Letty Milkovich grew up around the club. It's all she has known. All the guys joked saying she is Happy's old lady. But they both claim that they are just friends. What will happen when Letty becomes Happy's old lady?

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

You had been betrothed to Cregan stark at the start of the war. He was the noble and honourable stark that he was he supported your mother claim without restraint. So much so your mother saw it fit to betroth the two of you. So when disaster strikes and you and your younger brother are the only two survivors, you a shipped of north in your grief, leaving only Cregan to heal your wounds.

Cregan Stark/Targaryen OC *not a self insert* Timelines have been changed so ages better match up. OC and Cregan Stark are of similar ages and any smut happens with characters that are adults 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 For the first time since fleeing Old Valyria, Daenys is named to honour the woman who saved the Targaryen lineage from extinction. Unfortunately, the curse of foresight follows the name directly to the child who inherited it. Dragon dreams are not clear. There is no book on the subject, no sign to look for. Many do not believe the dreamers have ever existed. Daenys is cursed with the burden of dreams depicting destruction and the fall of her family. She is cursed with callings that cannot be ignored, a pull stronger than she can resist. Mad. Wicked. Insane. Defective. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 The ways of Old Valyria were right to be destroyed in the Doom. Their blood magic and rituals are words Daenys will never repeat. But she will do what she must to preserve the legacy of her forefather no matter that it might leave her scarred, suffering, and alone. Until there is a man brave enough to stand by her side and embrace her as Daenys. Madness, dreams, blood magic, and all. Wolf and dragon. Ice and fire. Loyalty and sacrifice. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

*COMPLETE* The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen is sent on an impossible mission with her twin brother, Jacerys Velaryon, to Winterfell to gather troops and allies for Rhaenyra's upcoming war for the crown that she rightfully deserves. Alana Velaryon is stubborn like her mother. But no one is as stubborn and cold as Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of The North and Lord of Winterfell. Jacerys builds a bond with the Winter Wolf but Alana finds herself an enemy in him. That is until Rhaenyra receives interesting terms from the Greens. Wed Alana to Aemond and name Alana as heir to the throne and both sides will drop their swords. Alana, unable to stomach the thought of marrying Aemond Targaryen, decided to make a deal with Cregan Stark. She can't wed Aemond if she is already married. A strictly political marriage with the wolf of the north and consummating it in order to not wed Prince Aemond. Although it only causes for a bigger war within the war. Rhaenyra and her daughter go head-to-head and Cregan is stuck in the center of it all. **TW!! ALL MY STORIES ARE 18+ BEWARE OF SMUT, DEATH, CHILD LOSS, AND OTHER SENSITIVE SUBJECTS.** I DO NOT OWN CHARACTERS ASIDE FROM MY OWN OC!

They call my uncle the Anvil. They call my betrothed the Brightflame. They call my brother the Young Prince. They do not know what to call me. I am Visenya of House Targaryen-seventeen years of age, only daughter of Prince Baelor Breakspear and Princess Jena, sister to Valarr, granddaughter to King Daeron the Good. Where my father and brother wear their brown Dornish blood plainly in their dark hair-Valarr marked with that curious white streak behind his right ear-I bear the old Valyrian look without apology. Silver-white hair. Storm-grey eyes. The blood of the dragon written clear as flame. My father, Baelor Targaryen, is heir to the Iron Throne. My uncle, Maekar Targaryen, broods at Summerhall with his sons-Daeron the Dreamer, Aerion Brightflame, Aemon the upcoming maester, and little Aegon. My brother Valarr stands one heartbeat away from being Prince of Dragonstone. And I- I am promised to Aerion Targaryen. Promised since I was ten. The realm sees it as a strength-binding the lines of Baelor and Maekar closer still. Fire braided into fire. But the court whispers. They always whisper. They whisper of Aerion's cruelty. They whisper of Daeron's dreams. They whisper of Maekar's temper. They whisper of my father's mercy being mistaken for weakness. And soon, they will whisper of Ashford. The great tourney at Ashford Meadow will draw every knight with a scrap of pride and every lord with a hunger for spectacle. Hedge knights seeking glory. Princes seeking dominance. The smallfolk seeking distraction. My father says it is a celebration of peace beneath King Daeron's wise rule. My uncle says tourneys breed folly. My betrothed says he will make them kneel. I have seen how Aerion smiles when he speaks of kneeling. I do not yet know that I will meet Ser Duncan the Tall. I do not yet know that little Aegon-Egg-will follow him. I do not yet know that a single act of cruelty beneath a bright tourney sun will fracture our family before the eyes of the realm.

❝Who is she really, bastard or princess, Velaryon or Targaryen?❞ 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. tw: incest themes tw: morally dark content #houseofthedragon #aemondtargaryenxfemaleoc #fanfiction Started: 11/21/22 Ended: 05/07/24

Baelon Targaryen was the elder twin of Prince Aegon and the firstborn son of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower. Yet despite Baelon's seniority, Viserys remained steadfast in his decision to name his half-sister, Princess Rhaenyra, as heir to the Iron Throne. The choice ignited whispers across the realm, sharpened by the scandalous rumors that swirled around Rhaenyra's closeness with her uncle, Daemon Targaryen. By then, Baelon and Aegon were little more than infants, too young to understand the storm brewing around their family. As he grew, Baelon became all too aware of the court's ceaseless speculation-particularly concerning Rhaenyra's children. Her firstborn daughter, Princess Aemma Velaryon, was born scarcely a year after her marriage to Laenor Velaryon. Some swore Aemma was Laenor's trueblood child, while others claimed she, like her younger siblings, was fathered by Ser Harwin Strong. Though Laenor acknowledged them all as his own, doubt clung to Aemma's parentage like smoke. Despite the enmity between their mothers, Aemma and Baelon forged an unshakable bond. Both Alicent and Rhaenyra warned their children to keep apart-whether out of political caution, mistrust, or the fear of scandal-but such commands only fueled their defiance. They slipped through the cracks of Red Keep vigilance, finding each other in shadowed corridors and moonlit chambers. Together they explored the streets of King's Landing, wandering far from watchful eyes into the bustling markets and even the notorious Street of Silk. By night, they crept into each other's rooms, whispering secrets until dawn. Their meetings were reckless, dangerous, and forbidden-but never once were they discovered. Within the heart of a family divided by crowns and claims, Baelon and Aemma carved out a secret world that belonged only to them....

Aerea Velaryon, eldest child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, was raised to be a dutiful princess, groomed to one day marry her uncle, Prince Aegon, but when her other uncle takes an interest in the princess, her life forever changes its path. But will the claws of his power hungry mother and grandfather keep Prince Aemond from her heart? Warning: this story contains some implied sexual assault, murder, and Otto Hightower. Also, if it's italicized, 9/10 the characters are speaking in High Valyrian. Annnnnnnnnnnd once the story is finished I'm going to add songs that fit the scenes I wrote. Each chapter has a different one!