Since I was just looking through your blog and saw that you'd written about it, headcanons about Baratheon!Jon :)
(I usually write Baratheon!Jon in modern AUs, but here’s a canon one!)
(also this is barely what you asked for, I’m so sorry)
Lyanna does not go with the Silver Prince, in the Riverlands, because it occurs to her that such a thing might disappoint Ned, and what disappoints Ned would have disappointed their lady mother. Lyanna courts her father’s disapproval in all things, but could never bear to disappoint her mother in even the smallest things, and so she remains.
She regrets it, for the freedom he promises her is everything she ever wanted, but Mother would have expected her to square her shoulders and grit her teeth and do her duty, as the she-wolf hunts for her pack even in deepest winter, and so, that is what Lyanna does.
Robert is not so bad as she feared - she knows that he beds half a dozen maids within two months of their wedding, but he is so pleasing in their bed that she supposes there is something to be said for all that practice.
He delights in her, and spoils her as Father forbade Brandon and Ned from doing, when they were home, and she relishes being respected as Lady of Storm’s End, in a way she never was as lady of Winterfell. She tried to help Father run the castle, but Mother’s ghost always lingered too strongly in the corners, in the second chair by the fire in Father’s solar, and so Lyanna had never been enough.
She is enough for Robert, though, and for his brothers, and his castellan and all the servants. There is a sort of freedom to be found in the running of a castle as great as Storm’s End, and Lyanna finds herself satisfied, at least for now.
Missing her moon blood frightens her, especially when it happens three times in a row, and she runs to the maester to confirm her fears.
So many women die in childbed that she cannot understand how not to be frightened, when kind Maester Cressen gently assures her that all signs indicate that both she and the babe are perfectly healthy, and that Robert will be thrilled.
Lyanna knows well that Robert will be thrilled, for he loves her so and wants a whole army of children with her, boys who she knows he hopes will be like Ned in manner and look, so much so that she sometimes wonders if he wed her simply because he couldn’t have Ned.
Little Renly is first enthused and then bored at the thought of a little nephew, which surprises Lyanna as little as Robert’s desperate happiness, but Stannis’ reaction does surprise her.
He becomes her shadow, quiet and stern for his age, her age, more or less, and it amuses her to see him sitting uncomfortably in the corner of her solar while she entertains the ladies of the Stormlands. He sits there, though, when even Robert’s strident protectiveness is countered by boredom, when there is no threat at all to her, as though offering her the support she knows he feels Robert does not give her.
When their son is born, he is bald and red-faced, with the pale eyes of a newborn and the tiniest hands. Lyanna is half afraid to hold him, feeling clumsy when she nurses him, but Robert has no such fears, toting little Jon about like a prize.
In truth, Lyanna had not wanted to call her son Jon - she could not expect Robert to give his heir a Stark name, but surely a Baratheon name would be better than that of Robert’s stepfather? She does not argue, though, because for all Robert seems to adore her yet, she does wonder what he will do when he no longer finds her disagreement amusing, and she fears it.
She says as much to Stannis, one day, when he has come to visit her and is holding Jon as though he is made of glass, over by the window of her solar which looks out over Shipbreaker Bay. Stannis’ mouth goes thin, as it does when he is grinding his teeth, and promises that he will never allow Robert to hurt her or Jon.
“Did he ever truly see me, do you think?” she asks Stannis one day, when Jon is a man grown with a sister and a brother, warring with his father over Robert’s treatment of her. She had supported Jon when he sought to court Margaery Tyrell, and Robert had not wanted it, had wanted to send Jon to the Vale or the North for a wife. He had taken her disagreement ill, and she bears the mark of it on her cheek.
“I do not think Robert has ever truly seen anyone,” Stannis says irritably, and she rests her hand over his for just a moment, not daring more, and while it is not much, Lyanna finds herself satisfied, at least for now.
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