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madamebaggio · 2 years
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“Your Majesty.”
Susan stopped and turned, only to see Éomer hurrying to catch up to her. “Éomer King.” She nodded at him.
“Hello.” He cleared his throat. “I was wondering…”
When he didn’t finish his sentence, Susan just waited for him. She could’ve been nicer and helped him along -she was the Gentle Queen after all -but, for some reason, seeing a man that big acting so nervous was interesting.
“Would you like to go for a ride?” He finally asked.
“Now?” She asked a bit confused.
“No, tomorrow.” He was quick to say. “Early, if it is possible for you.”
Susan hummed. “I am not sure how proper it would be.” She said, mostly to tease him.
Éomer cleared his throat. “I assure you, my lady, I will be the picture of propriety.”
Susan grinned at him. “I am sure you will, my lord.”
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somethingeden · 5 months
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Book help - Series + Characters and Love Tropes
[Firstly, here is post for the fandoms]
Hello, I am a writer on Wattpad and I am trying to think of a story. I do get writer's block so I have old books but I am to lazy to rewrite them. Okay so I have a few ideas but may you use about a minute to vote or even give me suggestions, it would be appreciated! I could also do a cross over.
Series and the characters that I am considering of doing is (I am also okay with character x character and oc x oc:
Narnia (Edmund Pevensie/Peter Pevensie/Caspian X/Lucy Pevensie/Susan Pevensie/Aslan/Eustace Scrubb)
MCU (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Wanda Maximoff/Peter Parker/Harley Keener/Hope Lang/Scott Lang/Same Wilson/Natasha Romanoff/Pietro Maximoff/Tony Stark/Thor/Loki/Stephen Strange/Wade Wilson/Peter Quill)
Harry Potter (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood/Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini/Pansy Parkinson/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Bellatrix Lestrange/Ginny Weasley/Fred Weasley/George Weasley/Bill Weasley/Charlie Weasley/Cedric Diggory/Tom Riddle/Mattheo Riddle)
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (Albus Potter/James Potter II/Rose Granger-Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Ted Lupin)
Marauders (James Potter/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Bellatrix Black/Marlene Mckinnon/Mary Mcdonald/Dorcas Meadows)
Doctor Who (9th Doctor/Jack Harkness/10th Doctor/Donna Noble/11th Doctor/Amy Pond/Clara Oswin Oswald/12th Doctor/13th Doctor/Yasmin Khan/Ryan Sinclair/14th Doctor/Donna Noble/Rose Noble)
Heartstopper (Ben Hope/Harry Greene/Imogen Heaney/David Nelson)
Grease (Danny Zuko/Sandy Olsson/Kenickie Murdock/Leo Balmudo)
Disney (Ariel/Maleficent/Briar Rose/Ursula/Prince Eric)
Greek Mythology (Medusa/Hades/Poseidon/Apollo/Ares/Hermes/Demeter)
The Mortal Instruments [I haven't read all the books] (Jace Wayland-Herondale.../Alec Lightwood/Raphael Santiago/Isabelle Lightwood/Magnus Bane/Jonathan Morgenstern/Maia Roberts/Jordan Kyle)
Percy Jackson [I sadly don't have the books but I am going to base it off the tv series that'll come out next month] (Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase/Grover Underwood/Luke Castellan/Ares/Poseidon/Hades/Clarisse La Rue/Medusa/Hermes/Hephaestus)
Enola Holmes 1 and 2 (Enola Holmes/Tewksbury/Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes)
Jurassic Park (Ian Malcolm/Alan Grant)
Jurassic World (Own Grady/Zach Mitchell/Maisie Lockwood/Gray Mitchell/Ian Malcolm/Alan Grant)
Little Women (Theodore Laurence)
Lord of the Rings (Frodo Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf/Aragorn/Eomer/Faramir)
The Hobbit (Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield/Kili Oakenshield/Fili Oakenshield/Thranduil Greenleaf/Bard/Legolas Greenleaf)
Uncharted (Nathan Drake/Victor Sullivan/Chloe Frazer)
Supernatural (Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Jack Kline/Claire Novak)
Mamma Mia 1 and 2 (Sam Carmichael/Harry Bright/Bill Anderson/Sky)
Love tropes:
Enemies to Lovers
Friends to Lovers
Forbidden Love
Secret Identity/Billionaire/Royal
Best friend's Brother/Sister
Second Chance
Soulmates
Fake Relationships to Lovers
Wedding – Runaway Bride/Runaway Groom/Jilted/Arranged Marriage
Strangers to Lovers
Amnesia/Mistaken Identity
Holiday Romance/Flings (Can lead to a baby)
Already Together
Hero x Villain
Sworn off Relationships
Opposites Attract
Secret Baby
Two Person Love Triangle (Mistaken Identity)
Reunited
Fairy Tale Retelling
Bet
Blind Date
and more...
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madamebaggio · 2 years
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Susan Pevensie Ships!
Today we have our Gentle Queen!
For the usual ships we have:
Susan x Éomer (The Lord of the Rings)
Susan x Steve Rogers (MCU)
Susan x Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
Susa x Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men First Class)
Susan x Gawain (King Arthur)
Susan x Legolas (The Lord of the Rings)
Susan x Arthur Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)
Susan x The Weeping Monk (Cursed)
And for the new ships we have:
Susan x Bucky Barnes (MCU)
Susan x Clark Kent (DCU)
Let me know your favorite ships and remember! The one with the most notes will get a kissing post later on!
Remember that you can always follow the ship tags for more love and more content.
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madamebaggio · 2 years
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“My Lady.”
Susan gave Éomer King a look, then nodded at him. “My lord.”
He was holding a cup -like she was -but he didn’t seem to be drinking from it -like her.
“What do you think of the party?” She asked, just to make polite conversation.
He cleared his throat. “It is very… Gondorian.”
Susan tried to hold in a grin. “Is that you being diplomatic?”
“Yes.” He answered immediately.
She couldn’t help but chuckle. “How are the parties in Rohan?”
“If this was Rohan, people would be laughing and singing loudly.” He told her. “There would be plenty of ale, not this wine.” He glared at his cup. “And we would all be dancing.”
“There’s dancing.” She indicated the couples twirling around.
“Dancing properly.” He told her.
Sansa smiled at him. “It sounds lovely.”
Éomer smirked at her. “Come for a visit and I’ll throw a true party for you.”
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madamebaggio · 3 years
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Éomer approached Queen Susan and cleared his throat. He hoped that her moniker as ‘The Gentle Queen’ wasn’t just an empty title. “Your Majesty.”
She turned to look at him, and Éomer got a tiny bit more concerned. For someone shorter than him, she had a fierce look. “Your Majesty.” She said back.
“I’ve come to apologize.” He decided to be quite direct about the matter.
Éomer knew when he was wrong, and discussing someone’s looks -a visiting Queen, at that -like he had was beyond rude. And he did let out a curse in front of her.
The smile she opened was kind and full of peace, but it did not reach her eyes. “Apologize, my lord? What for?”
So she was going to make him say it?
“I shouldn’t be discussing the looks of someone I just met like that.”
She hummed. “So it would be fine for you to discuss my looks if you knew me better?” She asked, her eyes on him, her smile firmly in place.
That was a trap. “No…”
Now she arched an eyebrow at him.” Are you telling me or asking me?”
Éomer groaned. “My lady, please, don’t make this harder. I’m not a diplomat.”
She snorted. “Oh really?”
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madamebaggio · 4 years
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“It’s good to see you again in happier circunstances, Your Majesty.”
“I can say the same, Lord Éomer.”
“I have to say... I hadn’t thought I’d find you again at Helm’s Deep.”
“It was indeed a surprise. A quite happy one, since your arrival saved us all.”
“It’s a pleasure to be of service. Might I offer you some ale?”
“No, thank you. But... I’d like to dance.”
“If you’ll have me, Your Majesty, I’ll show you how we celebrate our victories here in the Mark.”
“Lead the way, rider.”
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madamebaggio · 3 years
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 Éomer watched as the Queen passed them with a nod.
“That is the Gentle Queen?” He asked Éothain.
“Yes.”
Éothain had been there earlier when the people of Narnia had arrived. He’d seen all the Kings and Queens, while Éomer was busy in a meeting.
The people of Minas Tirith -and even Éomer’s men -were all amazed by the people of Narnia.
“She is pretty.” Éomer conceded, after he lost sight of the Queen.
“Pretty?” Éothain gasped in outrage, as if it was a personal offence. “You’ve become demanding, Éomer. She is a true beauty.”
Éomer rolled his eyes, thinking of all the ‘pretty’ ladies who did nothing but try to marry any man with a crown. “Beauty goes beyond pretty eyes on a pretty face. I’d rather meet the lady before passing judgments on her beauty.”
“Should I feel honored that my looks are being discussed like this?”
Éomer and Éothain turned together, horror in their expressions, only to find Queen Susan right there, behind them somehow.
“Fuck.” Éomer cursed by reflex, but the Queen obviously heard it.
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madamebaggio · 3 years
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Choose One!
There were quite a few new snippets recently, and I know sometimes they just leave people wanting more (I am people... hahaha)
So now you can choose your favorite snippet to get a longer post.
What does a long post mean? The size of a chapter (around 4 word pages).
Sounds good?
I’ll divide them in groups with the common half of the pair (so Sansa, Susan, Darcy and so on...)
These are the Susan options:
Susan Pevensie x Obi-Wan Kenobi
Susan Pevensie x Lancelot/The Weeping Monk
Susan Pevensie x Robin of Loxley
Susan Pevensie x Legolas
Susan Pevensie x Robb Stark
Susan Pevensie x Éomer
Leave your choice in the comments for this post. The ships that gets more love until the 21 will be the one to get the longers post!
(Let me know if you have any doubts)
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madamebaggio · 3 years
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Susan had just put another orc down when she saw Éomer in the distance. She didn’t call his name so she wouldn’t distract him, but she put down the attacker coming up behind him.
When the body fell next to him, he turned around and saw her, bow in hand. “Susan.” He hurried to her. “You’re here.”
“I told you I would be.” She let another arrow fly.
“I didn’t think you meant the battle field.”
“Then what? You thought I was going to be up…”
“Behind you!” He warned, before killing the orc that was right behind her.
“In the city, praying for you all?” She finished, as if there was no interruption.
“I had hoped.” He admitted.
“I’m not that kind of Queen.”
He grinned at her. “I know. A kiss for good luck?” He teased.
Susan snorted, shot another arrow, grabbed Éomer by the strap on his armor and brought his lips to her. “Good luck, rider.” She murmured against his lips.
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madamebaggio · 3 years
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“Majesty? And what place do you call home?”
“Narnia.”
“What is a Queen of Narnia doing so far from her land?”
“Apparently, I’m being interrogated.”
“What would you have me do? Just accept strangers in our land?”
“You could get off that high horse of yours and talk to me.”
“Are you supposed to be the Gentle Queen?”
“Trust me, Rider. If I give up on being gentle, you’ll be the first to know.”
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madamebaggio · 4 years
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“Where will you go?”
“I need to meet my siblings back in Minas Tirith.”
“I’m going with my uncle.”
“Perhaps we’ll meet again.”
“We will. Just don’t kill all the orcs before I get there.”
“I can’t make promises. Fare well, Lord Éomer.”
“Your Majesty.”
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madamebaggio · 4 years
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“Who are you?”
“Easy, Rider of Rohan. We’re not enemies.”
“Yet you carry weapons.”
“Those are difficult times and, can I point out you have over three hundred men behind you?”
“Would it be easier for you if I were alone?”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re paranoid?”
“How often has your life been threatened, My Lady?”
“Often enough. And it’s ‘Your Majesty’, rider.”
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madamebaggio · 3 years
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Al the other works tagged for this ship are related to “The Chronicles of the Lord of Thrones” (which I’m working on)
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Susan sighed and Éomer turned his head to look at her. “What?”
“It’s been a while since I lay like this, beneath the stars.” She commented.
Éomer imagined it had -although he couldn’t imagine her doing something like this ever. He liked being there, in the middle of the night, with silence around them and the stars shining in the sky.
“Sorry for the lack of better accommodations.” She was a Queen from another country and he was making her sleep on the ground, so…
“Oh, too late.” She said dramatically. “It’s already destroyed my impression of Rohan.”
Éomer snorted. “And I was thinking it’d been my ‘fuck’ that done it.”
Susan turned her head to look at him. “Perhaps.”
They stayed like this, smiling at each other for a bit.
“You should look away.” Éomer told her.
“Why?”
“If you don’t, I might kiss you.” He warned her.
Susan chuckled and moved his head before he could. But she didn’t turn her head to the other side, she actually kissed him first.
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madamebaggio · 4 years
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Oh dear!
I am back!
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I didn’t think I’d stay away for this long.
Thank you so much for all the love and support. I even got new followers! Thank you guys!
I did post a lot today, I hope you enjoyed it. Tomorrow we shall have much more ;)
Aramis x Gretel
Susan x Robb
Yon-Rogg x Sansa
Borra x Sansa
Vlad X Sansa
Geralt x Sansa
Bucky x Sansa
Darcy baking for the Defenders
Thorin x Sansa
Susan x Éomer
Thranduil x Sansa
Marge x Roan
Let me know which are your favorites and what you hope to see tomorrow.
And remember, follow the tags for the ships to find more content about them.
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madamebaggio · 5 years
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Notes: Hey, guys! Just a very simple, crazy one-shot. I decided to go as crazy as possible for this one, so I picked a crossover pairing, threw them in an alternative universe and used one of my favorite tropes ever. The idea was actually to do a few of those with other crackships, but I’m not making any promises. So let’s say this is a unique moment.
I give you: Susan Pevensie and Éomer sharing a bed and feelings ;)
Susan wanted one thing to be very clear: she did not dislike Éomer Éadig. At all. He was a quiet man and she knew how to appreciate the silence; he was a focused man and she respected that; he was a fair man and she valued that in people.
Maybe she didn’t talk to him all that much, but it was as much as his fault as it was hers. She might not make an effort to talk to him, but he sure as hell didn’t go out of his way to talk to her.
She did not dislike him! She didn’t! Obviously, that didn’t mean she liked him -she didn’t! -but it truly annoyed her when her brother Edmund talked about Éomer with care, like he was worried the mere name would set Susan off.
Like he was doing right now.
“I know you might feel uncomfortable…”
“Edmund, for the millionth time…” She said through gritted teeth. “I don’t mind going with Éomer.”
“You two don’t get along.” Edmund put in, like it was a well-known fact.
Susan groaned in frustration. “I have nothing against him. I don’t know where you all get this idea from.”
Edmund gave her a flat look. “You two hardly ever talk; and when you do it’s painful to watch.”
Susan pressed her lips together, refusing to comment on that. Mostly because it was the truth.
However, in her defense, this was actually his fault! She’d tried talking to him, in the beginning. When Edmund started dating Éowyn, Susan loved the other woman almost immediately. Éowyn had a way of seeing life and facing her problems that Susan thought beautiful. She was also sincere and straightforward in a way Susan believed to be refreshing.
So, obviously, when Edmund and Éowyn decided to introduce their families to each other, Susan was not only willing, but eager to make Éomer’s acquaintance. Éowyn adored the man, and even Edmund -grumpy, wary Edmund -liked him. He had to be someone amazing.
He might be, but Susan could never find out, because he wouldn’t talk to her!
That first day, despite her many tries, the only thing she managed to get out of him were grunts and monosyllabic answers. She got the message and she didn’t try to be friendly anymore.
“We can survive a few hours inside a car.” Susan assured her brother.
Edmund looked doubtful, but -thankfully -he didn’t press the issue.
That was how Susan saw herself, the following afternoon, sharing a painfully awkward and silent ride with Éomer.
Edmund and Éowyn wanted to get married at Meduseld, the family’s ranch. Susan was helping Éowyn organize the wedding, since she had more free time and actually enjoyed those things. So she was going earlier with Éomer, so they could open the house, and receive the things as they started arriving for the ceremony in three days.
He’d picked her up punctually at 5 pm; they had the mandatory small talk about the weather -it was a lovely spring -about their jobs -all fine, thank you for asking -their siblings -everybody is fine -, and had spent the next twenty minutes in absolute silence.
Susan felt like screaming.
When they were reaching the 45 minute mark on their trip, Éomer finally said something. “Do you mind if I turn on the radio?”
“Not at all.” Susan replied politely.
He pressed something on his phone and Johnny Cash’s voice filled the car. He liked country music… Susan shouldn’t have been surprised, it… suited him.
She tried to watch him inconspicuously, as he drove on. Now that there was music playing he seemed more relaxed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel along with the song.
Susan still marveled at how attractive he was. She used to like the clean cut, suited type, but there was something about Éomer that was raw and real and… Earthy. He was grounded like few people she knew, and that was just one of the things she admired on him.
She had said it before: she didn’t dislike Éomer. She wished they could actually hold a conversation, because there was a lot she wanted to ask him. However, at this point, even her pride was getting in the way. Why should she keep trying to talk to him, when he clearly made no effort himself?
But she still found him unfairly good-looking. From his longish blonde hair, to his intense hazel eyes, to his strong arms… The man was dangerous.
But she was way too old to have a crush on anyone.
At the 1:30 hour-mark, some bored deity decided to play with Susan’s life and the car broke. It was the most ridiculous thing; there was a large thumping sound, smoke and then nothing else. It was so out of nowhere, that both of them sat there in complete silence for a whole minute, no reaction whatsoever.
“What the fuck?” Éomer cursed suddenly, making Susan startle. Then he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. You don’t like cursing.”
How did he know that? “I think the situation warrants it.” She sighed.
Éomer gave her a doubtful look, like he wasn’t sure if she was being sarcastic or not. He cleared his throat. “I’ll see if I can figure out what happened.”
Susan just nodded, but he was already out of the car, and opening the hood. Immediately more smoke came out, and as Éomer coughed, Susan knew this wasn’t going to be an easy fix.
XxX
They had to wait 30 minutes for the tow-truck to show up. The man took one look at it and said he couldn’t have it ready that same day, only in the morning.
Éomer sighed. “Is there a city nearby?”
“Closest thing is more of a village, but they have a B&B.” The man answered, scratching his belly.
That was how they ended on the tackiest B&B Susan had ever seen. The owner was also something else. “Oh I’ve never seen a more handsome couple! Look at you two, clearly made for each other.”
Susan would normally be mortified by this kind of thing, but she was too distracted by all the pink the woman - “Call me Maggie!” -was wearing. It was a lot of pink. A lot.
“You’re so lucky!” She gushed away. “We only have one room left.”
That, Susan heard. “One?”
“We’re having this lovely cheese festival in here, and people came from all over to see it.” Maggie explained, obviously missing the expressions on their faces. “Honestly, you’re very lucky we had a last-minute cancelling.”
Susan and Éomer traded looks. This was the only B&B around, and they’d gotten a ride to it. They were stuck there.
“We’ll take it.” Éomer finally said, making Susan give him a look.
They got the key and walked to their room. The pink monstrosity was… Overwhelming, for one. And there was no couch, only one big bed.
Susan groaned and looked up to the ceiling. “This is the worst fanfiction of myself I’ve ever seen!”
Éomer snorted. “I’ll ask Maggie for a cot or something.”
“I don’t think you’ll find one.” She grumbled. “Do you mind if I grab a shower?”
“I’ll step outside and make a few calls.”, was his only reply, before leaving to do exactly that.
Susan sighed once again -it seemed like one of those days, perfect for sighing -and put her bag on the bed. She took a quick shower, then went out to look for Éomer.
He was standing on the porch of the B&B, his eyes on the starry sky above, hands on the pockets of his jeans.
“Hey.” Susan called softly as she approached him. It somehow felt wrong to interfere like she was doing.
“Hey.” He gave her a small smile, barely there. “I called Éowyn to let her know what happened. And I also called Meduseld’s keeper and told them to wait us tomorrow morning.”
“Ok.” She cleared her throat, a bit out of balance by the way he was looking at her. His eyes were tracing the lines on her face.
He seemed to notice what he was doing and looked away. “And there’s no extra cot.”
“Of course there isn’t.” Susan snorted.
“However, there is a cheese festival happening and we do need to eat, so…” He looked back at her. “What do you think?”
Was he really asking her to have dinner together? Yeah, sure, they were stuck there together, and they had to eat, but… This seemed different somehow.
“Sounds good.” She replied softly.
“Let’s go.” He nodded his head towards the street and took his hands out of his pocket.
Susan followed him as they walked the charming little streets until they found the cheese festival. It was pretty small compared to things one would see in big touristic cities, but it had a charming side to it, with the friendly vendors and families all around.
They walked for a while, checking the stands and the products. When the crowd became thicker, Éomer put his hand on the small of Susan’s back to guide her.
There was something strange going on, but… She wasn’t complaining. It was just… She was always so sure Éomer didn’t think very highly of her -or at all, to be honest -and now he was being a perfect gentleman, taking her for dinner and refusing to let her pay the bill, even when she threatened to stomp on his foot with her high heels.
And they’d talked! The whole time, they held an actual conversation, where he told her about his childhood, about Meduseld and things about Éowyn. He also listened as she talked about growing up with three siblings, about her work and her passions.
It was like she’d just met his nice twin. Or at least, she’d finally met the Éomer that Éowyn adored and Edmund respected. It was jarring.
So when they finished dinner and went back to the B&B -shoulders brushing as they walked side by side - Susan was a tiny bit confused. The butterflies on her stomach weren’t helping at all.
Éomer said he’d like to shower, so Susan decided to hang out in the lobby for a while. She felt a bit silly sitting there, paging through old magazines, but she’d feel even more awkward if she waited in the room.
When a good 30 minutes had passed, she finally went back to the room. She found Éomer going through his bag. His hair was wet, and he was wearing pajamas pants and a T-shirt on top of it; something told Susan the T-shirt was for her benefit.
“I will…” She cleared her throat. “Use the bathroom.” She indicated the bathroom’s door and Éomer just nodded to her.
Susan felt like an idiot for announcing it, like she needed his permission to do it. She grabbed her bag and locked herself in the bathroom, muttering to herself the whole time.
Then, she realized something.
“Oh, for pity’s sake.” She groaned, pulling out her nightgown out of her bag. “It’s not funny anymore.” She grumbled to the universe.
Of course, she had a nightgown in her bag. It wasn’t a sexy bright red silky one, but it was still a nightgown. It was a peach color, it went to her knees and had a modest neckline, but… It was still a nightgown.
Seriously, how was this her life?
Feeling suddenly rebellious, she pulled an old T-shirt she’d brought along to wear while she was dealing with the wedding organization and put on top of the nightgown. The result was strange, but she felt marginally better.
When she came out of the bathroom, Éomer took a look at her, pressed his lips together and didn’t comment -but she was pretty sure he was trying not to laugh.
She kneeled on the bed and looked him straight in the eye. “Listen up. We can share the bed as the mature adults that we are.”
“Ok…”
“But this is not going to be one of those silly romantic comedy’s moment where suddenly, for no reason at all, in the middle of the night, we magically cuddle, and wake up all tangled up to confess our deep feelings for each other.” She spoke very seriously. “Understood?”
Éomer’s face was getting red from his efforts not to laugh, and his shoulders were shaking already. Susan sighed. “Are you done?”
“I am sorry.” He took a deep breath. “We can do this your way.” He agreed easily.
“Great.”
That was how they ended laying on bed, with a good space between them, and backs turned to each other.
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Logically, because the world hated Susan, that was not how they woke up.
Susan wished to say that she woke up with Éomer wrapped around her like a vine, so she could carry on pretending she had nothing to do with this whole thing, but… She was tangled on him.
And when she said ‘tangled’, she meant tangled.
He still had his back to her, so she was the big spoon. Yes, she had cuddled him in the middle of the night. Her nose was pressed against his neck, she was hugging him, her hand under his T-shirt -Lord from above, that man was fit - leg thrown over his hip. And the only participation he was having in all of this, was the hand on her thigh, the one she’d thrown over him, so truly, this was all her fault.
Why her?
She groaned and felt Éomer’s body vibrating with his chuckles. “Not a word.” She grumbled.
“Not one.” He promised.
Susan sighed in relief.
She closed her eyes, trying to relax again. It took her awhile to notice that something was… Different. She just couldn’t figure out what it was.
Probably because the way Éomer was rubbing circles on her thigh was very distracting…
Wait. What?
Oh yes… She was still clinging to him. What was wrong with her???
She pulled her hand from under his T-shirt and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry.” She murmured as she -reluctantly -pulled back.
He chuckled again, and let go of her leg so she could pull it back, then threw her a look over his shoulder. “I don’t mind.”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “You don’t?”
He turned, so he was lying on his back. “Can’t say I do.” He replied easily, his smile almost splitting his face.
It occurred to Susan that she might want to move about now. She was still lying on her side, but as Éomer had moved to lay on his back she remained quiet firmly pressed against him. Actually… She felt the change in position had made her even more so. Honestly, it would take very little effort on her part to drape herself over him.
Not that she wanted to. Much.
“So… We did it your way.” He indicated, the smile on his face unbearably smug. “And that’s the result.”
Now she was decidedly wary. “Yes. And what would your way be?”
Éomer moved way too fast for someone who’d just woken up; in a second, Susan was flat on her back and he was hovering on top of her.
“My way…” He started conversationally, like he wasn’t on top of her. “Would be the over the top, cheesy romantic comedy one. The one where none of us was wearing these stupid T-shirts, and in the middle of the night we’d magically cuddle, wake up nicely tangled and confess our deep feelings for each other.”
Susan was left speechless. Was he really…? Did he just say he…?
“I…” She cleared her throat. “I think your way has its merits.” She finally said.
“I thought you might.”
“So… What comes first?” She asked. “No shirts or deep feelings?”
“No shirts.” He informed her.
“You first.”
He grinned, then moved away just enough to pull his T-shirt off and throw it very far away.
Now that was a nice chest.
And, technically, it was her turn loose the T-shirt, but she just couldn’t help it; she pulled him down and kissed him.
Yup. His way was better.
If Éomer was offended by the fact she was still wearing a shirt, he made no comment. In fact, he dove into the kiss quite happily. She thrilled at the feeling of his beard against her skin, and his lips against hers. It was so much better than she’d imagined -and now she felt okay admitting she had, in fact, imagined it.
Éomer had this way about him, this confidence, a way of taking control without looking like he was trying to take over a person. Susan could admit she was a control freak, and that people that tried to steamroll over her always regretted it quickly, but it wasn’t what he was doing. This sureness of his just made her feel truly desired; he wasn’t trying to ‘put her in her place’, he was savoring her.
His hands slid up her legs, causing shivers on her; they took her nightgown along for the ride, until it was bunched around her waist.
“Up.” He murmured against her lips.
She sat up, somewhat dazed by his kisses, her arms automatically going up.  She only realized Éomer had taken her nightgown and shirt in one move when she felt the chill.
“Smooth.” She commented.
“I aim to please.” He replied cheekily.
“Then come here.” She spoke, hand curving on his nape, already bringing him in. He chuckled against her lips, and then moaned when she bit his.
Susan was no blushing maiden, but the way he touched her everywhere -her legs, breasts, between her thighs -mad her gasp and squirm, and beg for more; and Éomer gave it to her, because he was as giving in bed as he was everywhere else.
She was starting to think she wouldn’t come out of this sane.
The minutes seemed to drag by as she tried to recover her focus on the world.
“I think I’m dead.” She murmured breathless.
Éomer let out a startled laugh. “I hope you’re not. We still have feelings to discuss.”
She turned to look at him, head on her pillow, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “Yes, we do.”
Éomer copied her position and gave her a kind smile. “This might sound a bit like we’re back on 8th grade, but I like you, Susan. A lot.”
“You do?” She couldn’t hide the surprise in her voice.
Éomer groaned and hid his head on the pillow.
“Sorry, I didn’t get that last part.” She teased lightly.
He groaned one more time, before rolling back to his previous position. “I said ‘Éowyn was right, I’m an idiot’.” He told her morosely.
“Éowyn?” How had her future sister-in-law ended in this conversation?
“She told me I was acting like a grumpy arse and scaring you away.” He confessed. “She knew I liked you even before I admitted it to myself.”
“I never thought that.” Susan declared, completely baffled at this point. “I thought you found me annoying.”
“I didn’t.” He was fast to say. “It’s very difficult for me to say what I’m feeling. I tend to clam up and look like someone pissed on my beer, at least according to Éothain.” He winced. “Sorry for the word.”
Susan snorted. “I’m not the snotty flower you seem to think I am.” She indicated. “And you did look serious all the times we met. And you hardly ever talked to me.”
“I know.” He looked chagrined. “I was scared to death of talking to you.
“What? Why?”
“Because you’re a brilliant, sophisticated woman and I am… Me.” He finished lamely.
Susan sighed. “I’m not that amazing, or that scary, Éomer.” She told him gently. “I have a lot of flaws -I’ve been told I’m a know it all.”
“I know you’re not perfect.” He informed her. “But you’re still that amazing to me.”
She pressed her lips together, trying to contain a smile. “So… You have feelings.”
“I do.” He grinned. “How about you?”
“I have some of those too.” She played purposefully cool, she knew she wasn’t fooling him. “Just a few, mind you…”
“Right…” He drawled. “Just a few.”
“Mostly related to your chest.” She insisted.
Éomer snorted. “I guess I deserve that, after all…”
Susan gently pushed him, until he was flat on his back, then leaned over him. “I wanted to meet you just for the things Éowyn said about you; you sounded like the greatest man out there. And even though you wouldn’t talk properly to me, I still think she was right. So I have a bunch of feelings to.”
His smile was blinding. “I’m happy to hear it, and I really want to apologize…”
“I rather you make it up to me.” She cut him.
“Deal.”
They arrived very late at Meduseld, but they didn’t care at all. Neither did Éowyn and Edmund, for that matter.
Notes: Short and sweet and filled with cliches! Just the way I love it.
I hope you enjoyed it!
(Unfortunately I couldn’t find pictures of Karl Urban blonde that I could use. I refuse to use the one from that Xena episode or the one with the highlights from that movie with Amber Heard, so... Anyway. You get the idea)
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Tags Masterlist
Hello, my dear friends.
I hope you’re all well and safe wherever you are.
I’ve spent the last few days updating all my tags here, so now we get this masterlist.
I’ll put it on my bio as well and probably it’ll get updated if new stories appear.
You can always find posts by character or ship. The new tags are mostly to help in case you want to check a specific string of posts (for example: you can still search #Sansa x Arthur, but maybe you’re looking for something specific like #every piece of my heart and all the posts related to that story).
I’m also adding the links for AO3 (for those stories that are there -not all of them are) and separating by ship. If a ship you like doesn’t have a tag, it’s because there’s just one story with them (like Sansa and Geralt, all their posts are related, so they don’t have a special tag; you can find them as #Sansa Stark x Geralt of Rivia).
Let’s get this show on the road. (let me know if you have any doubts)
Sansa/Arthur
#camelot ranch (Sansa meets Arthur when visiting the Tyrells’ Ranch)
#hen party at camelot (Dany has her hen party at Arthur’s pub)
#jumanji au (You can find it here as well)
#i wont believe in songs ( My work “I won’t believe in songs (Unless they’re sung by you)”)
#good girls go to heaven (My work “Good Girls go to Heaven (Bad Boys bring Heaven to you)”)
#theres no way  (My work “There’s no way (that’s not going there)”)
#till sunday (Sansa tries to seduce Arthur, he tells her to wait until she actually wants to sleep with him)
#artie rescues sansa (two adventures of Sansa (one in modern AU) being rescued by Arthur)
#changeling sansa (Inspired by the works of Nalini Singh, in which Sansa is a shape shifter)
#10 things i hate about you au #please come find me (Both tags are related to my work “Please, come find me”)
#accidental family (A one night stand gives Arthur quite a surprise a few years later)
#hero sansa (Sansa is a hero and Arthur is more of an anti-hero)
#im not marrying you (Sansa and Arthur really don’t want to marry each other)
#love potion (Arthur accidentaly drinks a love potion)
#action hero arthur (Arthur is an action actor that loses a bet and has to act on a rom com)
#who fell in love first (Sansa and Arthur tell their children about how they fell in love)
#the mummy au (Snippets of Sansa and Arthur in the Mummy verse)
#romancing the stone au (Snippets in this verse)
#john wick au (AU where Sansa is the manager of the Continental)
#fair game au (Arthur is a police officer and Sansa is a lawyer)
#great pickup lines (My work “Do you have a band-aid and other great pick-up lines”)
#every piece of my heart (My work “Every Piece of my Heart (Belongs to you)”)
#summer loving (My work “Summer loving (happened so fast)”)
#a text misshap (Sansa texted Arthur by accident, but got a date out of it)
#fooled around and fell in love (My work “Fooled around and fell in love”)
#a steely haven (My work “A Steely Haven”)
Sansa x Tommy Shelby
#a happy occasion  (Thomas is planning on marrying Ada to Robb Stark)
#pretty horses (My work “Of all your pretty horses before (You should know that I can love you much more)”)
#loving her was red (My work “Loving her was red”) 
Jonsa
#kiss with a fist (Kiss with a fist)
#the same way i like my coffee (The Same Way I Like My Coffee)
#youre finally home (You’re Finally Home)
#those stark boys (Those Stark Boys - obs: this is a Sansa/Jon/Robb)
#a whisper in the dark (A Whisper in the Dark)
Sansa/Eomer
#a million years ago (A Million Years Ago)
#the horse lord and the stark wolf (The Horse Lord and the Stark Wolf)
Sansa and others
#prince charming galahad (Modern AU where Sansa meets and adorable Galahad)
#godless underneath your cover (Sansa x Maul)
#tormented willas (One version of Willas Tyrell)
#polite willas (Another possible Willas)
#awkward willas (Final Willas lol)
#agent sansa stark (Sansa x Bucky)
#dont stand so close to me (Modern AU Sansa x Vortigern)
#my fair boss lady (Sansa x Raymond Smith)
#stark blue (Sansa x Bucky x Steve)
#vampire hunters (Starks are vampire hunters)
#maybe theyre seeing something we dont (Theonsa modern AU)
#hidden scars and wolf tattoos (Sansa x Jax)
#the night is young (The Night Is Young (and so are we) King Arthur 2004 crossover with Margaery and Brienne as well)
#my delirium ((Even if you’re the reason of) My delirium - Sansa x Oberyn x Willas modern AU 
The Crackship Fleet
#the first fleet
#cuddly september
#first meetings in october
#sharing beds in november
#december kisses
#late prompts
#angst march
#alternate april
#kissy june
Crossovers Series
#sansa stark crossovers
#susan pevensie crossovers
#margaery tyrell crossovers
#king arthur 2004 crossovers
Darcy Lewis
#commander testosterone (Darcy and Rumlow flirting)
#darcy bakes for the defenders (Darcy is bribing the Defenders with cookies)
#shockstrike (DarcyxJackxBrock)
#the adventures of cameron klein (Cameron Klein tries to survive Darcy and friends)
#is a cult cult (Darcy and Rumlow are pretending to be married)
#what if fanfic (Darcy x Jarvis)
Lotty/Éomer
#if i close my eyes (Work can be found here)
#lothiriel the dreamer (series of possible ways in which Lothiriel and Éomer could have met)
#lothiriel the innocent
#lothiriel the judicious
#lothiriel the ambitious
#lothiriel the mischievous
#lothiriel the valiant
#lothiriel the bold
#not tha kind of princess (“Not that kind of princess”)
#pretty awesome in pink (“Pretty (Awesome) in Pink” modern AU)
Matt/Jess
#something to talk about (can also be found here)
#flirty matt series
#not a date but kind of
Gretel/Nuada
#why dont we kill each other slowly (Can be found here)
#about elves and witch hunters (snippets related to their ship in the Fleet)
Others
#the spring that thaws winter (here)
#rose and king (Marge x Roan, also related to their ship on the Fleet)
#dark in my imagination (here)
#when words are not enough (here)
#the iron lady series (here)
#the gentle lady series (here)
#all i see is red (“All I see is red” Agent 47 x Scarlett)
OMG! I thought I’d never end this... lol
I hope I didn’t forget anything... But let me know if you noticed any tag missing.
Enjoy it ;)
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