Whole New World

Hey, guys. Long time no talk. For the certified post I’m doing now, I’m going to be continuing the Disney crossover fics that I started a few months ago. Based on the title, I’m sure it’s obvious which Disney movie I’ll be using in this crossover! While I wanted to use a different guest character in this Yara x Disney installment, we will be revisiting with Daenerys and I’m sure it’ll be easy to see why!

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𝔸 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

They sailed steadfast towards the promised New World. A world beneath the reign of Daenerys Targaryen, first of her name. The plan was not one of meek will. The Queen of silver hair would claim what was rightfully hers, and of that, Yara Greyjoy was certain. If there had been a shadow of doubt in the Ironborn’s mind, she would not have sided with the Mother of Dragons. Though, what choice did she have?

The thought of siding with House Lannister was out of the question entirely and Yara had no claim, nor desire, to rule the Seven Kingdoms. It was the lesser of two evils, and uniting forces against a threat unseen. For Daenerys to succeed was for Euron to fail, and for that... Yara would give nearly anything.

”Yara-“ Theon’s voice shook as he entered her cabin without so much as a knock. She sighed and looked at her brother; pale as a ghost and trembling like one, at that. It was somehow different than the pitiful way he looked after being returned to her from the Dreadfort. Rather than looking empty, her younger brother looked truly... Frightened.

The captain took her boots down from off the table and stood up, giving a stretch of indifference. “What is it?” She inquired, concealing the worry for his behavior by acting as nonchalant as possible in her response.

”Th-.. The Queen...” Theon stammered.

Yara’s brow furrowed. “Cersei?”

There was an aggressive shake of Theon’s head as he incessantly wet his lips with his tongue again and again. “Dad... It’s Daenar-“

”Yes? What about Daenerys? Enough sputtering, Theon, spit it out!” She demanded, grabbing the front of her brother’s tunic and giving him a shake.

”She would like a word with you!”

”She’s sent a raven? Where’s the bloody letter Theon?” Yara asked, stepping back and waiting for the document to be produced. And yet, no document came. Theon shook his head, wide eyed, and grabbed the sleeve of Yara’s cloak to lead her to the top deck.

The crew was deadly silent; the first sign to Yara that something was amiss. She stepped to the side of the ship, then gasped when Daenerys rose up on the back of a black dragon. A wide smile covered the silver haired woman’s face, as if reveling in the shock she istered.

”What do you think you’re doing?” Yara asked in shock, despite the hint of a smirk playing upon her lips.

”Come the rest of the way with me. Can your mighty crew handle such a ship on their own?” The Dragon Queen asked, coy playfulness clear in her tone. Yara turned to look over her shoulder at the crew and, truthfully, she doubted that they could handle it. An encouraging nod from Theon, and a nudge from Tristifer changed her mind. Yara approached the ship’s edge and held onto one of the ropes as she hoisted herself up onto the side. Fuck’s sake, that dragon looked huge up so close...

A pale, slender hand extended towards her. Yara looked up into unworldly violet eyes, entranced by them. Daenerys asked, “Do you trust me?”

The pitiful excuse of a heart in her chest skipped.

”...What did you say?” Yara asked, looking at the dainty hand before her before lifting her iron gaze to the incredible, unmistakeable kindness in Daenerys’ face. The dragon gave a flap of its wings, sending a gust of air against the ship that caused Yara’s hand to tighten around the rope that kept her steady.

Daenerys chucked. “I said, do you trust me?” She repeated; voice soft as the most luxurious of silks. Whether Yara truly knew the answer to the question, she was not sure. All she knew was that she wanted to accompany her new Queen.

Rather than a verbal response, Yara merely nodded. She pushed off from the rope and took ahold of Daenerys’ smooth hand with her own calloused one, holding tight as she was pulled to the dragon’s back. The moment she was safely on the dragon was when Yara experienced a bit of regret. A dragon. A fucking dragon.

”Hold on tight,” The Mother of Dragons chuckled, before switching to a tongue that Yara did not understand in order to instruct the dragon to move. Yara did not know what to hold onto. The dragon itself? There was little time for deliberation before the black, winged beast took of soaring into the sky. Pleasantries and manners be damned, Yara’s arms wrapped quickly around the waist of the Queen.

”Daenerys!” She exclaimed over the sound of wind in her ears. Her dark eyes were wide as she watched the Black Wind get smaller and smaller until it disappeared from view all together. The Queen let go of the dragon, raising her palms skyward in an amazing display of trust for her child. If only Yara felt the same sentiment. A laugh came from the silver haired woman’s chest as they ascended through clouds; a genuine laugh from the soul if one believed in such a thing. It was a contagion... As Yara began laughing as well.

Above the clouds, the night sky was a magnificent sight. There were stars as far as the eye could see, a wonderful view unhindered from the clouds. Either from the sight, the experience, or from fear... Yara did not know, but she was breathless. Suddenly, Daenerys leaned forward to hold the dragon, whispering again in a tongue that was foreign to the Ironborn. Within moments, the dragon was flying faster and plunging downwards. Yara felt as though her stomach had flown into her chest as she leaned forward and held tighter to Daenerys, closing her eyes and hiding her face against the cloak worn by the other woman.

”What happened to trust?” Daenerys called, loud enough to be heard over the wind. There was an unmistakable laugh in her voice. “Surely the soon to be Queen of the Iron Islands, Yara Greyjoy, could not be afraid of heights!”

It was merely a joke, but Yara scoffed, anyway. “I’m afraid of nothing!” She answered, sitting up as if to prove it. When she opened her eyes, they were above a bright and bustling city. Even in the late night, the capitol was lit up beautifully. “Oh- wow..” She said breathlessly, looking down over everything below them. The dragon had slowed to a gliding speed, practically floating through the sky.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Daenerys asked, taking Yara’s hand from where it had been wrapped around her for safety. A small grin ed over the Ironborn’s lips as she entwined her fingers with the other woman’s and brushed her thumb against the back of Daenerys’ pale hand.

”Beautiful, indeed.” Yara answered quietly. They circled over the capitol city, getting a perfect view of King’s Landing where Daenerys would some day call ‘home’. Yara leaned in, one arm still around Daenerys as she lifted the hand she held to her lips. She pressed a gentle kiss to Daenerys’ palm and said, “Welcome to a whole New World, my Queen.”

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Thanks for reading if you did! It was pretty gay. I love that gay shit.

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