#oc: lyanna stark

[writingbylee]

hi hello i think it’s time that i actually introduce all of my OCs? because i truly have so many and i never actually talk about half of them. so below you will find all my OCs! along with short bullet point explanations of their characters. if they have an OC sheet, that’ll be linked— as well as any fic i have posted about them. i’ve also included links to my vibes page (@vibesforlee) where i’ve got tags for each of my OCs.

Fandoms Below Include: Star Wars, A Song of Ice and Fire, Percy Jackson, Marvel, Chronicles of Narnia, Critical Role, Avatar The Last Airbender, and Top Gun: Maverick

so uhhhh yeah i hope this is helpful for at least my own brain but also anyone else who is interested!

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banners by: me

Lyra Amidala Naberrie

General Knowledge

Younger sister of Padme Amidala

Jedi Healer during the Clone Wars

Served as Medic General of the 104th Legion, Chief Medical Officer of the 104th Company known as the “Wolfpack”, and as Medic General of the 501st Legion

Fic: @abandoned-by-destiny

Vibes

House of the Dragon

Aemma Velaryon Targaryen

General Knowledge

Firstborn child to Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, before Laenor’s premature death three years after the marriage

Older sister to Jacaerys Targaryen Strong, Lucerys Targaryen Strong, Joffrey Targaryen Strong, Viserys Targaryen Strong, and Visenya Targaryen Strong

Bonded to the dragon Vermithor

Vibes

Game of Thrones

Lyanna Stark

General Knowledge

Eldest child of Catelyn and Ned Stark (by approximately seven minutes)

Twin sister to Robb Stark; believed half-sister of Jon Snow; older sister to Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, and Rickon Stark

bonded to a red and brown direwolf called Scarlet Shadow

Fic: screaming from a crypt

oc blog: @princess-lyanna-stark

Vibes

Ceara Murphy

General Knowledge

daughter of Neptune and Emma Murphy, a legacy of Fortuna and daughter of Irish immigrants living in Portland, Oregon

inherited the power from her father to start earthquakes, and eventually manipulate seismic waves into concentrated blasts

brought down Mount Othrys after helping Jason Grace kill the Titan Krios

one of the demigods of the prophecy of Nine

Vibes

Emmalee Miller

General Knowledge

inherits the spirit and powers of the mythical Scarlet Witch when Wanda Maximoff is killed during her torture and experimentation at The Raft prison

is brought in by SHIELD after her powers emerge, and is initially assumed to be an Inhuman— and is therefore recruited by Daisy Johnson to join her Secret Warriors

Vibes

Edme Pevensie (female!Edmund Pevensie)

General Knowledge

Younger sister to Peter and Simon Pevensie, older sister to Lucy Pevensie

gains the power to manipulate ice and water after being stabbed with the shattered wand of The White Witch during The First Battle of Beruna

is crowned as High Queen Edme the Just, alongside her siblings; High King Peter the Magnificent, King Simon the Gentle, and Queen Lucy the Valiant

returns to Narnia twice after The Golden Age, both times to assist Prince, later King, Caspian the Tenth

Fic: A Reminder

Vibes

Campaign 1: Vox Machina

Alythea Vance

General Knowledge

Level 1 Druid/Level 11 Cleric (Death Domain) when hired by Vox Machina

is hired by Vox Machina to be their temporary healer/cleric during their mission to Whitestone, after Pike Trickfoot leaves on her vision quest

helps liberate the town of people of Whitestone, and returns to Vox Machina after the arrival of the Chroma Conclave in Emon

Vibes

Campaign 2: Mighty Nein

Kara Dean

General Knowledge

Level 7 Bard (College of Valor) when she meets the Mighty Nein

is Captain Avantika’s first mate/navigator when the Mighty Nein meet up with Avantika after stealing The Mist in Nicodranus

betrays Avantika and helps the Mighty Nein steal her journal

leaves The Revelry and Darktow with the Mighty Nein after The Plank King kills Avantika

Vibes

Xia Beifong

General Knowledge

Older sister to Toph Beifong, and heir apparent to the Beifong fortune

a nonbender who has trained extensively in swordplay

assists her younger sister in escaping, both to the fighting ring and to leave with the Avatar

in retaliation, is essentially sold by her father into marriage to the much older Earth King in Ba Sing Se

Vibes

Major Taylor Gardner

General Knowledge

28 year old Marine pilot

first Marine to ever be allowed to attend Top Gun, and the youngest female aviator to ever win Top Gun

callsign “Wasp”; due to the fifth generation fighter, colloquially called a Stinger, that she stole while escaping the uranium enrichment plant after being undercover there for several weeks obtaining vital intel

fic: Hangman and The Wasp

Vibes

[queen--kenobi]

The End is one of the oldest and by far the most passive of the Entities. Its sphere of influence includes death and the fear of death, as well as the cruel and unstoppable end of things. The End frequently manifests through the dead and common imagery surrounding death and has particularly close ties to dreams

@writingbylee and I have been talking about our Western AU but make it Magnus Archives. I haven't been able to get the thought of Lyanna as an Avatar of the End out of my head so I had to make this

[bidonicart]

Lyanna Stark and ser Gerold Hightower at the Tower of Joy.

A scenario conceived by @seaworthit, scripted by @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly and adapted into a comic by me.

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[zaldritzosrose]

To Tame a Wolf: Part One

Summary: The battle for alliance had begun. The Greens and the Blacks. The North was a desired ally. And a marriage would be the way to secure it.

TW: She/Her Pronouns, use of OC (Lyanna Stark), mentions of character death, arranged marriage.

Words: 1,939

Part Two

Thank you to @lady-phasma for betaing this for me!

A Dragon In Winterfell

Lyanna waited outside, her brother having received word that Prince Aemond and his dragon were on the horizon. And Lyanna had been sent out to greet him.

Aemond flew on Vhagar, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. He knew, in theory, what he needed to do in negotiations: offer what the council had instructed him to, and not leave without an answer, or even better, an acceptance. But it was what was to be offered that bothered him.

He had never pictured himself as a husband. Not that he considered himself undesirable, it had simply never been something that had crossed his mind. But duty was duty, and if anything could be said about Aemond, it was that he would always do his duty. And right now, his duty was war.

The distant roar of a dragon was enough to signal the prince’s impending arrival, the looming shadow of the mighty she-dragon eclipsing Winterfell’s courtyard. There was, most likely, not a single Northerner who had truly seen a dragon up close. Even in the sky, Vhagar was a sight to see. As the shadow dipped, Lyanna readied herself and the nearby servants for Aemond’s arrival.

Aemond dismounted quickly. If it was his choice, he would have this entire situation done within a day. Politics, or should he say that patience was not his strongest suit. And patience was surely something he would need for this.

“My prince,” Lyanna dropped smoothly into a curtsy, as did the servants around her. Aemond inclined his head in respect, his movements stiff - both from riding and his wish to be anywhere else.

“My lady, I appreciate the welcome,” Aemond responded, the need to remain polite warring with the need to move on to the true reason for his visit.

But he did allow himself a moment to pause and look at Lyanna. If this was the woman to whom he was intended to offer his hand, surely, he should take the time to assess her as she was. While it might seem cold, Aemond knew this arrangement was not intended to be based on his desires. This arrangement was simply that. An arrangement. Feelings were of no consequence.

Though he had to admit, the stories of her beauty did not do her justice. She was a true beauty, he realised. The dark hair and grey eyes, so synonymous with the Starks. The soft rosiness of her cheeks, that had bloomed from standing out in the cold Northern air. He suppressed a chuckle realising that either way, on the surface, he would benefit from this arrangement with a beautiful wife.

“My brother awaits you in our Hall, my prince.” Lyanna gestured towards the large doors behind her, before leading Aemond out of the cold and into the warmth of Winterfell’s walls.

The halls of Winterfell had a beauty of their own. Heavy stone walls, built to withstand the cold and likely more sinister foes. Like the halls, he stood in reflected the people that lived there. Hardy. Stubborn. And hard to defeat. It was this notion that made him realise why the North was such a desired ally. Aemond had little interest in the décor and architecture. He had one focus, and he would see that through without distraction.

Lyanna walked quickly, the only sound to be heard was the swishing of the heavy fabrics of her gown and the soft clacking of their boots against the stone floor. There was no small talk, which if he had to admit, Aemond quite appreciated. The doors to the hall were opened and Lyanna only glanced back momentarily before entering.

“Brother, Prince Aemond has arrived,” she announced to whom, Aemond assumed, was Lord Cregan.

The resemblance was notable. The dark hair, grey eyes. But where Lyanna was soft, Cregan was harsh - ever fitting the Wolf in the North moniker. Aemond inclined his head, to which Cregan returned the same gesture before gesturing for Aemond to sit.

What surprised Aemond, however, was when Lyanna took a seat at Cregan’s side. He knew things were a little different in the North. But he had not expected Lyanna to be present in the negotiations. If she noticed his surprise, she said nothing. She simply waited for her brother to begin.

"Lord Cregan, it is an honour to meet you. I have come on behalf of King Aegon and the Green Council to discuss an alliance between our houses." Aemond spoke confidently, reciting the words that his grandsire had drilled into him upon his departure.

The negotiations were long, but in Aemond’s eye, they were fruitful. Cregan was receptive, more than expected, to Aegon’s offers as King. But Aemond knew that it was only a matter of time before the secondary motive for his arrival was to be revealed.

“And for the North’s alliance, what does the Crown offer us?” Cregan asked, the faintest of smiles on his bearded face as he glanced over at Lyanna.

Marriages and betrothals were common bargaining tools, so it was no surprise that this was the expected next step. Aemond still felt the faintest unease settling in his gut at the prospect.

“The Crown offers marriage, my lord. Between Lady Lyanna and myself.” Aemond said the words simply, there was no need for flowery proposals.

But the look on Lyanna’s face was not what he expected. Surely a lady would feel honoured to be chosen to marry a prince. Lyanna looked anything but honoured. While she did not look angry, she did not look happy either. She was simply…indifferent.

“A generous proposal, my prince. And one that I will duly consider.”

And with Lord Stark’s words, the negotiations were ended. Aemond hoped, deep down, that the decision would be reached before the day’s end. But he felt he was hoping for too much. The prince looked to Lyanna once more, hoping for some sort of reaction. Joy, disgust, anger. Anything would be better than the blank look that currently coloured her features.

Only time would tell.

Aemond left the hall, knowing his part was done. For now. But he could already hear the words being exchanged between the siblings. The words were not angry, but they were not kind either. And it seemed that most of the ire was coming for Lyanna.

“I am not a prize to be exchanged for victory, brother!” Lyanna snapped, “And especially not to a Kinslayer!”

Lyanna’s voice just carried through the heavy wooden doors. Aemond could not help but feel a sting at her words. Was it him as a man she took issue with, or being married off itself? The word Kinslayer also carried a sting of its own. it seemed the title had carried itself all the way up North. Aemond knew he should not let it hurt him, but to know even a stranger saw him like that, was a slice to his usual stoic heart.

He did not stay to hear the rest. Their conversation was not for his ears. He took himself down the halls, seeking refuge in what he hoped would be a library. With the help of a nearby guard, he soon found himself seated in a heavy armchair surrounded by books. A sole comfort no matter where he found himself.

Lyanna was furious. Though at who, she was not sure. She did not know Aemond well enough to dislike him, but she knew enough to feel a sense of trepidation at being his wife. Stories of Aemond Targaryen had not taken long to make their way North.

Infamous for losing his eye to his nephew, the self-same nephew he killed on dragon back not so long ago and claiming the largest living dragon at only ten years of age.

The stories painted him as a man of little emotion, focused solely on the duty of being a prince and dragon rider. Not a man Lyanna had ever envisioned herself marrying, that was for sure. Though if she were honest, she had never truly imagined marrying anyone. She had been lucky in that regard; most ladies of Lyanna’s age would likely have been married off by now.

But she was not just a lady. She was a Stark. Just as much a prize as the North itself. Even if she despised the notion.

She knew Cregan would accept the proposal. He had decided to support Aegon before Aemond had even arrived. Her brother was a smart man, smarter than most gave him credit. Despite his young age as a Northern Warden, Cregan knew well enough to side where the benefit would fall greater on their house.

And right now? It was to side with Aegon as King.

By marrying Lyanna to Aemond, Cregan believed that he was putting Stark blood closer to the throne. And that was more than worth the price of his sister’s disdain.

The betrothal was official. And Lyanna was set to leave with Aemond for King’s Landing as soon as possible. War did not allow them the gift of time. Lyanna had at least hoped for time to prepare to leave, but Cregan assured her that her belongings would follow on behind her.

And then she realised the Crown’s intention. The sooner the wedding was held, the sooner war would begin. War was the focus, that was obvious.

Aemond left first, assuring Cregan and Lyanna that everything would be prepared for her arrival. A letter had been sent when Cregan accepted, informing Aegon and the Council that the marriage was to go ahead.

The ride was long for Lyanna, and the time did nothing to bolster her feelings towards this marriage. She didn’t hate Aemond, she had assured him of that before he left atop Vhagar. And he has assured her in kind, he had no reason to hate her either. But they both knew that there was little between them.

They would barely even be considered friends, for they knew nothing of each other. There was likely to be little time to learn such things.

Almost two weeks passed and Lyanna was at the gates of the Red Keep. She had never visited the South herself, but her brother had told her stories. Nothing would ever compare to the beauty of Winterfell in her eyes, but she could appreciate the Keep, nonetheless. For it was to become her home, whether she liked it or not. She assumed people knew of her arrival. It wasn’t often that Starks, or Northerners, came to the capital and to come on the arrangement of marriage would be more than a novelty.

As the carriage came to a stop, Lyanna took a deep breath, hoping to somehow calm herself. She knew nothing of what to expect the moment she stepped from the safety of her carriage. A voice outside could be heard instructing the horseman to open the doors.

Suddenly,  the flash of sunlight hit her eyes. Different from what she used to in the North. As her sight adjusted, she felt a hand reach out and offer to assist her exit, which she gladly took. Thankfully, her welcome was quiet. War did that to cities, most people were likely safely inside their homes. And she was glad of it, a crowd was not what she needed at this moment.

She could see a handful of people, she assumed were royal servants and as she looked further, she saw the figure of Aemond. Standing tall and regal in the small group of servants. Strangely, she was relieved to see a face she at least recognised.

Even if that face belonged to that of a stranger.

a/n thank you so much to everyone who gave the confidence to do this! feedback is always appreciated!

[boldstarks]

The Unwanted Wife Blurb #2: The Bedchamber

word count: 765 words pairing: young!Robert Baratheon x wife!reader warnings: past emotional neglect of a spouse, slight OOC Robert, Robert kinda being a perv about his wife's post-pregnancy body

Today was the first night that you would share a bedchamber with Robert. You didn't know why you felt so nervous about it. You had shared a bed frequently after your marriage, but he had always gone back to his own chambers after the fact.

The first time that it happened on your wedding night, you were shocked. You couldn't help but cry yourself to sleep. The next day, one of your new ladies-in-waiting explained that southern nobles didn't share bedchambers as often as northern nobles. This made you want to weep once again.

Sure, your notions of love and happy endings had been shattered by Alyn's death, but you tried to be optimistic going into your marriage with Robert. Both of you had loved and lost; maybe you could find some common ground. Only for Robert to leave as soon as he completed his marital duty.

After Alaric's birth, you hoped to turn a new leaf in your relationship. Not only for his sake, but for your sake. You could not live with a careless husband in a castle where you knew no one and had no true allies.

You sat at your vanity, preparing yourself for bed. Unlike most ladies, you did not need a whole retinue of ladies' maids in order to dress and undress. Alaric is already settled into his cradle and is already asleep.

You finish taking apart the elaborate southern hairstyle that one of your maids painstakingly crafted for the day. Once your hair is in waves down your back, you make your way over to your son's cradle by your bedside. You sit by Alaric, who dozed off to sleep while you were getting ready.

"I hope you can see the Rills and the rest of the North one day, my son," you whisper to your sleeping baby.

"If you wish for our son to meet your family, it could be arranged," Robert said. His silent appearance makes you jump.

You turn to him, and he stands at the foot of your bed. He is wearing a doublet free of creases and stains.

"You haven't been drinking," you said, puzzled.

"No, Jon said women don't appreciate sleeping beside a lump of drunken flesh," Robert says, almost shyly.

The same shyness seems to have infected you. "Alaric has already fallen asleep."

"Umm, well, I guess we can go to sleep now then," Robert said, not moving from his spot.

"Maester Pycelle said we cannot lay together for another two weeks," you tell him, and you stand from the bed.

"I know, I ask about you and the boy's health twice a week," Robert admitted, inching closer to your bed.

"Oh," you say awkwardly.

You slip off your robe and pad over to the vanity. Robert can't help but watch. You leave the robe on the vanity chair and blow out the candles sitting on the vanity. The room feels intimate in the low light of the remaining candles. You return to bed, crawl under the covers, and begin making yourself comfortable.

Robert strips down to his small clothes and climbs in next to you. Both of you stare at the ceiling in silence; neither has any idea what to say to each other.

"I would like Alaric to see the Rills and the rest of the North when he is older," you tell Robert, hoping to cut through the tension.

"I'm sure Ned would put us up while we visit," Robert says. It's meant to be a joke.

You're silent for a moment before letting out a soft huff of laughter. Robert feels a flicker of shame when he realizes that this is the first time he has heard you laugh.

You let out a small yawn. "Good night, husband."

He feels you brush against him when you shift to lie on your side, your back facing him. In the soft glow of the remaining candlelight, Robert can't help but admire the curve of your hip underneath the blanket. He had already taken note of how your breasts had swelled before you gave birth. He wanted so desperately to discover and memorize any part of your body that had changed when you gave him a child. Unfortunately for the king, he had no choice but to wait another half a moon before bedding you again.

Little did Robert know that you were nursing your own feelings of lust and disappointment. There was nothing you could do, though, except burrow deep in the covers and try to ignore the curdling lust in the pit of your belly.

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the daughters of lady aurynn mormont, deemed the great bear cubs

In 130 AC, Lady Aurynn, who had recently turned three and ten, still young for her age, by her royal husband Crown Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, welcomed their first and only child, their daughter Visenya. The labour had been long and perilous, but, call it luck or godly favour, mother and child survived. As he had promised, Prince Jacaerys wrote to Lord Cregan of the birth of the birth of his future daughter-in-law. Although Jacaerys perished at seventeen in the Battle of the Gullet, mother and child survived the Dance and Visenya went to live to Winterfell earlier than expected to one day marry Rickon Stark.

In 134 AC, borne of Lord Cregan Stark, Lyanna Stark was born. She was quiet, shy but still intelligent and kind. Her mother had been seven and ten by then, and had a better birth than with her first child. She went on to marry wealthy Viktor Fell.

In 138 AC, Jeyne Stark was born. She had been named after the late Lady Jeyne Arryn, who had been admired by Lady Mormont, and a formidable regent for King Aegon III. She was the most beautiful and vain of all of her sisters, and went on to secure a match for herself with Lord Lyonel Tyrell

In 140 AC, Alayne Stark was born. She was studious, cunning, cautious and always two steps ahead, and adept with both the lyre and the sword. This earned her a marriage with Loreon Lannister. Despite being twenty years her elder, they got along well and seemed very fond of one another.

In 143 AC, Lysandra Stark was the last born daughter of the marriage, for Lady Aurynn was considered entering her old age. She was brave, ferocious and headstrong, playful and willful. During a visit to Storm's End, it is said that Lord Royce Baratheon clicked with Lysandra, and, taking into advantage the impending separation of Lady Mormont and Lord Stark, asked for her hand in marriage. She accepted if he helped sway the council to make her separation happen. The moment the document was signed and official, Aurynn shipped Lysa to her husband-to-be. They had a happy and blissful marriage.

In 155 AC, Lady Aurynn Mormont, now wife of Alyn Velaryon and Lady of the Tides, baffled everyone by giving birth to her last daughter at the age of four and forty, Daena Velaryon. She was an incredible beauty, and would be a notorious figure during the first Blackfyre Rebellion.

[countrymusiclover]

9 - Secretly Vaella Lannister

Part 10

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Lyanna Stark, a person I had never met until the day she wed my brother in secret. 

Jaime and Rhaegar were speaking with sept that my brother had gotten his marriage to his other wife anelled from.  Leaving me and Lyanna together to get changed into our gowns and not be in our sea travel clothes. “I suppose we shall be sisters after this you and I.” Lyanna first spoke to me tying her riding boots instead of wearing heels. 

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.  I must warn you though my brother does snore in his sleep.” 

She chuckled with a smile. “That I can handle.  He already knows I don’t shy away from a challenge.” 

“Apparently neither do I.  For Jaime could have kept his vow entirely and told me I was just dreaming like a foolish princess and that I should be focusing my sights on finding a man fit for my title.” I shake my head playfully smiling back at her.  

She came around the corner twirling in her light blue and white wedding gown with some of her hair styled into a flower crown. “What do you think, Vaella?” 

“You look beautiful.  My brother shall surely think so too.” I hung my mouth open seeing somewhat of the appeal he had towards the Northern Stark daughter. 

Lyanna grinned at me. “Ser Jaime and you shall have beautiful children if that’s ever something you talk about.” 

“Maybe someday we shall have children. But for now let’s both go get married.” Offering her my hand we walked outside together through the grassy area of trees in Dorne.  I was wearing a simple red dress and my black horse riding boots.  Leaving my silver hair not styled and allowing it to just flow naturally. 

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The sept wrapped a white ribbon around their intertwined hands. "In the sight of the seven. I hereby seal these two souls. Binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words."

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crown, Stranger. I am hers ( his )  and she ( he ) is mine from this day until the end of my days." My brother and his secret lover said back to the other before they faced one another and sealed their love with a tender kiss. 

Rhaegar came over to me looping his arm through mine walking me back to the end of the small tree line that we had claimed as ye aisle. “Father may not be here to walk you down the aisle.  So I’ll gladly fill in his place.” 

“Thank you, brother.  I hope you approve of him.  I’d hate to see you two have to duel.” I squeezed his hand in my own, sending him a genuine smile. 

Rhaegar smiled with a shake of his head. “Gods you know how I hate fighting.” 

“I’m fully aware. You’d rather be born a minstrel and move your way through the streets singing to the King's people rather than be the King yourself.” 

He nudges me in the arm with us getting closer to the Septon and Jaime. “And you’d rather be a - I’m not entirely sure what you want.  But you’re surely not one to enjoy being in the spotlight as a princess.” 

“So um - what do you think of him?” I asked him a second time, wishing to know his feelings before we became husband and wife. 

Rhaegar clicked his tongue eyeing the boy with bright blonde hair. “From what I can he makes you happy. Like Lyanna makes me and so that’s all that really matters….Take good care of my little sister Jaime.” He slipped my hand in Jaime’s left. 

“I will, my prince.” Jaime went to bow but Rhaegar still held out his hand. 

“Just Rhaegar. You’re my brother in law now.” 

“I will take care of her, Rhaegar.” Jaime put his right hand shaking it firmly before my brother stepped out of the way when the Sept walked forward to stand in front of us. 

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The sept spoke softly, wrapped the same ribbon around mine and Jaime’s hand.  "In the sight of the seven. I hereby seal these two souls. Binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words."

Glancing over my shoulder at my brother who had his arm secured around his new wife’s waist sent me a grin along with a head nod before I heard Jaime ask. “Are you ready, Vaella?” 

“Yes.” I uttered out pouring my eyes into his green orbs looking down on me. 

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crown, Stranger. I am hers ( his )  and she ( he ) is mine from this day until the end of my days." Jaime and I never took our eyes off of the other. 

The sept took a few steps back once untying the ribbon from our hands allowing me to fling my arms around Jaime’s neck crashing my lips up onto mine deeply.  “I’m officially yours and now always, my golden knight.” I muttered in between deep kisses until he broke it. 

“Lady Vaella Lannister does sound rather good to me. But you’ll always be a princess to me.” Jaime grinned holding me in his and against his chest as much as he physically could without hurting me too badly. 

Rolling my eyes I wonder when the day would come that he would stop using that nickname. “Please enough of that.  That’s my one request as your wife.” 

“Well I’m sorry but I cannot fill that request.  Because I love the look on your face when I do it.” He smirked proudly down at me, looking over to Rhaegar and Lyanna smiling back at us.  For that one and only day we were all happy and together.  Not aware that would be the last time we saw them and it was the last time they’d see us. 

I heard the lock of my chamber door rustling around with someone trying to open it causing me to wake in the middle of the night.  Slowly reaching underneath my bedside I drew a sword out from under it climbing out of my bed. Moving towards the door I raised the sword over my shoulder with both hands clutching the handle of the sword seeing the chamber door creak open very slowly. "Show yourself you twat. I'm ready and armed!" I raised my voice outward holding back tears knowing it was better to show no fear.

Yet my entire conscious state was completely rattled when I heard someone call my name that was impossible for me to not recognize in a heartbeat. "Vae...Vaella ....Jaime...please don't....it's me...it's Jaime." 

"J...Jaime. Is it...is it really you?" I croaked through heavy tears struggling to keep my grip on the blade handle on the off chance it wasn't and the gods were just playing tricks on my mind. Yet sure enough the door creaked open all the way revealing a sight that nearly broke me in two and shattered my heart. 

My gaze focused on his figure when he slowly stepped out of the darkness of the door and into the light being provided by burning candles. He didn't meet my gaze while I scanned over my husband's face.  “Yes, my princess.” 

I wanted to slap him across the face for using the nickname but all I cared about was that Jaime, my Jaime, was finally home to me. 

[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

Simple House Stark dresses

Just casually posting asoiaf art for the first time since February 9th 🫣

This is a follow up up to when I did the same for House Bolton before. I did a casual and a formal dress. I plan on making my way through a good chunk of the houses starting with the ones in The North.

[elegantwoes]

@katysenju Do you honestly believe a 15 year old girl could ever have a normal healthy relationship with a 23 year old man? Especially a 15 year old who hates fuckboy behavior? That 15 year old would be okay having an affair with a man who’s married and has two children? You Rhaelya shippers do like to shit on what little characterization that Lyanna has. Based on her personality Lyanna would never ever have eloped with Rhaegar. Miss. Love won’t change a man’s nature just wouldn’t.

[xxpeppermintxx109]

the dance of dragons | robert’s rebellion

[vriska-martell]

ASOIAF Next Gen Middle Children OCs / Scenario One

• Lyanna Targaryen-Stark, second born child of Queen Daenerys I Targaryen and King Consort Jon Stark (Snow), named for her paternal grandmother.

• Theodor Stark-Clegane, second born child of Queen in the North Sansa Stark and consort Sandor Clegane.

• Minisa Stark-Baratheon, second born child of Storm Queen Arya Stark and Storm King Gendry Baratheon (Waters), named for her maternal great-grandmother.

[writingbylee]

screaming from a crypt

title from “The Great War” by Taylor Swift

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“Eighteen years ago, you marched off with Robert Baratheon. A year later you came home with another woman’s son.” Catelyn Stark, 298 AC

Lady Catelyn Stark fell pregnant on her wedding night; not only to her new husband’s son and heir, but with his twin sister as well. She named them Robb and Lyanna, after her husband’s best friend and the sister he would fail to rescue. Upon her husband’s return from war, with a bastard son, Lady Stark locked herself in her chambers and refused his attempts to make amends. By the time Lady Stark emerged, ready to forgive her husband; it had been five years since her husband’s return, and the birth of her children.

In the absence of their mother, Robb and Lyanna Stark were raised by their father alongside their bastard brother, Jon Snow, and their father’s ward, Theon Greyjoy, in Winterfell. It is widely understood in the North but seldom discussed that because Lyanna Stark was raised almost exclusively by her father; she was granted her an education identical to her brothers Robb and Jon, rather than one like her younger sister Sansa.

It has been 18 years since Robert’s Rebellion, and the Seven Kingdoms have experienced an extended season of peace and summer.

But Winter is Coming…

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Rating: Mature (aka MINORS BEGONE I MEAN IT)

General CW/TW: canon typical violence and sex (this is game of thrones y’all)

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[queen--kenobi]

If Oberyn teamed up with Elayna and Lyanna in the Western AU, they'd be fucking unstoppable

[avatarskywalker78]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R.R. Martin

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Major Character Death

Relationships: Lyanna Stark & Original Female Character(s), Ned Stark & Original Female Character(s), Jon Snow & Original Female Character(s), Jaime Lannister & Original Female Character(s), Lyanna Stark & Ned Stark, Howland Reed & Ned Stark

Characters: OC Lissa Blackwood, Lyanna Stark, Jon Snow, Ned Stark, Jaime Lannister (mentioned), Howland Reed, Original Characters, Rhaegar Targaryen (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Heavy Angst, Death in Childbirth, R + L = J ┃ Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen are Jon Snow's Parents, Past Lyanna Stark/Rhaegar Targaryen, Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Regret, Rhaegar Targaryen Bashing, Melissa blames Rhaegar for Lyanna's death, (and partly blames herself as well), Survivor Guilt, Jon Snow is not called Aegon, Blood, Implied/Referenced Character Death, (the Targaryens)

Series: Part 1 of the raven, the lion, and the wolf

Summary:

Melissa Blackwood - known as Lissa to her best friends - witnesses Lyanna's death in childbirth, after being kept prisoner in the Tower of Joy, and reels from the loss and the events that led up to it. And though she wants to protect the child, she doesn't know how she can possibly do so, after everything...

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

[zaldritzosrose]

The battle for alliance had begun. The Greens and the Blacks. Aegon and Rhaenyra. Both fought to have each of the Houses of Westeros back their claims to the Iron Throne. But for the Greens, the Starks of Winterfell were the first to be petitioned.

The Greens had chosen Aemond as their vassal. Sending him to garner the support of Lord Cregan Stark and the North. The price for the North choosing the Greens? Their Lady, Lyanna Stark.

Lyanna was the heart of Winterfell, and marrying a Targaryen was not the future she saw for herself. But she knew as well as anyone, that futures could change. Could she love a man like Aemond? A Kinslayer, as he was called by so many. She was a beauty, but that beauty contained an ice that was more than enough to fight the fire of a Targaryen.

Aemond knew his duty. Secure the North, and if becoming a husband was the means of doing it, then he would do just that. Duty was everything, and winning the war meant just as much. He believed himself to be the definition of a Targaryen, the embodiment of fire and blood.

What neither expected, was the love that would grow between them. The Dragon and the Wolf. And Westeros was not prepared for the power that came with ice and fire.

Though could a man like Aemond truly tame Lyanna? Or would a woman like Lyanna wish to be tamed?

“A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf.”

But Aemond was determined to break that belief. To tame his Wolf.

(Lyanna face claim is Adelaide Kane)

Thank you to @tumblin-theworldaway for giving this a read before I posted!

[boldstarks]

The Unwanted Wife Plot Bunny

In 284 AC, the newly minted King Robert Baratheon married Y/N Ryswell, cousin to the deceased Lyanna Stark. You found yourself with a husband who yearned for another woman, your own cousin. At age nine and ten your head was no longer filled with naive notions of chivalric love and dreamed of a handsome knight sweeping you off your feet.

It wasn't as if you loved your new husband, but you knew he only saw her when he looked at you. He even called you by her name when he was drunk. Nevertheless, you found yourself Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and completely alone in Kingslanding.