#Daenerysfic

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Little Dragon -15

Summary: You were a child slave of Meereen, when one day a silver haired woman sets you free. Though your master isn’t too keen on letting you go, and Daenerys took personal action to see you freed and taken care of.

(Warnings: a time skip here and there, other than that, shit’s about to go down!)

High Valyrian is in cursive

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You hated this, just sitting still, not knowing what was going on. You couldn’t help your leg bouncing up and down anxiously, you tried to act like the lady Daenerys had raised you to be, but you simply couldn’t, every chance you got you looked out a window, watching the sky, waiting for two massive shadows to cover it as they flew by. You had barely eaten, you didn’t feel hungry, nor thirsty, it didn’t matter where you were, you were pacing back and forth, your mother had gone to war before, but you knew of the new weapons Cersei had, the ones that could shoot a dragon out of the sky, when you said what you said, you didn’t actually think it would happen, but what if Drogon got hit? What he fell towards the ground, crushing Daenerys in the process of landing? What if it took down Rhaegal? What if Daenerys, your mother, got hurt in some way?

All these thoughts kept you pacing, you didn’t understand how everyone else could seem so calm, Sansa and Arya barely seemed bothered, and Bran just stared at nothing, though he had begun to glance at you sometimes, as if he knew something you didn’t, and it made your skin crawl. She had to make it back, she had to, you didn’t know what to do without her, all this time she had raised you, you knew she had raised you to become Queen one day, but you wanted that day to be years away, when she was old and happy and went peacefully, maybe, if what the witch told her wasn’t true, she’d even have more children. Maybe she would marry Jon.

You sighed as you sat down in your room, looking out the window for the hundredth time that day, so it was no wonder that you jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You got up and walked over, opening it to see none other than Bran, staring at you from his wheelchair “hello, (Y/N)” he said in an even voice, making you nervously curtsey as you let him be rolled inside by Samwell Tarly, who you hadn’t noticed before “Lord Stark, Lord Tarly” you greeted, closing the door once they were inside, but Sam instantly went for the door anyway, making you stare at him confused as he left, leaving you alone with the crippled Lord Stark who called himself the ‘Three Eyed Raven’.

You stood nervously as he just stared out the window in your room, making you wonder why he was there. Just as you were about to say something he turned to look at you “don’t worry, she’ll be back” you frowned, walking over to him and pulling up a chair, sitting in front of him, but not in front of the window. “You’re wondering how I know” he stated in a very dull tone, as if this whole conversation thing bored him. You merely gave a small nod, which just made him look back out the window again, not saying anything else, you both sat there in silence, his eyes never leaving the window, he barely moved, and you would’ve thought he was a statue if his chest wasn’t rising and falling ever so slightly when he breathed. “You will be a good Queen, I have seen it” you frowned at his words, you had begun to relax, but this just put you off even more “I-I’m sorry?” you finally managed to force the words out of your throat, making him look back at you, his head turning with dull and lazy movements “I have seen it, you know what it’s like at the bottom, but you’ve also been at the top. Now, you just have to learn to be in the middle as well” you frowned once again at his words, your eyes locked with his as you searched them for answers “I’m afraid I-”

“Yes, you should be. But it’s alright” your eyes widened at his words, and you were about to say something else when he, once again, beat you to it “you know by now. About Jon” you nodded at his words, looking down, which seemed to amuse him, he didn’t laugh or chuckle, or even scoff, but he just smiled, like you told him a joke that was funny, but not funny enough to earn a verbal response of any kind. “You know about who he really is, Daenerys told you. I thought she would, but I’m glad to not be disappointed. You will have to come to terms with it soon though, this land will gain yet another child ruler, but this time, it’s not of blood it reigns” you looked back up at him to find him already looking outside the window, and once you followed his gaze, you saw a shadow in the sky approaching from the south, a shadow you knew all too well, and you rushed outside of your room, forgetting about Bran and what he had said in that emotionless voice of his, your feet carrying you towards her.

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You watched Varys stand in front of Daenerys, you by her side, Tyrion by her other side. You couldn’t believe it, amongst everything, he had decided to betray her, betray you and all that he pledged himself to. You had lost Viserion, Rhaegal, Ser Jorah, Missandei, Ezzo, and now Varys had gone behind Daenerys’ back and conspired against her, you felt cold as you watched your mother sentence him to death by dragonfire, not because of the cold air surrounding you, but because of everything you had lost, you felt empty. Missandei was like an aunt to you, a sister to your mother, Rhaegal and Viserion were your brothers, Ser Jorah was like a friend and Ezzo… Ezzo was what none of them could ever be, he embodied what you believed love to be, adoration and a sense of trust and friendship, you still carried the arakh he gave you, it sat tightly against your hip as you watched Varys burn alive, not even a muscle moved in your entire body. Once it was done, you looked to Daenerys to see the same cold look, but when she looked at you and saw the same emotionless look, it was like she began to worry, though you couldn’t understand why.

You turned around and went back into Dragonstone, going straight to your room, unaware of a worried Daenerys trying to catch up to you, but giving up as it was clear that you wanted to be left alone

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You watched from a safe distance as the city burned, the bells ringing in surrender, Daenerys on top of Drogon, sitting on top of a building. Your brows furrowed as you saw her fly off towards the Red Keep, your eyes widened at what she was about to do, your head shaking out of it’s own accord “no, no don’t…” you whispered, unaware of the sad look Tyrion gave you as you watched your mother burn down King’s Landing. You didn’t know what happened, one minute you were standing next to Tyrion, the next you were running towards the city, almost at the hole she blew in the wall. You panted heavily as you got inside of the city, looking towards the sky for the shadow of Drogon. You spotted him in the distance and ran towards him, stopping once you saw her begin to burn the streets as well now, you felt your heart pounding in your ears, you could hear the screams of people, people being burned alive. You looked around and spotted a crumbling building, you used the bricks and broken edges to climb to the top of the roof, staring at the city burning below, watching in horror as Daenerys continued to burn the city. You felt your throat closing in, tears blurring your vision and you barely noticed letting out a scream as Drogon burned yet another street.

Drogon’s head whipped around towards the scream, Daenerys glancing at you on top of a building, and instantly fear overtook her, you weren’t supposed to be here, you were supposed to be with Tyrion and those who couldn’t fight, you were supposed to stay safe. Out of instinct Drogon flew towards you, landing on a nearby building right in front of you. Daenerys watched you stare at all the destruction she had caused, and a part of her started to feel guilty, they had rung the bells, they had surrendered, and she had burned them to the ground. You turned your head to look at her, staring at her in horror, a look of fear upon your face that she never wanted to see again, one that felt like a dagger to the heart, because it was directed at her, and what she had done.

Daenerys was about to say something, but decided against it, instead she let Drogon lean in, allowing you to climb up behind her on him, letting him take off towards the destroyed Red Keep. You watched the streets below, covered in ashes and bricks, everything was destroyed. The streets were still burning as you reached the keep, and the second Drogon landed you got off, quickly taking long steps away from him and your mother, looking down at the ground as she stared at you with hurt in her eyes. Yet she got off as well, approaching what was once the entrance to the keep, addressing her army as Drogon stretched his wings, he was probably still hurting after the battle against the Night King where he was wounded.

You listened as Daenerys made her speech, talking about continuing to break the wheel she had told you of, when you had gotten older. But it felt wrong, perverse even. She spoke of breaking the wheel that crushed all others for the benefit of those on top, but she had burned a city to the ground. It wasn’t a fortress full of soldiers, it was a city, a home to so many people, so many lives were lived here, and now there were several feet of ash covering the streets, she had become the one on top when those bell rung, and she had crushed those below her, killed innocent people, and yet, yet you understood her, she had lost everything for this, she had lost everyone trying to get here, if you had been on top of Rhaegal instead, maybe you would have done the same, or maybe, she really was a mad king’s daughter. It didn’t matter anymore, it didn’t change the fact that she was your mother, you knew she still was your mother, it was not as if a switch had been flipped, she was still the woman who held your hair out of the way as a knight cut off a collar, she was still the woman who let you get up close with her dragons, her only other children, she was still the woman who freed you, gave you clothes and food and raised you as her own, not out of obligation, she had none to you, but because of the kindness she possessed. Because she saw more in you than just a slave. She would be a good Queen, you were sure of it, she had always said she never came here to be Queen of the Ashes, right?

Yet as you looked out over the rumble, all you could see was ashes. Ashes and smoke, covering the building and clouding them in grief. You turned around and left, going inside of the ruins that once stood as the Red Keep, maybe someone had survived? Maybe someone had been hidden away? You continued into the ruins, ending up in a giant room with a large chair at the end, the roof was gone and behind the iron chair was a window, broken and shattered. You approached the large chair, it had long steps leading up to it, and it was made entirely out of swords, and that’s when it hit you, your eyes widening as realization set in. You slowly approached the chair, a hand slowly reaching out, letting your fingertips brush against the spiked edges leading up to the chair itself, the whole thing was melted together to create the shape it had now, and you remembered, dragonfire. Aegon used his dragon’s fire to melt the chair out of the swords of his enemies and the people who knelt before him.

You remember reading about it, it seemed so long ago now, but here you were, your childhood dreams coming true, and yet you felt empty, your fingertips leaving the spiked steps leading up to the throne itself. You sighed, watching how high up it was and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips, all this death and torment, for this? For a chair high up, made to look down on people? Made to make you feel better than all the others below you. Now, a part of you had wished it had melted or gotten destroyed when your mother had burned down the keep. Maybe, if it was gone, it wouldn’t make those sitting in it’s place seem so godly. From what you had heard, the Kings and the one Queen who had sat on it acted like gods, sure, some had been kind and generous, but they had been so high up, could they really see everyone below it? You turned, hearing footsteps, seeing Daenerys slowly walk towards you, pride in her steps, and although you loved her, it made you sick, she took pride in the ashes beneath her feet.

“Isn’t it beautiful? One day, you will sit on it, my little dragon” you cringed at the thought, but Daenerys didn’t notice, too busy staring at it. You glanced at the throne before approaching her, studying her before looking away “one day” was all you said as you walked outside, leaving her to gaze at the throne as you headed towards Drogon, the last brother you had left.

You sighed as you sat down by his head, watching Jon Snow enter the keep, presumably looking for Daenerys, or maybe he wanted to gaze at the throne too, then they could both stare at it together, how romantic.

You glanced at Drogon, he looked tired, making a smile form on your lips “thank you, by the way” his eyes slowly opened, looking to you, but he didn’t move “for keeping me safe with Rhaegal, before-...” you stopped yourself, your smile fading as you looked down at your hands, tears in your eyes “I wish that chair had burned with the rest of the keep” you whispered, shaking your head, feeling Drogon inch his head closer to you for comfort, and a part of you think he actually understood your words, maybe even agreed with you, but it still encouraged you to speak your mind “this whole time I-... I wasn't expecting to lose so much, I-... Viserion, Rhaegal, Missandei, Ser Jorah, Ezzo… and now I, I don’t recognize her, Drogon, you should have seen her in there, she just stared at the throne, like it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen” you hadn’t realized that you had been crying until you felt his wing wrap around your back, bringing you back to reality.

You sighed trying to dry your tears with your sleeves but was cut off as Drogon lifted his head, and somehow, somehow you could feel anxiety seeping off of him “what is it? What is it Drogon?” Drogon sniffed the air and let out a screech, and you felt your heart plummet as you got up and ran into the throne room, you could hear Drogon’s wings flap as you ran inside, flying to meet you on the other side of the throne room.

You threw the doors open to see Drogon next to Daenerys, Jon staring in fear as Daenerys was on the ground, a dagger in her heart. You let out a breath as you came close, Jon noticing you first now, and his face was contorted in pain and realization, he wasn’t planning on you seeing her, dead with a dagger in her heart, right here, with him standing next to her corpse. You kneeled down next to her, watching as Drogon tried to nudge her awake and you let out a whimper that caught both Drogon and Jon’s attention. Your hands were shaking as you wrapped them around her shoulders, shaking her gently, but nothing worked. Your hands moved up to cup her face, her nose and mouth bleeding, the blood running down a face that had once smiled at you with such kindness and adoration, your hands smearing it as you held her face “Mhysa… Mhysa please…” you whispered, leaning your forehead against hers as you sobbed, but seeing as nothing worked, it was like it’s only now that you realized that she was dead. Your head slowly turned to look at Jon, who had tears in his eyes, like he knew this would have cost him his life, like he expected it, or even wanted it. You had never felt so angry, it was like a raging fire, a fire that burned deep within you, growing, making you more angry with each passing second until you found yourself standing, your body shaking from anger “why?? Just tell me why” you whispered harshly and Jon sighed heavily, tears in his eyes as well “I-... she-... she would have continued to burn cities, she-”

“You don’t know that! She’s my mother and you murdered her on an assumption?!” you screamed, tears running down your cheeks, dropping to the ash stained floor below. You fell back down on your knees and lifted your mother’s dead corpse up, cradling her in your arms, sobbing loudly, your tears mixing with her blood on your clothing and hands, your cheek pressed against her bloody one. You tried to shake her awake again and when it once again didn’t work, a loud scream tore through your throat, echoing in the destroyed throne room as Drogon burned the chair instead of Jon, your scream continuing even as Drogon nudged you after burning the chair, you only quieted when you ran out of air in your lungs. “Mhysa wake up, wake up! Wake up, please, I need you!!” you whimpered in High Valyrian, as though it somehow would wake her up, make her eyes open, let her gaze up at you with the same love she always had shown you. You lifted your head and gazed at Drogon, as though you both had a silent conversation and your gaze went back to Daenerys’ body, her pale and unmoving face. You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, letting go of her and getting up, taking a step back as Drogon looked at you with sad eyes. “It’s okay” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck as much as you could, stepping back as he picked her up “take her home” you whispered, Drogon giving one last glance at you before flying off with her, the Unsullied barging through the doors as Drogon’s wings carried him off with her corpse, the dagger still in her heart. You looked at Gray Worm with red and puffy eyes, anger coursing through your veins as you looked to a shocked Jon, “arrest Jon Snow for the murder of Queen Daenerys Stormborn, of house Targaryen” you ordered and immediately he was siezed “you will await a fair trial for the murder of our beloved queen, until then, you are to remain imprisoned” you ordered and he was dragged away, your eyes moving to Gray Worm, red and puffy from crying, throat burning from screaming, cheeks still wet with your tears as you turned, walking up to the melted remains of the throne, turning so it was behind you and the destroyed hall was in front of you.

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If I had a nickel for everytime a beloved Targaryen protagonist turned into a full villain despite never doing so in the books I'd have 2 nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it KEEPS HAPPENING TO BELOVED TARGARYENS

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Little Dragon - Part 2

Summary: You were a child slave of Meereen, when one day a silver haired woman sets you free. Though your master isn’t too keen on letting you go, and Daenerys took personal action to see you freed and taken care of.

Daenerys Targaryen x child!Reader

Warnings: slight angst on Daenerys’ part.

High Valyrian is in cursive

Part 2

As you arrived outside the city, you looked around, you had never been outside of the city, not what you could remember, you had only dreamed of the freedom to do so, and here you stood. You looked up at the silver haired lady who set you free, she had promised to show you her dragons, creatures you had only read about. You were starting to get disappointed, you were just standing in a field, that is until you heard a screech that made you grab the skirt of Daenerys, hiding yourself behind her side. Daenerys was starting to wonder if this was a good idea, you were just a little kid, what if something happened to you? What if her dragons hurt you? And her fears only grew as her dragons soared above your heads, landing in front of them, and she almost held you back but you had gotten out of her reach, approaching one of the dragons, Rhaegal. Daenerys could hear her heart beating in her ears, her heart hammering against her chest with worry, yes Rhaegal was the kindest and gentlest of all her children, but he was still a dragon, her eyes set on you, watching every move you made towards the dragons, slowly regretting this more and more, until she saw you touch Rhaegal on the nose, giggling up at him with joy in your eyes. The dragons were just a bit larger than you by now, and still growing, but you had no fear for them, and they seemed to like you, both Viserion and Drogon approaching you, making you laugh and pet all three of them, switching between them.

Daenerys exhaled heavily in relief, Missandei coming up beside her, holding her up as Daenerys felt a bit weak, but as you looked back she just nodded at you and grinned, making you look back at the dragons. You seemed to have taken a special liking to Rhaegal, and it seemed likewise. The other dragons had flown off, but Rhaegal stayed by you, almost snuggling up against you. Rhaegal was the calmest and sweetest of the three, but still a dragon, one wrong move and-

“What are their names?” you asked, breaking Daenerys out of her thoughts, she smiled to you once again “the black and red is called Drogon, the lighter one is Viserion, and the one green one you’re petting is called Rhaegal'' she answered, making you look back at Rhaegal, but glanced to the sky at the two others that soared about “I like them” you said, looking back at the silver haired Queen, making her grin even wider “good, I do too, but let’s go back, you can visit them tomorrow” you looked at Rhaegal, and did something that stunned her, you put your forehead against Rhaegal’s head, something she did with Drogon when they were smaller, small enough to be on her arms. You moved away from Rhaegal, waving at the dragons as you walked back to Daenerys who smiled down at you, and extended her hand to you, taking it as you walked back to the Great Pyramid.

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It had been a few days since you had met the Dragon Queen, in person, and her dragons. You were still living in the Great Pyramid, but you had barely seen Daenerys, she had Missandei check on you a few times per day, but she was busy too, so was Daario, Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan, who you had all gotten to meet. You were in your room, not really having anything to do, you even considered leaving, the first few days had been spent exploring and enjoying your room, it was big, way bigger than you ever thought you could have, and you explored it to the full extent, but today, today you had nothing to do. You sat on your bed, looking around bored, that is until you heard a low screech, a screech you knew. You jumped off the bed and saw Rhaegal land on your balcony, you giggled and ran to him, hugging his scaly neck before stepping back, he had gotten so big, and it had only been a few days.

You spent hours just petting Rhaegal and talking to him, he even acted like he understood you, or perhaps he did. Your playing session with Rhaegal was interrupted by the sound of Daenerys entering your room “(Y/N)? I have someone I would like you to meet-” she was cut short seeing Rhaegal in your room, and she turned even paler than she already was, horrified for a few seconds as her eyes scanned you for any injury, but seeing none, she relaxed. She sighed heavily in relief that you were okay, walking further into the room “why is Rhaegal in your room?” you just shrugged at her question, playing with the different spikes on Rhaegal’s neck, and he didn’t seem to mind, he actually looked like he enjoyed it, surprising Daenerys even more. She shook herself out of her thoughts “well, I have someone I would like you to meet, so he will have to leave” she sighed seeing your sad look “can he come back later?” you asked, looking up at her with those big, round beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, making it hard for Daenerys to deny you, so she simply nodded with a calm smile, making you grin widely as Rhaegal left, you waving after him as he flew out of your open balcony and away.

You looked back at Daenerys, who introduced you to a teacher, she wanted you to learn the common tongue, she wanted you to learn history, to learn everything about everything, a prospect that both excited you and made you scrunch your nose. Daenerys laughed a bit at your childish behavior, but it was to be expected from you, you were only ten after all. But you sat down with the teacher nonetheless, and she sat with you for two hours, helping you pronounce the different words, calm you when you got upset that you didn’t understand one word, and helped define another. She was proud, by the end of the day, you could speak a few sentences in the common tongue, she was very proud indeed, a feeling she only felt towards her dragons, her children.

After the teacher had left for the day you were tired, Daenerys ate supper with you before putting you to bed, about to leave before you grabbed her hand, tiredly wanting her to stay, which you mumbled, barely audible, but she made out one word that shocked her, tears stinging the corners of her eyes, ‘Mhysa’. She sat at the edge of the bed, holding your hand as you fell asleep. She sat with you for so long that Daario came looking for her, and when he found her she sat at the edge of your bed, still holding your hand with a blissful smile, dried tears on her cheeks. She looked to Daario, grinning widely before looking back at you, gently stroking your forehead with her free hand. She kissed your forehead before going to her own chambers with Daario, a smile on her face the entire way and an odd form of peace within her.