The winds of war howl across the realm, their icy breath whispering tales of betrayal and blood. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm's Delight, has been cruelly cast from her rightful throne, her crown sullied by the treachery of the Hightowers of Oldtown. A usurper sits the Iron Throne, a pretender clad in green, while the true Queen's black banners rise in defiance. Across the Seven Kingdoms, dragons soar as messengers of vengeance, calling loyal houses to arms, their shadows darkening the lands below. Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of the Queen, stands on the precipice of manhood, his heart burdened with duty and fire. He knows his role well - a prince, a dragonrider, and a weapon forged for his mother's cause. Mounted upon Vermax, his emerald-scaled fury, Jacaerys is among the first to take wing. His destination: the North, where the cold bites deeper than the sharpest blade. To Winterfell he flies to snow-laden halls and Stark hospitality, seeking swords and oaths to bolster his Queen's claim. You have lived your life beneath the gray skies and towering walls of Winterfell. The North is in your blood - its frozen forests, its relentless winds, its unyielding ice. Here, amid the frigid stone and hearthfires, you have found a sanctuary of warmth and family, shared with your young sister and the half-brother who watches over you like a wolf to its pack. But when the dragon descends from the heavens, bearing fire and war upon its back, the North you know will not be the only thing to feel the pangs of war. You will never be the same. In which [Y/N] Stark is the younger half-sister to Cregan Stark. Story begins upon Jacaerys's visit to the Wall. Tried to keep physical descriptions vague (for all my lovely poc readers!) and as minimal use of [Y/N] as I could get away with... Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same name Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon, canon divergence, alternate ending (blacks win, jace survives)

Big brother Nick Folio isn't pleased when he discovers his little sisters career choice. What happens when she's pulled from the life she's made for herself and shoved into her brother's world.

Emory Richards has cancer. She is going to die, and soon. She's made her peace with it, until she finds an unexpected friend on a job. A friend who insists on being there for all of her group sessions and infusion treatments. She doesn't want to fall in love with Noah, but that's not how fate works.

Careful what you wish for sequel when Lillian and Noah gain custody of Lillian's cousin's daughter Mia and they settle into married life, what will bad omens become? It takes a village, to be a family.

when Lillian attends the last warped tour ever, she meets no one other than Noah. "Tell me every terrible thing you ever did. Let me love you anyway."

BOOK TWO After a heartbreaking breakup, Noah Sebastian finds the strength to move on and do what he does best with his band, which is touring the world. When the guys go to Canada for their last tour of the year, Noah sees that someone he was missing all this time...... *** MATURE CONTENT SMUT/ROMANCE/STEAMY, SUCIDE CONVERSATION, DRUG ABUSE, ALCOHOL ABUSE, AND LANGUAGE**** "whatever you do, don't leave me to fade away again. I don't know if I can go through that again" "that wasn't my choice, it was yours...." CHECK OUT CHAPTER 3>>>>

It's Sarah's first Hard Rock concert and she gets to see Bad Omens and there he was...

After a fan passes out at a Bad Omens concert, lead singer Noah Sebastian stops the concert to make sure she's okay. Neither of them ever anticipated where this coincidental meeting would take the two.

Connar O'Neil was only supposed to be on tour for six weeks - a last-minute hire as Bad Omens' temporary photographer after their regular guy got mono and a minor identity crisis. She expected chaos, sure. What she didn't expect was Jolly Karlsson: the quiet guitarist with dry wit, a brooding stare, and a wicked talent for both guitar solos and sexier, more... manual things. One wrong tour bus game of "Never Have I Ever," a misplaced pair of panties in the green room, and a couple of loud nights in hotel rooms later, and the entire crew knows what's up. Except, maybe, for Jolly and Connar themselves.

(COMPLETED) Raphaella Arcega never meant for anyone to see him the way she did - quiet, distant, lost in his own world as he waited at the airport gate. She was just passing time with a sketch, the way she always did, tracing the outlines of strangers who would never know they'd been captured in ink. But this time was different. Because the man in her drawing wasn't just anyone - he was Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson, guitarist of Bad Omens. What started as a simple sketch turned into a ripple across the internet, and soon, a message she never expected arrived in her inbox. One conversation led to another - soft, careful, hesitant. Like guitar feedback humming in the background, their words lingered long after they were sent. Somewhere between lines on paper and strings of music, between sketches and late-night messages, two worlds began to weave quietly together. And maybe, just maybe, the noise between them was never noise at all. It was harmony waiting to be heard.