Shame's Only Daughter

A Song of Ice and Fire (and Related Fandoms)

☆ The Crimson King ☆

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 ❤️‍🔥

Read the Q&A and patch notes

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

☆ I Don't Know Why I Bite ☆

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Fandom: The Long Walk Main pairing: Gary Barkovitch x fem!oc Summary: Birdie Tucker is the first girl to ever participate in the Long Walk. She never expected to meet someone like Gary Barkovitch along the way. Status: Ongoing Word Count: 15,228 Chapter count: 6 Last updated: 14 June 2026

☆ 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 ☆

Day 2 – Mile 67

It’s full morning now, overcast and cool. It’s a nice change from the cloistering heat of the previous day, but my joints ache and my muscles sometimes start up screaming at me to stop. We’re approaching a low slope, on the crest of which two kids are perched on pushbikes. I raise my hand and muster a smile, though I can’t help but imagine that in a few years, those little boys will be old enough to sign up for this thing. Maybe one of them will get a canned letter in the mail, offering him a special place in hell. They don’t wave back, or even smile, just watch us as we battle to overcome the shallow rise. Gary grins, rubbing his nose with the back of his sleeve. He produces a spoon from his pocket and breathes hah, hah, hah on the curve of it, then hangs it on the end of his nose. It makes me smile, in spite of it all. I love him so fiercely that the burning of it covers up the pain.

“Fuck’s wrong with them, huh?” He rolls his eyes, pocketing his spoon. “That shit used to crack up my little cousins.”

“I thought it was funny.” I smile weakly.

“Nah, you ain’t laughin’.” He pokes my arm.

“Too tired to laugh.”

“Okay, princess.” He rolls his eyes. “You had a hell of a sleep before the hill last night, and you slept again this morning. How much do you need, huh?”

“I can never get enough.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t get enough of you, and you ain’t see me complaining.”

“Think you’re a smooth talker now, huh?” I reach up and tuck a stray piece of hair into his bandanna behind his ear. He blushes fiercely.

“I-I, well, um- y-y’know, I was just- f-fuck…” He bites into his lip. “You’re a fuckin’ bitch, y’know that?”

I just smile and run my thumb over his cheek. His eyes flutter half closed as he leans into my touch. He whines softly as I pull my hand away, drifting closer to me to put an arm around my shoulders and pull me into his side. He leans down and nuzzles his face into my hair. It has mostly all escaped my ponytail by now. Just a crow’s nest of dark, matted curls. It probably stinks. Sour with fear-sweat. If it does, he doesn’t seem to mind. All the pain, the exhaustion, it’s like static on those big box TVs they have at the public house. I wish there was a bartender here to slap me on the side until the picture clears. I tilt my face up to look at him. With the grey light behind him and all that golden hair, he looks like an angel fallen down in the dust. He smiles, and that’s all the strength I need.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Stebbins speaks up, voice thick with congestion. “Just like cattle in the slaughter line.”

“What’s he talkin’ about?” Gary asks mildly.

“Just trying to stir me up, aren’t you, Stebbins?” He doesn’t deny it. I turn and smile at him. He looks terrible. There’s dark circles under his eyes and he’s gone pale but for the redness on his nose and chapped lips. “Hey, how many’d we lose on the hill last night?”

“Fuck you askin’ me for?”

“Hey, watch your fuckin’ mouth around my girl.” Barky turns, claws out. “She asked you a fuckin’ question.”

Stebbins smiles serenely. “Get your dog, Miss Tucker.”

“The fuck did you just say to me?!”

“Stebbins!” I turn on him, jabbing my finger in his direction. “Don’t talk about him like that, for fuck sake! I figured you’re the one to ask about that kind of thing, but if you’re gonna be like that, I’d rather stay in the dark.”

He raises his eyebrows. I turn away and lay my head on Gary’s arm.

“Fourteen.” Stebbins says at last. “There’s eighteen left.”

I nod, looking back at him again.

“I knew you’d know.”

That makes him smile, and the smile makes him cough.

“You okay?”

“Hay-fever.”

“Fuckin’ Superman gets hay-fever?” Gary sneers.

“Yes, I get fuckin’ hay-fever.” He snaps. “Didn’t I tell you to put a leash on that thing?”

“Fuck you!”

I put my face in my hands as they go on bickering, opting instead to tune into whatever the Musketeers are talking about.

“Hey, Olson!” Pete calls out, disgustingly chipper. “Hey, Hank!”

“C’mon. C’mon, McVries.” Art placates. “Leave him alone, man. He ain’t had a good night, he ain’t doin’ so well either.”

I cast a glance over my shoulder. Hank is shuffling along like a dead man walking. His hand is tucked up under his jacket as though he’s sprained it. Shit, did he fall down on the hill last night?

“Hey, how’d you sleep today?” Pete beams. He’s compensating, I can tell. “Huh? ‘Cause I slept just fuckin’ great! Hey! Olson! You wanna go for a walk?”

“Go to hell.” Hank mutters.

“C’mon, what? What’d ya say?”

“…hell… I said fuckin’ go to hell!” His voice grates in his throat. It’s devastating. Why can’t we all just lay down? How is this shit even happening?

“Just tryna keep it interesting.” Pete still has this shit-eating tone in his voice.

Warning. Warning 49.

My stomach drops. Harkness. Shit, I forgot all about Harkness! He went down on the hill last night. I guess I must have figured he stayed there. I turn to look back, he’s still on the crest of the ridge, limping terribly.

“M-my ankle!” He sobs. “My ankle is all twisted up.”

I squint. Sure enough, his foot is sideways to his body and covered by a bloody sock. I wince, clutching my sides. Gary puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. I guess he thinks I might bolt down there. No. There’s no point in that now. Harkness is lost.

Warning. Second warning 49.

I want to turn around, keep walking, close my heart, cover my ears, but I can’t. I’ve caught his eye. He’s locked onto me, weeping, pleading with his eyes.

“Come on, Harkness!” Ray calls out. “Just keep it moving. One foot in front of the other. You got this.”

I shake my head. That isn’t what he needs.

“Rich!” I call out. “We love you, Rich!”

The two little boys are still up on the ridge on their pushbikes. This will change them forever. I hope they stay. I hope they see this with their child eyes and learn that this is not a thing of glory. We all die broken on the unforgiving road.

“Ay, get out of here!” Art shouts, waving his arms. “Yeah, you! Get out of here! You don’t wanna see this! Get!”

Rich falls to his knees, heavy against the blacktop. Gary snaps a photo. I don’t mind anymore. Someone needs to document it, to make it real. That person might have been Richard with his book. Hell, perhaps Gary’s meemaw might have donated his negatives to be included in the publication. Richard Harkness, your words could have changed the world, now there’s only Gary.

Warning. Third warning, 49. Final warning.

Art is still screaming at those kids. Harkness clambers to his feet. It’s fruitless. He’ll never make pace.

“It’s okay, Rich!” My face is hot and sticky with tears. “You can lay down now.”

He nods, a soft kind of acceptance showing through the tears.

“I-I-I’m gonna go… go ho-”

BANG!

He goes down, gore spraying from the hole in his head. He falls to his knees, then down to the ground. He looks relieved. Oh, what wouldn’t I give to just lay down? Gary coaxes me to turn around, tear my gaze away from Richard’s sleeping form. He kisses the top of my head. It’s enough.

“It’s so fucked. This thing is so fucked! It’s all so FUCKED!” Ray erupts.

“You’re too emotional Garraty.” Stebbins coughs. “That’ll get you in the end.”

“You know, you hardly talk and when you do it’s just fuckin’ garbage.” Pete barks. “Think a fuckin’ cold motherfucker like that would just probably win the whole thing. Harkness, man. Poor Harkness.”

“Why don’t you write him a fuckin’ poem, then?” Gary muses. I tense up. Pete won’t like his tone. “Actually, y’know what? You should write him a song, songwriter.”

“Why don’t you kiss my ass, killer?”

“Hey, don’t fuckin’ say that shit, man!” Barky snaps. “You’re fuckin’ wrong to say that, man, I’m not wrong, you’re fuckin’ wrong, man.”

“Oh, yeah? What you gone do?”

“Shut up!” My voice tears in my throat. “Shut the fuck up! Both of you shut up! Christ! Rich just died! Can’t I have a moment to mourn him without you f-fuckin’ antagonising each other?!” I turn to the tanks, searching for the Major, though it seems he has retired to his chambers. “Hey! Hey, you! On the tank! You better take real good care of that notebook of Richard’s! ‘Cause if I ever get out of this alive, I’m gonna wish for it! Do you hear me?!”

None of the officers move or respond, but I know they heard me. I’m not going to make it. I know it, they know it too. But maybe I can get them to take good enough care of it that one day his family could publish what he has. I think of Ewing. He must be in that book somewhere. If I could just protect it, maybe the world would remember him. God. I’m so sorry, Ewing.

“I… I-I’m sorry.” Barky turns to look at Pete. He’s blurry through the tears, but I can see a genuine look of regret on his face. “I, uh… I never meant it like that, y’know, man? I-I just never thought there was any point in-in standin’ around bein’ all sad, y’know?” He giggles nervously. I can tell this is hard for him. “I-I think you really should write him a song, man. M-maybe Birdie can sing it with you, huh?”

Pete says nothing. Gary turns away and studies his feet.

“You got somethin’ to say, McVries?” I shoot him a glare. He blinks slowly, almost rolling his eyes. “Go on.”

“Sorry.” He holds my gaze when he says it.

“No. Say it to him.”

He smiles bitterly, tongue darting to the corner of his mouth.

“Barkovitch.” Gary turns to look at him, shoulders hunched and cagey. “I’m gone write him a song. That’s a good idea.” He swallows, as if to steady himself. When he speaks, his voice is tense and measured. I can’t read if it’s sincere. “I apologise.”

Gary nods sharply and turns to me, big blue eyes seeking approval. I smile reassuringly. The corners of his mouth soften at the gesture. Sweet boy. I pat his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under my thumb. I glance over my shoulder. Pete’s face is disapproving, indignant even. So is Ray’s, but he’s softer and sadder. Oh, Ray. Just look a little to your left. There’s the one you want.

My gaze is drawn just behind them. Hank is still hobbling down the road, head bowed and bobbing limply with his movements. He might be sleeping. I’ve never seen what a person looks like when they sleepwalk. It might be just like that. I couldn’t protect Harkness or Ewing, but Hank is still here, still moving. I can do something for him, I know it.

“Honeybee?” I turn to Gary. He turns ruby red with the nickname.

“Yeah? Um, uh… s-sugar-britches?”

I snicker. “Sugar-britches?”

“Fuck you…” He mutters. “I don’t know what to call you. I ain’t never had a… whatever you are.”

“It’s okay.” I bump my forehead into his arm. “I like it.”

“Y-you do?”

“I do.”

“Well, I’m gonna think of a bunch more, then.” He grins, determined. “I’m gonna be so sweet, you gone catch toothache.”

I’m struck by a sudden wave of sadness. How much more time do I have with him? Long enough to think of a dozen nicknames? A score? How long can my ruined feet carry me? I want to sleep forever, but I will keep myself alive for now, just to know him for a few more hours.

“That won’t be hard for you, sweetums.” I reach up and pinch his cheek. He smiles like I’m made of sunlight. “I’m gonna check on Olson, alright?”

“Come back soon, mm?” He takes my hand and kisses it, long and slow. “I’ll miss you like… like- starving.”

“Miss you too.” I admit. “I think I missed you for years, actually.”

I squeeze his hand one last time and slow my pace. Hank doesn’t look up when I step in line with him. I lean over and look at him closely. He’s squinting a little, but his eyes are open.

“Hey, Hank.” I say softly, afraid to startle him.

“Fuck off.” He mutters.

“Hank. It’s only me.”

“I know who the fuck you are.” He manages a glance from the corner of his eye. “I said fuck off.”

It stings. Bad. I swallow it down.

“What is it?” I know what it is. I need to hear him say it. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” He sighs. “I saw you on the hill last night with that-that freak. Laughing. Jumping over dead kids? Wh-what kind of person… just- just fuck off, okay? I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Shut up!” He snaps, turning his accusing eyes on me. “Just fuck off! Your fuckin’ boyfriend’s probably waiting for you back there.”

“O-okay. I’ll go.” I swing my backpack off and dig around for a piece of cereal slice. One of the guards at the holding place gave it to me over a game of cards on my last night there. She said her mother made it. She said she hoped I’d win. “But, um. Hank, before I go, do you have any allergies? Oth-other than the spam?”

He says nothing.

“I’d really like to know, ‘cause I came to give you this um… this cereal stuff. It’s got like, Cheerios and… I dunno, seeds and shit in it.” I lean over and put it in his pocket. “It’s just in case they give you more spam today.”

He keeps his gaze fixed ahead, but I see something shift in his expression. His jaw feathers and his eyes harden again.

“I love you, Hank. Okay?” His face is unchanged. “I’m still here for you, if you ever need me.”