Lyonelbaratheon Stories

Men called him the Laughing Storm, and his shadow stretched long across the stone floors of Storm's End; yet even the greatest storm fades when the sun of the Dragon begins to rise. For at the high table sat the only person in the Seven Kingdoms who could silence his thunder with a whisper: his wife.

The Butterfly Effect: a situation in which an action or person that does not seem important has a very large effect on future events. Or A situation in which Eveline Jane Watson falls head‑first into a fictional world and, by simply existing, manages to derail events that were supposed to remain fixed in time, dragging chaos, inconvenience, and several migraines into the life of Prince Maekar Targaryen, a man who prefers his world orderly, predictable, and entirely free of strange women who refuse to behave.

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This will be a collection of one shots for characters!!! Feel free to request characters!!! #20 oneshotcollection 🏅 #2 aknightofthesevenkingdoms🏅 #10 asoiaf 🏅 #3 daeron 🏅

❝ 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼.ᐣ ❞ ❝ 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑬. 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺. ❞ In the halls of the Red Keep, it is said that some tragedies begin with a child's gesture. When the Purple Fever strikes the court of King Daeron II Targaryen, Princess Aelynor loses what she holds most dear: her mother. But grief does not come alone. It brings anger with it. Aelynor Targaryen is not like other princesses. She dreams not of crowns or political marriages. She dreams of steel, honour and chivalry 𝄖things that the world of men denies women. At court, princes grow up, alliances are forged and grudges fester. Prince Valarr Targaryen carries the hopes of a kingdom on his shoulders, while the shadows of the past and the ambitions of the great houses threaten the fragile peace of the reign. And while the songs speak of heroes, Aelynor discovers a crueller truth. In Westeros, becoming a legend always comes at a price, and all men must die. 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑰 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 '𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉' 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒓. 𝒓. 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏

Aleia Targaryen is everything a princess should be-graceful, intelligent, and devoted to her family. But in a court ruled by cruelty and ambition, patience is tested, loyalty is questioned, and even the gentlest heart can burn. With her father's guidance and her own fierce sense of justice, Aleia must navigate a world that would see her fail, protect the innocent, and prove that strength and compassion can coexist... Even in the shadow of the dragon.

So mad at the gods because you're all I wanted. PRINCE BAELOR TARGARYEN / FEM!OC a knight of the seven kingdoms, s.1

Princess Maella Targaryen, eldest daughter of Crown Prince Baelor, arrives at a grand tourney beside her father with the practiced poise of a woman raised beneath banners and expectation. Yet the lists awaken more than courtly duties. Among the crowd she encounters Lyonel Baratheon, the man she loved winters ago, whose laughter and stubborn warmth stir feelings she had carefully buried beneath silk and silence. Their reunion is tender and dangerous-haunted by time, pride, and the knowledge that love once lost is never simple when found again. As Maella navigates the bright chaos of the tourney, she finds herself pulled in another direction by her cousin Aerion, whose sharp devotion and possessive affection promise protection and peril in equal measure. Aerion's interest flatters the court and threatens to confine her, offering certainty at the cost of breath. Between Lyonel's familiar fire and Aerion's consuming regard, Maella stands at the center of a quiet storm, torn between the past that shaped her and the future being chosen for her. It is then that she meets Ser Dunk, a hedge knight of plain speech and unassuming honor, whose presence cuts through the glitter and intrigue like clean air. Dunk does not court her favor nor fear her name; he speaks to her as a person rather than a prize. Through him, Maella glimpses a wider world-one not ruled solely by bloodlines and bargains, but by kindness, courage, and choice. The tourney becomes a turning point, not for crowns or victories, but for Maella herself, as she begins to understand that love, like loyalty, may take many forms-and that the truest freedom lies in seeing the world as it is, and deciding who she wishes to be within it.

Sometimes the calm doesn't fear the storm. It welcomes it. A dragon princess shaped by silence and duty. Bound to her twin by blood and flame, his shadow teaching her caution. A storm lord made of laughter, noise, and a heart that wears itself openly. Forever caught between the dull of a drink and the thrill of a fight. The clash of fire and thunder seemed doomed for tragedy. Yet somehow, it became akin to coming home. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Set in A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Based on the world and characters by George R.R. Martin

For Berenece Hightower, dressing as a boy is easy. Fleeing a hated marriage in the guise of a squire is doable. But not meeting the one man at the tournament who sees right through her? Impossible. Lyonel Baratheon does not trust in coincidences. And this squire shoots too well and lies too poorly. Something about him stirs at his memory. Like an old splinter. Like a promise made long ago. He does not yet know that the gods hear promises. And now they mean to collect.

The Tourney of Ashford brought many things celebration for a lord's daughter's nameday, dancing, jousting, political controversy... and even tragedy. But what happens when a princess arrives a day before the rest of her family and finds herself in the tents of a certain Baratheon... and a certain tall knight? This is the story of Vaela the Valiant a Targaryen princess who longs to do what is right for the people of the realm, even if it means standing against her own blood. And this is only the beginning.

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction In the shadow of duty, Maria Tyrell and Prince Baelor Targaryen find in one another the one thing neither was meant to have: freedom. Between courtly duty, family expectation, and the aching need to be truly seen, their bond becomes both their greatest comfort and their deepest wound. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney) *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo

❛ she knew what she wanted, she knew how she wanted it, and so she took it. not violently, but quietly, calmly. ❜ [AKOTSK] [LYONEL BARATHEON/OC]

Malya Stark of Winterfell never meant to stay in the south. Sent to the Stormlands to strengthen northern alliances, she expected rain, dull feasts, and far too many southern courtesies. What she did not expect was Lyonel Baratheon-loud, stubborn, and just as impossible as the storms that batter his castle. As tourneys rise and rivalries spark across the Seven Kingdoms, whispers of ambition, honor, and rebellion swirl around the great lords of Westeros. And somewhere between thunder and wolf's blood, Malya finds herself swept into a love as fierce and untamed as the lands that shaped them both.

"...with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat settle soft and as pure as snow i fell in love with the fire long ago" -in which a princess with the hands of a healer and the heart of a poet falls for a poor hedge knight with a heart of gold and a soul far nobler than any crown (in which alys just wanted to find her brother and duncan just wanted to make a name for himself) started feb 19th 2026 - ended ?? (this is a mini series so it's a fast burn btw)

The Targaryens are not the only dragonlords who survived the Doom of Valyria. House Melrys fled Valyria long before Daenys the Dreamer foresaw its destruction. For centuries they inhabited the realm of Valnos, the kingdom that lies beyond the Sunset Sea. But their dreamers predict Summerfall will not be stopped without their interference. The Melrys shall cross the Sunset Sea one last time to save the known world at the behest of their own lives. Find lore and other details on Tumblr @waywardgodling

" In which Valarr Targaryen and Eurydice Storm were doomed for the start... " Valarr Targaryen x oc ( and others )

Duncan drew another breath, forcing himself to continue despite the strain in his voice. "The crown has named me his successor," he said, each word slow and deliberate. "I have been declared Lord Paramount of the Vale." For a heartbeat, my mind went completely blank. Then he spoke again, delivering the final blow with quiet resignation. "And I have been betrothed to Prince Aerion Targaryen." The words hung in the air like thunder before a storm. Shock hit me all at once, sharp enough to steal the breath from my lungs, and my eyes widened as realization dawned. I stared at him in disbelief, trying to make sense of everything he had just said, yet the only response that came bursting out of me was loud enough to shake the hall. "What the FUCK?!"

Aemma Blackfyre was born in a golden cradle. She was no princess, not in name, but she was the daughter of Daena the Defiant and Aegon IV Targaryen, granddaughter to kings on both sides, and marked from birth by silver-gold hair and deep purple eyes that left no doubt as to her blood. A bastard she might have been - a Waters of the Crownlands - but she was every inch a dragon. And yet she was nothing like the dragons who sired her. She was delightful. Gentle. Kind in a way that seemed almost out of place in the court that shaped her. Many whispered of it. Neither her father nor her fierce, defiant mother had ever been called gentle. Aegon had been grand and gluttonous, charming and cruel in equal measure. Daena had been proud, willful, and unbowed. In temperament Aemma resembled not her parents, but the late Queen Naerys Targaryen - beautiful, tender-hearted, and possessed of a fragile strength that did not need to shout. That resemblance had once made Daena sad. Aemma never understood why. Then came rebellion. Her full-blooded brother Daemon Blackfyre rose against the Iron Throne, urged on by pride and by Aegor's whispering counsel. The realm divided. Blood called to blood. Aemma was forced to choose. Daemon - her full blooded brother and Aegor her brother-husband. Or Daeron - the man who had read to her at night, who had loved her not as a sister, but as daughter. For Aemma, the choice was never truly difficult. What is a sibling's pride beside a father's kindness? What is ambition beside love? She stood with the Red Dragon. She chose Daeron II Targaryen and the realm. If there was defiance in her - true defiance - it was there. In standing against her full-blooded brother. In turning from her husband's cause. In placing loyalty and gratitude above blood and expectation. The histories may call her bastard, sister, wife. But those who knew her best would have called her something else. Daughter of the Red Dragon.