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theteamgreen · 2 days
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Daenerys Targaryen is one of my favorite Targaryen characters.
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wodania · 5 days
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“our towers, they rose up and set with the sun / our sermons, they burnt us with fiery tongues / we wrought our wings of metal, surprised when we fell,” eastward of eden by amelia day
“The Valyrians learned one deplorable thing from the Ghiscari: slavery. The Ghiscari whom they conquered were the first to be thus enslaved, but not the last. The burning mountains of the Fourteen Flames were rich with ore, and the Valyrians hungered for it: copper and tin for the bronze of their weapons and monuments; later iron for the steel of their legendary blades; and always gold and silver to pay for it all.” a world of ice and fire, ancient history: valyria’s children
“The freed slaves parted before her. “Mother,” they called from a hundred throats, a thousand, ten thousand. “Mother,” they sang, their fingers brushing her legs as she flew by. “Mother, mother, mother!”” a storm of swords, daenerys iv
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elisefrost · 3 months
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DAENERYS TARGARYEN & DROGON in Game of Thrones Seasons 1 - 8
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amoratearte · 3 months
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“Viserys sold my mother’s crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen.”
“the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils were yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx.”
Daenerys and her children.
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andreia-carbonari · 2 months
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Targaryen House.
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gracielikegrapes · 7 months
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Dothraki Dany
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heartysworld · 2 years
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House of the dragon || Masterlist
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Daemon Targaryen
• A dragon and its rider
• You have bewitched me, body and soul
• The Lady's Choice
• Quite the surprise
• King of the Narrow Sea (Pt.1)
• King of the Narrow Sea (Pt.2)
• Twin flames
• For all we know
• The one she married & the one she loved
• The Wolf and The Dragon
• The Wolf and The Dragon Pt.2
• His challenge
• A mother
• Three years
• Sway me away
• The King's Plan
• The miracle that saved them both
• No one would ever hurt you
• The way Fate works
• Forbidden lovers
• An unusual union
• You saved me
• The Letter
• The Dragon's anger
• Punishments and Happiness
• The dragonkeeper
• The threatened heirs
• What love is
• In my eyes
HARWIN STRONG
• The Lovers
• My dragoness
• Until my last breath
Aemond Targaryen
• Gods Eye
• Gods Eye Prequel
• Anything for you
• Your beauty never scared me
• Just like you
• The Northener who tamed the dragon
• Make your choice Pt.1
• Make your choice Pt.2
• The missing piece
• My King
• The oath he gave
• The gift that saved them all
• A precious moment
• Nobody would dare
• The Letters
• A woman's power
• Ever Since
• An eye for an eye
Jacaerys Velaryon
• Blood of my blood
• I married you
Aegon Targaryen
• I did not marry a family
• A great sacrifice
• Moonlight
Criston Cole
• A thousand miles away
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reareaotaku · 2 months
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Yandere! Daenerys Targaryen Headcanons
I've never watched Game of Thrones [GOT] so I'm sorry if this is OOC, but just know I tried my best. [I know a little bit about her from Tiktok Edits]
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From the moment she saw you, she was enchanted and had to have you
She'll approach you bold and confident, hoping to catch not only your eye but maybe your hand as well
She doesn't care where you're from, even if you're a White Walker, she will take you and engrave you into the House of Targaryen
^ Her brother will see it as a betrayal, but she's quick to hush him up, saying he knows nothing of love
Loves when you call her Dany/Dannie, it makes her feel warm and special inside
Will braid your hair, telling you it's part of a tradition, whenever you win a tournament and battle, under the guise that it's easier for her to braid it
Would love if you braid her hair after winning a fight
It makes her feel closer to you and you're sharing a special moment
She hums to you while she braids it
Mostly lullabies
She turns you around when she's done braiding and looks at your face. She'll slowly caress your cheek, before putting some baby hairs behind your ear
^ She looks at you like you're the only person in the world
And to her, you are
Will take you riding on her dragons
At first you were scared, but she's quick to console you and tell you it'll be fine
God, she loves when you squeeze her tightly in fear of falling
Every rejection you send her way just makes her more determined
She's protective over you. If anyone dares threaten you, she will kill them. How dare they try and threaten the love of her life? They were asking for death
She would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask. You want a specific food? Well, she'll travel across the world to get it for you
Sometimes she doesn't think about her actions in full and can end up accidentally hurting you
In those moments, she becomes frustrated at herself for hurting you. She becomes angry and will profusely apologize
Speaking of anger, whenever she does become angry, especially when it's because she hurt you, someone always gets hurt. She has to hurt someone else to replace the feeling of guilt and shame from hurting you. She doesn't care who, just anyone besides you. Maybe even someone you dislike?
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cleanbutsalty · 4 months
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Motherrr of dragons
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vorsdany · 8 months
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ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ
Daenerys Targaryen x Winged!Reader
Words : 3.5k+ (I don’t think this counts as drabble-)
Summary : They called you demon, and how could the Dragon Queen love a demon? But perhaps, Daenerys was one, too.
Warning (s) : Injuries, self-hate?? angst if u squint. (her) pronoun used. my shitty ass writing I hope u understand this piece of mind.
ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
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Having dragons around had been only a myth for centuries. The Northerners already had a hard time wrapping their heads around the fact that they existed now, in their home. The tales of a dragon Queen that made appearances in children’s stories a week ago, now walking the same earth as them.
That might’ve been a little exaggerated – but what laid before their eyes were true and against everything they’d believed, so they did not love the dragon Queen.
Despite the fact that she was lending them help, Daenerys had received nothing but hostile glares and hateful whispers they didn’t think she could hear, and the only thing keeping her feet planted on the frozen soil was your grounding presence by her side.
Their eyes snapped to the sky when her children flew past, roars and screeches filling her ears and warmth spreading through her body, the raging winter casted to the back of her mind as she forgot about the dangers lurking beyond the wall, if only for a moment.
Winterfell was the first line of defense, and Daenerys Targaryen would stand as Queen while they raged war. That is, if they don’t fuck up this alliance she was trying to build.
Amidst the crowd’s gaping and amazement, Daenerys found your longing stare at the sky, recalling the way you’d whined and begged her to travel with the dragons. She’d almost relented – almost, and though you were understanding of the comfort you brought her in a foreign city, it didn’t stop you from yearning for the freedom, away from judging stares from the people.
You tried to ignore their suspecting glance on your back – a pair of black and white wings folded neatly to your skin, wary of their hostility as you tried to retreat, as if trying to hide them. Daenerys was one step away from calling back her army and turning away from Winterfell, had it not for the brush of your extended wing over her head, tickling her cheeks as they acted as a cover from the falling snow, she would’ve done just that.
Fingers pointed at you without shame and murmurs tickled your ears, sending the tip of it a shade darker as you averted your eyes to the ground; ‘Look at her! Demon! The Dragon Queen brought a demon to us!’
Jon Snow had been an enigma, an earthquake causing you to lose your footing on a steady ground by stepping foot into dangerous territory where he knew he could be toast in the next second – he was nice, perhaps could use a little wisdom, but nice didn’t make him survive this long, and as a King, at that.
So you’d followed him. No, you’d followed Daenerys, who’d decided to follow him to the North, where you were 97% sure would be the place of your doom.
The Starks were.. lovely. Sansa had the most fiery red hair you’d ever seen, the bluest eyes that rivaled the color of the sky, and a smile that never quite reached her eyes. Brandon was strange, his eyes as empty as it was filled with knowledge beyond his years. Arya Stark was a force to be reckoned with, despite her small frame, she was exceptional in combat; In no time at all, she’d became someone you adored, a sister you never got the chance to have.
Attempting to ignore the gaping hole inside your heart as Daenerys drifted further each day, you’d gravitated towards them – complete strangers, friends, perhaps. But they made much better company than your loved ones, nowadays.
“Where were you?” The feathers on your wings ruffled and stood tensely at the sudden voice, one that belonged to the Targaryen Queen. Daenerys could see the flush on your cheeks, as if caught red handed doing something you shouldn’t and knowing you, it probably was something she’d prohibited you from doing; like flying, drawing attention, being free.
You cleared your throat, the ends of your wings stiff under the scrutiny and snow falling out from between the gaps of each strip of fluff. It was wet, water dripping to the floor and you knew you’d been found.
Daenerys pressed her lips into a thin line, the commotion outside only adding to the crease on her forehead – people had erupted in chaos the moment they’d spotted a ‘demon fairy’ flying about in their skies, a winged figure accompanying the dragons like a guardian as they conquered the icy air. There was no doubt the words of winds had reached her ears, resulting in her sudden appearance on your door after days of not having time to even glance your way.
“You already know, Your Majesty. Why bother asking?” You crossed your arms, avoiding her face and missing the hurt that flashed in her violet orbs that you had so terribly missed. Daenerys squeezed her eyes shut, frustration rolling off of her in waves and you mentally prepared yourself for the berating ready to explode – it never came.
The Khaleesi had always admired your courage, the headstrong personality that caught her off guard upon encountering a scared, broken creature in the midst of a starry night. Though you could hide your horns, there was no way to disguise your massive wings; it soon became her favourite part of you, after the childlike grin as your face lit up in fascination when meeting the dragons.
She would ask to touch them, soft and sensitive under her fingers, each night with a new question blooming inside her mind with curiousity and each night, she was filled with wonder of how you came to be.
A night fairy. One would never think such a magical creature could be real. But people never saw the beautiful soul beneath the demonic front, only their fear shrouding over their ability to see past it.
“They’ve already seen me. What’s the difference of being in the sky and on the ground?” Your hands were cold. Perhaps it was the winds, adrenaline melting off and letting the cold seep into your skin, or it might’ve been the woman standing in front of you, disappointment clear in her stance. Guilt reared its ugly head within you, internally scolding yourself for being impulsive.
“They hate what they don’t understand; you are what they don’t understand. The last thing I would want is for them to—” Daenerys cut herself off, inhaling deeply as she tried to remain calm, pushing the tears away from making a rainfall upon her cheeks. Fear coated her features, but you’d taken it the wrong way – she wasn’t afraid of you, but instead for you. It did not matter.
“That’s what this is, then? Them? What they think of you? And what about me, Daenerys? Have you thought about it once?” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice, and when her eyes widened, red on the edges as she stared in shock, taken aback by your boldness – it was too late to take it back.
“People fear anything they’ve never seen. They feared my dragons, but you, they’ve never even heard.” She spoke slowly, each word a stabbing pain, as if a sword was sent to stake your heart over and over again.
“I’m not a monster.” Through gritted teeth, you’d managed to let out the syllables you didn’t even believe in; the same ones she used to tell you under her loving gaze, encased within her arms and away from the horrors outside.
“You’re terrifying!” Daenerys didn’t yell out the words, didn’t throw it aggressively in your face – it was merely a whisper, like a realization hitting her with a full force and nothing had ever pained you this greatly.
“You asked for me.” It was taking all the effort in your body to not break, hundreds feet of walls building up around you as Daenerys did nothing but observe, watching the broken masterpiece she created, simply letting her eyes linger as you collapsed in on yourself.
“You shouldn’t have accepted.” You visibly recoiled, not able to meet her eyes anymore as dread filled your stomach, not ever prepared to see the malice she might’ve held in them.
The remark left a bitter taste in Daenerys’s mouth, her mind running miles in a minute yet she was too slow, regretted too late because when she opened her mouth to take it back, your spot was empty.
Daenerys had to swallow her own poison.
A warm smile took over her features, showing off her perfect teeth and the edges of her eyes pulled adorably, a sigh in her voice when she extended her hand for you to take. “Come with me.” You hesitated, fearing, worried of the reaction she would receive with a strange creature by her side. A monster. A demon, standing by the dragon Queen; it would make a hard time for them to accept her, and it was already hard as it is without you.
“You are brilliant; they would love you greatly, and if they don’t, they’ll have me to deal with.”
She’d promised, and you’d believed her with all you had, taking her hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. Daenerys always kept her words, that much you knew – but how much was she willing to sacrifice for an old throne made of iron?
It was taking everything in her power for Daenerys to not snap at the most insignificant things; the saddles for her mare was broken, the Dothraki failing to scavenge enough hunts, the everlasting chatter filling her ears, the lack of you. The Silver Queen was suffering, only because she lacked a companion – and she would’ve handled it better, had it not for the fact that you were right in front of her, yet her arms could never reach far enough.
You had settled in well, the common people aside – the Starks were humble to your presence, and even Sansa had taken a liking to you, despite her initial suspicions. Daenerys couldn’t help but feel a brewing fire ravaging her insides whenever you’d so much as beam at the Lady’s kindness.
She hadn’t the right to be angry, she knew, but how could she not, when you’d all but run away from her soon as you spotted her coming down the hall? When you’d paid Lady Sansa all of your attention, spent all of your time with Arya, saved all your jokes and tales for Jon? It was as if Daenerys never existed, never had a place in your heart.
A voice in her head told her she deserved it for what she’d said. It was her own voice, and she was speaking truth. It did not stop her heart from squeezing painfully at the thought of you.
Daenerys didn’t find the chance to face you until the day she visited her children – they’d been restless, the cold not settling well on their skin and the hunts not filling their stomachs. She could feel their uneasiness; they didn’t trust their surroundings, all too unfamiliar and strange. Much like herself, though she hoped they hadn’t been as lonely as she was.
A low hum caused her ears to perk up, the root source of their indifference to her presence; there, just beside Rhaegal’s shoulder, rested you. Daenerys could see your awareness of her arrival by the flutters of your wings, how it took a defensive stance as she took a step closer – she tried not to look too far into it.
“Taking to the skies?” She called out softly, voice trembling under the weight of her own nervousness until you turned to face her slowly, the usual grin that always answered her question was now replaced with a frown.
“Thought it would scare away your subjects.” You shrugged, not meeting her eyes and exhaling heavily, leaving an awkward tone in the atmosphere – Daenerys stilled, a grimace on her face as she thought of a million different ways she’d rehearsed to ask for your forgiveness. None of it came to mind.
“Instilling fear is one way to gain their loyalty.” That, was not what she wanted to say.
Your eyes widened, mouth agape at the implication behind her words, “You do not believe that.” Daenerys shook her head, and suddenly, she was standing two feet from where you were posted, arms wrapped around her midsection and she looked small, ashamed – like she was a child caught stealing bread at the market.
“No, I don’t.” She shook her head, testing the waters as her eyes studied your impassive front, wishing she had a power to read your mind.
“They have small brains,” She started, reaching for Drogon and rubbing his snoot as he leaned down to inspect the humans causing a shift in the air. A laugh left your throat, the sound unexpected that it startled both you and Daenerys, whose heart stuttered as it remembered the resonance like music in her ears.
“You just called them stupid, Daenerys.”
“It’s true!” She was so adamant, the offended look she sported when you repeated her claim too comical that you’d burst out laughing, eyes crinkled and tears – from mirth, this time – gathering in your eyes. Soon, she’d joined in, the weight on her shoulders loosened as she felt it slip off, the rang of your snicker easing her anxiety.
When you’d calmed, and the winds blew a little colder, your eyes trained on your feet and heart light, you couldn’t recall the last time you’d comforted one another. Instead, you’d pointed a knife at each other’s throats, managing to nick your skin just deep enough to leave a wound.
“Besides, they’ll have me to deal with.” Daenerys declared sincerely, violet eyes shining with assurance and hope – only this time, you didn’t believe her as easily as you did before.
She’s forgotten how freeing it could be, flying on dragonback. Ever since her departure from Dragonstone, Daenerys hadn’t taken flight in weeks, and she could only imagine how restricting it must’ve been for you. Her fist clenched into a tight grip on Drogon’s spikes, guilt eating at her again that not even the soft breeze could alleviate.
“Wohooo!” As fast as lightning, you flew past Daenerys, the ends of your wings brushing against her arm and causing her to catch her hair in her mouth. It was refreshing, to see you this.. free. Unburdened. As if all she’d done was lock you in a cage like some animal – like a monster. She desperately needed you to know you weren’t, despite her own accusation.
The sky was clear, not one sign of an upcoming snow. Your giggles filled the silence and rivaled the sound of the winds, wings flapping expertly, albeit a little stiff from the frosty air.
“This is much better than flying under the sun!” You shouted, eyes sparkling and visibly beaming – Daenerys wanted to keep the sight in her memories forever, deciding it was one deserving of a special place in her heart. The dragons interrupted by huffing, shaking off invisible dust from their heads in disagreement. The Khaleesi chuckled, “Someone would beg to differ.”
You spun a few times, ignoring the dragon’s protests before resuming your position to meet her at eye level. Both of you hadn’t noticed that you’d reached the inner side of the city now, away from the large field outside the borders that was still deemed safe to explore – the air turned more humid, but you paid it no mind.
“Well, someone didn’t have to burn under the sun—” You choked on your words as an arrow lodged itself in your back, just between your shoulder blades and you stopped yourself, the smile slowly disappearing from your face before another one nicked your left wing, and you plummeted to the ground.
The scream that tore through her throat could be heard at the farthest part of Winterfell, and there was no greater sorrow that being unable to comfort her as you near the ground.
The court was in shambles; the Stark siblings barking orders left and right, calling after maesters, checking the guards, demanding the shooter be caught. Some people in the court wondered if a demon was worth all the trouble, yet followed through with much reluctance after a talking down from their Lady. Daenerys hadn’t left your side – if she did, she feared losing hold of her emotions and blowing up in front of people, though she could barely care less about it.
“Your people shot her down. If they’re not caught, I will hunt and execute them myself.” Daenerys whisper-shouted at Sansa over your unconscious body, her eyes bloodshot and drowning the violet away, her skin even paler than her hair that even the redhead was worried for her well-being.
“They will face justice, Your Majesty. And I will have it seen that they get what you wish upon them. As we all do.” The Lady reassured, reaching out a hand to hover over your form before pulling away, averting her eyes as she witnessed Daenerys break.
The arrows had done damage, though they were sure it didn’t hit any fatal organs when fired – but the fall from that height had worsened the wounds and added several broken bones that Sansa had to stop herself from throwing up upon hearing about the process of setting it back.
“They will die by dragon fire.” They will suffer fire’s wrath. Slow, painful. There was a certain wrath hidden beneath her low voice, buried under a false sense of calm when it was clear that the Queen threw away her armour the moment the door to your chambers closed.
Sansa caught her message, nodding her head in approval, “Of course.” The thought of willingly handing over her people to the Dragon Queen would’ve made her sick to the stomach two moons ago, but now, it would be much worse if she didn’t shove them into a pit of fire herself.
After the redhead left, Daenerys slumped to the floor, leaning by the elbows and resting her head on her arms. A sob left her mouth, a strings of ‘I’m sorry's accompanying her hiccups.
“If it hadn’t been, if I had protected you better—” Her hands shook, fear suffocating her so badly she couldn’t breathe properly. A cold hand encompassed her shaking ones and she gasped, snapping her head upwards and meeting your eyes – oh, how she’d missed looking at them. You brought her hands to your chest, holding them close and intertwining your fingers, rubbing her palm in hopes of comforting her.
If Daenerys had been more in her right mind, she would’ve laughed at the absurdity of the situation.
“Sssshh. It’s okay, Dany. I’m alive, eh?” You grinned weakly, using your free hand to tap her cheek, wiping off the excess tears that rained down her face – they were never fitting, to see tear stains on her skin, knowing you could’ve prevented it.
“A monster is always terrifying, huh?” Daenerys shook her head rapidly, her tears flowing even faster now at your foolish attempt for a joke. “No, no. You are not terrifying, you understand me? Never.” It was the first full sentence she was able to string up to you after gaining consciousness, though you didn’t know if it should’ve brought comfort rather than uncertainty pressing on your chest.
You nodded your head for her sake instead.
“You didn’t declare war, did you?”
Daenerys sniffled loudly, inviting herself to sit by your head and tangling her fingers on your hair as you laid on your side, wings spread out on the mattress – dark and crooked against the white sheets. “We were lucky the Lady Stark didn’t declare war against her own people.” A laugh escaped you, making you wince as your entire body shook to hold in the giggles.
“Don’t make me laugh.” She released a chuckle herself, the sound enveloping the both of you in a sense of familiarity, the distance crumbling and defenses fallen. Your wing had moved to cover your form, a soft blush coating your cheeks as she continued to tease you regarding Sansa’s fondness towards you – with a massive hint of jealousy, no doubt. Her hand habitually moved to touch the object obstructing her view, softly plucking a loose feather, inciting a sigh from you as she stroke the sensitive limb.
“They’ll heal fine.” Her worried gaze landed on your sheepish face now, noticing her glance lingering longer than necessary on a bald spot where they’d needed to shave off in order to treat the wound – it was like taking care of an injured bird, except this time it was giant. Must’ve been an experience.
“I’d win our race before you know it.” Daenerys hummed, allowing her fingers to brush over the fluffy surface and embracing the flutters under her touch as you nuzzled your nose into her dress, head now resting on her lap.
She drifted to sleep shortly after your breathing evened, the underlying chaos shoved into the back of her mind as you filled the front of it to the brim. Daenerys could only hope that she hadn’t fallen too deep, hadn’t pushed her knife too far into your heart – that you’d fallen for her as deeply as she had you.
Or snow would soon become fire in Winterfell.
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a/n : really enjoyed writing this, tell me what u think! I might write more of this universe with winged!reader bcs it's my fav concept ever 😭 hit me up if u have any thoughts or ideas! love you <3
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kaoribriefs · 9 months
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Dany with Viserion, Drogon and Rhaegal
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lizzywatercolor · 1 year
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I also like to ink 🙃
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drogonthered · 9 months
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Arrax, Vermax and Meleys the Red Queen leave from Dragonstone.
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themotherofhorses · 1 year
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last of her house no more
summary: She was born to Daenerys Stormborn and Khal Drogo on the Dothraki Sea, the youngest of their dragon brood. Known as the Seven Kingdoms’ Delight, she trains with swords and arakhs, studies philosophy and history, and takes immense pride in the woman she is becoming. But her life is forever changed when she comes face-to-face with her long-deceased Green ancestors, including the man the maesters refer to as the one-eyed kinslayer. Now, this princess faces a future not even her mother could foresee in her dreams.
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pairing: aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader
warnings: individual-specific chapter warnings, but the overall series includes fluff, smut, some levels of angst, and targest incest. no use of y/n.
18+. minors, dni. all that jazz.
notes: this is me giving dany the rightful family and future she deserves, since dumb & dumber couldn't do that. if you wish to be added to the masterlist, please let me know. chapters will come with time, as i am a college student, so please be patient with me.
(moodboard artwork creds to popoponya2 on twitter)
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playlist: last of her house no more
Main Series:
Prologue
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
IX
(more to come)
One shots:
The She-Dragon is Born
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daenerystargaryen06 · 3 months
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"How beautiful, the queen tried to tell herself, but inside her was some foolish little girl who could not help but look about for Daario. If he loved you, he would come and carry you off at swordpoint, as Rhaegar carried off his northern girl, the girl in her insisted, but the queen knew that was folly..." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VII
"I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb." -A Storm of Swords -Jon XII
Daenerys wanting Daario to carry her off at sword point, and Jon thinking of stealing Val for her love. Two parallels of one girl wanting to be stolen, and one boy wanting to steal someone. Both for love.
"None of them had ever seen a direwolf before, he realized, and Ghost was twice as large as the common wolves that prowled their southron greenwoods. As he walked toward the armory, Jon chanced to look up and saw Val standing in her tower window. I'm sorry, he thought. I'm not the man to steal you out of there." -A Storm of Swords - Jon XII
"Even if her captain was mad enough to attempt it, the Brazen Beasts would cut him down before he got within a hundred yards of her." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VII
Jon is sorry he can't steal away Val, and Daenerys reflects on the fact that even if Daario did attempt to carry her off at sword point, he'd be cut down.
Both Jon and Daenerys have a sense of romanticism in their POV's. Both are hopeless romantics (perhaps Daenerys more so than Jon in a sense). Both want love, despite denying it deep down. Jon because he's a man of the Night's Watch and a bastard. Daenerys because she is a Queen over her people and accepts duty over giving in to "girlish" thoughts.
Both had found love within confinement. Jon having fallen for Ygritte while pretending to be on the Freefolk's side. Daenerys having found a twisted love in Drogo after being sold to him as a bridal slave. Both were coerced into sexual relations with Ygritte and Drogo. Both had to watch Ygritte and Drogo die (and Dany killed Drogo out of mercy).
"He found Ygritte sprawled across a patch of old snow beneath the Lord Commander's Tower, with an arrow between her breasts. The ice crystals had settled over her face, and in the moonlight it looked as though she wore a glittering silver mask [...] "Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying. -A Storm of Swords - Jon VII
"And when the bleak dawn broke over an empty horizon, Dany knew that he was truly lost to her. “When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,” she said sadly. “When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before.” Never, the darkness cried, never never never. Inside the tent Dany found a cushion, soft silk stuffed with feathers. She clutched it to her breasts as she walked back out to Drogo, to her sun-and-stars. If I look back I am lost. It hurt even to walk, and she wanted to sleep, to sleep and not to dream. She knelt, kissed Drogo on the lips, and pressed the cushion down across his face." -A Game of Thrones - Daenerys IX
Both Jon and Daenerys have also found interest again after the deaths of Ygritte and Drogo. Jon wants Val, and Daenerys sleeps with Daario and may perhaps love him, but doubts over her relations with Daario. Both focus on their duties over giving in to what they really want. Daenerys even marries again for peace over giving in to what she really wants.
Both Jon and Daenerys think of having children, but push away the ideal. Jon due to being a member of the Night's Watch and a bastard. Daenerys due to thinking she is barren/cursed by Mirri Maz Duur and can never again have a child born from her.
Jon reflects that if he ever had a son, he'd name him Robb after his brother. Daenerys when pregnant with Drogo's child names her son Rhaego after her brother.
Jon is the secret son of Rhaegar and Lyanna. Lyanna is associated with blue winter roses:
"He was walking through the crypts beneath Winterfell, as he had walked a thousand times before. The Kings of Winter watched him pass with eyes of ice, and the direwolves at their feet turned their great stone heads and snarled. Last of all, he came to the tomb where his father slept, with Brandon and Lyanna beside him. "Promise me, Ned," Lyanna's statue whispered. She wore a garland of pale blue roses, and her eyes wept blood." -A Game of Thrones - Eddard XIII
"Robert had been jesting with Jon and old Lord Hunter as the prince circled the field after unhorsing Ser Barristan in the final tilt to claim the champion's crown. Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost." -A Game of Thrones - Eddard XV
When Daenerys has visions in the House of the Undying, she sees the Wall:
"A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . ." -A Clash of Kings - Daenerys IV
Jon is the 'blue flower' she sees growing from the wall of ice, filling the air with 'sweetness'. Jon is Lyanna's son. Both carry blue flower representation.
Jon also wants to know everything there is about his mother; who she was, if she loved him, what sort of person she was. Just alike to how Daenerys wants to learn and know everything she can about Rhaegar, as she also idolizes him in a sense. Both have thoughts about these people. Jon constantly thinks about his mother (Lyanna even if he does not know yet who she is); Daenerys often thinks of Rhaegar (despite never knowing him). Both think of these people despite them already being gone from the world, and both only wish they could have known who they truly were as people and can only guess how Lyanna and Rhaegar would've thought or acted.
Jon thinks of having dragons at the Wall:
"We should have twenty trebuchets, not two, and they should be mounted on sledges and turntables so we could move them. It was a futile thought. He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three." -A Storm of Swords - Jon VIII
When Jon dies, Daenerys hears a wolf howling in the distance:
"Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X
Both have an association/thought relating to one another's animal sigil/companion. Jon thinks of wishing for three dragons (Daenerys' house sigil and her dragon children). Daenerys hears a wolf howling when Jon dies, making her feel sad and lonely (Jon's house sigil through Lyanna/Ned and his direwolf Ghost).
Both Jon and Daenerys dream of home. Daenerys with the house with the red door and the lemon tree. Jon with Winterfell.
Both are estranged from their families (Jon being at the Wall. Daenerys being in Essos and the last of her family having died).
Both have lost their brothers in different means. Both have had their mothers die from childbirth and never got to meet them. Both of their fathers (Rhaegar and Aerys) died during the Rebellion.
Both had arcs of leadership and rule, and struggle with their decisions and making hard choices. Jon winds up killed due to his choices at the end of ADWD, and Daenerys becomes stranded in the Dothraki Sea due to her choice of saving Drogon (and her people from Drogon) from the fighting pit and escaping on dragonback.
While Daenerys thinks of taking the IT as a duty due to being the last of her family and Viserys' last living heir, Jon admits to wanting to become Lord of Winterfell but turning the opportunity away.
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Daeny: would you still love me if I was a peasant girl?
Y/N: of course, only if you’d still love me if I were one too.
Daeny: I’d love you no matter the title
Y/N: and I’d still love you if you were a frog
Daeny: what? (giggles)
Y/N: just putting that out there
Daeny pulls Y/N close, nuzzling them…
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