide for your submission:

Ship (Name and movie/TV show (in case of crossover) and relationship (platonic or romantic) )

What are they doing? Studying together, playing quidditch, having detention…

They don’t need to be students, necessarily. If you want the characters can be teachers (but let’s not get into teacher/student romantic relationships, please!)

You can choose a House for them if you want to, if it’s not relevant to what you want it’s also okay. I can also pick the House if you prefer.

If they are prefects, quidditch players, or are in a specific year let me know, but it’s not necessary if you don’t have anything in mind.

Prompts are optional. If you have a dialogue or scene prompt you want to add, it’s up to you. If there’s a song, a picture, or a gif you relate to this and you want to share, please do.

I won’t write:

snippets with real people (Tom Hiddleston, Margot Robbie and so on)

about movies/shows that I’ve never watched (Vikings, Avatar, BBC Merlin and so on)

Harry Potter characters. This is only for ships that are not from that world.

Characters I strongly dislike. (Joker, Kylo Ren, Diego Hargreeves… )

Anything but pure fluff.

I reserve myself the right to decline prompts based on these. If you have any doubt about any of the rules, you can always DM me ^^

I’ll start those as soon as I finish the other requests.

Let me know if you have any questions.

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Hogwarts AU requests!

Attention, shippers!

I am opening requests for Hogwarts AUs!

Is there someone you’d like to see walking around the hallways of Hogwarts and getting into some mischief? Well, today is your lucky day!

I am opening requests for Hogwarts AUs!

Please, read the rules carefully before submitting a request.

Requests have to be submitted as an “Ask”, just so it’s easier for me to keep track of them.

The relationships don’t need to be romantic. It can be a friendship/platonic ship. So please, remember to say what is the choice.

ROMANTIC SHIPS ONLY FROM MY SHIP'S LIST. I won't be accepting any ships that aren't on my list, I'm not taking submitions for new ships this time.

Information you must provide for your submission:

Ship (Name and movie/TV show (in case of crossover) and relationship (platonic or romantic) )

What are they doing? Studying together, playing quidditch, having detention…

They don’t need to be students, necessarily. If you want the characters can be teachers (but let’s not get into teacher/student romantic relationships, please!)

You can choose a House for them if you want to, if it’s not relevant to what you want it’s also okay. I can also pick the House if you prefer.

If they are prefects, quidditch players, or are in a specific year let me know, but it’s not necessary if you don’t have anything in mind.

Prompts are optional. If you have a dialogue or scene prompt you want to add, it’s up to you. If there’s a song, a picture, or a gif you relate to this and you want to share, please do.

I won’t write:

snippets with real people (Tom Hiddleston, Margot Robbie and so on)

about movies/shows that I’ve never watched (Vikings, Avatar, BBC Merlin and so on)

Harry Potter characters. This is only for ships that are not from that world.

Characters I strongly dislike. (Joker, Kylo Ren, Diego Hargreeves… )

Anything but pure fluff.

I reserve myself the right to decline prompts based on these. If you have any doubt about any of the rules, you can always DM me ^^

I’ll start those as soon as I finish the other requests.

Let me know if you have any questions.

[madamebaggio]

Hogwarts AU requests!

Attention, shippers!

I am opening requests for Hogwarts AUs!

Is there someone you’d like to see walking around the hallways of Hogwarts and getting into some mischief? Well, today is your lucky day!

I am opening requests for Hogwarts AUs!

Please, read the rules carefully before submitting a request.

Requests have to be submitted as an “Ask”, just so it’s easier for me to keep track of them.

The relationships don’t need to be romantic. It can be a friendship/platonic ship. So please, remember to say what is the choice.

ROMANTIC SHIPS ONLY FROM MY SHIP'S LIST. I won't be accepting any ships that aren't on my list, I'm not taking submitions for new ships this time.

Information you must provide for your submission:

Ship (Name and movie/TV show (in case of crossover) and relationship (platonic or romantic) )

What are they doing? Studying together, playing quidditch, having detention…

They don’t need to be students, necessarily. If you want the characters can be teachers (but let’s not get into teacher/student romantic relationships, please!)

You can choose a House for them if you want to, if it’s not relevant to what you want it’s also okay. I can also pick the House if you prefer.

If they are prefects, quidditch players, or are in a specific year let me know, but it’s not necessary if you don’t have anything in mind.

Prompts are optional. If you have a dialogue or scene prompt you want to add, it’s up to you. If there’s a song, a picture, or a gif you relate to this and you want to share, please do.

I won’t write:

snippets with real people (Tom Hiddleston, Margot Robbie and so on)

about movies/shows that I’ve never watched (Vikings, Avatar, BBC Merlin and so on)

Harry Potter characters. This is only for ships that are not from that world.

Characters I strongly dislike. (Joker, Kylo Ren, Diego Hargreeves… )

Anything but pure fluff.

I reserve myself the right to decline prompts based on these. If you have any doubt about any of the rules, you can always DM me ^^

I’ll start those as soon as I finish the other requests.

Let me know if you have any questions.

#madame baggio #requests are open #hogwarts au

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I'm late for the "Yellowstone" wagon... But... Yeah...

Just started it and I'm unwell.

#madame baggio #yellowstone

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Notes: Previously...

More DareJones where Jess is basicaly a grumpy cat.

***

Jessica -like most cats out there -would spend her days acting like she didn’t want his attention, company or his touch. Then, at 3 am, she’d break into his apartment and crawl into bed, like it was the most normal thing to do.

Now, Matt was quite aware she was entering his apartment -he could hear her from a few blocks away -but he liked this game they played. He pretended to be asleep while she kicked off her shoes and jeans, then continued to pretend as she climbed on the bed and covered his body with hers.

Only when she hid her face on his neck would he put his arms around her and say ‘I missed you’.

Sometimes she didn’t say anything back, other times she’d say she was sorry for being a bitch earlier. Other days she’d just press her lips to his neck.

But his favorite nights were when she’d say ‘I missed you too’.

#madame baggio #crackship #gifs not mine #snippet #jessica jones #daredevil #matt murdock #grumpy cat jess #darejones #mattjess #matt murdock x jessica jones

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Notes: Previously...

Technically, this wasn't supposed to be the next post, but I kind of got into it, and couldn't stop. Since I spent so much time without writing, I'm not denying any ounce of inspiration that comes my way.

I hope you enjoy it.

***

Chapter 13

Rohan, near Edoras

“I think the elf does not want to keep his eyes on his face.” Arya grumbled.

Sansa sighed. “Arya…”

Theon looked over towards the elf and the others. “Yes. Still looking.” He frowned. “Is this love at first sight?”

This time the Queen scoffed. “None of us is stupid enough to believe in such a tale, Theon.”

Brienne frowned, even as Arya made a face. “You used to believe in such things, Sansa.”

“I used to believe in many silly things, Arya. Now I am an adult.”

***

“Why are you looking at the lass?” Gimli asked from his place behind Legolas.

“Is it that obvious?” The elf wanted to know.

“Obvious?” Gimli scoffed. “I think her sister is about to throw a dagger at you.”

It did seem to be the case. “It is difficult to explain.”

As much as he’d heard about the stories, as much as he’d seen it happen before, he’d never thought he’d meet the other half of his soul. Especially like this.

Legolas also hadn’t expected feeling this way when it happened. It was such a strong force that pulled him to her. He could not stop looking at her, even when he knew he should. His eyes kept finding her, wanting to drink the sight of her.

He couldn’t remember a single woman that was more beautiful than her, one voice that sounded better. He was becoming a fool.

“I might not be as smart as you elves think you are, but even I don’t believe it is that hard to explain.” Gimli grumbled.

“I did not think it would be this way.” He confessed.

“No man ever does, lad.” Gimli patted him on the back.

***

They stopped over a hill outside Edoras, watching the city.

“Do not look for welcome here.” Gandalf told the others.

“Lord Byron.” Sansa looked at the falcon standing on the horn of her saddle. “Go ahead, let Queen Susan know we are coming with guests.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” The falcon nodded at her before shaking his wings and taking flight.

Aragorn sighed. “This is… The falcon talks.”

“Not that much, in truth.” Reep offered from his place on Arya’s shoulder. “He is a quiet one.”

Aragorn just nodded, and Boromir looked bemused.

“What should we say about you?” Sansa asked Gandalf.

“If asked, tell them you were attacked and we came to your rescue. But I do not think they will care to ask.”

“You are expecting a fight.” Arya finally seemed interested in the proceedings.

“I hope it will not come to that.” Gandalf said.

“Arya, stay with them.” Sansa asked her sister. “You were not with us initially.”

“No problem there.” Arya grinned.

***

Susan found Sansa’s people and passed along what Lord Byron had told her.

Sandor and Jaime exchanged glances. “Do we interfere?” The taller man asked.

Jaime shook his head. “Let them do whatever they wish to. If they succeed, good for us. If they fail, we can keep our story.” Sandor snorted, but nodded.

“What will you do, Your Majesty?” Jaime asked Susan.

“I need to find Éowyn. Let her know what might happen.” She took a deep breath in.

“I recommend you hurry then, my lady.” Jaime told her. “They are probably almost upon us.”

Susan nodded at the two men and left in search of Éowyn. The poor woman hadn’t been well with everything that had transpired -for obvious reasons. She’d lost her cousin, her brother had been exiled and that worm wouldn’t leave her alone.

Sansa didn’t think Éowyn needed to know she was on their side, but Susan firmly believed it was time to tell the lady everything. She needed to know there were more people on her side.

Unfortunately she could not find Éowyn before the doors were opened and a group of people entered.

“The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden King.” The old man with a white beard called. He was followed by three men, a dwarf and a young woman.

Susan noticed that Sansa had stayed well behind, by the closed doors with Brienne and Theon by her side. The two queens locked gazes and Sansa shook her head at Susan, who imagined she meant to not do anything to interfere.

“Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?” The king asked in his weak voice. It was one of the first times Susan had even heard him speaking, and it was clearly under the influence of Gríma.

The man in question didn’t even pretend not to be in command, when he came down from the dais and advanced against the one called Gandalf, calling him a ‘conjurer’ and ‘ill news’.

Susan saw Gríma’s men advancing slowly, following the group from the side, but it was clear they also saw it.

Susan’s attention was brought back to the newcomers when Gríma wailed about the staff the older man was carrying. His men hurried to attack them, but the group took them on, obviously intent on letting Gandalf march toward the King.

Susan realised that those who were loyal to the King took no action, and Hama himself made no gesture to intervene in the scene.

Gandalf advanced on Théoden, proclaiming to relieve him from the spell he was under. Susan held her breath as she waited for the result, as the king’s men crept closer, following the scene.

Then a chilling laughter cut through the air.

It was charged with malice and ill intention. “You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey.” The king’s voice was much firmer, different from before.

That was not Théoden.

Gandalf shed his cloak, and for some reason this frightened Théoden, as much as it made the room lighter. Susan didn’t hear what the wizard -for he could be nothing else -was saying to Théoden, because Éowyn appeared just then.

“Uncle!” She exclaimed.

Susan captured her hand. “Wait. I think he will help your uncle.” She told the other woman.

“If I go, Théoden dies.” The presence threatened and Susan had to tighten her hold on Éowyn.

“You did not kill me.” Gandalf said. “You will not kill him.”

Susan could feel in the air the moment Gandalf’s words and power had an effect. It was instantaneous: the room felt different and so did Théoden.

It was like he recovered years from his life as Éowyn hurried to him and held his body. For the first time in a long while when Éowyn looked at him, he looked back at her.

Then he asked about his son.

***

Théodred had been put to rest a few days before. Even though the King hadn’t reacted to the news of his death, they couldn’t just leave his body as it was. Éowyn had the help of the women and men to make a funeral for her cousin. Gandalf took the King to see where his son was now laid to rest, while they tried to give him privacy.

“Are you feeling better, Éowyn?” Susan asked the lady.

“Yes. It is a relief to see his face again. Hear his voice.” The Queen of Narnia put a hand to her shoulder, but Éowyn was looking at Sansa now. “I need to thank you, my lady. Your brought them here.”

Sansa inclined her head, acknowledging what she’d said. “It was not what we were trying to do, but I am glad we could help.”

“You could have told me you were trying to help.” Éowyn pointed out.

“I supposed I could.” Sansa conceded. “And Queen Susan thought it would be better, however I did not want to risk more people knowing what we planned. It was easier to take action first.”

“I guess we can all be friends now.” Susan proposed.

Sansa let out a startled gasp. “Let us be careful there, your majesty.”

This surprised a laughter out of Éowyn. “Oh. I had not expected that answer.”

“I am starting to believe that Queen Sansa enjoys acting as if she is a cold woman, when she is anything but.” Susan arched an eyebrow in the direction of the other woman.

Sansa didn’t say anything to that, just smirked at Susan.

“I do have one question, though.” Éowyn finally said.

“Yes?”

“Why does the elf keep staring at you?”

Sansa sighed. “I do not know.”  And just as Éowyn had said, the elf was a certain distance away, but his eyes were firmly on her.

“Maybe he thinks you are pretty.” Susan teased.

“I do not believe I am that pretty.” Sansa replied primly.

Before Susan could say anything to that statement, the doors to the hall were opened and two guards came in carrying two children, followed closely by Gandalf and Théoden.

Something had happened.

“Why are you looking at the lass?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Obvious? I think her sister is about to throw a dagger at you.”

“It is difficult to explain.”

“I might not be as smart as you elves think you are, but even I don’t believe it is that hard to explain.”

“I didn’t think it’d be this way.”

“No man ever does, lad.”

“I think the elf doesn’t want to keep his eyes on his face.”

“Arya…”

#madame baggio #crossover #crackship #crossover pairings #gifs not mine #the chronicles of the lord of thrones #game of thrones #the chronicles of narnia #the lord of the rings #sansa stark #susan pevensie #eowyn #sansa x legolas #posted on ao3

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Notes: Well... It's been quite a while here... Again.

Previously...

***

Chapter 3

Sansa had been raised to be one thing and one thing only: a lady.

Nowadays the term might be used in different ways across the globe, but Sansa was old money, old blood and old status. To her being a lady meant exactly what it’d meant two hundred years ago.

Or it had meant at some point.

The Starks were one of the few families with noble blood to not only survive but persistently thrive through the centuries. While many of those old families had lost money and land, they’d not only kept it all, but they kept the prestige and the respect related to their names.

Sansa could name ancestors who’d fought in many a war for King and country. Her family had been proud of their name and history, and so had she.

Until it all came crashing down.

Now she was the last Stark and she was a criminal.

Her father and mother would be appalled were they alive, but then again… They weren’t, so there was that.

Sansa hadn’t planned on becoming a criminal. If such a thing could actually be planned.

Sansa was her mother’s pride and joy from a young age and she shone as the dutiful daughter. She had the perfect manners, grades and friends. She had wanted to be like the ladies of before, the ones who really knew what the term meant, like her mother.

She’d been a spoiled brat, but it’d been the only life she’d known then. The years changed that, and by the time she was 23 she was already working for a criminal organization.

She was 26 when she became its leader.

No, it hadn’t been the plan, but it was what she had left and she was going to do it and do it well. There was a certain charm to being a lady criminal, and Sansa had learnt to do what had to be done.

It wasn’t fun, but it made money -shitloads of it. And she had needed it to save the family home, even if there was no family left to put in said home.

She’d learned a lot in those last years, and very little surprised her.

So Tommy Shelby’s message didn’t surprise her.

The fact that he wanted to meet her for dinner in a famously expensive-slash-romantic restaurant was a bit more surprising.

“What do you think he wants?” Margaery asked, amusement shining in her eyes.

“To show who’s the boss.” Sansa said, even as she dressed for dinner.

Yes, she’d accepted his invitation, more of pure boredom than actual interest.

Margaery hummed. “What are you planning on wearing?”

Sansa indicated the blue cocktail dress she was already wearing. Margaery made a face. “Oh no.”

Sansa arched an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting something else?”

“Yes.” Her friend approached her closet. “You look like a boring housewife going to her husband's company dinner.”

“That’s specific.” She snorted.

“It’s that boring.” Margaery started going through her dresses, until she finally pulled one out. “This one.”

Sansa was already shaking her head. “No.” Sansa eyed the black dress. “That dress is not for business.”

“And we know for a fact he isn’t interested in business.” Margaery pushed the black towards her.

“We don’t.” Sansa said, refusing to take the dress.

“Even better.” Margaery insisted. “Because then we’ll know for a fact. Trust me. I know men.”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “I know that.”

***

Thomas was waiting for Sansa Stark with a glass of whisky in his hand. He might look casual and relaxed to those who didn’t know him, but Tommy Shelby was nothing of the kind.

He had chosen everything about that night with care and consideration, because he was extremely curious about Lady Sansa Stark.

He wanted to know how such a young lady had become the head of the Arryn Group. How had she killed Baelish, and how could he thank her for that.

It wasn ‘t surprising that he’d never met Sansa in a professional capacity before, as he’d never done business with Baelish, and had hated the man. He was a snake and a coward, two things that Tommy despised on a man.

Their business also didn’t overlap, as the Arryn group was more into gambling and prostitution and he had other interests.

However, he was curious then and he’d only be satisfied once he’d had more time to talk to her. This time he had more information, and he wanted to see what she’d say to it.

She arrived punctually and he saw her hair before she saw her.

Sansa was a beautiful woman, and she knew it. She walked confidently through the restaurant, ignoring every single head turned in her direction.

Her black dress had a plunging neckline, but everything else about her was understated. No big jewelry, no flash lipstick, small clutch on her hand.

A classic.

He got up when she got closer. “Mr. Shelby.”

He offered his hand. “Lady Stark.” This time they just shook hands and her hold was firm and certain.

“Thank you for inviting me to dinner.” She gave him a ladylike smile.

“Thank you for accepting my invitation.” He despised all those ridiculous courtesies but he could play this game a little longer.

He held the chair for her and waited until she was properly seated before returning to his place.

“So…” She gave him another one of those vacant smiles. “You got me here. What do you want?”

“The horse, of course.”

She didn’t react at all to his statement. “All of this work just for a horse?”

“Winter Rose isn’t just any horse, is she?”

“No, she isn’t.” When the waiter stopped by her side, Sansa ordered a glass of wine without even removing her eyes from Tommy.

He waited until the man left. “So you see my point.”

“I do.” She nodded. “But my answer hasn’t changed and now I’m feeling disappointed.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I thought you might have something actually interesting to say to me.” She told him carelessly.

“Oh Lady Stark… You really don’t want to play that game with me.”

“What game?”

They both got quiet as the waiter came back and did all the necessary presentation before fucking finally serving her wine and leaving them.

“Because what’s interesting to men like me, normally scare ladies like you.” He warned her.

She took a sip from her wine, then smirked at him. “Do you promise?”

#madame baggio #crackship #crossover #gifs not mine #crossover pairings #au #game of thrones #sansa stark #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #modern au #pretty horses #Sansa Stark x Tommy Shelby

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New Sansa x Arthur short video 😉

#madame baggio #crackship #crossover #crossover pairings #snippet #game of thrones #au #sansa stark #king arthur legend of the sword #arthur pendragon #sansa x arthur

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I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!

Hey, people! *peaking from around the corner*

I bet you all thought I was gone! To be fair, so did I u.u

Anyway, I'm back and I'll be trying to be a better writer over here. hahahaha

I have been having way too much fun making videos on tiktok (you can find me there as @madamebaggio, and I'm posting fandom videos over there as well, not showing my pretty face... lol)

Anyway... Hopefully I'm back for real and I'll be trying to update things here.

The list is:

Of all your pretty horses (Tommy Shelby x Sansa Stark)

Dearest Husband (Éomer x Lothíriel)

Don’t stand so close to me (Sansa Stark x Vortigern Pendragon)

Fooled around and fell in love (Sansa Stark x Arthur Pendragon)

(You're finally) Home (multiple ships, Sansa x Jon, Susan x Robb)

Jumanji (Sansa x Arthur)

Let's get this show on the road.

#madame baggio #future posts #future updates

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Notes: Previously... (and the last part ;))

***

Éomer was smirking. “Really?”

Her smile was a slow, tentative thing. “Yes.”

Éomer cupped her face between his big hands, then lowered his forehead to hers. “If you want me to stop, let me know.”

Lothíriel knew that Éomer was a man of his word -it was one of the things she admired the most about him -but the gentleness he used to kiss her almost made her melt. He lowered his mouth to hers as if he had all the time in the world to do this. He brushed his lips against hers, before pressing them together.

His big hands never left her face, even as his kiss became just a bit firmer. Just enough to make her curious.

There was so much to feel: his beard against her skin, his kisses, his hands, his smell… Lothíriel had been unsure where to put her hands on him, and settled for his shoulders. They were incredibly firm under her palms, and she had the sudden desire to let her hands explore him, find more of him.

But she was a proper lady, so she didn’t do it.

“Good.” Éomer broke the kiss as gently as he started it. “Good start.” He said, his thumb brushing her cheek.

“Start?” She opened her eyes slowly, dazed.

“Yes. There’s more. Would you like to try it, or do you want to stop?”

“More?” She frowned. “What is more?”

His smile was soft and fond. “I can kiss you deeper.”

“Oh.” Lothíriel had no idea what he meant by that. “Sounds lovely, let us do that.”

Éomer chuckled before resuming the exact same position they were in before: his hands on her face, hers on his shoulders and kissing.

Except… It was nothing like the other time. Éomer was still gentle about it, but she soon understood what he meant for ‘deeper’.

His tongue traced her lips, and shocked by the sensation, Lothíriel opened them for him. Only to be even more shocked by what came next, how his tongue caressed hers in tantalizing strokes.

It was decadent, hot and it felt… It felt like she shouldn’t be doing it, because something so good had to be wrong, right? At least it was what her aunt would say.

However, she had no strength -or desire -to stop this slow burn taking over her body. If this was just the kissing portion of the night, how would she survive whatever came next?

Talking about next…

“Éomer.” She pulled back, breathing hard. “After the kiss…”

“Yes?” His eyes were darker somehow.

She licked her lips nervously. “What happens?” 

“Well…” In a fast movement, he picked her up, making her squeal. Éomer laughed as he carried her the short distance to his bed and laid her down. “I will do this.”

She frowned. “Put me to sleep?”

He chuckled. “No, love. Carry you to bed, where we will kiss some more.” He sat next to her. 

“And?” Lothíriel pressed.

He chuckled. “I am still trying to find the words to explain it.”

The princess frowned. “Is it that complicated?”

Éomer sighed. “No, it is not that.” He assured her with a smile. “I just… I never had to explain this to someone before.”

“So it is complicated.”

Éomer laughed, and laid down next to her. “No, I promise it is not. I am just trying to find the words to explain it to you, and only now I noticed that it might sound somewhat… Odd when explained to someone.”

Lothiriel frowned. “Odd?”

“I am making this worse.” He groaned in frustration. Éomer took a deep breath in. “What will happen between us in this bed can have many meanings. It can be done out of love, pleasure, friendship and even confort. Yes, it can be done for bad reasons, but none of those have anything to do with us.”

He cupped her face. “I will kiss you more, but I will also touch more.”

“Where?” She asked, her voice soft. 

“Anywhere you will let me.” He told her truthfully. “I did not lie when I said I would not do anything you did not wish for. If you do not want to be touched or kissed anywhere else…”

“You would kiss me in… Other places?” Her eyes were round and shocked.

He smirked at her. “Princess, I would love to kiss every inch of your body.”

She frowned. “Certainly not every inch.”

“Every, Single. One.”

A blush stole across her face. “Would I… Would I do the same?”

Éomer cleared his throat. “Well, only if it was something you wanted to do.”

“Would we put out the candles?” 

“If you wanted to.”

“And the clothes?”

“Whatever you want to.”

Her frown got deeper. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because it is the truth.” Éomer said simply. “I do not wish to do anything you might find uncomfortable. This is new for you, and I do not want you to fear my touch or our life together.”

She sighed. “Alright. I understand. I think.” She amended.

Éomer kissed the tip of Lothíriel’s nose. “There is nothing to fear.” He assured the princess. “We will do this anyway we want it and no one can tell us differently.”

Lothíriel felt her heart fill with fondness. “Thank you, Éomer.”

His smile was bright. “You are more than welcome, Lothíriel.”

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Notes: Previously...

I've just realised that this was READY and I just forgot to post it... My head is getting worse every day... lol

So sorry for the delay, but here it is the preview I promised all the way in December *hides*.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Bell laid her head on Thorin’s shoulder, breathing in his scent. Her body relaxed as the sweat cooled down on her skin. The dwarf pulled her tighter against his body, so he could hold her properly.

Silly, soft old dwarf.

There was something about him that also made Bell silly and soft. She couldn’t deny that this scared her a bit, not only because of the strength and speed of her feelings, but also because their future was complicated.

As Thorin had reminded her earlier, she might become a Queen -of a dwarven kingdom, no less. She had no idea how that would work. Would the dwarves respect her? Would they resent the fact she wasn’t one of them? Were dwarven Queens expected to do something? Would she be just an extension of Thorin?

Would they even succeed in this quest? What if they didn’t?

There were so many questions and not enough answers, and this scared her a lot. Bell was steady and careful -sudden quests a part, of course. She wasn’t used to doing things without thinking carefully about them. Besides, life in the Shire wasn’t exactly full of unexpected adventures, so her life was boring and quite predictable.

There was nothing predictable about their future now.

“I can hear you thinking.” Thorin said, his voice a low grumble.

“Yes?” She grinned against his shoulder. “What am I thinking about?”

“You are thinking about the future.” He rubbed circles on her back. “I should not have said anything about you being a Queen.”

That made her sigh. “Yes, you should. It is a possibility, and I cannot ignore it.” Thorin became quiet, and Bell had to ask, “What will you do if… If you fail?”

His body tensed slightly, and the silence became heavy, a living thing between them. She thought he’d never answer.

“I do not know.” He said, his voice heavy with so much emotion and doubt. “I do not know who I am besides a King with no crown and no kingdom.”

Bell pushed herself up, so she could look directly into his face. She cupped her cheek. “You are Thorin Oakenshield: a good dwarf, a great uncle, and a fearless leader. You are so much more than a prince or a king, Thorin.” She dropped her forehead against his. “If I am to become a Queen I will need you to guide me. However, if the Fates have something else in store for us, then I need to know that I will get to keep you.”

He exhaled slowly against her mouth, his eyes closing. “Will you take me to your house in the Shire? Bake me an apple pie and make me walk barefoot?”

She sighed in relief. “Yes, to all of that, my love.”

Maybe the future was uncertain, but maybe Bell didn’t need to feel so afraid anymore.

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GUYS!

I’m still not dead. Just generally uninspired 😓😓😓

Anyway, what I did manage to do was this short video for Sansa and Arthur.

I hope you enjoy it.

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YEESSSSSSSSS

IT IS FINALLY HERE!!! GIVE IT TO ME!

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Notes: As "Maybe we shouldn't (but we will)" (a.k.a. The bucket list) was the second most voted on our end of the year poll, I'll post the beginning of the next chapter for you all.

Let me know your feelings.

Previously...

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Chapter 15

Sam sighed as he watched Jon playing with the pint on his hand. When his friend had asked him out for a drink, Sam imagined something had happened and that it had something to do with the Sansa situation -how he called it in his head.

Sam knew Jon very well; they’d been friends for a long time and went through a lot together. There wasn’t much he didn’t know about the other man.

Sure, he hadn’t expected Jon to get into this… Situation with Sansa Stark. He’d never got the impression that there was anything between them, and he’d seen them together on many occasions. Jon hadn’t talked much about Sansa before, so it was a bit of a shock.

However, Sam didn’t really think it was the craziest match possible. When he’d thought about it better, it did make a lot of sense. They were both steady, loyal and kind people. In Sam’s head, Jon and Sansa made more sense than most of Jon’s previous relationships.

The man in question let out a long sigh, and Sam figured he was ready to say whatever was in his head.

“I’m in love with Sansa.”

Well… Now Sam was glad he hadn’t taken a sip from his beer. “I see.” He dragged the last word.

Jon looked at him. “You do?”

“I mean…” Sam cleared his throat. “I think it was bound to happen.”

Jon frowned. “It was?”

Sam snorted. “Jon… Come on. You’re the king of getting involved with people. And Sansa is pretty amazing. It isn’t shocking that, once you spent more time together, you’d realize she’s amazing and…” He shrugged.

“You could’ve warned me.”

“I’m pretty sure when you told me it was already too late.”  

Jon sighed again. “We spent time together before.” He defended himself quietly.

“Not like this.”

Jon’s next sigh was even more dramatic. “Are you going to tell her?” Sam wanted to know.

“Not yet.” When he saw Sam’s arched eyebrow, Jon hurried to explain. “Sansa is… Discovering herself right now. We’ve had a lot of discussions, and only now she feels more comfortable to say what she wants or not. Her self-confidence took a lot of hits in the last years and in her last relationships. She needs more time.”

“More time for what?”

“To decide whether what she feels when she’s with me is real or not.” Jon’s eyes dipped back to his untouched pint. “Right now she’s enjoying the high, learning about herself… I don’t want to confuse her.”

“I see your point, but then you aren’t being exactly honest with her, right?”

“I don’t intend to drag this indefinitely, Sam.” Jon assured him. “Not even to the end of the list. I also don’t intend to lie to her. If she asks me about my feelings, I’ll tell her honestly. But I think she needs a bit more time. She needs to feel more confident and more certain of what she wants or not.”

“Including you.”

“Including me.”

“I get what you’re saying, Jon, I truly do. But…” It was Sam’s turn to sigh. “Don’t wait too long. Yes, she might need time, but you don’t. You’re in love already. The more time you let pass, the worse this can get for you.”

“I know, Sam.” Jon nodded. “As I said, I don’t intend to lie to her, or anything. I just want her to figure it out on her own.”

Sure. Nothing could go wrong with that, right?

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