Not The Plan

I just ship it okay, no judgement please. ;p

Might continue or not; it depends on the response I get, if I get inspiration and whether I have the time to continue it, because school ew.

I'll get on with the story now, hope some people enjoy it!

I do not own any of the characters or the TV show, this is merely my interpretation on it. No copyright infringement intended.

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On a night that was sticky and too warm for Yara's taste the Kraken's daughter realized how much she detested these warm lands. And Meereen did not give her any sort of reprieve on that part. It was hot and stuffy during the day with barely a breeze to cool her and during the nights it was barely any cooler and left her wanting for the winds of the sea that carried a twinge of salt. It was not only the absolutely horrible weather of Meereen that bothered her though. It was the people that stared at her with looks akin to detestation. She in particular might not have bothered them so much, but the Ironborn she had brought along with her didn't have any problem causing havoc. They did not get the best of receptions and being received with such hostility did not make her men very complacent. It had mainly died down now since when they first arrived, but it still didn't mean the people of Meereen had completely forgiven her or her men. The weird religious fanatics in red robes were also certainly not her first choice of companions.

Amidst all this horrible stuff that made her detest these lands, there was one thing in particular that made her stay in the foreign city so much better. Or more specifically one person: Daenerys Stormborn. When Yara first set sail away from the Iron Islands and she had mulled over her plan and course of action. She quickly realized that while her uncle may have been distasteful he still had it by the right end. Her plan had been set then, she would sail for Meereen and make a pact with this Dragon Queen to get her home and rightful throne back. What had not been part of the plan was to be attracted to said Queen.

As it turns out the attraction wasn't only on her part or at least that is what she made out of their first meeting and the brief conversations they have had since then. Now that she thinks about it they haven't spoken that much since their first meeting. That could be because of the obvious reasons such as the fact that Daenerys was busy ruling and coordinating the rebuilding of her city after the attack from the Masters. But it was more than that. Even if she was busy ruling it seemed every time the brunette talked to her since their first meeting that Daenerys has been avoiding making eye contact that lasts longer than a fleeting moment. The smiles that accompanied their first meeting had also all but disappeared. Perhaps it was time to change that. As Yara thought over her plan she got out of the bed that was not comfortable in this heat at all any way and quickly got dressed decently.

Walking down long winding corridors in the dead of night with barely any sound in a foreign city might have been scary to others, but Yara has been through worse to be scared of such a thing. Finally arriving at what she had assumed to be the Queens quarters – she just looked at where the biggest room in the bloody pyramid was – and was surprised to find no guards posted at Daenerys' door. A feeling of trepidation crept into her being, for what had happened that there were no guards? Was the city under attack and were all the soldiers needed? If so then why hadn't she been summoned? Yara knew all these doubts were not even remotely true, but something about the silver-blonde haired female had turned her normally rational mind into a whirlwind of highly unlikely possibilities.

Slowly Yara tried the door to check if it was open and to her astonishment, it was. Slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside of the room quietly before looking around did nothing to quell her fear for the life of the young Queen. Doing a double take of the room made the brunette warrior realize Daenerys was not there. Quickly walking further into the room, not even trying to be quiet anymore made Yara realize that for the first time in days she was actually not that warm anymore. Looking around for the source of the refreshing breeze the Ironborn spotted the open balcony doors almost immediately. Of course Dany had the room that was the nicest temperature, she was the Queen after all. She quickly put her mind to a halt.

Hold on when did Daenerys go from 'The Dragon Queen' to 'Dany', come on Yara focus, this wasn't part of the plan.

Upon reaching the doors of the balcony that offered the refreshing breeze Yara saw a most welcome sight. There in the moonlight stood Daenerys, as regal and beautiful as ever. Her beauty only magnified by the flattering light that made her tresses seem more silver than blonde and an almost sheer dress that moved softly in the breeze. It was also the first time Yara had seen the girl so unguarded. Even on their first meeting when they had been semi-flirting there was always something about the girl that just screamed untouchable. But here on this balcony during a late night in Meereen with the light of the moon above them she saw the girl stand there unguarded and almost relaxed for the first time since she had met her. It showed the Queen as not more than the girl that she probably was, years fell away from her when she wasn't on her guard. And that might have been the most beautiful thing the brunette had ever seen.

Knowing probably not many people had ever been privy to see this side of their Queen, Yara felt like she was intruding on a personal moment. Having realized that Daenerys was alright and that she probably wouldn't take kindly to Yara charging into her private quarters while she had not been summoned, she slowly started to back up. When the brunette was just about to turn around – she might have miscalculated how far away she had walked from the doors – the warrior bumped into the table that was standing there. Looking absolutely horrified by her own inaptitude the Greyjoy watched how the Queen's back went rigid and she spun around.

"What in the hell are you doing here?", Daenerys asked in outrage after establishing that it was the brunette female in front of her. It might have been a harsh tone with which she said it, but Yara thought she spotted a hint of shame in the Queen's eyes.

"I-I just w-wished…", Yara stopped short not really having an explanation that would satisfy the girl in front of her.

Get it together, Greyjoy, you came here to confront her about ignoring the obvious attraction between you two, not to stutter like some maiden who is too shy to speak to a knight she was fond of.

Yara gained control of her vocal chords again and cleared her throat to speak with more certainty this time around: "I wished to speak to your Grace about a personal matter."

Daenerys having stared at the brunette in silent anger for the intrusion, now raised an eyebrow at her. "And this conversation needed to be held at this ungodly hour?", the Queen asked with challenge in her voice.

Never having been one to back down from a challenge, Yara merely replied with a simple yes. When the blonde looked even more baffled at her antics, Yara finally added what she came to say to the girl in the first place: "You have been avoiding me these past few days, so I thought this was as good a time as any, since you are apparently too busy during the day."

"I just spoke to you this afternoon, I am not avoiding you.", the blonde replied defensively, while looking away.

"You know what I mean, your Grace. Don't deny the attraction that is between us.", the Greyjoy simply stated, she had never been one for dwindling around the truth. Honest and straight to the point, that is what she was and has always been. Someday it might cost the brunette her head, but hopefully not today.

Not knowing how to reply to her statement the younger girl in front of her simply turned her back to her again and said: "Leave me."

Normally that would have sounded like an order, but now with a slight tremor to Dany's voice it was nothing more than a request, a pained request at that. The brunette quickly realized that having caught the Targaryen in such a vulnerable moment must have really made her upset and speaking of the attraction between them had made her close off almost immediately. But why? Maybe she believed that Yara would exploit her vulnerabilities.

Whatever the cause was for the out-of-character actions of the girl in front of her, it didn't mean that Yara could just leave her standing there when she might be the cause for the girl's pain. Yara took quick strides forward with such certainty until she wavered on the last step. What if the blonde really wanted her to leave? Shaking herself out of her reverie the Ironborn warrior slowly reached out a hand and placed it softly on a pale shoulder.

"Why do you wish to deny what is between us? We both know it's there, now don't we?", Yara asked softly, feeling a bit uncertain in this situation. She has always just taken what she wanted, comforting was never a big part of who she was.

Turning around glassy blue eyes slowly met the grey eyes of the brunette girl.

"I just don't want to get hurt again or be the cause for another's hurt. This might be merely an attraction now, but that is also how I came to love my first husband. Still I did not wish to marry him in the beginning, he was a savage in my eyes after all. But in the end I loved him. And had it not been for my naivety in thinking I could save every woman in that village, my sun and stars would have never gotten a cut from that fight, because the fight would not have happened…", Daenerys slowly trailed off.

"Go on, I'm listening.", Yara prompted softly, but never demanding.

There was a moment of silence in which everything around them was quiet and all that could be heard was their slow breathing. The moment stretched on for a bit until the blonde continued: "He would have lived, had I not done what I did. And so I cannot start caring for another, because I might hurt that person as well. I was not supposed to like someone again, I made myself promise that I would nev-"

Yara quickly cut her off: "Neither was I supposed to like you either, but here we are. Two women in a big city with an attraction that could be something more. In a world that is mainly filled with death, destruction and loss, should we not try to make the best of it? It was also not part of my plan, but it happened so why don't you just let it happen with me?"

The blonde, having listened intently to every word the brunette had to say, contemplated her words for a minute before giving the slightest of nods. A nod that indicated that: yes, this had not been the plan, but maybe it was worth a shot.

The Ironborn, having received the tiniest of nods, gave a low nod back before looking into blue eyes. Thinking back to how this started she gave a low chuckle. Daenerys asked her completely confused what was so funny. The utterly clueless look the blonde gave her only increased her mirth, but she tried to rein it in to give her reply.

"I should really teach you to listen more carefully, a whole group of assassins could have walked in and you would have barely noticed.", Yara replied with a chuckle, mirth shining in her eyes.

Slightly affronted Daenerys, who had a look on her face which could only be described as not amused, gave the brunette a slight shove to her shoulder. Yara gulped thinking she might have insulted the Queen, who still had very big dragons who could eat her. Daenerys held this expression for a bit before a smile broke out on her face and a slight giggle escaped her lips. "You should have seen your face, that was hilarious!", the petite girl said while laughing to herself.

"Hey! I should be wary, you still have dragons that could burn me to a crisp!", Yara replied in her defence.

"And may you never forget it.", the blonde replied playfully while smiling.

The brunette smiled as well, because she heard the blonde laugh for the first time and she saw her smiling again. And that was all she wished for right now. It might not have been the plan, but this is what has come out of it and she isn't complaining.

And that is how one night-time conversation led to something more, much more.

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Vera