keeper of fictional histories & unnecessary suffering
hi iâm vera. 18. she/her. asoiaf/got addict. twd stan. writer. collector of melancholic quotes, ancient prophecies, and men destined to die tragically. lover of all things medieval, dark, and doomed.
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currently wandering somewhere between winterfell and rivendell
okay soo chapter one of my mermaid!oc x theon greyjoy fic is out nowww
hereâs a lil snippet (link to fic in comments)
His gaze flicked to her hands. The stones were on display. She had forgotten to keep them in the water, out of his sight.
Her cheeks warmed. "These are mine," she whispered.
"Your stones?" His brows furrowed, but he took his hand off his sword.
Serene nodded, suddenly embarrassed by how strange it must have sounded. "I collect them."
His gaze landed on the stones once more before returning to her face, to the bright pink hue on her cheeks that she hoped he would mistake for a sunburn. She almost wished the ocean would swallow her whole.
Before this, she'd never thought it was strange. The stones were beautiful. They carried a piece of him, a reminder of the moments she spent watching him from afar. She never did understand why humans threw away things that held memories.
"You collect them," he repeated. Not rudely, but it still made her sink slightly lower into the water.
"Yes."
"Why?"
Because they came from you. Because they were the closest thing I had to knowing you. Because every time you cast one into the sea, you give me something to treasure.
But she couldn't say any of that, so she settled on responding, "Because I like them."
He stared at her again, making her wonder if she'd disappointed him somehow. Perhaps he thought her foolish. Or worseâa monster.
But to her complete surprise, the corners of his mouth lifted into that arrogant smile she had come just to see. "You're an odd creature."
preview of chapter one from my game of thrones MODERN COLLEGE AU ramsay bolton x fem!oc fic iâm writing called, pretty little bunny
link to read in comments:)
"Back so soon?"
She turned to find Ramsay in all his loveliness by the counter still. He hadn't moved an inch from the looks of it, seemingly detached from the drunken madness surrounding the pair.
"I lost my friend, Sansa," she admitted, giving him a sheepish smile.
Ramsay inclined his head towards the drink mixer. "Why don't you have a drink while you wait?"
While she would've loved to stay to get to know this handsome man, her friends were likely hunting her down. So, she politely declined.
However, before she could even finish her sentence, Ramsay handed her a fresh cup of the blue spiked punch. Sloane took it, thinking, Why the hell not? She was at a party, why not party?
Though the way he was staring at her with a deep sort of interest made her nervous. To shake off the sudden gravity of his attention, she looked out over the living room, actively trying to lighten the mood.
"People are so creative with their lies," Sloane giggled, pointing out a guy across the room whose shirt read, "I'm a virgin." Glancing back at Ramsay, whose shirt didn't read anything, she pointed it out after taking a swig of her drink. "You forgot to write yours."
He followed the movement of her solo cup, then slowly trailed his sights back up to meet hers. Reaching up, he casually brushed two fingers against the center of his chest, right over his heart. "No, I didn't."
She let out a soft breath of air, the sound bubbling up before she could stop it. "Oh, I think I get it." Coolly, she leaned back against the counter. "So, your white lie is that you actually wanted to participate tonight?"
The corners of his mouth lifted just enough to count as a smile. "That's not it."
"Then what is it?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a lie anymore," he purred.
hello i just posted a new (19 y/o)carl grimes x childhood bsf/ex gf fem!oc fanfic :) called âSafe In Your Skinâ
link to fic in comments!! hereâs a preview of chapter two
He had spent the last two years of the apocalypse believing she was a reanimated corpse wandering around Georgia.
Yet, as the blood-drenched, thin stranger stared back at him from the asphalt, the denial crumbled. It couldn't have been anyone else but her. Even masked under coats of crusted walker gore, those eyes were a brutal punch to his sternum. They were the exact same vivid, unforgettable green color that periodically appeared in his dreams.
But everything else about her was dangerously unfamiliar. The quiet girl who used to listen to rock music through shared earbuds had completely toughened from the looks of it. She came across as perilous.
And Katherine looked entirely grown up. From the way her midnight brown hair caught in the sunlight, absorbing it rather than reflecting, to the way her lips parted as they stared at each other, she was just as pretty as he remembered, even under all of the grime.
  Carl finally dropped his foot onto the stairs, his hands falling limp to his sides as his jaw went slack. Neither of them moved or breathed for what felt like hours. He couldn't help but stare, completely paralyzed by a wave of relief and guilt, terrified that if he blinked, she would disappear.
His boots felt heavy against the asphalt, bridging the ten feet of distance that separated his safe, walled-in life from the hell she had clearly been wading through. Up close, the sight of her was enough to make him dizzy, if he wasn't already.
"Rick," Kat rasped, her voice dry and scratchy, fragile, too. She wasn't looking at Carl anymore; her eyes were focused on his father, her fingers twitching against her navy-blue jacket. "Is that...?" Her voice trailed off weakly.
Yes! It's me. I'm so sorry for everything. I fucked up badly, Kat. He wanted to scream it from the top of his lungs, but when he opened his mouth, he fell short, only air escaping his throat.
"It's Carl. He's right here. He's safe," Rick assured her with a look of compassion that he typically reserved for Judith nowadays.
Before he could take another shot at speaking, Kat's knees gave out entirely, and he realized the condition she was in, which was certainly not one to listen to his apology. Rick caught her deftly before she hit the pavement, scooping up her small frame into his arms. The metallic stench of the dried walker remains filled the air, a nasty reminder of what she had survived to get here.
"Carl, don't just stand there!" Rick barked urgently, shifting her weight as he began to pace down the street. "Go run ahead to the infirmary. Tell Denise we have an emergency. We need an IV ready!"
summary : Shane looks for a lost gun in the vehicle youâve been camping in for a week, but finds something better instead! WC: 2,069
warnings/tags : sexually explicit content MDNI!, car sex, semi-public sex, praise kink, manhandling, vaginal fingering, age difference, top Shane Walsh, dominance, hair-pulling, no aftercare
It had been three weeks since the world went to shitâthree weeks of surviving instead of living. Thankfully, within those three weeks, you managed to find protection in a small group you happened upon while wandering along the freeway. Being a woman all alone in this new, monstrous world, the group took you in without much thought. They were all kind enough, but one man in particular stuck out to you from the first day.
He was a little older than you usually went forâaround the mid-thirtiesâbut it made no difference to you. His name was Shane, a cop in Kingâs County before the outbreak, and he sure played the part: strong-willed, loud, and in charge. You two had been eyeing each other since the day you arrived, although you arenât sure if you have been imagining it or not. There was no imagining the way his hands gripped you during shooting practice, thoughâfirm, steady, and filled with enough tension to make your knees grow weak.
When the sun had long past set, after another exhausting day of surviving, you told the group goodnight and hopped into the backseat of the black SUV you had been camping in the past several nights. It was a little cramped, but it was better than being walker food.
Grabbing the green blanket off the floor, you threw it over yourself and lay across the seats. You closed your eyes, though you knew it would be a while until you fell asleep; it always was now.
Not ten minutes had passed of counting sheep when a tapping noise came from the window. A noise too controlled to be a walker.
Sitting up, you went to open the door, but it was opened for you. Shane stood there, his messy black hair absorbing the moonlight while his eyes reflected the pale light like they were the entrances to Heaven itself. He was gazing at you in wonder, like he wasnât the one who had approached you.
âYes?â you questioned, a little flustered by his unexpected appearance.
âDale says weâre missinâ a gun,â he told you in that gritty, southern drawl, glancing back at the RV about twenty feet away. âIâm not sayinâ you took it, but I gotta look in here.â
You turned your head to the RV as well. There was no one outside, save for Dale on top of the RV and Glenn in front of it. Shrugging, you obliged and scooted to the seat on the left so he could check in the car since you didnât feel like getting out. You knew you didnât have the gun, so there was really no need.
Leaning into the SUV, it was very hard to miss the way his muscles moved as he rummaged around the floor. His tan shirt tucked into his similarly colored pants really worked wonders in getting you excited.
Suddenly, he was inside the car with the door shut. âThisâll be faster,â he grunted as his bicep brushed across your legs while searching the floor under your seat.
Your eyes widened, and you felt a small pulse between your legs. Your cheeks heated up in an instant, which only further flustered you. It was a simple touch. How could that have gotten you worked up?
It was as if he knew what he was doing, because his arm drifted across your knee as he sat up, lingering longer than necessary. He wasnât acknowledging it, though; Shane just kept going through the things in the car.
âI think itâs pretty obvious I donât have the gun by now,â you said after another minute of him searching.
He let out a small breath of laughter, scratched his head, and then side-eyed the RV. âI donât know. Could be hidinâ it on your person.â
âWhat, are you gonna pat me down or something, Mr. Officer?â you joked, rolling your eyes playfully.
The corners of his mouth turned up, almost mischievously. âGot no other choice.â
You narrowed your eyes, trying to read his tone. Was he joking? Was he serious? You didnât know, but having his hands on you right now was far from the worst situation you could be in. âShould I step out orâŠ?â
âNah, itâs fine. Hereâll work,â he responded, motioning for you to lift your arms.
You did as he gestured, and he began to pat you down with his palms. Shane started with your shoulders, moving to your arms slowly. When he got to your chest area, he softened his touch, but the way his callous hands glided over your nipple made you realize the pulsing between your legs came back.
Moving down your chest and to your stomach, his hands stopped just shy of your V-line. You gazed into his eyes and saw a trace of appreciation in his eyes, maybe even hunger.
Biting your lip, your eyes dropped to his mouth, which was slightly hung open, as if he was marveling at the sight in front of him that was you.
âI gotta be honest, Y/N, there ainât a gun missinâ,â he admitted breathily with his hands now gripping onto your hips lightly, like he was asking for further permission.
You looked at him, confused. âSoâWhat? Why lie?â
âSo I could do this.â Shane grabbed the back of your head and pulled it forward, your lips connecting magnetically.
Shocked at first, you quickly closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt into his kiss. His hand on your hip squeezed tighter, the other one tangling in your hair. He didnât kiss lightly; he kissed you like he was starved, like a man who desperately needed this. And that only furthered your attractionâhe needed you.
Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingernails gripped onto him with intensity. Shane abruptly wrapped his arms around your back and moved you from your sitting position to lying on your back. The blanket you were wrapped in was discarded carelessly on the floorboards; he was acting as your blanket now, on top of you, looking into your eyes with a smirk.
âThis alright, pretty girl?â He drawled, tongue moving around his mouth hungrily.
You nodded vigorously, and he tugged the bottom of your shirt up. You allowed him to lift it over your head, revealing a lace bra youâd had on for days in a row. But that didnât matter to him, clearly, as you felt his cock begin to harden in his pants against your thigh. With one hand behind your head for support, he grabbed one of your boobs and played with it before pushing it up to reveal your nipples.
Shane wasted no time in moving his mouth to one of them, flicking his tongue around while fondling your other nipple. Soft moans spilled out of your mouth, and the pulsing was non-stop, turning into wetness in your underwear.
When he took his mouth off you, he hurriedly pulled his shirt off, undoing his belt, too. He stripped until he was left in only his black boxers and silver dog tag necklace before doing the same to you, leaving you fully nude. You two would be exposed if anyone might walk by, but it was only Glenn and Dale at this hour, anyway, so caution was thrown to the wind.
âFuck,â was all Shane said, taking in your beauty under him before he smashed his lips onto yours again. His hands roamed your entire body from your neck to your stomach, ass, and kneesâhis hands were absolutely everywhere.
Then, his hand dipped into the line between your cunt and thigh, teasing you by rubbing up and down beside your clit. Arching your back against the seats, you whined out a small, âPlease.â
âWas that a âpleaseâ I heard, darlinâ?â
Giving him unsubtle fuck-me eyes with your mouth parted open, he took the hint and began to rub slow circles on your clit.
âDamn. Youâre dripping already,â he groaned while pushing himself off of you, sitting up to peek out of the window. When he saw no one, he stayed sitting up, licking his lips as he pushed two fingers into you.
You gasped, gripping onto the side of the seats while his fingers curled deep inside of you, prompting a deep moan from you.
âFeel good, pretty girl?â Smirking again, he started to speed his pace up when he saw how good it was making you feel.
Arching your back, not bothering to hold your moans in, you got lost in his touch. When his thumb started working your clit, his breathing started to come in uneven hitches; he was turned on by how well he was pleasing you.
But it wasnât enough; he grabbed your hand and placed it on his length, making you stroke him a few times before letting your hand go so you could do it yourself. His cock was long, thick, with precum seeping out of the tip.
Slowly increasing your pace of strokes, his breaths became more ragged, and he leaned down to kiss you once more. Shane guided your hand away from his dick and pinned both of your wrists against the car door behind you. Stroking himself with your wetness coating his fingers, he then lined it up to your entrance. He slapped it a couple of times against your cunt.
Without wasting another second, he pushed his entire cock inside of you in one smooth stroke, stretching you out around him. You threw your head back. âShit,â you moaned.
Shane pumped into you slowly at first, making sure you could take him. Once he knew you could, his speed increased rapidly, inducing groans from you as well as him.
âYou like that, pretty girl? How does it feel?â he asked seductively.
âYes, fuck,â you managed to speak as he pounded in and out of you, hitting your G-spot with each stroke. Your back was not touching the seat at all, and needy noises poured out of your mouth, unwittingly.
Unexpectedly, he pulled out and flipped you around with ease, landing you on your hands and knees. He took a handful of your hair and yanked you back until your back was against his chest, feeling his drenched cock on the inside of your thigh.
You grabbed it and slipped it inside of you, moaning, not being able to wait.
âWe canât wake the whole camp up. Are you gonna be a good girl and be quiet for me?â he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.
âI am,â you assured him, your hands finding his hair.
At that, he pushed your head down to the backseat and slapped your ass. He inserted himself again, slipping into your cunt with ease, and instantly hitting your G-spot.
âOh my god,â you couldnât help but cry out.
Shane shoved your head down harder, your mouth now against the seats. âI thought you were gonna be a good girl for me.â
With your voice muffled against the seat, you tried to apologize, but it was no use. He started slamming into you with fervor, grunting at every stroke. You tried to put a hand behind you to get him to ease up a little, but he took that hand and pressed it into your back, immobilizing it.
He continued to pound in and out of you as fast as he pleased, your moaning muffled mostly by the seats of the car. You felt your climax approaching quickly as he showed no signs of slowing any time soon. Your walls tightened around his cock, causing his strokes to become sloppy.
And then, you felt your climax build to the highest peak, and released onto him, practically convulsing as you did so.
âFuckâthatâs right,â he grunted, ramming into you a few more times before pulling out and spilling his seed onto your ass, the warm liquid dripping down your smooth skin.
Shane released his grip on your head and arm, breathing heavily. You sat up beside him, breathing like him, and grabbed the blanket on the floor to cover yourself out of instinct.
He turned to look at you, gripping the side of your face. âYouâre beautiful. And that was damn good.â
âThey probably couldnât hear usâŠRight?â You wearily peeped the RV out of the rearview mirror.
Shane was moving to put his clothes on. âGuess Iâm about to find out.â
staying up until 5am reading fanfiction knowing i can wake up at 2pm tomorrow with no responsibilities has got to be top 5 experiences of all time. this is my own little taste of heaven, one iâve missed dearly since my middle school ritual died.
