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Bring Me Back to Love by l_P_o_R_v_2_e_4

( https://archiveofourown.org/works/14945357 )

Link’s day…hell his year was going down the shitter. It was getting harder each time to get back up and keep moving. What made it worse was remembering such colorful splendor while his life played out in dull grays. It’s while at rock-bottom that fate decided to barge in and offer him a second chance. Will Link walk through that door or pass on by? Oh I hope he goes in because life, love, and a certain bearded fella are waiting inside to bring him back to love.

Day Suvno: Free Day

but no, seriously, this scrooge week made my week a lot better! tysm lumi for creating this madness (and sorry for all the glomgold)

We Always Burn

Summary: Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark

AO3 Link

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (main pairing), Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warning (please read): Implied grooming, mild smut, disassociation during sex, some language, toxic relationships, violence, manipulation, obsession, Targaryen ideology critical, not Daemon Targaryen friendly

Words: 1703

A/N: None of the relationships depicted in this are supposed to be seen as good or healthy; this is mostly meant to be a character study

They were meant to burn together. That was the way of dragons. It was what she was told all her life. Dragons were fierce creatures with a fire that burned within each one of them. They could not be tied to anything else. They craved that fire, they needed that fire. They would only be satisfied with that fire. That was what she was taught.  

Daemon had that fire inside of him. He was rogue in every sense of the word. He took what he wanted and feared neither man nor dragon. She was drawn to his fire since she was young. It made sense, after all, dragons were lured to flame. 

Rhaenyra laid back on the blanket sprawled on the sand. She removed the rest of her clothing in anticipation. Above her Daemon hovered. She moved quickly and met his lips in a fiery kiss before he pulled away. She gripped the blanket while staring up above. Her fingers flew to his long white hair to remind herself this was real. It was finally happening. The moment she had dreamed of. 

Daemon spread her legs open and adjusted him in front of her. Rhaenyra bit her lip. In a hasty motion, he moved inside. He pulled out before pushing in again.

Rhaenyra swallowed. She held onto him and tried to kiss him, but he was too focused on what he was doing. She smiles thinly.

This was what she wanted. What she had dreamed of since she was young. Just her and Daemon. She wanted to make love to him. 

She touched his hair. It was real. This was happening. Yet, it wasn’t like she had thought it would be.

She tried to move her hips, but Daemon’s hands kept her legs down. She ran her fingers on his back, attempting to feel him, feel anything. He didn’t respond to her affection. Rhaenyra was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Every thrust moved hastily but she couldn't feel any pleasure. 

Her lip quivered. She glanced down at Daemon. He was too enthralled, chasing his own pleasure to notice her lack thereof. He grunted under his breath. Rhaenyra should have been happy that he would get such pleasure from her, from her body. 

She stared up above at the dark sky of Driftmark. The stars were out, and they were beautiful. Rhaenyra kept her eyes on them as she pretended to arch her back and let out small moans. Would that please Daemon? Would it please her?

She didn't know. She just stared at the sky as her mind became numb.

Rhaenyra blinked her eyes open. She saw the night sky looming over her, its beautiful stars shining in contrast. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was close by. The smell of sea salt reminded her she was still on the beach. Slowly, she sat up. The princess looked around. Her dress was poorly undone and hung off her shoulders. She touched the back of her head, her carefully done braid had come loose. She pulled her dress back up and let down her hair, there was no fixing it now. Then Rhaenyra realized she didn’t find any of Daemon’s clothing. 

He was gone. He had left her, once again.

Rhaenyra put on her shoes and walked out of the wrecked boat they had decided to go to. She trudged through the sand, her eyes wavering over the dark landscape. No other person in sight. He really was gone. 

Rhaenyra truly had no idea what happened when she was summoned into the main hall in High Tide. Lord Corlys and Rhaenys were already there hugging Baela and Rhaena. Her eyes searched and found her sons. She ran to their side where Luke had a bloody nose and Jace was bleeding from his head. From where she stood, Rhaenyra saw Aemond sitting with a maester sewing his eye shut.

Shit.

“What happened?” She asked.

It was a mistake to ask out loud. The children began screaming at each other, throwing insults from across the room. Rhaenyra felt her head pounding from the high-pitched shrieks. During this outburst, the door from outside the castle opened, and in walked her uncle. 

Rhaenyra looked at him. He was leaning against a column, his entire body at ease with his arms crossed in front of his chest. An amused smile on his face as he watched the scene before him. He didn’t look over at her, she thought bitterly. He didn’t seem concerned at all. 

Then a voice broke through. It was her father. Rhaenyra held her head up; he would take care of this situation. Ultimately there was back and forth but her father defended her and her children from the accusations. She breathed a sigh of relief. 

Her eyes returned to Daemon. He had yet to acknowledge her. Rhaenyra didn’t understand. She had loved him since she was a child. He had adorned her with gifts and praises. He spoke High Valyrian with her, it was their mother tongue and yet he only shared it with her. He called her the most beautiful woman in the realm. He was so passionate with her that night in the brothel. They had kissed and touched each other in ways that only husband and wife should. He had loved her like a woman grown. He told her they were meant to burn together. 

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Where was that passion now? Where was that fire within him? 

Then a strained voice broke through. “Aemond has lost an eye. Goodwill is not enough.”

Rhaenyra looked up and saw Alicent shaking where she stood. Her brown eyes bared into her father.

“Alicent there has been enough suffering today.”

“Aemond more than anyone has suffered, there needs to be justice”, her voice edged on anger.

Rhaenyra raised her brows. 

“Alicent, that is enough,” her father said.

Her former friend narrowed her eyes at him. “Viserys, he is your son. Your blood. He is without an eye because of the boy.”

Again, anger was beginning to seep through. Rhaenyra watched in fascination. There was a fire there, deep inside Alicent. She wanted to see more.

Rhaenyra raised her head high. “As we already established, my son was acting in self-defense.”

Alicent glared at her. “By bringing a blade, he showed he had other intentions.”

Rhaenyra hid a smirk. She had her now, she wanted to see how far she could push.

“He should have never called my sons such a deplorable word. It is treason to have questioned their birth. Had it been anyone else the punishment would have been far worse.” Rhaenyra paused savoring the rage in Alicent’s eyes. Then she allowed her lip to quirk up. “He is lucky his eye was the only thing taken.”

Alicent stilled for a moment. Her eyes dulled over. Rhaenyra feared that she had broken her. She never wanted her broken. Her thoughts disappeared when the sound of a blade was drawn.

“Alicent!” Her father yelled.

Alicent rushed toward her with the conquer’s blade. Screaming and chaos ensued. Rhaenyra grabbed Alicent by the wrist and kept a hand on her shoulder, maintaining a distance between the end of the dagger. Alicent grunted trying to bury the dagger into her skin, fury dancing in her eyes. 

Rhaenyra was fighting to hide the ecstasy she felt at having gotten a reaction. 

“I have done everything that has been expected of me. I have tried to hold together the kingdom, the family, and the law. Yet you seem to be bent to trampling it all! You have taken my son’s eye and declared that it was fair!”

Rhaenyra struggled against Alicent. The blade was inching closer, but she had never felt more alive. 

“It was that or his life,” Rhaenyra stated. She decided to cut deeper. “This was a mercy.”

Alicent grit her teeth and attempted to slash her face. The same place where Aemond lost his eye. Rhaenyra stared in awe. The same fire she craved was there before her. Alicent had the fire of a dragon. How had she not seen it before? How could she have let her escape? Everything she looked for was right under her nose, she was foolish for not seeing it before. 

Alicent suddenly managed to break out of her grasp. The blade came down, but Rhaenyra moved out of the way. The princess backed away, her children and good parents surrounded her. She felt a stinging sensation on her wrist. Rhaenyra looked down as blood trickled down her hand. 

A beat of silence passed as everyone stared in shock. 

Rhaenyra only watched Alicent’s reaction. The queen seemed horrified by her actions. Her grip on the blade tightened so much so that the tip of her finger pricked the sharp edge. She dropped the dagger on the floor. A deafening clang sounded. The Valyrian steel fell. Blood stained the tip. It was her blood. Close to the handle, Rhaenyra noticed another dash of red. It was Alicent’s. The pool of red mixed. 

The following morning Rhaenyra stood in the courtyard of Driftmark. The wind brushed against her black fur coat. Sea salt hung in the air. A ship trudged forward to King’s Landing. Three distinct roars came from the sky. The dragons set off flying above the ship. Sunfyre and Dreamfyre led with Vhagar, their newest addition, flying behind.    

Rhaenyra focused on the boat. Alicent was inside. She would arrive back home before the day was done. Rhaenyra smirked. The idea that Alicent believed she could run from her was almost laughable. Her fingers caressed the bandages around her wrist. 

She thought of the way they were cut by the same Valyrian steel, how their blood mixed together. And all were present to see. Her ancestors once married in such a manner. Once they did, they were tied together in every way possible. Heart, mind, body, and soul. Rhaenyra had seen that fire within Alicent and would be damned if she was ever going to let her slip away now. 

They were meant to burn together. That was the way of dragons. That was what she was taught. She would never stop until she had that fire.     

Cold egg roles hit so hard in the middle of the night