Gameofthronesfanfiction Stories

___________________________________________ Several months had passed since he'd last felt the warmth of shelter, and even more since he'd been separated from his Wildling company when he encounters it. Encounters him. Far beyond the wall, and even further past the land of always winter, lies the other side of the world, and with it contains empires and kingdoms unlike those of Westeros and Essos. When venturing far enough north, Jon Snow encounters this untapped world, along with the mysteries of his own lineage. ___________________________________________________ *!Disclaimer!*: -This story is purely for fun and expressing my creative process! Some of the facts and events that happen in the Game Of Thrones Epic may be incorrect or warped within the story and characters may be a bit OOC- -This is a Character x Male OC fanfic and may contain material that is aimed for older audiences! -This story takes place AFTER the events of Season 8 and may contain Spoilers!

Winter is coming and the whole of House Stark knows it, but none know it as the eldest Stark daughter does. Lyon Stark belongs in the north as much as the snow itself does, yet she herself is not as northern as her family may think. Only Catelyn and Eddard Stark know the truth about their golden haired daughter and of the blood she does not share with the Warden of the North. When Lyon's father, Lord Eddard Stark, is named the new Hand of the King, Lyon and her sisters must follow their father into the claws of the lion's domain. Lyon must play the game of thrones, and she must learn to win if she wishes for her family to live.

"You're smart, girl. Perhaps too smart." "Is it possible to be too smart, Uncle?" "Being smart in this world will take you far, child. Being too smart will get you killed." Calia Baratheon, the eldest child of King Robert and Cersei Lannister, has always been a bit too clever for her own good. When Calia's cunning reveals the cruelness of her family, and the illegitimacy of her own origins, she is forced to flee from the castle and find her own way- while a troop of the Kingsguard is hot on her trail. As she makes new friends along her journey, more danger reveals itself, and Calia is forced to make a choice between the family to which she is born and the family she chose. And, as one can never forget- winter is coming. This story takes place (SPOILERS AHEAD) immediately after the death of King Robert. Everything after this is not canon- this story does not follow the original plot of the show or the novels. Calia Baratheon is an original character, but all other characters, storylines, and locations do not belong to me. WARNING: This story will contain depictions of violence, sexual activity, and many other dark topics. It is recommended that no one under the age of 16 reads the story.

Rhaego didn't die. Curses and prophecies aside, our dragon babies were still hatched in Drogo's funeral pyre.... Basically, everything in this story is the same as how it happened in the show, except for the fact that Daenerys had her son along with her for the ride. Mostly anyway. I mean, it's not like he tagged along when she flew off on Drogon and was captured by the Dothraki. Other characters dead in the show may also show up eventually too... I'm not entirely sure of how quick/slow time passes in the show, so I made Rhaego be five (almost) at the beginning of this story, even though it starts at the beginning of season 7. This is my first GoT story. Ever since that horrid final season, I couldn't just let my ideas sit in a folder on my laptop. I've had sooo many ideas since season 7. This is only one of them. I'm simultaneously writing like five different stories at once. For now though, this will be the only one I will publish, since it's the first idea I had and the one I've written the most for. The others will come eventually. I just want to add more to them all first. I hope you all like this. It's much more positive and lighthearted than what we've gotten from the show. It's sort of been my therapy. There will (hopefully) be weekly updates every Monday. If not, the latest will be every 2 weeks, but I'll make sure to let y'all know if there will be a delay longer than that. Dialogue in italics and underlined is the character speaking in either Valyrian or Dothraki! The first line of dialogue will tell you which one it is.

Rhaenyra Baratheon is Joffrey's older sister. When King Robert brings his family to Winterfell, she learns that she is betrothed to Robb Stark, destined to be Lady of Winterfell. But it all changes when Eddard is accused of treason. This is Rhaenyra's journey to find her true destiny and her true self. If any of you want to send me anything, here's my mail: esther.xxi.author@gmail.com Disclaimer: Rhaenyra is my original character, almost all other characters belong to George RR Martin and HBO. THe plot of this story not necessarily follows the book or the show. All rights reserved, all ideas written on this story are original and have never been used before.

So, this is going to be all over the place. It's going to be a dump of my ideas related to Game of Thrones, whether it's one shots, preferences, modern AU's. The whole lot. (heads up: probably a lot of Theon x Robb)

"the warmhearted snake fell for the young wolf" game of thrones [season one- season three] oc x robb stark [COMPLETED] 2017 © bxtchnuts

A collection of Jonsa One Shots

The Stark siblings had been separated and on the run ever since their father, Eddard Stark was executed at King's Landing. Following the murder of their mother, Catelyn and their eldest brother Robb; and the sacking of Winterfell, the remaining Starks had nowhere to go and are unaware of each other's whereabouts or if they are still alive. Now, the remaining Starks had secured the North from the Boltons. With Jon and Sansa sitting at Winterfell. After being in the wild, Arya Stark had learned to fit in and how to survive in it. But before she crosses-out another name from her list, she needs to go home and decided to seek justice on those who wronged her family with her remaining siblings. After consulting with their undead uncle, Benjen Stark, Bran Stark needs to go back south of the Wall to warn people of what it is to come. But first, he needs to find his remaining family. On their journey home, they encounter different people. Some old friends, some considerable allies, and some enemies. By the way, this is fanfiction and I'm trying to mix story plots from the tv series and the books. I don't own the characters and places, they belong to George RR Martin and HBO.

Y/N Baratheon, the most gentle and good person alive. Sansa Stark, the most innocent and pretty girl in the Seven Kingdoms. Daenerys Targaryen, the most fearless and beautiful woman in the world. Your heart loves the dragon and the wolf. I do not own any of the characters. Game of Thrones season 1-8.

"Happy baby!", Jaime yelled, and instantly, JoJo smiled, a broad, toothy grin. "Angry baby!", Jaime said, deepening his voice, mocking an angry tone. JoJo glared, her bottom lip jutting out. "Happy baby!", Jaime exclaimed once more, and JoJo lit up once again, giggling at her father. Jaime smiled back. He'd been holding baby Joanna out, standing her up on his legs, but now he pulled her close to his chest. He'd loved the baby girl the second he'd laid his eyes on her. Loved her so fiercely that it hurt sometimes. He never had expected his life would be this way, Lord of Casterly Rock, married to Lady Corinna formerly of House Tyrin. And he never knew he could be so truly, utterly, completely happy about it. No, at first Jaime resented the idea fiercely.  He had fought it. He had nearly resented his wife, whom he now loved so entirely. He even tried to fight loving her, when the feelings started to consume him. But he couldn't deny the happiness and peace he finally felt. No, he was almost thankful that his service in the King's Guard was not carried over to the new King, Robert Baratheon, whom was married to his sister. His first love. He never thought he would be able to move on from Cersei. He still loved her dearly. She was his sister. His twin. In many ways, they did belong together. But they were forced apart, and no matter how desperately he tried to be miserable, he couldn't be. He was going to join the King's Guard once more. He was going to ensure that he stayed in King's Landing, at Cersei's side, forever. But his father had ruined that, and it was a blessing in disguise. In truth, he had not loved Cori for a long while at the start. At first, he was rather hateful towards her. And he regretted that deeply now. Still, even then, when he wanted to truly hate her, he could not. He just simply couldn't love her. Yet.

Amora Baratheon and Elaerya Targaryen have gone to hell and back. One fights for the throne and the other fights to put her sister on the throne. Who will succeed? Who will die trying? Who will survive the Game of Thrones?

Brienne of Tarth, keeping her vow to Catelyn, accompanies Sansa and sees her safe wherever she goes. When Brienne arrives at Castle Black for Sansa to be reunited with Jon, she meets a Wildling man who cannot keep his eyes off her. This is not only uncomfortable for Brienne, but also Tormund, who has never felt this way about a woman before. This is a romance between Brienne and Tormund, beginning around Episode 5 in Season 6, remaining as true to Game of Throne's roots as I can. Told mainly in the perspectives of Brienne and Tormund. I'm still writing chapters.

In Westeros there is a game. A game where you win or you die- there's no middle ground. The games rules are simple. They have guidelines. Loyalty means nothing. Honesty means death. Mercy means weakness. Love means betrayal. And trust means the end. Erika Baratheon is about to learn the game- how's it really played. The Lioness has devised a plan to kill the stag. The Wolf has questioned the Lioness' cubs legitimacy. The realm belongs to Erika. The Queen knows that. Her son won't able to be King if so. The Queen will use anyone and anything against Erika. She needs to protect her twin sister: Cassana. Cassana is her. They are one. They are bound by blood. The Queen hates her firstborns. She loves her Golden children. Her raven haired beauties she despises. They are the embodiments of Lyanna Stark. Disclaimer: All characters except for Cassana II Baratheon and Erika Baratheon belong to George R.R. Martin. Author's note: The story correlates with season one.

Worlds Collide in this strange crossover. As the Clone Wars rages on throughout the Galaxy. The Republic hunts down the infamous General Grievous. But a minor skirmish that starts by accident quickly turns into one of the biggest battles of the Clone Wars. Grievous crash-lands on an unidentified planet in the Outer Rim. Now on the new Continent of Westeros. Grievous plans to take advantage of the chaos and power struggle in Westeros bringing the planet under Separatist control. Only the Jedi can stop them. It's chaos. Here we go. Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. Star Wars and it's characters and other themes are property of George Lucas and Lucasfilm. Game of Thrones and its characters and other themes are property of George R.R. Martin. All rights reserved.

This is a completely original Game of Thrones fanfiction continuation. It is not owned or affiliated with George R.R. Martin, HBO, or any of the original copyright holders. I am simply writing this for my own entertainment and to bring Jon and Daenerys together in a way no one has before. In this story, Jon Snow has come to love Daenerys Targaryen with everything he is - he is willing to sacrifice anything he holds dear (his brothers, his identity, his very soul) just so she never has to stand alone again. What if he can't let her be alone anymore? What if the fire that once destroyed their families has finally found its match? What if Daenerys, who once burned kingdoms to ash, finally has someone who will burn the world itself to keep her safe? This is the story of a love so deep, so dangerous, and so real that it changes everything. A slow-burn romance full of regret, sacrifice, political knives, dragons, war, and a happily-ever-after that feels earned - not handed to them.

Myrecella is destenied to marry the prince of Dorne, Trystane Martell. She travells to the watergardens where they then grow closer together. But whem Oberyn Martell dies her life is at risk

they say that when a targaryen is born, a coin is flipped and all the world stops. for in that single, fleeting, moment the fate of the world lies in that childs' hands. who lives, who dies - everything - can be made or broken by their shrill screams. cities conquered, and dynasties toppled at their minuscule fingertips. it was a folly, ridiculous, that the lives of so many were bound to blind luck, but the name targaryen bred power, and it was to targaryen whims, wants and luck that westeros bowed. forever destined to serve fire. however, the odds of this arrangement were stacked, for something far more sinister than fire ran through their blood - a curse of hereditary insanity pulsated through their veins, biding its' time as it waited, poised to strike any child that dared enter a targaryen womb. and, when valeria, aerys and rhaella targaryens' fourth and final child was born, ending her mother's life upon the very second that she strayed from her womb - fate, never one to divert from this o' so twisted tradition, flipped a coin. but as robert baratheon's rebellion spread like wildfire to each and every corner of the cruel continent that was westeros - a destitute, desperate, and newly homeless pack of three young targaryen fugitives were forced to flee across the narrow sea, as far away from the fateful blade of robert baratheon's infamous battleaxe as possible - and the fate of coin, was forgotten... arya stark x targaryen fem oc game of thrones s7-8 au part of the WILD AT HEART series

What happens when you die? What path in the forest do you choose? (One shots taking place after a Characters death on the Show) 4/90

Ramsay Bolton is very good at flaying. When he attacks a village, he knows he will find more victems to flay within it. But he didn't think he'd find, locked in a tower, a little girl becoming a monster. As a victory over her mother, and her father, who'd called himself king, Ramsay Bolton carries the girl out of the tower, lifts her onto his horse, and looks at her scarred, rough face. "You may be the only one who will ever thank me for flaying them," he told her. The girl knew heartache and loneliness, and all bad things in the world. She knew inprisonment, abadonment, and now grief. "I might," the little girl said. Shireen Baratheon was not afraid. (Game Of Thrones and all it's characters, settings, and places belong to George R.R. Martin/HBO. I own nothing besides that which i make with my own imagination)