Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire
Main pairing: Rhaegar Targaryen x fem!Crannogman!oc
Summary: Frida of House Fenn is visiting King's Landing to swear her family's fealty to the new King Rhaegar of the Seven Kingdoms on the day of his coronation, when she experiences a strange encounter with the king himself in the gardens of the Red Keep.
Status: Discontinued - I may rewrite this at some stage, which could lead to writing more parts but I have no current plans to do so
Word count: 3,298
Chapter count: 1
Last Updated: 24 October 2023 (written mostly in 2022 and earlier)
☆ These Violent Delights ☆
Part II | Part III | Part IV ❤️🔥| Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX ❤️🔥
Fandom: House of the Dragon
Main Pairing: Davos Blackwood x fem!Bracken!oc
Summary: Cersha Bracken should never have been at the battle at the burning mill. By the will of the gods, or by pure chance, she found a wounded foe and decided to carry him to safety. As the natural enemies get to know the people beneath the heraldry, house loyalty becomes a complicated sentiment.
Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates
Word count: 20,382
Chapter count: 9
Last Updated: 11 September 2024
Bands and Musicians
☆ Brooklyn Baby ☆
Part II | Part III ❤️🔥 | Part IV | Bonus I | Bonus II | Bonus III ❤️🔥 | Bonus IV
SFW Alphabet | NSFW Alphabet ❤️🔥
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Fandom: Geese/Music RPF
Main Pairing: Cameron Winter x fem!oc
Summary: Best friends since senior year of high school, Cameron and Allison are the epitome of will they/won't they. When she complains that they never got to have a real prom, Cam takes matters into his own hands.
Status: Completed (bonus chapters are possible)
Word count: 33,363
Chapter count: 9
Last updated: 10/05/2026
☆ Hanging Up My Heart ☆
Fandom: The Allman Brothers Band/Classic Rock RPF
Main Pairing: Duane Allman x fem!oc/named!reader
Summary: You're content traveling with the Allman Brothers, but when your best friend and fellow groupie chooses to leave to tour with Traffic, will you go with her or stay behind?
Status: Completed
Word count: 3,544
Chapter count: 1
Last updated: 20 May 2023
☆ Let Me Mend the Past ☆
Fandom: King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard/Music RPF
Main Pairing: Ambrose Kenny-Smith x fem!reader/unnamed oc
Summary: Years after an adolescent one-night stand, you and Ambrose reunite.
Status: Completed
Word count: 6,118
Chapter count: 1
Last updated: 29 March 2022
☆ The Earth From a Distance ☆
Fandom: Hozier/Music RPF
Main pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x fem!oc
Summary: Gráinne moved to Dunbur to escape her past, to live quietly and write, and wallow in all the grief she had acquired. Andrew has other ideas…
Status: Uncertain - it works as a one shot, but I may write more at some stage
Word count: 3,664
Chapter count: 1
Last updated: 26 November 2024
☆ We Share the Same Sky ☆
Fandom: Black Country New Road/Music RPF
Main pairing: Isaac Wood x fem!oc
Summary: Isaac and Ellie are old friends from highschool who reconnect and rapidly fall in love.
Status: Uncertain (published exclusively on AO3 due to harassment I have experienced)
Word count: 39,586
Chapter count: 10
Last updated: 9 November 2024
Other Fandoms
☆ The Craving ☆
Part II | Part III
Fandom: White Fang (1991)
Main pairing: Jack Conroy x fem!oc
Summary: Quinn has lived in the wild north since childhood, Jack is a city boy who just arrived. Will their differences be a source of attraction, or tear them apart?
Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates
Word count: 7226
Chapter count: 3
Last updated: 6 October 2024
☆ Entanglement Theory ☆
Bonus Chapter
Fandom: Sunshine (2007)
Main pairing: Robert Capa x fem!oc
Summary: Sleepless nights are common on Icarus II...
Status: Completed - open to more bonus chapters, ficlets etc
Word count: 6133
Chapter count: 2
Last updated: 30 August 2023
☆ The Grey Wind ☆
A Different Kind of Sacrament
Fandom: Vikings
Main pairing: Athelstan x fem!oc
Summary: Moments between Athelstan and Ylva on their journey from master and thrall to lovers.
Status: Ongoing - story to be published out of chronological order
Word count: 1154
Chapter count: 1
Last updated: 26 May 2025
☆ A Hazy Shade of Winter ☆
Part II
Fandom: The Holdovers
Main pairing: Angus Tully x fem!oc
Summary: Carol Hunham is stuck at Barton over the Christmas break with her strange and stuffy uncle. To make matters worse, a certain boy takes an immediate disliking to her.
Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates
Word Count: 4,556
Chapter count: 2
Last updated: 26 April 2024
☆ Midnight At Noonday ☆
Part II | Part III
Fandom: Dead Poet's Society
Main pairing: Various x fem!oc
Summary: Being the only girl in attendance at one of the most prestigious all-boys preparatory schools in the United States is not easy, but it has its perks. Follow along the plot of Dead Poets Society through the eyes of Clare Keating, the Captain's daughter.
Status: Ongoing - sporadic updates
Word count: 9295
Chapter count: 3
Last updated: 1 March 2024
☆ My Iron Lung ☆
Fandom: Mickey 17
Main pairing: Mickey Barnes x fem!oc
Summary: After a rough death, Mickey needs some TLC.
Status: Completed
Word count: 1,982
Chapter count: 1
Last updated: 17 April 2025
☆ Needy for a Weedy Shy Guy ☆
Fandom: Flight of the Conchords
Main pairing: Bret McKenzie x fem!oc
Summary: Bret has the post-breakup blues, and Jemaine is convinced he has the perfect solution...
Status: Completed
Word count: 3,193
Chapter count: 1
Last updated: 3 January 2025
☆ The Reaper ☆
Fandom: Frankenstein (2025)
Main pairing: The Creature/Adam/Frankenstein's Monster x fem!oc
Summary: After escaping the cruel grasp of his creator, the creature lurks amongst the millstones behind a cottage, watching and protecting the young woman who lives inside.
Status: Ongoing
Word count: 692
Chapter count: 1
Last updated: 19 November 2025
☆ The Wolf with the Red Roses ☆
Fandom: Harry Potter/Marauders
Main pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!oc
Summary: At the end of sixth year, the Marauders are set to perform a set at the graduation ball for their upperclassmen. It's a hot summer day and tensions are running high. What will happen when things unsaid come to the surface?
Status: Completed
Word count: 4425
Chapter count: 1
Last updated: 21 May 2025
I don't usually post previews, but I wanted to see if there's still an audience for our boy Barkovitch <3 please leave me a comment or press a nice button if you want to read more!
Edit: here's part one!
"Is your name really Birdie?" He giggles in that wriggling, breathless way. "Like, your mama really looked at your poor baby self and named you that?"
"No-"
"Leave her be, Barkovitch." McVries interrupts.
"Shut up, we're just talking!" He turns on his heel and barks.
"Pete, it's cool." I hold up my hand, not bothering to turn my head. I want to lay into him, but Barkovitch is already riled enough. "I happen to like him. No, Barky, my real name is Beatrice, but I never liked it none."
"Mm." He cocks his head. "Where'd Birdie come from, huh?"
"Well, the one thing I'm really good at is making music-"
"Ahh! You sing like a bird, right?"
"Yeah, well that's part of it. But, um, back home in Kentucky, we have this thing called a dulcimer. It's kinda like, y'know, a harp?" He nods. "Well, its like that, but you lay it out flat in your lap and play it like this-" I hold my hands out with my fingers bent as if to pluck a tune. "-and it makes your hands look like little bird feet when you play."
He giggles, head twitching in excitement as he mimics my posture.
"They sorta do, huh?"
I nod. I can't wipe this dumb smile off my face. He drops his hands awkwardly to his sides and walks on with this ponderous look on his face.
"Sing somethin' for me."
"No shot."
"C'mooooon!" He whines.
"No!" I laugh. "I barely got my breath as it is."
"Stuck up bitch." He mumbles. A moment later his hand flies up to his temple. Smack! "Sorry."
"It's okay." I want to take his hand and make him swear not to do that again. God, what's happening to me? "I think we're all a little strung out." He glances at me, wary now. "I'll teach you a game we used to play in school?"
One I Love, Two He Loves, Three He's True to Me | Gary Barkovitch
Part I
Part 1 | Part 2 coming soon...
ship: Gary Barkovitch x fem!OC
warnings: nothing yet
summary: All he ever wanted was a friend. That's all she wants too.
word count: 2930
a/n: What up? I really hope TLW nation is still a tiny bit active cause I need friends in this fandom lol. Just a quick disclaimer, I haven't read the book and I probably won't bc I'm not a big fan of Stephen King's writing, so I'll be making up my own lore and HCs for Gary. (EVERYONE RUN!! SHE'S TAKING A CREATIVE LIBERTY!!) For instance ik he's from DC in the book, but you can't tell me that boy is from anywhere but Florida in the movie. That's a swamp puppy. Anyway while I deploy my headcanons like heat seeking missiles, I just want to say that a lot of my ideas have probably been soaked up from the other Barky fics I've read, so please let me know if i use one of your ideas and you would like credit because I simply cannot remember where everything came from lol.
Dear Miss Beatrice Tucker
Congratulations!
Your voluntary submission to participate in the Long Walk has been accepted through lottery.
You now have the rare honour of representing your state in these economically desperate times.
We extend a special congratulation to you, our first female participant. We trust that your efforts will be an inspiration to the young women of our proud nation.
The entire nation will be watching the live broadcast with admiration and awe.
If you win, unimaginable riches and a single wish await – a chance to break free from today’s financial struggles and inspire the nation.
Please report to the starting line on May 1st by 8.00am.
Luck to you, Miss Tucker.
Day 1 - Mile 0
My guts have turned to water. They don’t talk about that in the interviews, how you spend the whole morning on the latrine before you start. I must have used it four times since I woke up at dawn. I fear I’ve ran out of things to evacuate, though my body keeps insisting I have to go again. The bucket in the corner of the shuttle bus looks tempting, but I know I won’t be successful, so I just look out the tiny grime stained window. The officers wouldn’t let me see the other participants before the event on account of my being female, and on account of the riots in the south. I don’t mind so much. There will be time to get to know the others when I arrive, not that it matters too much. Everybody knows I won’t be winning this.
The shuttle rattles to an abrupt stop. Good God. I’m here. I’m really here. I grip the chair. Why? What am I going to do? Refuse to get out? Will they drag me, kicking and screaming, to the starting line? The doors open, flooding the shadowed rear of the van with morning light. I wince, shielding my eyes as an officer in sunglasses offers his hand. I don’t take it, opting instead to jump the short distance myself. Fuck these people.
I glance around. Trees line the side of the road so thickly that I can’t see the way through. Officers with carbines line the big yellow gate that separates the drop off zone from the starting line. It would have frightened me a couple of weeks ago, but I’ve seen so many guns since they picked me up that I can’t bring myself to care. I have enough things to worry about, things that empty my lungs and rattle my heart as I walk. I keep my eyes glued in defiance to the ground as I stamp my way across the asphalt. Unbidden, a song finds its way to my mind. I play it softly on the strings of my brain as my feet form the rhythm.
Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a while.
I think I see my true love coming, ridin’ many a mile.
True love, have you brought me hope, or have you paid my fee?
Or have you come to see me hangin’ from the gallows tree?
“Well, I’ll be damned.” I look up at the sound of a young man’s voice. He’s dark complexioned and well-built, coming across the way with a beefier guy with red-brown hair. “You’re Beatrice Tucker, ain’t you?”
“Birdie.” I unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth and take his outstretched hand. “I go by Birdie.”
“Pretty name for a pretty lady.” A thin scar across his face mars his easy grin. “I’m Peter McVries.”
“It’s very good to meet you, Peter.” I turn to his companion. “And you are?”
“Ray Garraty.” He trips a little in his haste to shake my hand. Bad sign.
“Keep your footing, Ray.” I say it kindly enough, but it still makes his freckled cheeks go ruddy. “Sorry, I didn’t-”
“No, no. You’re right.” He offers a snaggle-toothed smile as he signs in his backpack. “I’m getting all my stumbles out early.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The boys go ahead of me as I get my bag checked. There’s not a hell of a lot in there. Just food, a second jacket, and my toy dog I’ve had since I was a baby. I’ll be damned if I die without my little toy dog. I take a moment to scope things out. I do a head count. It seems that everyone is here already, and they all look more or less fit and healthy. They’re all standing or sitting in clumps, bar a couple who wait alone.
“Oh, shit!” Someone says as I come through the gate. “It’s the girl!”
There’s nigh on fifty boys waiting along the road, and every one of them looks up at me. For a moment, all I can do is stare back at pairs upon pairs of hungry eyes. Then, Pete speaks up.
“Birdie Tucker, gentlemen.” He makes a sweeping gesture at me. “Finest set of balls I ever saw on a woman.”
Own it. Something inside of me says. I put on my sweetest smile and take a small bow. Several boys giggle, some scoff, and some do nothing at all. But a few, led by Pete, give me a round of applause. I don’t love being a spectacle, but I suppose everyone has already heard of me and come to believe their own notions about me, so who really cares.
“Check out Superman.” Ray remarks as I fold down beside him.
“Yeah, he built.” Pete agrees.
‘Superman’ is a guy in a white tank top with thick, defined arms. I can tell he’s tall from the way his long legs are folded awkwardly next to him. He shoves something into his mouth, chewing it fast like food is going out of fashion. He shoots us a glare, but his little baker boy cap keeps him from looking too frightening. His gaze settles on me, sweeping up and down as if to size me up. I look away and start digging around in my bag.
“No body fat on that guy, Jesus.” Ray sounds defeated and we haven’t even begun. “He’ll be tough to beat.”
“Body fat can be good.” I find the sandwich I made last night with the last of my cold cuts and a shit load of butter. I glance up at Superman. He’s not watching, but I know he’s listening. “Lots of energy in fat. Keeps you warm too.”
“That’s true.” Pete points a finger in my direction.
I nod in acknowledgement and put the other half of my sandwich away. I’m not hungry, but I know I need to stock up on calories. I take a bite. It’s good for what it is, a mish-mash of sausage, ham and chicken. I set it down next to me and stretch out my left leg, bowing down to touch my fingers to my toes. I hold my pose until a tingling warmth settles from my calf through my hamstring, then repeat it on the other leg.
“Hey, what’s your name?” Ray asks Superman. He’s more game than I am.
“Stebbins.” He looks around warily. He meets my eyes again. I sit up straighter, close my eyes and put my hands behind my head, lacing my fingers and pushing my elbows back to stretch my chest. When I open my eyes, Stebbins nods in approval.
“Jesus, Stebbins,” An Asian guy pipes up in a thick New York accent. So thick in fact that he calls the guy ‘Shtebbins.’ “You some kinda fitness nut?”
He glares at nothing and fixes his cap in a sharp, jerky motion.
“Well, I don’t think he wants to talk.” Pete drawls, snickering.
“Yeah alright, well fine by me.” The Asian guy waves him off, peeling a little orange fruit in his lap. “I don’t give a shit. Hank Olson’s the name, walking’s my game.”
Ray and Pete exchange names. I don’t bother. Pete took care of that for me.
“I’m Art Baker.” Another boy pipes up. He looks like Pete in some superficial ways, but he’s softer and prettier, full of soft-spoken southern charm. If Pete had been wrapped up in cotton wool his whole life, he might look something like Baker. “Pleasure to meet y’all.”
“It’s fuckin’ terrifying ain’t it?” Pete remarks.
My gaze slips past Baker to the boy next to him, sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce. He’s a slight little thing with a mop of shaggy blond hair and his top button done up. He’s looking at me already with these big tired eyes that drop to his lap as soon as I catch him staring. He taps his spoon on the bottom of his Thermos like a nervous tic.
“Yeah.” Baker glances around. “I ain’t tryna think about it too much. Just wanna walk, and maybe make some friends.”
The boy next to him perks up at the mention of friends, sucking nervously on his spoon. He looks back at me, cheeks turning warm pink when he sees I’m already watching him. I force myself to look away. He has such a sweet, open face. I don’t want to get attached, but knowing me, I already have. I can’t help it, the way I feed strays. Instead, I turn my attention to the kid who’s pacing beside Pete. He’s little, probably fifteen or sixteen, and very clearly terrified.
“Hey, hey. You okay?” Ray asks.
The kid looks around, sharp edged and nervy.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you’re pacing. Are you okay?”
“I’m just getting warmed up.” He tries to look confident as he smiles. He looks so much like my little cousin.
“Got a few hundred miles to get warmed up when we start.” Pete muses. “What’s your name?”
“Curly.” He looks embarrassed.
“Okay, Curly.” Ray’s voice is level, serious. “How old are you?”
“…eighteen.”
“Yeah, he lied to qualify.” Hank drones. “Kid, if you’re a day over sixteen, I’ll eat my fuckin’ shoes. Oop- sorry. Lady’s present.”
It takes a moment to realise he’s talking about me.
“Hey, I’ve heard worse. Said worse, too.”
“I like this girl.” Hank points to me as Curly grabs his bag and storms off. God, he looks so small. “Look at him. Poor fucker don’t know what the fuck he’s doin’ here. Now, me? I know exactly what the fuck I’m doin’ here. Gotta be aggressive. I-I did my research on the Major, he says you wanna win this you gotta be raring to rip! Fuck, boys, I am raring to rip!”
“Fuck, boys, I am raring to rip!” Pete does a scary good impression of him. We all giggle, Hank included.
“Fuck you!” He flips him off, but he’s fighting a smile.
“Raring to rip!” The little guy next to Baker giggles, wriggling in his seat. “You sound like my meemaw on the bowl in the morning, man! Right, guys?”
Everyone goes silent. It’s horrible, like when you watch those comedian people on the TV and they bomb real bad. Blondie looks around with his sad eyes, searching for approval. When he looks at me, I smile, but it only makes him blush and glare at the ground.
“The fuck is a meemaw?” Hank gawps.
“Fuck you, I was just… fuckin’ around.” He squirms.
“Are you dense or something?” I snap, the words falling out before I can catch them. I laugh a little to soften my tone. “I mean, how can you not know what a meemaw is? God damn yankees.”
“Chick is crazy.” He scoffs, waving me off.
Me and the blond guy are looking at each other again. He’s got this look on his face like I just pulled him from a burning building. I smile at him, but it hurts my face, my heart and everything else. He flattens his mouth briefly into something like a smile, but it fades fast as he drops his gaze to his lap, shovelling another spoonful into his mouth. Poor, sweet boy.
Our little moment is rudely interrupted by the rumble of an approaching vehicle.
“Here he comes.” Baker points down the road.
The Major comes rolling in, standing on the passenger seat of an open jeep. I’ve seen the fucker on TV a million times, but nothing could have prepared me for the type of cold, leg-locking dread that settles over the group. It’s not a chilly morning, but I start to shiver as Blondie gets to his feet. This shit is real. Ray puts on his hat, pulling it down over his face like it might hide him. I fumble to wrap up my sandwich and stick it in the front pocket of my jacket. I only ate a couple bites.
“Sit down, boys.” The major’s voice is rough, harsh like a diesel engine. He’s hidden his eyes under dark sunglasses and a military cap. He’s like a machine. A bleak, steel machine. “Keep hint thirteen in mind.”
“Hint number thirteen, that’s conserve energy wherever possible.”
“Shut up, Olson.” Pete’s voice is high-wire tense. “We all read the rule book.”
“As I call your name, step forward and take your tags.” The Major bellows. “Put ‘em around your neck and then go back to your place until I instruct otherwise. Ewing, James. Number one.”
He calls the boys up one at a time. I don’t understand the order. It doesn’t seem to be alphabetical, by name or state. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I learn that Blondie’s name is Gary Barkovitch. He gets shakily to his feet and snatches up his number five dog tags. When he returns, he stands right by me; arms crossed, not looking my way, but it’s still oddly comforting that he’s there. It takes a hell of a long time to call my name.
“Tucker, ‘Birdie’ Beatrice. Number fifty.”
I haul myself to my feet, swallow the dry in my throat, and shuffle through the crowd of boys. I can feel them all looking at me, but I study my feet. My boots are well broken, scuffed up, but strong. The most expensive things I’ve ever bought. When I accept my tags, I look up at the Major. He isn’t looking. Of course he isn’t. His face is cold, still, and focused. I shake off the chills and make my way back to Barkovitch. He’s taller than me by a stretch now that we’re on our feet. Not as little as I thought.
“Lucky last.” He says it in an exaggerated stage whisper.
“Thanks.” I mutter. “I’m gonna need all the luck I can get.”
“Fellas, line up by fives, in no particular order.”
We shuffle into a line. Barkovitch hovers close by, ensuring we’re next to each other.
“Boys,” The Major growls. Really, growls. He sounds like a farming generator. “It takes heavy, heavy sack to sign up for this contest. You’ve all got it. You’re men now. Tucker included.” It makes my skin crawl to be singled out. Barkovitch scoffs lightly, not in a mean way. “As you all know, our country as been in a period of financial struggle since the war. We did the first Long Walk all those years ago to inspire and re-int-e-grate the value of work ethic!” The Major shakes his fist, flecks of spit flying from his jowls.
A few officers move among us, handing out utility belts and funny little watches that display the time along with our mileage and walking speed. The Major rambles on while I do up my belt, but I’m only half listening. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. My heart feels like it’s about to explode. I fumble to do up my watch, but my fingers are trembling and wet with sweat. The leather band slips from my grip and hits the asphalt. I scramble to grab it. Barkovitch is watching me when I stand up.
“Hey.” I whisper. “Hey, my hands are shaking. Can you help me?”
He looks around warily, but nods and steps closer. With gentle hands, he wraps the strap around my wrist, flinching slightly each time his skin brushes mine.
“Too tight?” Again, the stage whisper.
“No. No, it’s good. Thank you.”
He nods tersely toward the Major just as the others cheer for something he said.
“Now, I’m not going to go through the whole rule book, but it boils down to this: walk until there’s only one of you left. Maintain a speed of three miles per hour. If you fall below the speed, you get a warning. If you can’t make speed in ten seconds, you get an additional warning. Three warnings, you get your ticket. Walk one hour at speed, one warning is erased and so on. If you step off the pavement you will get your ticket without warning. The goal is to last the longest. There’s one winner and no finish line. Any of you can win! Any of you can do it if you walk long and steady enough. If you refuse to give up! I look at each and every one of you and I see hope. Now, boys. Who’s set to fuckin’ win?”
A few of us cheer. I cross my arms over my chest, my organs want to jump out of my body so I have to hug them in.
“I said, WHO’S READY TO FUCKIN’ WIN?”
The crowd cheers, but there’s dread in those voices. I stay quiet. The Major raises his pistol.
BANG!
The kid to my right lays down a little green paper crane on the grey asphalt as I take the first step of the journey that will last the rest of my life.
So i heard that Geese played Primavera and it started raining and they got all wet, which means that He got all wet. I will not be saying anything more on it publically but just know that I know and that I'm thinking about it.
I kinda want to read The Long Walk novel but I genuinely can't stand Stephen King. I think he's a pervert and he's relentless in his quest to objectify any and every woman who enters his narratives. I can only hope that bc there's nearly no female characters in TLW that it might get away from that somewhat
