𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖘.​

𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛, ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 & 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑.​

[wrathcfdragons]

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

         THE FACT HE HAD TO ANNOUNCE HIMSELF SHOULD HAVE BEEN TELLING. And perhaps it was. It told a story she had hoped wouldn’t ever see the light of day, one that would exist only within the depths of her mind, where the darkness dwelled and the insecurities festered into silence. The portion of her mind that seldom got any use within the past years. Few was an understatement given how long their lives had been entangled, but truthfully stating the full amount would only further break her heart. Nothing was safe against the test of time, but perhaps this was her penance for trying to fit into a world she didn’t belong in. It was easy to feel as if she did. While harnessing no magical ability, existing within it and surrounded by dragons; doing what even the wizards and witches around her couldn’t, it gave her a feeling of home. It was the clarity in which she was special and needed. 

        Far from the monster she thought herself to be surrounded by ash and the debris of her unintentional crime. The one where she’d murdered her foster family with a space heater ever so close to the bundle of blankets under her bed, protecting and trying to hatch the eggs of her dragons because deep down she had always known there was something special, even if the world at the time had refused to let her see it. But if Ron was announcing himself, who else could it possibly be? After hours, Charlie seldom ever made it up their way, so the finger was instead pointed in the direction of the brunette Daenerys wanted desperately to hate, and yet had no energy to do so. 

       Hermione Granger had done nothing wrong to her; but to Ron? Well the fierceness kicked in and was only dialed down due to the fact that yes she had kept the news of the child to herself, but only resurfaced to inform the love of her life that their daughter, the one he hadn’t EVER KNOWN was missing. Taken by Death Eaters and You-Know-Who. While unintentional, she was certain that was the day she had watched the redhead die right before her eyes. The one she had known and loved anyways. Even if she hadn’t pieced it together at the time, there was no undoing what had happened, nor any making it better until they found the little girl that was out, lost in the world somewhere. If only Dany had him when that was her. 

       Everything would have been so much different. Her feelings had been cast to the bottom of the barrel, not even on account of him, but on account of herself. But it’s not as if she could turn away the scene before her, or the avalanche that was threatening to cover and consume everything she had ever known. 

      Or perhaps it had already done that and she was trying her best to remain ignorant and hold on just a few moments, days, weeks, months more. That was selfish though, wasn’t it? Trying to hold on when he wasn’t really her’s? Something that was confirmed seeing the two back together, seeing how they interacted and the glances. Knowing once they got her back, it was a family that needed to be whole. Something she had wished for and needed more than anything when she was that scared little girl. Ron was stopped in his tracks and she could hear his words dissolving away at the unexpected sight, but all Daenerys could do was straighten up and take a breath, calmly wiping the tears away from her cheeks. 

      “I think I’m going to go stay with Charlie for a while.”  Give them some space.

[wrathcfdragons]

"i'm good staying here. don't need to go any closer."

     The fact he’d made it this far was more than most wizards. Even at the Sanctuary, there were a handful that would hang far back, wands at the ready should the moment sour or an issue arise. Self preservation, she assumed. It was hard to think of her children as anything but. The fear of fire and being roasted was the majority of the fear behind the dragons themselves. That wasn’t taking into consideration the thought of being crushed by the mighty beasts, or impaled by their teeth. A late lunch snack, should the livestock not be sufficient. 

           The sheer sigh of Drogon was enough to rattle your insides, a heightened pitch she’d long since gotten used to that could make the hair on the back of another’s neck stand on end by sheer magnificent force alone. His head was lowered, eyes stalking Ron’s every movement as he stood fifty feet away. Dany’s hand rested earnestly against his snout, ancient blood running beneath her touch. “Are you sure?” Of course he was, but … One day Ron would realize, sooner or later, that he wasn’t in harms way. 

           “He won’t hurt you.” He’s one of mine, laced into just as many words. While her connection aided in calming and taming the dragons; if his act of bravery had offered anything, it was a renowned fear. Understandably. It wasn’t everyday someone risked their life to get cooked alive; for her. “He’s curious. Drogon was the first to find me, up out of the ashes.” A special kinship, “He’ll let you touch him if you’d like to come give him a pet.” Ah yes, undoubtedly Ron’s actual dream. 

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[thebrightestwltch]

an-exotic-writer:

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

[spinncr]

"It's all they have ever known."

Billy clenches his teeth, because she’s wrong. “Maybe. Maybe they’ve worn their masters’ chains since before they could walk. I don’t know. That doesn’t mean they haven’t dreamed of something different. Doesn’t mean they don’t hang onto that single memory they have of the time someone saw them as more than just a cunt to be fucked or hands to do the work, or bodies to be cut down.” It’s rare to get so much in one go from Billy, and with such sincerity. But this is perhaps the one thing he simply can’t keep his mouth shut on. 

They stare down at Slaver’s Bay, shoulder to shoulder, Viserion and Rhaegal circling over their heads. She sees sheep, even though she might not mean it so cruelly. He sees people. Misguided, abused, ignorant, perhaps. But a human is not a sheep, no matter how small their mind may be. Every human suffers, and isn’t that enough of a price? 

He thinks of Steve, her man, (man of what he doesn’t know, but he can guess), and wonders if that’s all she thinks of him too. Just a man who’s known nothing but other people’s beds. It’s not true of him, either. Steve had known kindness. Had known how to give it, even when he’d been taught through only cruelty. Steve had been a single blot of light in his dark story, and it had changed him, one way or another. Given him hope, perhaps. 

“Give them a chance to figure out who they can become under the reign of a merciful ruler, Khaleesi. Give them the chance to prove you wrong.” 

[spinncr]

"I don't believe I heard you correctly."

The grin he levels his queenis lethal, and were she anyone else — anyone — she’d have to worry about a blade in her gut. But he won’t back down on this. Not this. He didn’t give to fucks about morals or right verses wrong, but… Not this. 

“Nah, you heard me correctly, your royal fucking highness. I said—

— Fuck you.”

Dragon fire might not be able to kill him, but the look in her eyes sure as shit can, and Billy thinks it’s ironic he might’ve finally found the key to death, and its right when he’s decide he doesn’t want to die, not anymore. 

“Fuck you, and you’re fucking wheel, and your promises and lies.” He’s in her face now, and Drogon growls from beyond the window, but fuck it, Drogon loves him too. Not as much, maybe, but they’re family. They’re supposed to be family. She had promised him that. 

The Queen, Daenerys, looks him in the eye as she slaps him. The pain barely registers, a love tap compared to what he’s used to, but it’s her eyes, always her eyes that is the true blow. 

“If you do this,” he shakes his head, face twisted in an ugly, painful sneer. “I’m gone, Daenerys.” He never uses her name, never tries to pretend they’re equals, though the thought seems to have snuck somehow into his head. Perhaps that’s why this feels so much like a betrayal. So much like heartbreak. “I’m gone. I swore to serve my Queen, and you? You’re not her. Not anymore.”

[wrathcfdragons]

[kingwsly]

"Well I think you look rather handsome."

MEME.   ( randomness )      @wrathcfdragons

         part of ron wanted desperately to stop daenerys right in her tracks. he understood entirely what she was doing. comedy had been something he used as a crutch in situations where he couldn’t quite figure out the best approach. easing the tension of a situation had always felt like something that rested on his shoulders, achieved with a quick comment about the situation to make someone laugh. and that was what he guessed the situation was now - if that was the case, she’d somewhat cracked it when her small comment about his appearance left him huffing a tiny little laugh. it was a lie, of course. ron was entirely aware that he looked wrecked. if it hadn’t been for the large alcohol consumption leaving him a little less put together than when the date had first started, everything after leaving london had certainly left him dishevelled and looking like he hadn’t slept in days. truly, he couldn’t decide what was worse: experiencing such incredible highs where he was genuinely relaxed and happy, followed by these exhausting lows, or remaining in that numb exhausting gloom for years on end. he supposed the latter had hurt less.

          cautiously, ron reached to lace his fingers with the blonde’s while a sad smile fell over his face. ❝ even when i leave half of you in london, you still look better than i do, ❞ he chimed back, although his usual mirth was entirely missing. worry still clung to him as his eyes drifted over her body that was now safely tucked in her bed and on the mend. slowly, ron’s thumb worked over her knuckles in an attempt to portray how sorry he was for what had happened. while he was sure, from his own past experience, that daenerys wouldn’t remember everything in such great detail, ron was positive that he would never forget. and should his memory fail him, he knew that the guilt would never leave him. after all, it was entirely his fault. apparating with someone else had always been a great risk, yet he’d become foolish and sloppy. transporting himself from point a to point b didn’t carry quite the risk - if he splinched himself then it was his own stupid fault for not paying attention to his own self. yet transporting dany, who relied on him to get her home safely, had been a step too far.

          the evening had been going so beautifully, too. in fact, ron would have quite easily called it the best night he’d had in years without too much probing for an answer. while their first date was something he would never forget, being able to go out with daenerys and have a hold on who they were, where they stood and their own sense of togetherness was and entirely new experience. it was comforting and it stopped ron from getting all tense and worked up like he had done in the past. finally getting to introduce daenerys to harry and ginny had been a dream. she’d pulled him out of the worst slump of his life completely unexpectedly and had renewed him into a far less fakely happy person. it had been an absolutely incredible night, getting to pull three of his favourite people together and having them communicate and like each other was everything he could have ever asked for. and, of course, the alcohol had helped the jokes flowing and ron distinctly remembered his cheeks aching from grinning like such a fool for a lot of the evening. 

          parting from his sister and best friend, ron was almost sure that was what people talked about when they were talking about being on cloud nine. then again, the last few rounds of firewhiskey had gone straight to his head and left him walking in a very crooked line, so that was far more likely. however, stumbling along diagon alley with daenerys tucked into his side to ward off the chilly london night air, ron could say without a doubt that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so genuinely happy without anything drastic happening. getting his hands on his chocolate frog card had ellated him greatly, but it had been such a fleeting feeling. this happiness felt like it would never end and he was so entirely ready to accept that after years of pretending he was just okay.

          that in itself should have been a warning flag. as he stepped up to their usual corner, pulling his girlfriend in against him for more physical hold, his mind began to focus among the fogginess of the alcohol. he’d apparated drunk plenty of times. in fact, he became very good at doing so when he was still with hermione. landing with his feet square on their front door step had become something he was excellent at. so, while it was risky, ron had been convinced they would be fine. just as he could start to feel them shift, the solidness of the pavement leaving his shoes, ron’s felt daenerys’ lips against his own. that split second of his concentration shifting from transporting them to the comforting little dragon sanctuary in romania to thinking about them stood there, like a postcard, kissing in the misty london night had been a second too long.

          it terrified him to no end just how much he couldn’t cope with seeing daenerys in danger. while he’d been sure that his demons from the war had been dealt with, he’d been proven wrong on that twice now. the first had been seeing the bright, golden flames leaving a dragon, aimed straight at the silver haired dragon expert. without even thinking of his own safety, ron had apparated right into the midst of everything. his heart had broken the second his brain had registered that she could very much be dead already. he didn’t know much about dragons, but being surrounded by all that fire was definitely going to leave someone more than a little burned. and yet, daenerys had been fine. it still hadn’t stopped that awful feeling from flowing through ron, ripping a soul shattering cry from him and risking his own life just on the off shot that he could help and save her. losing anyone else wasn’t an option.

        while that reaction had been extreme, he had at least been useful. once his feet had landed on the dew dusted grass of romania, ron’s mood had quickly nose dived. the buzz from the alcohol disappeared instantly and left him feeling stone cold sober. all he could do was watch daenerys writhing in pain, blood covering her dress while his mind tried to figure out what had happened. in all his efforts to ensure he didn’t lose anyone else from his life, it felt as though he’d pushed it too far. the universe had dangled his happiness in front of him and then left him to ruin it by being so reckless. he’d never been so grateful for charlie keeping an eye out for dany as much as he had been that evening. without him, ron was entirely sure that things wouldn’t have had a happier ending in the slightest and dany certainly wouldn’t have been trying to get him to laugh now that the sheer shock of hurting her that badly had worn off.

          ❝ you should be getting some rest, ❞ he whispered, afraid to lift his voice in case it ruined this small moment of peace after the soul destroying panic he’d experienced. truly, he didn’t trust his own voice to not give away just how terrified he’d been. whatever he’d experienced in that moment had felt like experiencing seeing fred’s body for the first time all over again on a loop, rendering him entirely useless. softly, ron cleared his throat and forced another small smile onto his face. ❝ it’s about time i got you back for this, ❞ he gestured to the still shiny and pink scar running along his forearm, just under his elbow, from being burnt by the dragon’s flames in his valiant effort to rescue her. ❝ although i might have taken things a little too far… ❞ another squeeze to daenerys’ hand and ron couldn’t help but shift in closer, leaning over her a little more. very slowly and cautiously, he shifted to press a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering just long enough to try and portray just how sorry he was for putting her through that. having been through splinching himself, he’d been scared. and he’d known what it was. ron almost continually forgot that this wasn’t the world that dany was brought up in and that she had no idea what splinching even was.

          not shifting too far from his position, ron let out a shaky breath - the few remaining panicked breaths leaving him bit by bit. he could apologise endlessly for what had happened. it was his fault and he was happy to take full responsibility for it. and yet, he knew apologising was pointless. it was just a word. to even begin to make this up to her, he had to show her just how guilt ridden and apologetic he was. so, he pulled back just enough that he could glance over at the time, and instantly made up his mind. in one swift motion, ron pulled back and simultaneously slipped off his jacket and his shoes before carefully moving to lay on the other side of the bed. the least he could do after leaving half of daenerys in a different country was stay with her for the night and make sure she wasn’t in any more pain or discomfort than was necessary. 

          ❝ better get yourself to sleep before i start snoring. ❞

[wrathcfdragons]

tag drop four, verses.

[wrathcfdragons]

Okay but honestly, I wanna get some of my Marvel verses up and running? If anyone is interested, pls lmk. I need to add my Red Room verse, Justice League, and a few others but like . . . Love me?

[wrathcfdragons]

       WEAKNESS WASN’T TOLERATED. KILL or be KILLED. Daenerys learned that long ago.The KGB had played it’s part in ensuring she knew nothing else. The CASUALTY of a harsh world burned alive and through the fire came the woman she was. Or the woman she was training to be. Like so many others her age, growing up had it’s DISNEY period, though she suspected that most other children’s VHS didn’t get the ‘Red Room’ cut. She’d never liked Snow White anyways.

           No, she imagined they’d be in for quite the horror if they had. Or maybe they would have turned out just like her. Chest heaving, blood dripping from her mouth, one moment too late.  Drogo standing in front of her, challenging her to be better, to try harder, to FIGHT and not waste everything she’d experienced up to this point. 

     HOW MANY LIVES had she taken within these walls? How many more would she take before she was FREE SENT OUT into the world, a puppet for the master’s; a weapon. Her braid was beginning to come undone, sweat consuming her brow as her chest heaved at the massive man before her. He was UNTOUCHABLE, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t supposed to try. Or perhaps maybe this was enough, she didn’t know. 

      THE EYES OF HAWKS and many more watched upon and she waited with patience, wishing their attention would fall away; shift to the other girls. Though Daenerys hadn’t confirmed with a look, she could just feel the weight of their gaze. Her eyes hadn’t left him since she’d snapped Ygritte’s neck and he’d entered the ring. Sadly Ygritte wasn’t a match for the violet eyed weapon and it wasn’t Daenerys’ day to die. “What is it you wish for me to do?” Continue to scrap? Her objective wasn’t clear and his time was far too valuable to waste.

@devilsbckbone + plotted starters

[spinncr]

“Why?”

Steve looked at Dany (he couldn’t call her Daenerys, he just couldn’t. It was eerily similar to Eleven’s d&d character’s name and he just… this wasn’t the fucking shire, okay?) and then back at the coke can in his hands. 

“Why what? Why drink it?” He was stupefied. She was like El, but on drugs, after the drugs had already like, made her homeless, and then gotten her arrested, and now she’d come out of jail and was still homeless, and didn’t fucking know what coke was. Like, the soda kind, anyway. It was exactly like that. 

Actually, it was that, now that he thought of it. 

He cracked the can open and grinned when she flinched as it hissed. He shouldn’t laugh; she probably thought one of her little demon babies was being hatched or something, but it was cute, okay? “Relax, it’s just a drink.”

He took a sip and passed it to her, grinning unrepentantly as she stretched out her hand with visible hesitation. “Come on, one sip won’t kill ya.” He was like, a thousand times too excited about this. He bit his lip, and waited.

She brought the can to her lips and smelled it, flinching back when the carbonation fizzed at her. He chuckled but gestured to the can, his glee readily apparent. But come on, it was coke. Like, one of the greatest gifts to man. He waggled his eyebrows at her first slow sip. “’s good, right? There you go, you had a coke. Welcome to the future.”

[spinncr]

“Leave.”

Billy sucked his cheek in between his teeth and raised and eyebrow at the Queen. One of these days, she was gonna kill him. Once upon a time that had seemed like a fine fucking thing. He wasn’t sure anymore, but he kept trying anyway. 

He was sprawled naked in her bed, and she was sitting at the edge. Maybe it was a queen thing or some shit she had been through, he didn’t know, but he loved that she didn’t bother with modesty. There was no place for it in a world like theirs, and he certainly wouldn’t have respected it or her had she tried. That was one of those lines that just begged to be torn away. 

“Is that an order?” He didn’t do well with orders, which was a problem, because it was kind of her whole deal. He tried, like, a little bit? But he’d been a slave his whole gods damned life, and that shit never stopped chaffing. 

He sat up and stretched, taking his sweet time, before moving behind her to wrap his hands around her, one on her abdomen, the other sinking l o w e r. 

“You’re gonna have to be crystal clear if that’s an order, because I had another in mind, sweetheart.”

[wrathcfdragons]

I would let his whole tribe fuck you. All forty thousand men and their horses too, if that's what it took.

 Viserys, sealing said statement with a gentle forehead kiss

[wrathcfdragons]

           “I don’t think I’m going to make Daenerys a witch for our HP AU,” I said. I then briefly explained, leaving out some the pain. 

           “OMFG, I LOVE THAT!!!”  Willow said. 

             BUT DO YOU NOW?

[wrathcfdragons]

"I'm going to need an explanation. Or a drink."

      HOW ABOUT BOTH?  Both she could do. VIOLET EYES found his in a nod, a fond appreciation and a little lot of guilt present on her brow. Ron was trying to act like the burns DIDN’T HURT but she saw the wince every time he moved and the impatient little dance where his hand clenched, trying to figure out how to take away the STING that was probably all consuming. Daenerys had no idea what it actually felt like to be burned but in THIS BUSINESS she had seen wizards burn alive; an agonizing death accompanied by screams until there was nothing left to scream or they’d succumbed to the PAIN. It’s one of the reasons she had become such an ASSET to the team. “When I said I … I wasn’t lying when I said I had no magical ability.” She clarified, though had she of just TOLD HIM then this could have been AVOIDED. 

     Gentle fingers were coated in Charlie’s burn ointment, a magical substance he relied on to get through the day. The burns still took time to heal, but it was hours opposed to weeks and from her understanding, the pain slowly faded away, along with the bubbled up shine, marred skin; the breath of an ANGERED DRAGON that wasn’t her own. It was true she had a kinship, an understanding and a certain HOLD over the ancient beasts, but that didn’t mean they all listened to her right off the hop, sometimes she had to work for it; some were unruly but by the time she LEFT typically they had calmed, found their peace. 

     Ron had been watching. Early for a date. coming to SURPRISE her. She’d been in the pit with Charlie and the others, though they remained behind their MAGICAL force fields that kept the fire at bay. She didn’t need that. She’d approached, small; a mouse to a lion seemed like an appropriate scale of things, hand raised in front of her. While she hadn’t seen Ron … She’d heard the anguished scream, but the crushing inferno that sounded like a million metal beasts grinding together in an all mighty shriek before fire CONSUMED her.

              ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE. 

    There was no pain, though her eyes did close, arm coming out to block over her face, mostly her eyes to shield them from the blinding bright. They’d almost died down, the assault of flames from an unruly Hungarian Horntail DYING OFF just to see if he’d charred his most recent annoyance, not wanting to be tamed. Bothered. Not wanting an INTRUSION upon his already glorious life. Trainers and people getting him to this point, agitating him and pulling him from HIS HOME. One he could no longer stay within due to hikers, more MUGGLES taking over the world and kicking the majestic beast from his home. A crack of a pop and the force that stumbled against her, dragon fire SMOLDERING the wreckage. Her own clothes INCINERATED from her body … Ron Weasley thrown against her in a painful shield. Or so she assumed considering his jacket was FLAMING, a sickly shine mangled with ashen drags against his cheek… 

       PANIC ROSE rapidly, “Ron— NO!” Anguish consumed her as she pulled him back, hand held out high, splayed in front of the dragon as if it would stop him … Though Charlie had rushed to his side, spells bouncing off all around them  a shield though the confusion sparked up against the beast, DAENERYS still stood defiantly in front of him and … that was enough to had him stilling, screeching a defiant roar of DISCONTENT. Her hands had made rapid work trying to process what had just happened, gently pressing over the flames on Ron’s arms to EXTINGUISH them while Charlie came to their aid, though Dany nearly had it handled when a tubs worth of cold water was dumped over their heads. This did a few things. Collectively it swept the ash down along with their hair, instantly wet rats opposed to the charred remains. Ron’s clothes were burnt off in spots, holes offering as windows to the BRUTALITY and BURNS, where Daenerys stood unaffected and stark naked in front of the arena. 

      SHAME had dissipated long ago, this was nothing more than another day. But just like the water, a blanket furled around her, Charlie’s doing … 

      But her attention had been SOLELY ON RON, panic wide in her eyes and chest heaving in absolute fear because he may have been a wziard but they still had A MORTALITY RATE AND HE COULD HAVE DIED. The thought had her terrified, scrambling in panic as hollers and yells consumed them, ushering them off. That had been twenty minutes ago and … They were alone now. Faced with the starling realization how deep these feelings ran. She hadn’t KNOWN how bad it was until … Well. No one but Charlie had ever risked his life for her, and Charlie did it in a much different way. This was self sacrificing in attempts to save her and … Her heart was heavy. Coated in fear, guilt and … love? Is that what this was? She’d never truly experienced it. Many moons ago she had a crush on Charlie but she was young and naive and so thankful nothing had ever come from it. 

    BUT THIS? Daenerys swallowed, “The Ministry of Magic didn’t know what I was.” Nor did she, and that much was stated within the heaviness of her words. “I’ve never known, but … I don’t burn. I can’t.” His cheek was gently coated with a feather light touch, trying to apply as little pressure as possible not wanting to hurt him MORE. And once the ointment had probably too generously covered far more area than necessary (she wanted the pain to stop), her hand took his to stretch out his arm gently, shirt already tugged off so she could see the full affliction of the area and what had to be done. She started applying it there too, eyes dropping briefly to ensure she got everywhere.…  Taking in the expanse of his freckles as she did. 

       “Ever since I was little I’ve known of dragons. They ruled the world once upon a time and I’ve always known. Viserys and I were bounced around to many families over the years, one of them had been a very kind woman who had taken us in had started reading me fairy tales before bed. Every thing seemed silly but them. There had to be some truth within everything passed down. There had to be something more out there.” It hadn’t been a JOYOUS LIFE. “She died. In her sleep after …”  After Viserys had gotten into a heated fight, throwing a tantrum. She wasn’t CERTAIN but she had her suspicions of what really happened. Dany shook the thought away leaving the ominous statement in the air, but her eyes were taking in the extent of the damage of his arm and … She loved him. . . .Ron, that was. Didn’t she?

       She didn’t want to lose him. Couldn’t lose him. “On my fourteenth birthday, not long after that, we’d been staying on a farm. They already had four kids and … I suspected they continued to take more for the money. But I woke up to a case on my bed. Well no, a trunk of sorts. As if someone had magically just dropped it off.”  A DRAGON etched into the top of it, what felt like a calling as her finger tips excitedly ran over it… Within the darkness of the room, the other three girls still fast asleep. “I opened it and saw three eggs. I knew.” At some point her eyes had found Ron and she was looking into them with an intensity and depth that hadn’t been previously reached. A longing for some sign he… That he felt the same way too. That he wouldn’t run. He’d risked his life. “I’d kept them hidden under my bed, stockpiled in blankets, I’d even smuggled a heater in. But they wouldn’t hatch. It wasn’t until months later when I woke up and …” Violet eyes fluttered ever so slightly remembering how terrifying it had all been. What she’d DONE.  “I thought I was dreaming. I … I don’t know how I didn’t wake up. Everything was on fire.” Her bed, the walls … The other beds. Charred remains where bodies once were, the rickety farm house closing in upon her as black plumes of smoke CONSUMED the last house she had known. 

       “The heater caught fire in the night. Once … Once I realized, I just wanted to die.” The parents weren’t particularly nasty by any means, though in the months they’d been there no bond had been built, and the children were innocent. Completely. “So I laid there. Because that is what I deserved. I didn’t want to live, not … not knowing what I’d done.” Was this heavy enough? This was the DARK DIRTY PAST she ran from, the one that propelled a life of SECLUSION, running from everything until … Until Charlie. “They were already dead, I knew everyone else was.” And … If they weren’t, she couldn’t face them. A SCARED CHILD afraid to move. CHARLIE is the only one she’d told. The GUILT had consumed her after the trial. It had left her scared, not ready to lose another life and certainly not his if something went wrong or she SCREWED UP.  “I lied to the Ministry, they were already looking for reason to condemn me and I knew that would only ADD to their witch hunt. I didn’t want …” Her Dragons to be taken away. “I told Charlie after but … I had laid there for hours.” Even when the old house had quiet literally buried her in rubble, until she was on the floor in  a heap … “Until there was nothing left but ash and smoke. Their cries hadn’t registered at first. I thought I was dead. I should have been dead. But I wasn’t. Drogon was the first to climb up out of the chaos and find me. He didn’t have far to go considering they were under my bed at the time but … That’s when I knew I was different.” And now? NOW SHE NEEDED A DRINK TOO. 

      “I walked out alive and alone, save for … My dragons. They’d hatched in the fire and they’re all I had. I had never grown up in your world and I had never felt as if I belonged in mine. Not until they’d been birthed from the flames and ash. I tried to stay in the mountains, away from people, but … The bigger they got … The harder it became.” And she hoped this wasn’t the point where he ran screaming. “I … I never wanted to hurt anyone. It hadn’t been my intent.”

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Before this blog gets fully underway, which will probably be put off until next week just because I’ve got a lot of things I’ve gotta finish up but . . .  I am always down for memes to threads, jumping around in timelines, aus of aus, and super plot heavy and brilliant things?

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Many, many years ago Hawkins had a breach. During the night a creature slipped into the Targaryen’s foster home. Viserys had been awake at the time and had screamed bloody murder, springing from the top bunk and leaving Daenerys at the mercy of whatever it was. By the time their foster parents had come, bat in hand pale and shaken, little Dany was gone. Never to be seen again. The demogorgon had taken her to the UPSIDE DOWN and for years she lived within the darkness . . . Caring for the creatures. It was terrifying, but for whatever reason they hadn’t hurt her. They’d bring her dead rabbits and whatever they could catch, small (AND REGRETTABLY LARGE) tokens and gifts for their . . . . What was she to them? Taken as a child, terrified and alone . . . Slowly fostering a bond with the beasts that dare not hurt her. She roamed the Upside Down like a hollow ghost, total isolation not being felt because . . . Well, she wasn’t truly alone, was she? Viserys didn’t hurt her here and . . . They took care of her. They looked to her. They loved her, and at some point, she loved them too. A fierce loyalty was formed as the creatures of darkness stood alongside her all those years. Until she wasn’t alone. And that’s when the problems started.