#dany tag

[stormbornphoenix]

“is this the face of a conqueror? so far as she could tell, she still looked like a little girl.”

[dykenerys]

azor ahai this, tptwp that, we all know danys REAL destiny is to be the main character in a horse movie where during a tumultuous time in her life (viserys got sent to jail for sucking :/) she meets and bonds with a traumatized horse and they go on concurrent healing journeys until finally he lets her ride him and then they compete in and win the big race

[horriblegod]

“I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.”

daenerys targaryen moodboard

[kingsmoot]

i've always found westerosi dragons very dull but i love how jorah talks about them to dany, here. it has a very classic storybook feel to it. an exiled knight talking to his young princess about the dragons of old. as magic continues to awaken across the world, people are experiencing their own fairytales coming to life. it's very sweet and charming!

[elen-aranel]

Dearest darling Elen, when last was it that I bothered you with the idea of Regency!Pike?

Old friend of the family, Captain Pike, who was your brother's commanding officer on the good ship Enterprise, and who was invited to winter at your parent's house?

Who agrees to chaperone you and one of your suitors in the parlor, whom he finds most unimpressive

Who encouragingly offers, "He's kind," When your suitor leaves, and guffaws when you counter: "He's an idiot."

Dany my love I am sorry to take so long to reply to this ask but I have been rotating this idea in my mind, considering it, researching it, enjoying it

“An idiot? That may be, but he’s an idiot with a large estate, and important friends.” The captain shrugs. “He might be Sir Idiot before all is said and done.”

“And am I to be Lady Idiot?” You rise, feeling as though the walls of the drawing room are drawing closer. Feeling the need to move. “I’ve never aspired to jewels and pin-money. A clergyman like my father would have at least been to Oxford. Or someone like—”

You bite your tongue.

You were about to say someone like you.

But Captain Pike… whose company is so entertaining, whose contributions to conversation can be so stimulating… who is so handsome — far better looking than the idiot, or any of the small number of other men who have paid attention to you — has shown you no particular partiality. He is simply a friend.

“Someone like…? Is there another gentleman whose attentions you would prefer to entertain? Perhaps you would like me to accompany you on a walk next time?”

“Oh, no.” You can see you have piqued his curiosity, but you move to stifle it. You shake your head, meet his eyes and put sincerity into your voice. “There is no one else.”

You find you’ve wandered to the window, and you peep out between the curtains. The gilded carriage is passing through the gate, taking your suitor away.

You turn back to Captain Pike. “I merely meant to say, someone I can talk to. But I had rather be an old maid, and dote on my nephews and nieces. My brother’s children.”

He stands, and joins you by the window. “Your brother is young yet, and the sea is a dangerous place.” His tone is serious for a moment, and you almost see storms in his blue eyes. But they turn amused, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “And I might not promote him to Lieutenant.”

You roll your eyes — you know him well enough to know his words are a provocation, nothing more. But he has a point — your brother cannot inherit your father’s livings. He will need the patronage of others to make his way in the world.

“Papa would appeal to the Admiral if you don’t. Fine, then, a governess, or a teacher at a school for girls. Or perhaps I shall cut my hair, don my brother’s clothes, and run away to sea myself. I don’t believe I would be the first to do such a thing.”

He raises his brows at that, surprised, then tilts his head, studying you. He was curious before, but this is something more. Still, you meet his gaze, and the moment holds.

“And how would a fine lady such as yourself like the sea, and all the privations we face in the Navy? Surely your brother has written to you of the hardships he faces aboard my ship?”

You incline your head. “He has indeed, on many occasions. And I know I would not… relish… engagements with the Spanish. But he has also written to me of palm trees, distant shores… sunlight sparkling on the ocean. I feel sure I could become accustomed to hard work, if it meant I was able to see some more of the world. If it gave me even some measure of the freedom that I lack in my present station.”

You sigh, looking out of the window again, to the tiny part of the world you know. “I suppose I shall have to marry the idiot, to protect my dear mamma in years to come if nothing else. And I do understand my fortune, truly. But… my dowry is next to nothing, and there are many other ladies who would near kill to be mistress of Hampton Park. Why does the idiot press these attentions on me?”

The door opens and your mother bustles in, followed by the housemaid laden with a fresh pot of tea and a plate of biscuits.

But you don’t think you imagine hearing Pike mutter, “Why indeed?” to himself in answer to your question.

[foxilayde]

Was literally going to title this "Breaking Dawn" and I was like "hmmm whys that sound familiar?" lmao fuk it, "Breaking Dawn" [Duke Leto Atreides x Fem!Reader]

A/N: So I was reading A Stalwart Gem by @youvebeenlivingfictional for the millionth time, you know? like ya do, and his lil scene popped in my head and I wrote it really fast. Here u go. THIS IS A FIC THAT TAKES PLACE IN DANY'S UNIVERSE ITS A FIC OF A FIC, FIC-CEPTION. GO READ A STALWART GEM IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: nudity, 90% dialogue, and I probably spelled a lot of fictional things incorrectly just a heads up

“None of the suitors appealed to you at all?”

You’re certain Leto’s question is the result of a logical trail of thought in his head, but to you in your blissed out, post-coital state, it is a non-sequitur. 

You face him more fully on your side in your four-post bed— an unequivocal upgrade from the orchards. This way you can lie naked and trail your hands over each other freely without constantly checking your surroundings. You can see him better like this too. The moonlight in your ‘commune with nature’ is too dim and pale on his skin, but in your bedroom the warmth of the firelight dances across the golden hues of of his sturdy body, flickering and throwing appealing shadows across the landmarks of his form. You trail your fingers through the valley of his chest.

“There was one suitor who caught my eye.” 

“Oh?”

“Is that Atreides green jealousy I see?”

Leto breaths out in a polite laugh at your jest. “You’re being coy. Which one?”

“He’s probably not interested. He did not ask me to dance.”

“No?”

“No. And every time I tried to make eye contact with him, he would turn from me, blushing prettily behind a rather magnificent beard.”

You tug on the chin of his beard and his eyes sparkle in the firelight, crinkling at the corners. 

“You jest with me, but if you don’t choose one of them, your mother will. I have heard talk that the youngest Corrino has put in an offer.”

“Yes and I’m sure he’s interested in my lovely personality and not in the precious-metal rich fife I stand to inherit.”

“It would be a good match.”

“For him.”

“And for Maliv.” 

You look down at your hand as it skims across his hips, he continues,

“He is a sardukar General, Gem. That kind of fighting power? During a transition of reign? It will instill confidence in the Malivian people.”

“I hate it there. The nights are so long and everything is heavier because of the gravity… you know, the moment we landed in Caladan I felt so light and strong. It’s oppressive; the density, the time dilation. Every fresh fruit is freeze dried and imported... But I suppose it will be that way on Arrakis as well.” 

You haven’t mentioned Arrakis in several days and Leto’s reply is reticent.

“That’s right.”

“We may never have fresh apples again in our whole lives. Think of that.”

“There are worse fates.”

“At least you’ll have sunlight where you're going.”

“A perfect example of ‘too much of a good thing’.” 

“What would you do if I smuggled myself in a crate of apples from Caladan to Arrakis, hmm?” 

“What would I do? As Duke of Arrakis? To a beautiful Alrion stowaway?”

“Yes. Would you let me stay. At Arrakeen?” 

“And what would you do at Arrakeen?”

You gesture widely to your bare bodies. Leto laughs.

“A tempting offer. You would be recognized.”

“I’ll change my hair.”

“I like your hair.”

“I’ll live with the fremen. They won’t know who I am. And my eyes will turn full blue. They eyes of Ibad.”

“You’ve been researching, I see. And I like your eyes just as they are.”

“Well, get a good look, because they’ll be gone once I join a seitch.”

“You weren’t exaggerating about your distaste of Maliv! You’d rather live a cutthroat life in a sand Dune rather than rule the fife.”

“You could visit me in the Dunes.”

“Ah yes, and make love in the spice fields and get sand in every imaginable crevice.”

“Just a variation on communing with nature…. I would do it.”

Leto sighs, “I would have to tell Lord and Lady Alrion.”

“Must you always be so noble?”

“I don’t think the way I hid in your closet yesterday could be considered ‘noble’.” His eyes crinkle in the way that makes your chest swell. 

“It was though. You sacrificed your pride for my reputation… plus you looked rather comely in in my dressing gown.”

“I wouldn’t sell you out to your parents for nobility’s sake, Gem. My first act as Duke of Arrakis— harboring the sole Alrion heir? The Emperor has enough cause to sever my head.”

You finger the sparse hair at the center of his chest, you wish this moment would last forever. In minutes the dawn will break, in days Leto will depart Caladan and you can not bear to see him go. His warmth is so great you fear you will die from exposure if he leaves you now. The thought leaves you choked up and you stare intently at his torso as you blink the emotions back.

“Then why… why don’t you,” a single tear falls. “Why don’t you…” You can’t finish the question, the selfish, childish, petulant little wishing-star question.

You don’t need to. Leto takes your head between his palms and tilts your face to his. 

“I cannot marry you, Gem.”

You’re embarrassed, you’re sure he can feel the heat that floods your cheeks where they are so tenderly cupped by his strong hands. 

“I know, I know. The promise to Jessica, the tragedy of Lady Eaton, I know. I’m sorry.”

Leto sighs, “Gem, that’s not why.”

Your brow scrunches. You had assumed the story he told you weeks ago— of his tragic engagement and subsequent vow were the reason that Leto had not offered his own hand.

“If I proposed to you, it would be seen by all as a move to establish a Dynasty. To seat the Atreiedes on both Arrakis and Maliv. The entire Lansraad would have not only me killed, but any children we might bear. Paul? Delegitimized. You understand? Let’s say I don’t care about that, for the sake of argument— say I make enemies with the Empire with intention, make you my wife. Let’s say we Battle the Sardukar and the Harkonens and any other house of the Lansraad that might take their sides, of which there would be many. Some houses would join me, naturally, I’d make a strong campaign…. The war would be massive. Thousands sacrificed. On the off margin that I am successful in this? And have earned myself the title of tyrant? Where does that leave you? What would your life be? Duchess? Mother of children who will not be successors? The death of your own family name? And for what? Banquets and ballrooms? The company of a tired old man? You are poised for power, Gem. And my noble nature, as you call it, forbids me from taking an incorruptible leader from their people. Even if I want to. Even if I’ve thought about it from every angle, every day since you pressed that kindjal to my throat.”

“I would give it up for you, tired old man that you are.”

“And I love you far too much to allow you to do that.”

The morning birds outside your window chirp their trilling tune, you and Leto turn your heads to look at the first beams of sun over the ocean.

You stroke his beard, twist a ringlet at the nape of his neck and mutter, “I keep willing the moments to last longer but the only thing I’m able to achieve is taking myself out of the moment entirely.”

“We have some moments left, Gem”

“Not enough.”

Leto kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for several beats. You scoot closer to him, pressing your face against his neck, and embrace him around the middle. He encircles you in a fierce hug in return. 

[lanfan]

moment of silence for 1D fans' unmilked utters 😤✊🏾

[katieandtheyellowscarves]

I’ve never felt so heartbroken over a character death before. Obviously we knew it was coming. Obviously in the way the story was moving it had to happen.

But I felt Dany in that moment. I felt all the suffering she has felt for all of her life. Her frustration and hopelessness and fear. She fought just to be considered human. She has been strong and kind and beautiful.

And she was just destroyed in this last season. She was so alone and unloved, and more than that her character was destroyed by the writers. The Dany I fell in love with suffered so much for her strength and never lost her compassion through it. And that Dany was completely destroyed by the writers.

But when she died, I still saw that Dany. The one who has suffered so much, who I have always loved. I’ve never gained so much strength from a fictional character before. I’ll never forget how much this show betrayed you.

Daenerys Targaryen, you are a mother, a lover, a survivor, a friend, and a queen. I will always love you.