#aerys x tywin

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Fire and Gold (the consequences)

- Summary: Rhaegar chooses you over her. And Ceresi never forgives you for it.

- Paring: sister!reader/Rhaegar Targaryen

- Rating: Mature 16+

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- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @lightdragonrayne

- A/N: This is the last story for today.

The Great Hall of the Red Keep is silent, an oppressive stillness weighing on the air. Dread crackles like a storm about to break as King Aerys II Targaryen, known to many now as the Mad King, sits upon the Iron Throne. His fingers, thin and white as bone, drum restlessly on the armrests, the sound echoing through the chamber like the ticking of a clock counting down to catastrophe.

The hall is empty save for a few trusted guards and the towering presence of Tywin Lannister, who stands at the foot of the throne with his head held high, his face an inscrutable mask. It is a rare sight to see him without his customary calm, but even he knows the volatility of the man before him.

“You dared to think your lioness could strike my blood, my daughter, and there would be no retribution?” Aerys’ voice is soft, almost gentle, but it carries a terrible menace. The flames of the torches lining the walls flicker, casting shadows that seem to dance with the madness in his eyes. “Your precious daughter dared to lay hands upon my Y/N. My most beloved child.”

Tywin’s face remains impassive, though you can see the faintest tension in his jaw. “Your Grace, there must be some misunderstanding. Cersei—”

“Misunderstanding?” Aerys’ voice rises sharply, and he stands, the movement sudden and jerky. His robes billow around him like the wings of a dragon. “Do you take me for a fool, Tywin? My daughter returns from your encampment cut, shaken. My Y/N, who has never known such disgrace, such insult!”

Tywin’s green eyes meet the king’s blazing violet ones. “Your Grace, if there has been an offense, I assure you it was unintended. Cersei—”

Aerys’ laughter rings through the hall, a high, grating sound that sends a shiver down the spine of every man present. “Unintended, he says! The Hand of the King claims his daughter’s treachery was unintended. She openly shamed my daughter before the eyes of our people. Your daughter, who has been nothing but a viper in this court, tried to poison the hearts of our subjects against their rightful queen!”

The Mad King steps down from the throne, his gaze never leaving Tywin. The guards stiffen but do not move, knowing better than to interfere. “You think your children are safe because you are my Hand? Because you have served me well in the past?” He leans forward, eyes glittering with a wild light. “I am the King of the Seven Kingdoms, Tywin. I could order Cersei to be burned alive and no one would dare stop me. I could burn your golden boy Jaime as well, see how well your lions roar then.”

Tywin’s composure does not falter, but a muscle twitches in his cheek. “Your Grace, I beg you to consider—”

“Consider?” Aerys hisses, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “I have considered. You think yourself so high, Tywin. So far above us all, above your king. But you are nothing without me. Nothing! You swore to protect my family, to serve the realm. And now, your blood turns against mine.”

He straightens, drawing himself up to his full, regal height, his presence a blazing fury. “I strip you of your title as Hand of the King. You will leave this court immediately and take your poisonous brood with you.”

Tywin’s eyes narrow, the only sign of his anger. “Your Grace, I have served the realm faithfully for—”

Aerys cuts him off with a savage gesture. “For too long! Too long have you schemed and plotted under my nose. Did you think I would not notice, Tywin? That I would not see your ambition, your pride?” He leans forward, his face a mask of twisted rage. “I see everything. I know everything. And I will not have it.”

The King’s voice drops to a dangerous whisper. “If your daughter so much as breathes near my Y/N again, if she dares to touch a hair on her head, I will burn her alive. I will burn you all. The lions of Casterly Rock will be nothing but ash.”

The silence that follows is suffocating. Tywin stands there, a statue of marble and iron, the weight of the King’s words settling on his shoulders. But he does not bow, does not flinch.

“As you command, Your Grace,” Tywin finally says, his voice steady. “We will leave the capital at once.”

Aerys’ eyes gleam with triumph. “Good. Go back to your Rock, Tywin. And remember this day. Remember what happens when you think to cross a dragon.”

With that, he turns away, dismissing Tywin as if he were nothing more than a bothersome fly. The former Hand of the King bows, a shallow, mocking dip of his head, before turning on his heel and striding from the hall. His back is rigid, unyielding, but you can sense the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

As the heavy doors close behind Tywin, Aerys slumps back onto the Iron Throne, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The madness in his eyes dims, replaced by a strange, almost childlike weariness. He leans his head back, staring up at the vaulted ceiling, a smile curling his lips.

“My daughter,” he murmurs to the empty hall. “No one will ever harm you. Not while I am king.”

But even as he speaks, you know that this is only the beginning. The wolves are circling, the lions crouched in the shadows, and the dragons? The dragons are restless, their flames licking at the bonds of peace that have held the realm together for so long.

And now, with Tywin Lannister cast down, those bonds threaten to shatter.

Storm’s End looms ahead, its ancient walls stark against the darkening sky. Tywin Lannister rides through the gates, his face as hard and unforgiving as the stone fortress that now houses his daughter. His entourage is small—just a handful of guards and his most trusted men. He has no intention of lingering here longer than necessary. He has come for one reason, and one reason alone.

As Tywin dismounts, his cold green eyes scan the courtyard. Servants scatter like frightened mice, aware of the tempest in his gaze. He strides purposefully toward the main hall, his boots striking the ground with a grim, unyielding rhythm. He does not slow his pace as the great doors swing open, revealing the grand chamber within.

Cersei stands at the center of the hall, her posture rigid, her face a mask of defiance and fear. She is dressed in her finest gown, a deep crimson that mirrors the color of Lannister pride, but the color does little to hide the trepidation in her eyes. She knows her father’s wrath is like a storm—merciless, relentless. And today, she is caught in its path.

“Father,” she greets him, her voice steady, though there is a tremor beneath it.

Tywin does not acknowledge her words. He looks past her, dismissing her greeting as if she were nothing more than a child who had disappointed him. His gaze sweeps the room and lands on Robert Baratheon, who lounges on his lord’s chair, a goblet of wine in hand. Robert’s eyes narrow as Tywin approaches, but there is no welcome in his expression.

“Lord Tywin,” Robert says, his voice slurring slightly. He shifts in his seat, a smirk playing at his lips. “Come to collect your troublesome daughter, have you?”

Tywin’s eyes, icy and penetrating, fix on Robert. “This matter does not concern you, Baratheon.” His voice is cold, precise, each word sharp as a dagger. “Leave us.”

Robert’s smirk falters. He glances at Cersei, who stands silent and still, and then back at Tywin. For a moment, he looks as if he might argue, but something in Tywin’s gaze—something deadly—makes him think better of it. He pushes himself up from his chair with a grunt and stumbles toward the door.

“Whatever,” he mutters, waving a hand dismissively. “Handle your family, Lannister. I’ve had enough of this.”

The doors close behind him with a heavy thud, and the hall falls into a silence so deep it seems to swallow every breath, every heartbeat.

Tywin turns his full attention to Cersei. The fury in his eyes is a burning, unyielding force, and she feels the weight of it like a physical blow. She straightens, lifting her chin, trying to summon her usual haughty confidence, but it feels brittle, fragile, in the face of his wrath.

“You dare,” Tywin begins, his voice a deadly whisper, “to jeopardize everything I have built, everything I have planned, for your petty pride? Do you have any idea what you have done?”

Cersei’s mouth opens, a protest ready on her lips, but Tywin’s hand lashes out, striking the table beside her with such force that she flinches. The sound echoes through the hall, a harsh, jarring noise that sets her nerves on edge.

“You drew dragon blood,” Tywin continues, his voice rising, each word a thunderclap. “Do you think that means nothing? Do you think you can strike at the heart of House Targaryen and there will be no consequences?”

“Father, I—”

“Silence!” His roar shakes the very walls, and she falls silent, her heart pounding in her chest. Never, not even in her childhood, has she seen him like this. The cold, controlled fury she is used to, but this—this is something else. This is rage stripped of all restraint, all reason.

“You have put our house in peril,” Tywin hisses, his eyes burning with a cold fire. “The Mad King threatened to burn you, Cersei. To burn Jaime. Do you think I will allow you to destroy everything I have worked for?”

Her defiance crumbles, the words she wants to say dying in her throat. “I—”

“You,” he spits, cutting her off, “are a foolish, reckless girl. You think yourself a queen, a lioness. But all you’ve done is make us vulnerable.” His voice drops to a dangerous whisper, every word enunciated with chilling clarity. “You forget yourself, Cersei. You forget your place. You forget that your actions reflect not only on you but on all of us.”

Her pride, her vanity, have always been her armor. But now, under the force of her father’s anger, it shatters. Tears sting her eyes, and she blinks them back, refusing to show that weakness. But he sees, of course. Tywin sees everything.

“You will not defy me again,” he says, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous. “You will remember who you are and what you owe this family. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Father,” she whispers, hating the quiver in her voice, hating the way he makes her feel—small, insignificant.

Tywin’s gaze holds hers, his eyes as cold and unfeeling as the stone walls around them. “You will return to Casterly Rock. You will stay there until I say otherwise. You will not breathe a word of this to anyone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Father,” she repeats, her voice barely audible.

“Good.” He steps back, the distance between them a chasm she cannot cross. “Remember, Cersei. The only reason you are still alive is because I will not allow House Lannister to be destroyed by your stupidity.”

She flinches at the harshness of his words, but she nods, holding her head high despite the tears that threaten to spill over. He looks at her one last time, his gaze filled with cold contempt, before turning and walking out of the hall, leaving her standing there, alone and broken.

The doors close behind him, and she sags against the table, her hands gripping the edge as if it is the only thing keeping her upright. She feels the rage burning inside her, mingling with the pain and humiliation. How dare he speak to her like that, treat her like a child?

But she knows, deep down, that her father is right. She has overstepped, has endangered everything. And now she will have to live with the consequences of her actions. She will have to endure the punishment he has decreed.

But as she stands there, trembling with the effort of holding herself together, she vows that one day, she will make them all pay. Tywin, Rhaegar, the Targaryen whore who has taken everything she wanted—one day, they will all suffer as she has suffered.

One day, the lioness will roar again.

The chamber is filled with the sweet scent of lavender and the faint, sterile tang of healing herbs. Soft light filters through the high windows, casting gentle shadows on the stone walls. You sit on the edge of the bed, the cold air brushing against your bare skin as Grand Maester Pycelle carefully unwinds the bandage from your side.

“Almost done, Your Grace,” Pycelle murmurs, his voice trembling slightly with age. He peers at the now-healed cut, his expression one of clinical detachment. “The wound has healed well, though the scar will remain.”

You nod, your eyes not on the maester but on Rhaegar. He stands nearby, his gaze locked on you with a mix of concern and anger that he has not yet managed to let go. His silver hair, caught in the afternoon light, seems almost ethereal, and his violet eyes soften as they meet yours.

“I should have been there,” he says, his voice low, filled with regret. He steps closer, his presence a comforting warmth against the chill in the room. “I should have protected you.”

You reach out, your fingers brushing his hand in a reassuring gesture. “You couldn’t have known, Rhaegar. Cersei’s malice was not your fault.”

Pycelle finishes his work, dabbing a final bit of ointment over the scarred flesh. “You must continue to rest, Princess,” he advises, though his eyes flick nervously between you and Rhaegar. “And avoid any strenuous activity.”

You nod absentmindedly, your attention still on Rhaegar. “Thank you, Grand Maester.”

Pycelle bows deeply and shuffles out of the room, leaving you alone with Rhaegar. He moves closer, his fingers gently tracing the scar that mars your skin, the touch as light as a feather. You can feel the anger simmering beneath his gentle exterior, the barely contained fury at what has been done to you.

“I hate that this happened to you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “You should never have had to suffer such a thing.”

His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes. “I’m still here, Rhaegar. A scar is just a mark. It doesn’t change who I am.”

“But it shouldn’t have happened at all.” His tone is fierce, and you open your eyes to see the torment etched in his features. “I failed you, Y/N. I let that woman hurt you.”

You shake your head, taking his hand in yours and pressing it to your lips. “You didn’t fail me. You saved me by standing with me, by being here now. You are my strength, Rhaegar.”

He exhales shakily, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you,” he breathes, the words a soft vow. “More than anything. More than life itself.”

You smile, your heart swelling with warmth despite the pain and the memories that linger. “And I love you. We’ve faced worse than this, haven’t we?”

His lips curve into a small, rueful smile. “We have.” He lifts your hand, his lips brushing across your knuckles. “But I swear, no one will ever hurt you again. Not while I still draw breath.”

There’s a fierceness in his voice that sends a shiver down your spine, and you know he means every word. You pull him closer, your arms wrapping around his neck as you bury your face against his shoulder. His embrace is strong, protective, and you feel the tension in his body, the barely suppressed urge to take revenge for what has been done to you.

“I don’t care about the scar,” you murmur against his neck. “I’m just glad to be here with you.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his gaze searching your face. “You are the strongest person I know,” he says softly, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair from your forehead. “Stronger than I could ever be.”

You smile, a quiet, private smile meant only for him. “I’m strong because I have you.”

His expression softens, the anger fading as he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It’s not the fierce passion that sometimes flares between you, but something deeper, a promise of love and devotion that will withstand any storm.

When he pulls away, his hand lingers on your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “Rest now,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

You nod, feeling the exhaustion finally catching up with you. He helps you lie back, his hands gentle as he adjusts the blankets around you. His presence is a calming, steady anchor, and as your eyes drift shut, you know that whatever comes, whatever challenges you still have to face, you will not face them alone.

Rhaegar presses one last kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there, as if to imprint his love and protection onto your very skin. “Sleep, my love,” he whispers, his voice a soft caress. “I’ll guard your dreams.”

[maegorsbignaturals]

Saying "Jamie and Cersei are Dragonseeds" but in the sense that Aerys got Tywin pregnant vía Valyrian magic

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12 - Guilty of being a Dwarf

Part 13

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Jaime’s pov

“This isn't a trial.  It's a farce. Cersei has manipulated everything and you know it.” Following my father into his office chamber I knew this trial had to be changed. There's no way Tyrion would live if this kept going on for much longer. 

Father denied my response. “I know nothing of the sort.”

“You've always hated Tyrion.”

“He killed his king.” My father raised his voice. 

“As did I!  Do you know the last order the Mad King gave me? To bring him your head.” I raised my voice in defense thinking back on the night I murdered the Mad King. “I saved your life so you could mirder my brother?”

He tapped his fingers on the desk, seeing that I didn't agree. “It won't be murder. It'll be justice. I'm performing my sworn duty as Hand of the King. If Tyrion is found guilty, he will be punished accordingly.” 

“He'll be executed.”

“No, he'll be punished accordingly.” He said back to me. 

Lowering my gaze to the ground I knew there was only one thing that could save both my brother and my princess from harm's way. “Once you said family is what lives on. All that lives on.  You told me about a dynasty that would last 1,000 years. What happens to your dynasty when Tyrion dies? I'm a Kingsguard, forbidden by oath to carry on the family line.” 

“I'm well aware of your oath.” Father grumbled under his breath. 

“What happens to your name? Who carries the lion banner into future battles? Your nephews? Lancel Lannister? Others whose names I don't even remember?”

My father snapped back at me. “What happens to my dynasty if I spare the life of my grandson's killer?”

“It survives through me.” Closing my eyes briefly I knew I'd joined the Kingsguard for Cersei but now I'd leave it all behind to be with Vaella. “I'll leave the Kingsguard. I'll take my place as your son and heir if you let Tyrion live.”

“Done.  When the testimony's concluded and a guilty verdict rendered, Tyrion will be given the chance to speak.  He'll plead for mercy. I'll allow him to join the Night's Watch.  In three days' time, he'll depart for Castle Black and live out his days at the Wall.” Father answered so quickly that I wasn’t sure how to react. “You'll remove your white cloak immediately.  You will leave King's Landing to assume your rightful place at Casterly Rock.  You will marry a suitable woman and father children named Lannister.  And you'll never turn your back on your family again.” 

“I have one condition on who I'll marry.” I dropped my shoulders heavily knowing there was taking the words back after this. “Vaella Targaryen is who I shall marry and no one else.” 

“The Targaryen's are all gone.” 

I shook my head no. “That’s not true. I've been helping her hide since the day I killed her father.  You wouldn't recognize her since she hides her hair underneath a bandanna and sticks to the shadows of the Red Keep.” 

“Where is she at this very moment?” 

I answered my father simply. “Looking at the Iron Throne.” 

Vaella’s pov 

Everyone else had cleared the large room leaving me time alone t9 stare at the familiar Throne before me.  I remembered my father spending his days and nights sitting upon it.  I remembered the day he sent my mother away and the declaration that she had died shortly before my father was stabbed in the back literally. “I wish you got the chance to meet your grandchild, mother.  I wish you could've met your niece or nephew as well, Rhaegar.” 

I remained standing a few feet away from the Iron Throne room knowing that the next part of Tyrion’s trial would take place that morning. Everyone in this city believed he killed him, except for Jaime and I.   Two white cloak guards made their way up to me and I went to curtesy until one of them grabbed me by the arm and the other took hold of my left arm where I knew something was wrong. “Ser's, what is the meaning of this?” 

“The Hand of the King wishes to see you, handmaiden.” One responded. 

I grunted against their tight grips. “What could he want with me?” 

“He didn't say. We were just sent to retrieve you.” 

I spit in the one guards face doing my best to get away from them. “Like hell you will!” I thrashed and kicking against them until the second guard pushed me body between his and the nearest stone wall. 

“We're twice your size, girl.  Stop fighting before this only gets worse.” 

He released his grip and I huffed letting them escort me to the Hand of the King's chambers even though I recalled where it was. The two guards pushed me inside and I collapsed into familiar areas when the door slammed shut. “Ahh! Jaime.” 

“Did they hurt you?” He cupped my faxe in his hands so I could feel the golden hand against my cheek. 

Shaking my head I gently gripped his wrists with my fingernails worried what was happening. “Just tossed me around a bit. Nothing I can't handle. But I don't understand  - what is going on?” 

“My son tells me you're the last Targaryen daughter of Aerys II that still lives in Westeros. Is this true girl?” Tywin Lannister's voice met my ears and a shiver ran through my whole body. 

“Yes, my lord it is true.” 

Tyein commands me. “Provie it to me.” 

“Vae,  it's to save Tyrion-” Jaime trailed off. 

“It's okay.” Stepping away from him I raised my hands behind my head undoing the knot on the bandanna, letting my long silver hair cascade down my back and in front of my shoulders. “Name how many people who have this hair, my lord.” 

The lord of the Rock leans back in his chair. “I have sent for you because my son has declared that you are to wed to save his dwarf brother.  You will travel to Casterly Rock with my son and become Lady Lannister.  You will bear his children and further House Lannister and if you refuse you will suffer the same fate as the other Targaryen children. Do I make myself clear?” 

“I’m already with child, my lord.  His child to be exact.” I nervously twirled the ring necklace around in my fingers before lowering one hand down to my belly. 

Tywin focused his gaze on his eldest son and almost showed a smile before he let us go. “There may be hope for you yet, boy.” 

Jaime and I had entered the throne room together side by side heading over to the dwarf on the stand who clearly saw the concerned loom across my face. “Not going well, is it?”

“You're going to be found guilty.” Jaime uttered bluntly. 

Tyrion chuckled dryly. “Oh, you think so?”

“When you are, you need to enter a formal plea for mercy and ask to be sent to the Wall. Father's agreed to it.  He'll spare your life and allow you to join the Night's Watch” Jaime switched his tone needing him to understand the plan. 

Tyrion began to understand but was hesitant. “Ned Stark was promised the same thing and we both knowhow that turned out.”

“Father is not Joffrey. He'll keep his word.” Jaime and Tyrion shifts their gaze seeing Cersei sitting back down. 

Tyrion asked him. “How do you know?”

“Do you trust me?  Keep your mouth shut. No more outbursts. This will all be over soon.” Jaime asked him watching his brother give a slight head nod yes in agreement before we moved to stand a few feet away from the throne but still in front of the crowd of people. 

Tyrion’s girlfriend had come on the stand as the final witness and that's when he just lost it lowering his head muttering under his breath. “I wish to confess.  I wish... to confess.”

“You wish to confess?” Tywin asked when the crowd fell quiet. 

“I saved you. I saved this city and all your worthless lives.”  Tyrion turned his attention to the crowd behind him. “I should have let Stannis kill you all.”

Tywin warned with his tone. “Tyrion. Do you wish to confess?”

“Yes, Father. I'm guilty. Guilty. Is that what you want to hear?”

Tywin questions him. “You admit you poisoned the king?”

“No, of that I'm innocent.  I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I am guilty of being a dwarf.”

‘You are not on trial for being a dwarf.” Tywin rolled his eyes annoyed. 

Tyrion snarled back. “Oh, yes, I am. I've been on trial for that my entire life.”

“Have you nothing to say in your defense?” Tywin wasn't sure how long this trial would go on for. 

“Nothing but this-- I did not do it.  I did not kill Joffrey, but I wish that I had.  Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than 1,000 lying whores.” Tyrion faced his gaze on his older sister who leaned forward in her chair before he shouted a threat at the citizens of King's Landing stood. “I wish I was the monster you think I am.  I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you.  I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it.”

Tywin quickly rose up from his seat on the Iron Throne. “Ser Meryn. Ser Meryn. Escort the prisoner back to his cell.”

“I will not give my life for Joffrey's murder.  And I know I'll get no justice here.  So I will let the gods decide my fate.  I demand a trial by combat.” Tyrion challenges his father causing me to grasp Jaime’s hand in mine not really concerned who saw, more worried for the life of my friend and brother in law before my eyes. 

[fromtheboundlesssea]

No King At All Chapter 93

Celia XXXXVII (274 AC)

[gulnarsultan]

Modern Reader: Would you stop acting like an idiot for once? Seriously it’s annoying.😒

Aerys II: Who are you to tell me what to do?! I am the King! I can do whatever I want! And you are getting on my nerves!😡🤬

Modern Reader: OH? I’M getting on your nerves?! Oh I’m sorry about that, you stupid old man. It’s not my fault that you act STUPID, PETTY, PARANOID, JEALOUS AND HORRIBLE! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!🤬🤬🤬

Aerys II: HOW DARE YOU TO CALL ME THAT?!! I WILL REMOVE YOUR TONGUE FOR THIS!!!🤬

Modern Reader: GO ON, OLD MAN! DO IT! BECAUSE NO ONE WOULD TELL YOU THE TRUTH!!! WHAT THE HECK HAS HAPPENED TO A MAN WHO FOUGHT IN A WAR NINE PENNY KINGS?! SINCE WHEN YOU STARTED TO MISTREAT YOUR BEST FRIEND TYWIN LANNISTER AND OTHERS?! YOU, AERYS TARGARYEN SECOND OF YOUR NAME KING OF SEVEN KINGDOMS AND PROTECTOR OF THE REALM, ARE HURTING YOUR WIFE, SUSPECT YOUR SON OVER NOTHING, BROKE YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH TYWIN LANNISTER AND NOW YOU JUST CONTINUE TO DO HORRIBLE THINGS IN THE END DESTROYING YOUR DYNASTY!!! ALL BECAUSE YOU ARE AN ARROGANT AND PARANOID FOOL, WHO IS WORRIED OVER NOTHING!🤬

Aerys II:…….(quiet)

Modern Reader: …. Is this what you want? People to be afraid of you? Children being afraid of their father? Is this what you truly want, Your Grace?

Modern Reader sighs😔: Listen, Your Grace. I understand that you are jealous of my father, but you shouldn’t be. He is the Hand of the King, well was after what you’ve done. All I want is for my family to be safe and for you to get back to your senses because it won’t end well for you and anyone. So at least allow someone to help you or at least stop treating people horrible. The more you hurt them, the more they hate you and your children. Do you understand what I say, Your Grace? I’m NOT your enemy, all what I did was to protect my family from you, because you would harm them. And now I want to at least try to help you, because I want to know why you are doing all of this. If you want we can talk alone with nobody around.

My goodness, the dialogue between Modern Reader and Aerys II is something. I think everyone would hear them, imagine Yandere platonic Tywin, Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion, also Rhaella and Rhaegar to hear all of this. Can you write their reactions and feelings about the scenario I wrote above? Please? Thank you.

P.S.: I think Aerys would listen to Modern Reader, although I’m not sure 🤔

I think you are right. It will most likely be this speech in the scene where reader , Aerys corrects the appearance. Tywin will feel very lucky to have such a smart kid. He's so proud. However, he worries that King will become an enemy to the reader after these words. Jaime, Cersei and Tyrion are literally so proud of the reader. They show everyone that they have such a wonderful sister. Rhaella is grateful to the reader for showing her husband the right path. Rhaegaer has deep sympathy for the reader. He thinks the reader is brave enough to face the king.

[alannybunnue]

You want fucked up?

Imagine Aerys II creeping on Lannister!Reader who is Tywin's younger sister

He couldn't stop at the man's wife, so he went after his sister.

Aerys is a fucking creep and unfortunately, no one can really help the girl much, Tywin is busy protecting Joanna and the girl is not married yet

So the Mad King takes advantage on that

[inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800]

Argument: the three lion's wives

Aerys II's eagerness to obtain more children causes the call of sorcerers and wizards of Essos for the concern of his sister wife Rhaella. After several miscarriages and the king's growing madness, he has decided on a drastic decision: to sacrifice his wife's womb for what do you know what? Meanwhile, Daenerys, the youngest Targaryen, worried about the state of her dearest sister, has arrived in King's Landing, but not alone, but accompanied by the young Tywin Lannister and his fiancée, Joanna. Together, they will discover the dragon's rebirth…no.

The Lannister rebirth.

[teapartywithmadhatter]

In which, Aerys accepts Tywin's suggestion, but in the most twisted way, but he shall regret the day he humiliated Tywin Lannister and threatened his children's lives for Lannisters always pay their debts.

“You want your daughter to be Queen? You want to tie our Houses through marriage? I'd promised that to you, hadn't I? Well, now is the time to be fulfilled, we shall have a royal wedding.” 

He announced it to everyone.

It should have been a sort of apology from the King for slighting Tywin by making his heir, his golden boy, a Kingsguard, but nobody understood why the King , despite reminding of his novel promise to his old time friend, had a cruel smile on his face or a glint in his eyes. Nor why Lord Tywin Lannister had turned pale and stoned-face by the promise of the King which turns other Lords and their daughters and sisters green with envy.

Meanwhile other noble maidens and ladies are trying to spot Cersei Lannister amongst the occupants, but she is not in sight.

But the realisation dawned upon them with the next words that came out of the King's mouth,

"is it not good, Tywin, to have your longtime friend as your goodson?"

Queen Rhaella dies during her pregnancy, leaving the kingdom with only one Prince for the succession. 

Tywin Lannister did not answer, but everyone wondered if it was from the fears of the lives of his children.

[greycloudsinwinter]

Yandere Tywin Lannister and first wife Targaryen reader.

YANDERE TYWIN LANNISTER X TARGERYAN READER

🦁you were the mad kings sister however you did not marry aerys due to the large age gap (12 years) . However you still needed a suitable husband and who better then your brothers hand ?

🦁at first he marries you for political reasons but when he starts asking you questions and understanding you better he realises what a perfect person you are.

🦁gifts you the most expensive things in the world.

🦁loves to play games with you such as chess etc.

🦁when he duels anyone he needs you there because you make him powerful.

🦁try and escape from him and he will lock you away for years and maybe even break your bones until you plead for him to stop.

🦁when roberts rebellion starts he makes Robert swear he won’t touch you or yours and his children since they have targeryan blood.

🦁he wants children boys to be exact but he will never forgive himself or the child if yku died given birth.

🦁has so SO many paintings of you .

🦁he will only write a few love letters to you not loads because he fears that someone else may find them.

🦁likes it when you call him my king (even though he isn’t) because it makes him feel powerful.

🦁he is an unhinged yandere willing to do anything to have you stay with him and that means anything…

🦁just above the middle of worst yanderes to have…

Thank you for this request ❤️❤️

[novaursa]

What is secluded to be posted tomorrow:

A Lion's Leap (credit's due) - targ!reader/Tyland Lannister

The Flames We Loved (to devour) - daughter!reader/father!Aerys II Targaryen

[teapartywithmadhatter]

Ooh! This is so interesting!

“With the blessing of his majesty, I am pleased to announce a betrothal,” he began.

There was a murmuring around the hall. Eyes quickly darted between the prince and Tywin’s daughter.

“My beloved daughter, Cersei,” he continued, speaking over the hushed conversations, “and Prince Rhaegar.”

Beaming, Cersei fought the urge to look down the table at her beloved Rhaegar. He was probably as excited as she was.

[countrymusiclover]

36 - Heirs of the Rock or Throne

Part 37

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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“I’m going to beat you, brother.” I heard one of my sons say while walking through the outside hallway that allowed people to watch the fighters in the training yard below my feet.   

Rounding the corner I leaned my elbows on the wooden railing giving me the opportunity to watch my children secretly. “Nah, you can’t.  I’m too much like our father, meaning I got his sword skills.” Rhaegar challenged his sister Luciya who was wielding a sword in her hand. 

The pair began fighting one another but not harsh enough to ever leave a mark.  Jaime and I agreed if they wanted to spare it would be with sparring swords, not real ones.  “If Tyrion was out here watching he’d say we should bet which one will win.” Jaime’s voice came across the cold winter wind causing me to slightly turn my body seeing him coming to stand beside me. 

“I’m not sure I’ve ever known him to not try and bet on quite a lot of things.” I cocked him with a playful smirk playing on my lips. 

He nodded, resighting a line some thought were the words of House Lannister, but they would be wrong. “A Lannister always pays his debts.  So what would he ever have to worry about in regards to money?” 

“Until the day comes and the mines run dry.  We may not be able to pay all the debts we owe when that day arrives upon us.” I remind him recalling when I had read over the documents about the mines when we called Casterly Rock our home. 

Jaime leans down on his elbows shifting his attention to our children still picturing them as infants in his arms. “Let’s talk about something else.  Who do you think will win, Vaella?” 

“I have to say Luciya.” 

Jaime smiled back at me. “Then I say Rhaegar.” 

“Looks like we’ll have a tie.  There’s me, Luycia and Rhana.  Then you, Rhaegar and Chandler.  Whatever shall we do?” A smirk remains plastered on my lips, my gaze meeting his green eyes. 

My husband bent his head down laughing as he realized what I meant. “Are you suggesting I put another baby in your belly down the road to make it even.  Fully knowing it could be another boy meaning the men of the household would always win.” 

“There’s no guarantee of that happening.  It could be another girl.” 

Jaime fake groaned, putting a hand over his face. “Gods, that sounds horrible.” 

“Hear the girls roar should be the new house words.” I began giggling, finding so much enjoyment in this conversation much more than I thought I would. 

Jaime stands upright changing the conversation slightly, staring longingly at me. “Who would you want to be named heir if you take the Iron Throne?” 

“Jaime, I - I don’t know.  We never talked about that before now.  I mean you barely ever saw yourself as Lord of the Rock.  Would you even want me to be named Queen and you King of the Seven Kingdoms?” 

He placed his left hand over mine. “I don’t need to be called King, Vae.  The throne is your birthright.  If you want it should be yours just like your brother wanted it to be.” 

“He didn’t want it.  The Iron Throne, did you know that?” I questioned him by looping my hand through his larger hand in my smaller one. 

He shakes his head no just listening to me talk. “I didn’t.  Why didn’t he want it?” 

“He was raised to be King like most princes are.  He was also obsessed with the prophecy and the dagger I carry on my belt that belonged to the conqueror.  His path and birthright was all set in stone until he fell in love with Lyanna and then he no longer cared for being a prince ever again.” 

Jaime clicked his tongue recalling a now long distant memory of when he served under my father. “He supposedly took off with her after Aerys named Viserys in his place.” 

“Yes, that’s when the noble houses began to turn every more against him and his fire setting ways.” Glancing down at my children who were still sword fighting below us.  I sucked in a breath finding it difficult to ever name only one of my children as my heir to the throne. “As for who should be my heir, I think we should let our children decide if it’s something they want.  They shouldn’t just be told that they are entitled to a crown.” 

Jaime parted his lips realizing what that would mean in regards to the realm. “That would break the wheel.  The wheel of heirs.” 

“I hate to admit it, my father may have had a point.  Rulers of the next generation should be chosen.” I raised my head slightly,  closing my eyes figuring out what wheel my sister had been saying she would break. 

The throne room quickly filled with the high lord of Westeros and the council members of my father, The Mad King they now call him behind his back.  I was standing off to the side of the famous throne with my siblings in order of birth.  Which was our mother Rhaella who wore a black small crown on her head while she stood next to my brother Rhaegar, me and Viserys. “If you keep eyeing him it will become very obvious that you have feelings for him.” Rhaegar whispered into my ear. 

“Worry about yourself, Rhaegar.  I’ll be right back.” Picking up the skirts of my gown I crossed in front of my mother seeing Jaime standing off on the other side of the throne talking with Ser Barristan. “Ser Jaime, Ser Barriston.” 

Barristan bowed his head leaving us to talk briefly. “Princess.” 

“What do you suppose your father is going to talk about today, Princess?” Jaime asked me with a quiet voice. 

Shrugging my shoulders I made a noise. “I don’t have any guesses.  What’s say you?”

“I just know my father isn’t happy my sister can’t be wed off to your brother now.” He responded to my question by eyeing the Dornish princess who was talking with my brother. 

Nodding my head in agreement I sucked in a breath feeling nervous about what he could say. “It has to be something big.  I just pray he’s not marry me off to some stuck up lord.” 

“We can only hope, lady Lannister.” Jaime whispered with a half smile and I blushed showing him the ring necklace hidden around my neck.  Turning my head I shuffled myself back across to where I was supposed to stand. 

“Presenting King Aerys Targaryen, second of his name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the Realm.” Our attention is pulled elsewhere hearing a guard announcing my father’s entrance into the room. 

My father made his way up to the stone steps of the sword throne sitting down with some quitchy eyes shifting around the room. “I have decided to name a new heir to my throne.” 

“Your grace, Prince Rhaegar is your oldest son.” Tywin spoke up trying to advise him as best he could being his Hand of the King. 

My father snapped at his adviser, turning his attention back to the crowd. “Silence Lannister!  I have decided to name a new heir that will be Viserys Targaryen.” 

“Seven hells.” I cursed under my breath knowing what that meant for me and my older brother.  He didn’t trust his own son anymore. Rhaegar clasped my hand in his, watching our father leave the room without another word.  Kings or Queens can really do whatever they want because they have ultimate power in their hands. 

Jaime and I were silently standing still watching our children still just playing around with their blades until someone came running up the wooden stairs causing us to turn our heads in the direction of the sound. “My lord, my lady, I have some news.” 

“What kind of news?” I asked the guard nervously. 

The Stark guard replied. “A white Walker was spotted nearing the castle.  They are approaching upon us.” 

“Luciya! Rhaegar! Put the swords up and go find your younger siblings now.” Jaime leaned his body over the wooden railing gaining their attention. 

Turning my head back to the guard I replied. “Thank you for the information, Ser.” 

“Of course, my lady.” He bowed leaving us alone. 

Jaime touched my hand intertwining mine in his.  Lifting my head up to meet his gaze I responded to him. “We need to get them down to the crypt.  The battle is coming now.” He nodded so together we rushed down the steps knowing we would possibly have to say a hard goodbye to our four kids. 

[fromtheboundlesssea]

No King At All Chapter 94

Tywin XXXXVII (274 AC)

[gulnarsultan]

Hmm, I think that no matter what, Modern Reader would still want to be useful for Yandere platonic House Lannister. I imagined that Modern Reader is creative and wants to learn how to craft jewellery or weapons, or something like that. Modern Reader was making a few things, like toys for Cersei and Jaime and Tyrion when they were little, then Modern Reader made jewelleries: rings and necklaces for Joanna and Cersei. Also Modern Reader learnt how to make armour and a weapon, so she made a sword for Tywin and Jaime (Valyrian sword and armour), and toys for baby Tyrion. Modern Reader was doing all these toys, jewellery and armour with weapons at night, because for some reason Modern Reader has so much energy at night. So imagine:

Yandere platonic Tywin and Joanna who was holding baby Tyrion were surprised that Modern Reader didn’t came for breakfast, because she usually come for breakfast with Cersei and Jaime, but Cersei and Jaime came WITHOUT Reader.

Yandere platonic Joanna: Cersei, Jaime, has Y/N woken up?

Cersei and Jaime look at each other, Jaime replied “No, we thought she was already awoke.”

Exchanging worried looks with Tywin, Joanna with baby Tyrion and soon Tywin went to Reader’s chambers. Once they get there, they see a bunch of boxes and they see Reader’s bed remained untouched and Modern Reader was sitting on the chair head laying on top of the table asleep with smith’s gloves on. Joanna was waking Modern Reader up, meanwhile Tywin was opening the boxes with names on them, with Cersei and Jaime. Tywin was opening the box that was addressed to father, to him, so when he opened the box he was shocked: inside the box was a Valyrian sword 🗡️ In an other box was an armour for him.

Yandere platonic Jaime is excited to hold another Valyrian sword 🗡️ made for him as well

Yandere platonic Cersei gasps with excitement, because inside her box is jewellery for her: Mother! Look, Look! *she shows a ring 💍 with Lannister sigil a lioness figure.

Modern Reader finally wakes up: Good morning 🥱

Then Modern Reader explains them “I wanted to make a surprise for you all, but I was too tired to leave the gifts in your chambers.”

Imagine their reactions 👀👀👀👀👀

I can’t help but imagine just how jealous Aerys II would be, not only people say that it’s Tywin who rules Seven Kingdoms and has a beautiful wife with healthy children, but also Tywin has a Valyrian sword with armour (Dark Sister and Blackfyre swords were lost) is too much. And Modern Reader making Valyrian swords is another slap for Aerys.

Aerys II😡🤬🤬: WHY?! WHY THE LANNISTERS HAVE THE BEST THINGS?!!! WHY ITS TYWIN HAVING THE BEST AND NOT ME?!!!! WHAT DO LANNISTERS HAVE THAT TARGARYENS DON’T??!!!!

Modern Reader: They have me, old man. And stop yelling would you?😒😑

Aerys II: WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!😨😰

I think yandere platonic Cersei and Jaime and Tyrion would brag about how their older sister is talented and how loving she is, as well as Tywin. I won’t be surprised if others find out about Modern Reader and her work at making Valyrian steel, House Lannister would have many allies and letters of betrothal from other Great Houses (Starks, Baratheons, Tyrells and Martells, e.t.c.)

You are great Anon. Aerys is having a heart attack because of the reader. The reader is great at making weapons and jewelry. Thanks to these talents, he has great relationships with many households. Lannisters are very proud of the reader. Aerys is very jealous of them.

[melrosing]

anyway I'm gonna start posting My Own Robert's Rebellion Adaptation ep by ep because.... GRRM's never gonna do it?? I have too much time?? both?? stay tuned

rules are I can fuck with timelines a little as a treat, but not so much that events/character ages & development are changed. so for example Aerys doesn’t actually make Tywin hand till four years into his reign I think, but who actually cares when Jaehaerys died, let’s say it was a little later and that Tywin was made Hand straight off

finally I am picturing a two season show where this one ends w Harrenhal. anyway

Next Part: Episode 2

Episode 1: Aerys' Dad Dies

We open on the body of King Jaehaerys II, lying in state at the Sept of Baelor. There’s a silent congregation standing around him, and closest of all his children, Aerys and Rhaella. Between them stands their young son, Rhaegar

At the King’s council as they discuss next steps from here. Right now, Aerys seems faintly charming, albeit with a jagged edge. There’s mention of Rhaella’s new pregnancy, and a fear that the distress of losing their father might cause her ill health. Everyone wants the transition to Aerys’ rule to be smooth as possible, so he must choose a Hand asap. His council have ideas; Aerys has one of his own 🦁

We are introduced to Tywin Lannister, travelling in a golden coach (obvs) to King’s Landing. With him are Joanna and their year-old twins. Tywin looks pleased with himself; Joanna notes he’s not Hand yet, but Tywin has no doubt he will be

The Lannisters are greeted jovially by Aerys, who is a little too familiar with Joanna, making her, Tywin and Rhaella equally uncomfortable. Aerys is introduced to the Lannister twins (inadvertantly meeting his own future murderer - 🚨 kill bill sirens 🚨 ), and welcomes all. Generally just appears a bit too upbeat for a funeral, because as a human being he is just fundamentally Off

The funeral: burning Jaehaerys’ body in a ‘manmade pyre’. Aerys mumbles they used to have dragons for this, the implication being that there’s something faintly undignified about this for a Targaryen. Rhaella weeps, and Rhaegar stares hard into the flames because he is a weird 👏 kid 👏

Rhaella and Joanna take a walk through the gardens of the Red Keep. Rhaella implies having noticed Aerys’ behaviour towards her, and that she has noticed it before. Joanna quietly asserts that she does not invite it. Rhaella says she knows - Aerys is like that

Aerys and Tywin meet for post-funeral drinks in Aerys’ solar. Aerys comments that he finds Rhaegar kind of strange and bookish, and believes he has too much of his mother in him. More generally, we see both the familiar and the fractious in how Aerys and Tywin engage, and have some sense of the two being childhood friends (insofar as either of these men even know what a friend is ❤️). Aerys offers the position of Hand to Tywin. Tywin plays a little hard to get, but ultimately agrees. A rare Tywin smile is witnessed x

The coronation: Targ aesthetic dialled up to eleven, because I imagine the more insecure Targaryen kings would cling to it in the absence of dragons. Aerys passes the dragon skulls on his way to the throne (some heavy-handed visual foreshadowing by urs truly xo). Watching on are the heads of the greathouses and their young scions: Aerys death stands all about him in the room, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Rhaella too receives a crown, and somehow doesn’t looked thrilled about it

Final scene sees Rhaegar sitting crosslegged on the floor of his bedchamber with a book and a candle, singing a Valyrian song to himself - the words are not translated