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[firebound-press]

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO I PROUDLY PRESENT!!!!!! A FULL COLLECTION OF FISH N CHIP WORKS BY @earlgay-milktea !!!!!!!

My first ever leatherbound book!!!! Over 650 pages!!!!! My first time doing double core endbands!!!!! It’s all in here!!!!!!!!

It’s got custom graphics by @fishcop !!!! It’s got a couple graphics from me!!!!!! We’ve got it all!!!!!!

Ive been working on this book for over a year now and I’m so so proud to finally have it done. There’s a lot of stuff I could say about this bind but it mostly boils down to “holy shit I actually did it that’s so cool”

A lot of love and work went into this bind so if you have any questions please don’t be afraid to ask! Please!! I want to talk about it!!!!

Works featured:

Heart of the Sea

Breaking Free

Honesty Is The Best Fallacy

Captive Hero

Lovefool

Bitter Water

advancing on real ground

Wreck the Halls

Before Daybreak

You can also read Earls other work here:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/earlgay_milktea

[emsromanoff]

The fire in her eyes | part 3

She was Hydra’s secret weapon—firebound, nameless, and controlled. When the Avengers storm the last hidden base, Natasha Romanoff comes face to face with the girl behind the flame. A mission becomes a rescue. And maybe… something more

Pairings: natasha Romanoff x female OC

Word count: 1,7 k

Warnings: mention of trauma, Flashbacks, fluff, slowburn

Chapter three | Smoke and Silence

Days go by slowly. The medical wing felt less like a cage now, even though she gets monitored constantly. It feels more like a foggy glass box. Still sterile, still quiet, but no longer like a prison. During the day, her memories are coming slowly back from what happened over the last few months. These memories feel rather foggy. But at night, they are more vivid than ever. It’s like Amaliya relives the loss of control and the mind manipulating all over again. It always ends up with her waking up sweaty and flame sparkling on her fingertips. Her strength was returning - slowly. Her fire still sparked when she got emotional or had nightmares, but Bruce had designed elemental dampeners built into her wristbands to keep flare-ups in check while her nervous system recalibrated.

Amaliya is sitting crossed-legged on the bed, hands resting behind her head. She had no longer IV lines clinging to her. The silence here was different. Not empty, just different.

The silence is broken by the door hissing open, the familiar red head entering, again. But this time with a tray in her hands.

“Don’t get too excited, Its just soup.” she said softly, setting it down on the side table and sitting down on a nearby chair. “But I made it. Sort of.”

Amaliya arches her eyebrow. “You cook?”

Natasha shrugs. “I microwave. Close enough.”

The corner of her mouth twitches in amusement at her answer. Natasha didn’t miss it.

“You should eat. Bruce says your body’s still running hotter than average. You are burning calories like a furnace.”

Amaliya glances at the soup. She can’t deny that she is starving. But her appetite has been gone for the last few days.

“I am not hungry.”

silence hangs between them two. Natasha studies her, trying to find out whats going on in the head of hers. She is harder to read than other people, thats for sure. But that makes her even more curious. She points out:

“You’ve barely said a word to anyone since you woke up.”

Amaliya avoids her gaze and mutters “I have nothing to say.”

“Everyone has something to say.”

“What do you want to hear? I burned people alive, Romanoff. Whats your team waiting for? Trying to lock me up?”

Natasha shakes her head. “No one is trying to lock you up. Hydra did enough of that for a lifetime.” She pauses and asks: “do you remember anything before the base?”

Amaliya thinks for a moment. Her memories are a blur and everything is mixed up. She isn’t even sure what really happened and which memories were only nightmares.

“I remember only pieces. Flashes, fire, screaming.. It’s a lot.”

“They probably wiped your memories. Hydra likes blanks—it’s easier to rewrite someone who doesn’t remember who they are.”

Amaliya is still avoiding her gaze.

“And if there’s nothing worth remembering?”

“Then you get to build something new. From scratch. Most people don���t get that chance. We can help you control your powers, and make you a part of the team.”

Amaliya is considering her words. A part of the team? She never had something like this. Before hydra took everything from her and make her to a weapon without a choice, she had nothing. She says in a quiet voice:

“You really think I can be one of you? An Avenger?”

The redhead smirks slightly.

“You are already wearing Stark-Brand pajamas. Thats halfway there.”

That makes Amaliya huffs in amusement.

“I am serious.”

“So am I. I’ve seen worse start from less. And honestly, you’d be doing better than half the guys on the roster. At least you don’t talk in movie quotes or bench-press helicopters to prove a point.” Natasha explains.

“Why are you trying so hard for me?” her ember eyes narrow slightly.

Natasha pauses before answering:

“Because no one did for me.”

Amaliya looks away again. Her fingers flex on her lap- there is a soft flicker of warmth, but it dies down before it can ignite.

Amaliya meets her gaze again. “You shouldn’t trust me.”

Natasha leaned back, arms crossed. “I don’t. Yet.”

That made Amaliya snort softly. Honest. At least that was something.

“But I want to,” Natasha added. “And the others… they don’t see a monster. They see someone who survived. That matters around here.”

Amaliya lets her words sink in. She wouldn’t admit it yet, but Natasha gives her a tiny bit of hope back. Hope that she can be a person again. A better person. She doesn’t know a lot of Natasha, since she is very guarded. But there is a mutual understanding between them. Then she finally reaches for the soup, the words leaving her mouth half-jokingly.

“If I get food poisoning, I am gonna set you on fire.”

Natashas eyes glisten with amusement, she retorts with a deadpan face:

“Fair. Just aim away from the curtains.”

Thats the first time she sees Amaliya smile. It’s just a little, but genuine smile.

Over the next few days, she interacts more with the avengers. Each one on their own way. Steve drops by with books. Biographies, poetry. Nothing too heavy.

Bruce ran scans and gave her updates—without treating her like an experiment.

Wanda lingered by the door once, their eyes meeting briefly. Something passed between them. Mutual damage. Mutual power.

Tony mostly waves from the window, clearly still wary of fire in enclosed spaces.

But Natasha keeps coming back.

Sometimes with coffee, sometimes with awkward conversation starters, sometimes just to sit in silence. But it gives her some sort of comfort.

[aegonssswifey]

Storborn, Firebound

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Chapter 10: A Queen’s Pain

The realm had not known joy like this in years.

Trumpets sounded from the highest towers. Bells rang from the Sept of Baelor. Banners unfurled from every window in King’s Landing, dyed in crimson and gold, edged with seafoam green—fire and sea, blood and salt.

The Queen was with child.

A Velaryon-Targaryen heir.

The celebration swept the city in waves: doves released over the city square, bards commissioned to write songs of the unborn prince, nobles spilling into the capital from every corner of the realm. A royal feast was held in the Red Keep, rich with the scents of honey-glazed quail, buttered crab, and Dornish wine that flowed like rivers.

The great hall glowed with thousands of floating candles, casting golden light over silk-hung columns. Music swelled, laughter rang, and dancers spun in sweeping circles of brocade and velvet.

And at the heart of it all sat Saerah.

Pregnant, crowned, radiant.

Her gown was a work of art—deep sapphire silk embroidered with threads of gold, hugging her swollen belly and flowing into sheer sleeves that shimmered when she moved. Her silver braids were coiled atop her head like a crown of moonlight, glinting beneath her golden coronet.

She laughed, smiled, received every congratulations with grace—but her eyes searched the crowd… because she knew he was watching.

Aegon.

He sat slouched on his throne, one leg thrown over the armrest in lazy arrogance, a goblet of wine in his hand. And yet his gaze never strayed far from her. Not once.

He watched the way she moved—how her gown clung to the curve of her belly, how her breasts strained against the silk. She was ripe with his child, heavy with his seed, and the sight filled him with something fierce.

Pride.

Possession.

Desire.

Gods, the way her body looked carrying his child—it was almost too much. His cock stirred every time her hand absently stroked her belly or when she shifted her weight in her seat and her hips rolled softly.

He was drunk on her. And not from wine.

The Ghost from the Past

And then—he saw it.

A face in the Velaryon party. Sun-darkened, weatherworn, unremarkable—except for the way Saerah stilled when she saw him.

Aegon’s brow furrowed. Who the fuck—

Her breath caught. Time slowed. The air left her lungs.

Him.

Her first love.

A fisherman, no lord, no knight—just a man who had once held her heart on the rocky shores of Driftmark. They had shared something untouched by titles or power. Something innocent. But that innocence had no place in the throne room.

He approached slowly, reverently.

“You have become a queen,” he murmured, as if saying it out loud broke some sacred rule.

“And you are still the same,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

He offered his hand. “Come with me. Just for a moment.”

She hesitated—then, against all better judgment, she went.

The garden was bathed in moonlight, marble fountains whispering softly in the stillness.

“I waited for you,” he said.

Saerah looked down. “I know.”

His rough hands—those hands she had once loved—reached for hers. “He’ll never love you like I did.”

Her throat tightened.

And then—he kissed her.

A soft, lingering kiss of memory, not passion. A stolen second from a different life.

But it was one second too long.

“What in the fuck is this?”

His voice cut through the air like a blade. He moved before he thought—pure instinct, rage in his blood. He saw her—his wife, his pregnant wife—pressed close to another man.

A fucking fisherman.

Aegon’s fist connected with the man’s jaw. Blood sprayed across the pale stone. He punched again—again—until the man crumpled like a sack of bones.

“She. Is. Mine,” Aegon growled, seething.

Saerah shoved him back, fury in her eyes. “Have you lost your mind?”

“You let him touch you,” he spat.

“I did not—”

“I saw you.”

“And you?” she snapped. “You fuck whores every night, and I am meant to say nothing?”

He took a slow step toward her, his voice a growl. “That is not the same.”

“Why?” she challenged. “Because you’re the king?”

His eyes burned. “Because you are mine.”

He couldn’t take it. Not the way she looked at him. Not the heat rising in his blood. Not the ache of seeing another man’s hands where they did not belong.

He dragged her through the servants’ hallway, through a forgotten passage behind the feast, until they were behind a locked chamber door. The sound of the court’s celebration still echoed faintly through the walls.

“You want to know the difference?” he rasped, backing her against the wall, hands gripping her thighs. “He can want you—but I’ve already fucking claimed you.”

He dropped to his knees, kissing the swell of her belly. “You carry me. You breathe me. You’re mine, Saerah.”

And gods, she was.

His mouth was everywhere—her throat, her breasts, her belly. She gasped, tugging at his hair, her arousal pouring out of her. He lifted her effortlessly, setting her onto the table, parting her thighs with one hand while the other freed his cock—already hard, already dripping.

And when he thrust into her, it was not gentle.

It was not careful.

It was a reclaiming.

Aegon fucked her like a man starved, like every inch of her had to be marked again—like he could fuck the memory of that kiss from her lips.

And Saerah? She moaned.

Loudly.

No shame, no restraint.

Her cries echoed off the stone. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her swollen belly brushed his chest as he fucked her harder, faster.

“You are mine,” he growled again, panting against her neck.

“I am,” she gasped.

And when she came—she screamed his name. Loud enough that any soul within fifty feet would know who she belonged to.

Aegon followed with a groan that rattled the chamber, spilling deep inside her.

They stayed tangled there for a long moment—sweaty, panting, clinging.

And then, without lifting his head, Aegon whispered—

“No one touches my queen.”

[firefly464]

Whoa look at that a pinned post!

Hi!!! I'm Fire!! I reblog a lot of random stuff that I find fun or neat or whatever, and I tend to bounce between fandoms a lot!! My asks are always open if you want to stop in and say hi or be silly :D

I also bind books! All of my book binding stuff can be found @firebound-press!

My ao3 is Fire_Fly464

You can find my writing under the tag #Fire Writes :D, and my art is all under the tag #Fire Draws, both of which are tagged on this post for ease of access yippe!!!!

If you're looking for the old Split Realities Master Post, you can find it right here!

Life Series Character Studies: Scott | Pearl | Martyn | Cleo | Scar | Grian

Ok bye i love you lots!!!

[tigers1o1]

Forgot to make a post yesterday but

Happy one year anniversary to the completion of Fools Gold!!

This fic means a lot to me and I’m so happy ive been able to share it with people who love it just as much. Ironically enough, one of my friends ( @firefly464 / @firebound-press ) recently gave me a hand-bound copy of the fic and it’s absolutely gorgeous. I dont have any good pictures yet, however, Fire is actually coming over in a couple days to do a silly little photoshoot, so look out for that!

Anyway, i just wanna say thank you to everyone who’s read and enjoyed the fic, and that its been a crazy year. Here’s to many more.

[otakucalsama]

cal’s bella x wolves fic recs

hello! this is cal here (obviously) and i’m just reposting this. i made it a while back, but the links didn’t work, so now i’m redoing it. this time, i’m going to make it smaller, with more posts, instead of larger in one post. so without further ado, here is my bella x the wolves fic recs. also, this is only for completed fics, so if you have a story i didn’t add (that’s complete) send me a link and i’ll read it and then decide whether to add it or not. i will not, however, take any bella x edward, bella x jasper, or bella x jacob fics. 

other fic recs here

last updated- 12/2/19

j a r e d x b e l l a

i. firebound by someryn / m / 70-75k, multi-chaptered / complete

After the battle with the newborns, Bella stumbles into an entirely new destiny. She’d thought she’d already made all the hard decisions. Now she doesn’t know if her world is falling apart or finally falling together. Bella/Jared.

ii. she belongs with me by booksteaandcake13 / m / 70-75k, multi-chaptered / complete

A fan fiction about the imprinting on Bella by Jared. When Bella goes looking for Jake, she meets Jared instead. How do they make their relationship work, and how does Jacob deal with it? Will Jacob find a new romance?

iii. a difficult choice by nefertel / t / 25-30k, multi-chaptered / complete

Bella breaks free from Edward to visit Jacob but something happens that no one expected. What will happen to Bella and Edward. BXJ pairing. Rated T for now may change to M.

iv. seven days by lilyaurora / m / 2-3k, one-shot / complete

“Please. I’m begging, just… just talk to me. Please.” His heart ached as he watched her eyes fill with unshed tears. Her long, beautiful hair moved fluidly as she shook her head in reply, not trusting her voice. He reached towards her, wanting to comfort her. But she pulled away, a gasp on her plump lips, eyes wide

v. the man who can’t be moved by vampirefairy13 / t / 10-15k, two-shot / complete

Songfic. Despite being imprinted on by Jared, Bella chooses another, his sworn enemy. When all his previous attempts to change Bella’s mind fail he is forced to wait where they first met hoping she will come to her senses. But what if it’s too late?

p a u l x b e l l a

i. no more secrets by just lil ole t / m / >1k, one-shot / complete

Paul loves a challenge and she definitely fits that bill! AU, ONE SHOT!, Rated M mostly for language

ii. redemption by khyharah / t / 35-40k, multi-chaptered / complete

Redemption can come in many forms. For some, it’s finding the light at the end of the tunnel. For me? It came in two forms: a red-haired vampire out for vengeance and a 6'4", copper skinned man….. No man isn’t right. GOD would be closer. Oh, and he just happens to turn into a giant wolf and kills vampires. But really, that’s just a bonus.

iii. holy crow by geezerwrench / m / 15-20k, multi-chaptered / complete

The feather Paul found was a confirmation of what he already knew. Bella is the imprint he requires, but maybe he’s just what Bella truly needs. Written for Afke in the 2014 2nd Annual Tricky Raven Author/Artist Silent Auction. AU. Paul Lahote, Bella Swan

iv. hot headed angel by obsidian stained roses / t / 25-30k, multi-chaptered / complete

IMPRINT STORY: After Edward left, I couldn’t function. I didn’t think I’d ever move on with my life. I was trying for Charlie and Jacob; but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t good enough for anyone; I just wanted Edward. It wasn’t a life without him. But life has purpose, and after Jacob broke his promise, I found my purpose. I had someone to live for. I had Paul. P/B A/U OOC

v. life in la push by ifeelittoo / k+ / 20-25k, multi-chaptered / complete

What if Charlie had lived in La Push? Bella moves in with him, and everything goes down differently. Will Bella still fall for Edward? Or will a member of the pack appeal to her?

vi. listening to your heart beating by kaialuna / m / 3-4k, one-shot / complete

A little one shot trying to get my writing back after a long setback. Paul finds and imprints on Bella in the woods after Edward leaves. Can she be healed by the quiet warmth of his presence and the gentle thrum of his heart beat.

vii. hearts in sync by untamed loner / m / 30-35k, multi-chaptered / complete / sequel- hearts ever right

When Charlie gets called away to testify, Bella moves to La Push where she meets Paul. It doesn’t take long for the two to form a bond unlike any other. As Paul convinces her to talk about her past, it becomes clear. She was always meant to be HIS.

viii. harmonic convergence by nostalgicmiss / m / 90-95k, multi-chaptered / complete

When Bella comes to stay with Charlie, his first inclination is to keep her away from the vampires and send her to school on the Reservation where she’ll be protected. Her life changes forever when bad boy Paul comes out to play. A/U, BxP, Rated M

ix. big bad wolf by kaialuna / m / 10-15k, one shot / complete

A slap derails Bella’s life. She’d never hit someone before, ever. Now all she can think about is Paul. Odd little one shot. Not my best writing but thought I’d post it anyways.

x. shades of the past by mysteriouslyme / m / 3-4k, one-shot / complete

When he left, she was left broken. When the world was left devoid of warmth, he defrosted her frozen sheilds of self preservation, helping her piece back together what she had forgotten.

xi. paul’s girl by sweetashuney / m / 50-55k, multi-chaptered / complete

Takes place in New Moon. After Paul imprints on Bella they become close. But how will they fare when the Cullen Family comes back? Will Paul be able to keep Bella’s heart or does she still belong to a vampire? M for lemons and language.

xii. poisoned love by 9poisonivy9 / m / 45-50k, multi-chaptered / complete

What if, when Jake took Bella to meet Sam and the others, Paul imprinted on her. Can Paul fix Bella or will she be the broken girl forever? And will their love survive the newborns and Victoria?

xiii. somewhere i belong by juxtaposed92 / m / 55-60k, multi-chaptered / complete

Bella ran away from an abusive relationship and who should she run into other then the pack? She falls in love with Paul, who has in fact imprinted on her, as they all try and help her escape her dangerous ex.

xiv. my savior by teamjacobrulez / m / 30-35k, multi-chaptered / complete

In the midst of her near death, he was the only one who was there to save her. When everyone else had abandoned her, he was the one who came to give her comfort. When no one else loved her, he did. After suffering a bad heartbreak, can she love again?

xv. believe by bexxyy / t / 3-4k, one-shot / complete

When the wolves are in trouble, a former legend comes to life. All Bella can do is sit and wait but sometimes you can see more than you believe from the sidelines, based on the Quileute legend about the Thunderbird.

s e t h x b e l l a

i. the clearwater solution by shadowpast620 / m / 6-7k, one-shot / complete

Seth does what no one else has been able to do – stop Bella from marrying Edward.

ii. unintended by jasper’sdarlinbunny / k / 1-2k, one-shot / complete

Set during New Moon. A little Oneshot about Seth/Bella and a little thing called Imprinting!

iii. tradition by notashamedtobe / m / 7-8k, one-shot / complete

Some traditions change with time, only to get better. This is an entry from the Tricky Raven’s winter contest. It also checks off my desire to write Bella with all the wolves, minus Colin and Brady. I might add to it later on, but it’s done as of right now.

q u i l x b e l l a

i. closure by lilyaurora / t / 2-3k, one-shot / complete

Some Fluffy Fluff lol

ii. promise me by just lil ole t / k+ / 4-5k, one-shot / complete

What if Bella and Quil grew up as life long friends? How would their lives have turned out? AU, Rated K, ONE SHOT, This piece won Third Place in Tricky Raven’s Twitterpated in Springtime One Shot Competition! :D

iii. walking away by betterintexas / m / 6-7k, one-shot / complete

A different take on the Breaking Dawn wedding. What could have been. Entry to the Tricky Raven Silent Auction. Prompt provided by GeezerWench.

iv. love in an elevator by lilyaurora / m / 5-6k, one-shot / complete / sequel- be mine bella

“Quil!…I swear to god if you press another button on that panel, I’m gonna kick you right where it hurts!”

v. i’m yours by pengins.are.lovely / t / 40-45k, multi-chaptered / complete

After Jake ditched them both, Quil and Bella strike up a friendship, which turns into something more.

vi. that’s not what i expected by carliecullenblack by just a kiss contest / t / 6-7k, one-shot / complete

ENTRY FOR THE JUST A KISS CONTEST: Jake sends Bella away in New Moon after he first phases and Quil finds her crying and upset. The two connect over the loss of their friend in an unexpected way.

vii. i’ve always loved you by knblair86 / 40-45k, multi-chaptered / complete

Imprint Story! After Jake gets ‘sick’, Bella starts hanging out with Quil. How will they help each other heal? What happens when the Cullen’s come back to town and Will Victoria finally get her revenge? Please give it a chance!

viii. well ain’t that something by wolfpull85 / t / 3-4k, one-shot / complete

Bella goes to La Push to confront Jake after he disappears but finds his friend instead and a whole world she didn’t expect opens up.

e m b r y x b e l l a

i. gettin’ game by just lil ole t / k / 1-2k, one-shot / complete

Embry’s struggling to find his game…to catch his girl. He goes to his best source of manly advice for some suggestions. ONE SHOT!, AU

ii. brown sugar by geezerwrench / t / >1k, one-shot / complete

Looking at her, he realized he didn’t really want to know the answer after all—to either question. Perhaps later he would, but right then, in that moment, it didn’t matter. Written for the Tricky Raven Weekly Fanfiction Flash Fic challenge prompt #36. AU Embry Call, Bella Swan

iii. how do i love thee? by chrissihr / m / 2-3k, one-shot / complete

AU: Embry and Bella are lying in bed one lazy summer Saturday morning, basking in the sunshine pouring through the slats of the blinds like cats in a sun puddle as Embry recites “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…” and shows her. Pairing prompt provided by Afke Deen for the 2nd Annual Tricky Raven Author & Artist Silent Auction. One-shot, COMPLETE.

iv. bella on ice by kookykatie / t / 3-4k, one-shot / complete

Set in New Moon, in February. Bella is moving on with her life after Edward left and has taken to Jacob and his pack of friends. They can get her to do many things she wouldn’t normally do, and they take advantage of that in this particular story. Embry/Bella pairing, Jacob only loves Bella as a best friend.

v. bella’s insecurities by sfj0813 / t / 1-2k, one-shot / complete

Bella thinks she’s not good enough for Embry. Oneshot

l e a h x b e l l a

i. lost and found by sophieangel69 / m / 1-2k, two-shot / complete

After Edward leaves her Bella bumps into Victoria but is then saved by a passing werewolf. (Dub-con) Challenge

ii. magic on the cliffs by whitewolflegend / t / 1-2k, one-shot / complete

“Am I so horrible that no one will want me?” she whispers to the she wolf after a few minutes of silence. Leah held back another snarl and cursed Jacob in her mind before pulling back so she could look Bella in her eyes for the first time. Gasping as she felt the world around her shift and latch onto the woman crying in front of her, nothing mattered but her.

iii. moonlight sonata by izzyiniguez / t / 6-7k, one-shot / complete

Bella/Leah. Leah imprinted and kept it to herself, eventually the wolf will be let out of the bag.

iv. acceptance by mskathy / m / 7-8k, one-shot / complete

Written for the TwiSlash Unveiled Femme Slash Contest - Leah struggles with her self-identity and Bella just wants someone to love. When Alice sets them up on a blind date, they each find more than they had hoped for in each other. Lemons, femme slash.

v. secrets of the heart by sparklingfae / m / 2-3k, one-shot / complete

She was tired of waiting..tonight was the night that she would reveal the truth to her imprint. FemmeSlash warning.

b r a d y x b e l l a

i. all for you by welsharcher / t / 50-55k, multi-chaptered / complete

The meeting with the wolves didn’t go quite as everyone had planned. Especially not when a wolf imprints on Bella. Bella/Brady.

[firebound-press]

Todays book is Natural Satellite by @sixpossumsinatrenchcoat!!

I’ll be so real, I’m so proud of this book. I had the chance to take a book arts class for school, and for my final project I decided to go ahead and do a fic binding. This book is one I’d had planned out for a while, and this was my chance to actually create it!!

You can’t see it super well in these pictures, but the edges of the book are painted! And they have stars! So you’ll just have to trust me when I say it looks really really cool.

Honestly this fic is very important to me just in general. When I was first playing ISAT I was told several times completely separate people that I desperately needed to read Natural Satellite as soon as I finished the game, and they were very much correct!

For the typesetting I really wanted to try and capture the energy of the game itself, which I think I was able to do pretty well!

The title page is based on the orbital path of tsuchinshan-atlas, aka the second moon that we had for a few months last year. It felt very fitting for the contents of the fic hehe!

You can read the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/135189547

[firebound-press]

Todays bind! Fools Gold, by @tigers1o1 !!

Personally, I absolutely adore the paper and bookcloth combination on this bind. I got the cloth a while back for free and I’ve been waiting for a chance to use it, and then my friend Cam got me this paper as a gift! It seemed way too perfect to not use!

This was a very exciting bind, because it gave me the opportunity to try something completely new, gilded edges!!

Although it didn’t turn out perfect, I’m still super proud of how clean it ended up. Plus, I personally think the flaws make it better :D

The typesetting here was very exciting for me. A few months ago Ty held a tattoo contest for the fic, and I couldn’t not use them when I saw the two finalist designs. So I went ahead and contacted the artists, and they both said I could use them!!

Title page design: @eldrigeonsss

Chapter header design: @sheeeeeeeepherd

Thank you both again for letting me use your beautiful work!

You can read the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42798252/chapters/107512251

[firebound-press]

And here it is!! My book for FFWAD this year! This year, I was very lucky to have the opportunity to make a copy of Passerine for @thcscus herself!!!

This was actually a redo of my second ever binding, which you can find here, and it’s so cool to see how far I’ve come in my binding!!

I also tried something new with this one with the edge coloring, and I’m very proud of how it turned out! I used watercolor for it.

I also redid the typesetting while I was at it. The title page was drawn by @coffit0, because one of the copies was actually a gift for him!

You can read the original work here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28755084

[firebound-press]

Behold!! My first ever tiny books!! Robin Hood and the Little Trickster, and Future Past!

Both these books are apart of the Future Past series by Enira, though Robin Hood and the Little Trickster is also written by cruellae :D

This project was actually a gift for my wonderful friend @totallynotpuri! Hi puri I love you!!

I’ll be entirely honest, these two were really difficult for me. For whatever reason I had a really hard time getting started, so I ended up putting off the project for months. But it’s ok, because I got it done eventually!

Both books feature some beautiful art by reveriesky, which is very very fun.

The big thing I’m proud about for this one is the contrast between the two. I really wanted them to stand out when side by side, hence why I chose the silver on black and black on white. They’re both part of a pair, not complete without the other :3c

The books with a pen for size comparison

[firebound-press]

To be alone (with you) by Campanella!!

Very very proud of the typesetting on this one, I wanted to make each story feel unique while also staying consistent, and I feel like I was able to do that pretty well!!

The amazing artwork for the title page and playlist was done by @petriteru!!

Here’s some more pictures of the typesetting that didn’t make it into the video :D

Thank you again to cam for letting me bind this series!!! I really enjoyed working on it oh so much!!!

You can read the original work here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2102925

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Stormborn, Firebound

Chapter 9: A Month of Fire and Duty

Summary: In the heart of the Targaryen court, Saerah Velaryon, the bastard daughter of Lord Corlys, is drawn into a web of power, desire, and duty. She and Aegon II Targaryen share an undeniable pull—a battle of wills, a slow-burning temptation neither can escape.

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A\N: I'm back guys!!

Pairing : Aegon Targaryen x Bastard!ValaryonReader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Light Fingering, Cum play

It had been one month since Saerah Velaryon became queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

And already, she had begun to reshape the court in her image.

The Queen’s apartments, once quiet and filled with whispering ladies-in-waiting, were now alive with power.

Saerah had formed her own council of women—not just noble ladies, but the wives of generals, ship captains, and key court officials.

She spoke with them daily, discussing alliances, trade, and the realities of ruling a kingdom.

“I will not be a queen who merely smiles and nods,” she had told Alicent one morning over tea. “If I am to rule beside your son, I will do so with purpose.”

Alicent had merely studied her for a long moment, then finally said, “Good.”

Saerah knew not all approved.

The court whispered of her Velaryon blood, her bastard origins.

But none could deny the way she commanded the room—or the way the king watched her.

A Marriage of Fire

Her marriage to Aegon was not one of love.

Not yet.

But they had found something that sustained them.

A balance between lust, companionship, and duty.

Most nights, Aegon still drank himself into oblivion.

Most mornings, he still woke in her bed.

And though they fought like wildfire, there was something unspoken between them, a pull neither could deny.

One night, when he came to her, half-drunk and smirking, she merely raised a brow.

“Tell me, husband,” she murmured, tracing a finger over his bare chest after he had made her come undone with his mouth a good 3 times. “Will you seek another tonight? Or do I still amuse you?”

Aegon’s violet eyes darkened as he pressed her against the wall, his breath hot against her throat.

“You consume me, wife,” he murmured, his lips brushing her skin. “And I hate you for it.”

Saerah merely smirked, dragging him down into a searing kiss and like many nights since they’re bethroval Aegon proceeded to demonstrate just how much.

After what seemed like hours Saerah lay beneath Aegon, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in soft gasps after relentless burning pleasure.

But unlike all the times before—Aegon had not pulled away.

Saerah felt it immediately.

His release still inside her slowly dripping out of her cunt, his body still heavy against hers.

For the first time, he had not been careful.

For the first time, he had not held back.

She blinked up at him, as his fingers trailed down to het wetness to gather the evidence and slowly pushed back inside her..

“Aegon,” she whimpered.

His gaze met hers, his cock swelling again at the Meer thought of getting to see her swollen with his seed.

And for the first time, there was no smirk.

No arrogance.

Only something raw.

“Perhaps it is time,” he murmured.

Saerah’s heart pounded.

They had never spoken of children yet even though expected from the realm, the Queen Dowager especially..

Aegon had always been careful, avoiding the obvious consequences of his indulgences and his infatuation for his new queen.

But now—

He had made a choice.

Saerah’s breath hitched.

“You wish to give the realm what they want,” she murmured.

Aegon’s lips brushed her ear.

“I wish to give you what you deserve,” he whispered as he slowly removed his fingers form her centre.

Saerah’s fingers curled into his back.

In that moment, she let herself believe him.

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Stormborn, Firebound

Summary: In the heart of the Targaryen court, Saerah Velaryon, the bastard daughter of Lord Corlys, is drawn into a web of power, desire, and duty. She and Aegon II Targaryen share an undeniable pull—a battle of wills, a slow-burning temptation neither can escape.

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Chapter 6: The Bargain

Pairing : Aegon Targaryen x Bastard!ValaryonReade

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex, p in v , fingering

(Saerah’s POV)

The thought should have terrified her.

Instead, it thrilled her.

Queen.

The word whispered through Saerah’s mind like the sea breeze at Driftmark—dangerous and intoxicating.

Her fingers traced the silk of her nightgown as she sat by the window, staring out at the city below.

The ache of last night still lingered in her skin—Aegon’s touch, his lips, the raw need between them that had nearly consumed them both.

But now, a new feeling had settled in her chest.

Power.

She had spent her life adrift—a Velaryon by blood, but a bastard by name. Never quite belonging , never quite seen for the woman she could really bee.

But now?

Now the Queen Dowager had given Aegon no choice but to claim her.

If she married him, she would no longer be Saerah Velaryon, the girl who was lucky to be acknowledged.

She would be Saerah Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

And if she could not have love—then she would have power.

She had always believed marriage should have at least lust, if not love.

And she and Aegon had plenty of lust.

Her lips parted as she exhaled slowly, lost in thought.

Then—

A knock at the door.

She turned just as it creaked open, revealing him.

Aegon.

His silver hair was tousled, his tunic half-open, his expression unreadable.

But his eyes—his eyes were fixed on her, dark and knowing.

“You’re thinking about it.” His voice was low, rough.

Saerah tilted her head. “About what?”

Aegon took a step inside, shutting the chamber door’s behind him.

“The crown,” he said simply. “Being my queen.”

Saerah met his gaze, unflinching.

“Should I not?”

His lips curled, but it wasn’t quite a smile.

“Would it please you?” he asked. “To sit the throne beside me?”

Saerah considered him.

The Aegon she had met weeks ago—the man who drank himself into a stupor, who lost himself in whores and indulgence—that man had no interest in ruling.

But the man before her?

He was still reckless, still hungry for pleasure.

But he was also thinking. Calculating.

And that meant she could play the game, too.

“It would not displease me,” she said carefully.

Aegon huffed a soft laugh. “How pragmatic of you.”

He took a step closer, and she did not move away.

Instead, she lifted her chin, meeting his gaze.

“And you?” she asked. “Would it displease you to marry me?”

Aegon was silent for a moment, studying her.

Then—

“No.”

Saerah inhaled slowly, barely aware that her fingers had curled into the fabric of her gown.

He took another step, now close enough that she could smell the faint traces of wine on him, the scent of leather and dragon smoke.

“But I won’t lie to you,” he said, his voice dropping.

His fingers lifted, brushing against her wrist—soft, fleeting, testing.

“I will never be a faithful husband.”

Saerah’s breath caught.

His hand finally reached her shoulder, slipping beneath the strap of her nightgown.

“I will always hunger for more.”

Saerah shivered.

Aegon’s mouth tilted into something wicked, something dangerous.

“But if you marry me,” he said, his breath brushing against her cheek, “I will treat you as my queen.”

His hand trailed down, resting just at the dip of her waist.

“Mine.”

Saerah’s throat felt dry.

Not faithful. But hers.

She should have been offended.

She should have told him she would never accept such an insult.

But when she spoke—

Her voice was steady.

“Then let us make a bargain, Your Grace.”

Aegon’s brows lifted slightly.

“If you must have others,” she said, forcing herself to keep her breathing even as his fingers pressed against her waist, “then you will do so discreetly.”

Aegon’s lips parted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

She lifted a hand, brushing a silver strand of his hair behind his ear.

“But you will make it clear to the court—and to the realm—that I am your queen.”

She let her fingers trail down his neck, stopping just at the collar of his tunic.

“I will not be humiliated,” she whispered.

Aegon exhaled sharply, his body tensing beneath her touch.

For the first time, it seemed, she had left him speechless.

Then—

A slow, lazy smile spread across his face.

“Now that,” he murmured, “I can promise.”

His fingers tightened at her waist.

And this time, when his lips brushed hers—

Saerah did not pull away.

Aegon pulled her into a searing kiss, his hand strongly gripping her neck.

From her neck they trailed down to her breasts strongly kneading them in his calloused hand.

Drawing a strong gasps from Saerah’s mouth.

And when she felt his hand grow even bolder and beginning to trail down to her cunt by all thoughts and doubts or consequences left her head all at once.

His fingers pressed against her whiteness, with still the separation of her thin silk night gown, the fabric of it growing wetter as the friction of his hand and the fabric caused her to grow more and more aroused.

In that frenzied moment, every trace of restraint shattered.

She had known the touch of a man before, the subtle provocations of arousal, but never had she believed one could evoke such an overwhelming response. Her body heaved against him, quivering with delight.

“I now now have no doubt this is what you want”  Aegon grunted retrieving his fingers from her center.

“I warrant your fisherman never had your cunt gushing over his finger”

 Saerah gasped at his crass language but deep down it only existed her more.

As Aegon steps away from her, he takes a second to take in her form.

In the dimly lit chamber the atmosphere is charged with desire.

“Remove your gown” he states as he walked to the table in the chamber to pour himself a cup of sweet wine.

In that moment an intense staring game begins as Sarah stares back at him with hooded eyes still breathing heavily form her climax , him  returning the heavy gaze over the brim of his cup.

 He takes a pause taking her in. 

Her dark, velvety skin glows with a gentle luminescence. Silver curls cascade over her naked form, with one delicate curl teasingly brushing against the curve of her full breast grazing at her nipples, causing them to harden.

 Her bust is ample, perfectly balanced by a slender waist that flows seamlessly into full, enticing hips.

He slowly sets his cup down to reproaches her.

Without a word, he reaches out, and only the evident hardness of his cock begging to be set out of his breaches .

She meets his touch, her eyes reflecting a mix of longing and determination he takes this moment to guide her slowly to the bed.

With a gentle yet commanding movement, he sweeps her off her feet and throws her onto the bed.

“Why is it that I am bare and you remain clothed, my betrothed?” Saerah teased as she rose onto her elbows, gazing up at him.

“A query we shall solve forthwith, my queen,” he stated provoking his cock to grow harder and Saerah to grow wetter.

He proceeded to remove all of his clothes, leaving himself bear before his future queen.

Sarah also took the moment to take him in raw and completely bare.

He stood before her his body lean and muscular, the sculpted lines of his torso and arms speaking of the hours spent in the court sparring with Ser Criston and Aemond from the few times he wasn’t to drunk to get out of bed.

Yet, a soft, well-worn belly hints at nights drowned in heavy drinking—a contrast that adds a rugged charm to his otherwise chiseled form. 

His broad shoulders taper down to a defined waist.

And then Saerah’s gave dropped to the thing she had been waiting for.

 In his evident state of arousal  his girth is unmistakably ample—a potent reminder of his raw, unyielding desire, 

Causing Saerah’s things to rub together provoking evident wet stains on each.

He waits no more time and dives over her, the sheets rustling as they collide.

They share a long, passionate kiss—lips moving slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, her hands growing bold 

tracing patterns along Aegon’s chest as he deepens the kiss, both lost in the rhythm of their passion.

Aegon gradually shifts his focus again providing to trail kisses down her belly all the way to her cunt, his movements are deliberate and teasing, the atmosphere thick with the smell of desire. The son sounds of Saerah’s soft moans and gasps fill the chamber mixed with the sound of the growing night breezy moving the curtains.

Rising , Aegon positions himself properly between her legs.

“I wish to be gentle with you” Aegon states as pressed soft bites to her neck.

“But after tasting the sweet nectar of your cunt I fear I will have no self control”

“I wish for you not to be gentle with me. If you are to be my husband, I long to see you unrestrained, fully consumed by our passion.” she stated as she gazed back in his eyes.

And with a final, heated exchange of glances and kisses, he penetrates her, streaching her to a point she could not think her body could withhold. 

Each movement measured, passionate at the beginning, Aegon trying to contain himself best as possible.

But as Sarah started to fell engulfed by ecstasy, her hand scratching at his back and tenderly plying with his hair, filling his ears with the softest moans, Aegon control ceased.

He had heard many cries of pleasure from his whores in the past but none of them were as pure and honest as hers.

His movements began too become faster, folding one of her legs for a stronger grip on her body.

Gutteral grunts escaped him reassuring Saerah she was indeed pleasing his desires, a fear that had crossed her mind once.

In that moment she had no problem giving herself to him

As she started to clench around his Aegon began to falter.

“Gods, are you trying to kill me” he stated giving her another searing kiss.

In the dim glow of candlelight, Saerah and Aegon moved in a feverish rhythm, their bodies entwined in a desperate dance. 

As both their  climaxes approached, Aegon’s thrusts became erratic, each movement more uncontrolled than the last—a raw, unfiltered expression of his mounting desire, the count of Saerah’s squelching cunt filling the room. 

Saerah’s breath hitched with every powerful push, her soft moans mingling with the sound of their passion.

In that charged moment, their worlds converged: Aegon’s body trembled quckly retrieved himself from her as his release erupted,

 while Saerah, overcome with ecstasy, arched against him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Their climaxes merged into one explosive finale—a vivid testament to their unbridled lust and the raw vulnerability of surrender.

For that moment, as their desire coalesced into one, Saerah felt a powerful affirmation: the very passion that once brought her shame now crowned her as the queen she was destined to be

(Saerah’s POV)

The court was buzzing.

The moment the news broke—Aegon would wed Saerah Velaryon—the Red Keep became a hive of whispers, speculation, and scandal.

A bastard, seated beside the King?

An outsider, who had been meant to be nothing more than a ward of the court?

There were those who thought Aegon had finally lost what little sense he had. Others whispered that it was Alicent’s doing, a desperate attempt to shackle her son to a woman who might keep him in line.

But Saerah knew the truth.

Alicent had not chosen this.

Alicent had been forced to accept it.

And now, as Saerah walked through the halls of the Keep, she felt the weight of every pair of eyes on her.

Some curious, some envious, some outright hostile.

But none of them mattered.

Not when she had secured her place.

Not when Aegon had chosen her.

Or rather—had been forced to choose her.

She should have felt trapped.

Instead, she felt something far more dangerous.

She felt powerful.

The Queen Dowager had summoned her at dawn.

Saerah had known to expect anger, perhaps even a demand that she refuse the marriage herself.

Instead, she had found Alicent seated at a table, fingers steepled, gaze sharp as a blade.

“You have made quite the impression on my son,” she had said, voice calm.

Saerah had tilted her head, studying her carefully.

“Have I?”

Alicent’s lips had twitched into something almost amused.

“He is not a man who does anything he does not wish to do.”

Saerah had remained silent, waiting.

Alicent had stood then, slowly pacing, the fabric of her deep green gown whispering against the stone floor.

“I will not pretend I wanted this match,” she had said, “but neither will I deny that there may be… advantages.”

Saerah had said nothing.

“Many will despise you for what you are,” Alicent had continued. “A bastard."

Saerah’s spine had stiffened, but Alicent had only smirked.

“And yet, you have my son’s attention.”

She had stopped pacing then, turning fully to face her.

“You are clever,” she had said. “And beautiful. And you have tamed him, if only slightly, I can only guess in what way”

A pause as Saerah looked down as she blushed.

“Perhaps you are exactly what Aegon needs.”

Saerah had not flinched under the weight of her gaze.

“I will be his queen,” she had said simply.

Alicent had studied her for a long moment before finally giving a slow, measured nod.

“Yes,” she had murmured. “You will.”

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"Stormborn,Firebound"

Chapter 1: The Summons

Summary: In the heart of the Targaryen court, Saerah Velaryon, the bastard daughter of Lord Corlys, is drawn into a web of power, desire, and duty. She and Aegon II Targaryen share an undeniable pull—a battle of wills, a slow-burning temptation neither can escape.

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Pairing : Aegon Targaryen x Bastard!ValaryonReader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Swears, Incest, Eventual Smut

Notes: Hi, guys this is for all of you Aegon lovers joining my two favourite houses!

The air in King’s Landing was thick with the scent of smoke, salt, and something else—something that had clung to Saerah Velaryon’s skin since she arrived at the Red Keep. It was power. The kind that twisted through the halls, unseen but ever-present, pressing against her ribs like a lover’s hand.

She had been here only a fortnight, and already she missed the crash of the waves against Driftmark’s shores, the way the sea wind tangled in her silver hair, the quiet moments stolen beneath the docks with him —a fisherman with rough hands and a softer touch than she thought any nobleman could ever claim.

But that life was gone, tucked away like a secret she would take to her grave. A bastard she may have been, but she was still Velaryonand legitimised, and her place was now at court.

At his court.

Aegon the Usurper. Aegon the Drunk. Aegon the Dragon Cock, Aegon the Conqueror’s pale shadow.

Saerah had heard every whispered name for the new king, though none were spoken in his presence. He was a man of vices—wine, fucking, anything that numbed the weight of the crown upon his head.

And yet, despite herself, she watched him.

From across the hall at feasts, where he sprawled in his chair, golden hair falling into his sharp, half-lidded eyes, lips slick with wine and laughter. From the training yard, where he shed his royal silks for the steel of a sword, sweat glistening at the hollow of his throat as he swung at Ser Criston Cole.

She watched him because he watched her.

Not in the way men did when they wanted to own a woman, though she knew that look well. No, Aegon’s gaze lingered like a man who had yet to decide whether he wished to devour her or be rid of her entirely.

It was a dangerous thing to be wanted by a king.

So she stayed in the company of Helaena, Baela, and Rhaena, finding solace in their quiet laughter and shared glances across the chaos of court.

Married to Jacaerys Velaryon, Helaena had at least known some happiness—if such a thing could be found in the Red Keep. Jace was kind to her, and though their marriage had been one of duty, there was affection there, a quiet warmth that flickered in the rare moments they shared in public, surely more affection she would have ever been able to find with Aegon, him had been her mothers number prospect at the beginning.

But Saerah knew that love was not always a shield.

Especially when Alicent Hightower still searched for a bride for Aegon, a woman who would turn a blind eye to his indulgences and bear him sons.

Aegon, it seemed, was in no rush to wed. He had whores to fuck and wine to guzzle and a crown that sat too heavily upon his head.

And yet, Saerah could feel the heat of his gaze even now, from across the feasting table, where his fingers curled lazily around the stem of his goblet.

She did not meet his eyes.

She could not.

Not when the hunger inside her had begun to stir, unbidden and unwanted. Not when she had spent too many nights yearning for something more than whispered stories and distant longing.

She had known the touch of a man once before, had let herself be unraveled in the secrecy of the night, but the desire that coiled in her belly now was different, dampening her small clothes every night the intrigue she felt was dangerous.

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"Stormborn, Firebound"

Summary: In the heart of the Targaryen court, Saerah Velaryon, the bastard daughter of Lord Corlys, is drawn into a web of power, desire, and duty. She and Aegon II Targaryen share an undeniable pull—a battle of wills, a slow-burning temptation neither can escape.

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Chapter 5: The Edge of Ruin

Pairing : Aegon Targaryen x Bastard!Valaryon

Warnings: Swears, Incest, Eventual Smut

(Aegon’s POV)

The wine had made everything worse.

Aegon had thought it might numb this unbearable ache—this endless, maddening hunger that had been clawing at him for weeks.

But all it had done was make him reckless.

Because now he was here—in the dimly lit corridor leading to her chambers, his breath uneven, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.

He should turn around.

He should walk away before he did something he could not take back.

But Aegon Targaryen had never been a man of restraint.

And so, with fire roaring through his veins, he pushed open the door.

Saerah was alone.

She stood by the open balcony, her long silver braids gleaming in the candlelight, her thin nightgown swaying softly in the evening breeze.

She turned at the sound of the door closing, her gaze sharp—but not startled.

As if she had expected this.

Expected him.

“Aegon.” Her voice was smooth, measured. A warning.

But Aegon was past warnings.

The door locked with a soft click behind him as he strode forward, his head pounding from both the wine and the relentless ache she had left in him.

His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.

“No more games.”

Saerah lifted a brow, unfazed. “Who said I was playing?”

Aegon growled, his hands catching her waist, pulling her close—so close she could feel what she had done to him.

She inhaled sharply, her fingers twitching against his chest—but she didn’t push him away.

Not yet.

His lips brushed against the curve of her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. “I know what you want.”

Saerah stiffened, her fingers pressing against his tunic.

And then, just as quickly—she shoved him back.

Not harshly. Not angrily.

Just enough to remind him she was not some common whore to be taken at his leisure.

Aegon’s jaw ticked.

“You think I will just let you have me?” she asked, tilting her head, her voice sharp as a blade.

He exhaled heavily through his nose, running a hand through his hair.

“I think you want me,” he muttered. “And I think you’re lying to yourself if you say otherwise.”

Saerah studied him for a long moment.

Then, slowly, painfully slowly, she smiled.

“Perhaps,” she murmured.

And then she turned her back to him.

Aegon’s hands twitched at his sides.

He was losing.

She was winning.

And he would not fucking have it.

In two strides, he was behind her again, his hands sliding up her waist, fingers spreading over the curve of her hips.

Saerah let out a shaky breath, but she didn’t stop him.

His lips grazed her ear, his voice low, dangerous.

“Say it.”

She swallowed. “Say what?”

His fingers tightened on her hips.

“That you want this.”

Saerah’s breath hitched.

And for a moment, she hesitated.

Then—so softly he almost didn’t hear it—

“Yes.”

Aegon groaned, turning her swiftly, his mouth crashing against hers—desperate, unrelenting.

Saerah clawed at his shoulders, parting her lips beneath his, letting him devour her whole.

His hands slid lower, grabbing her thighs, lifting her against him—finally, finally—

And then—

The door flew open.

Aegon.”

Alicent’s voice was like a blade slicing through the air.

Saerah gasped, shoving Aegon back, her breath ragged, her cheeks flushed.

(Aegon’s POV)

The world froze.

Saerah’s breath came in shallow, uneven pants as she pulled away from him, her fingers trembling against his tunic.

Aegon’s body was still thrumming, the heat of her skin lingering on his lips, his fingers, his fucking soul—

Until his mother’s voice sliced through the haze like an executioner’s axe.

“Aegon.”

Fucking hells.

Aegon turned slowly, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he faced his mother.

Alicent Hightower stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

But her eyes—her eyes were burning.

Saerah inhaled sharply, stepping away from him completely, her body rigid, her gaze dropping to the floor.

Aegon clenched his jaw.

His mother’s silence was somehow worse than if she had screamed.

She looked at him. Then at Saerah.

Then back at him.

And when she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, but unforgiving.

“You have a choice.”

Aegon’s fingers curled into fists.

“Either you marry her.” Alicent’s voice did not waver. “Or you forget her.”

The words slammed into him like a blow.

His lips parted, his mind struggling to catch up, to make sense of the weight of what she had just said.

He glanced at Saerah, expecting her to look at him—expecting something, anything.

But she refused to meet his gaze.

Fuck.

Alicent took a slow step forward.

“You will not ruin her, Aegon,” she said, her voice carrying something dangerous beneath its calm. “She is not one of your whores. She is Velaryon blood. A noblewoman.”

Her expression hardened. “You will honor her.”

Silence.

Aegon’s throat was dry.

His rage was warring with the ache in his chest, the ache that had only worsened the closer he had gotten to Saerah, the ache that had nearly destroyed him tonight.

He opened his mouth. Then closed it.

Saerah still wouldn’t look at him.

Alicent waited.

And for the first time in his life, Aegon didn’t know what to say 

Saerah’s POV

Her hands were shaking.

She clenched them into fists, nails pressing into her palms, forcing herself to breathe.

The heat of Aegon’s touch still lingered on her skin, the ghost of his mouth still burning against hers—

And yet, all of it had vanished the moment Alicent had stepped inside.

Saerah felt exposed. Vulnerable.

Ruined.

She had told herself she wouldn’t succumb to him without more than fleeting desire. Without a promise.

And yet—she had almost let him take her.

Just like that.

Fool.

Alicent’s words hung heavy in the air.

You will marry her. Or you will forget her.

Her chest tightened.

Aegon had not responded.

He had not said a damn word.

Saerah swallowed, lifting her chin, forcing herself to move past the sting.

Alicent turned toward her then, her expression unreadable.

“There is no need for shame, child,” the Queen Dowager said, her voice softer now. “Only a choice to be made.”

Saerah’s throat ached, but she forced herself to nod.

Alicent looked at Aegon once more, waiting.

But when he still did not speak, she exhaled sharply and straightened.

“You will tell me your decision by sunrise,” she said simply.

Then she turned and walked away, leaving the door open behind her.

Silence filled the chamber.

Saerah stood stiffly, her eyes still fixed on the floor.

She could feel him looking at her.

And she hated that she wanted to look back.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard Aegon exhale sharply—a sound of frustration, of longing, of something else she did not dare name—

And then he left.

The moment the door closed behind him, Saerah collapsed into her bed, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.

What the fuck had she done?

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"Stormborn,Firebound"

Chapter 4: The Edge of Ruin

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Pairing : Aegon Targaryen x Bastard!ValaryonReader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Masturbation, Swearing, Whores mentioned,

(Saerah’s POV)

The whispers had begun.

Saerah heard them in the corridors, caught in the hush of serving girls and the sharp-edged murmurs of courtly women. They spoke her name with caution, with intrigue—with suspicion.

She was no fool.

It had been bound to happen.

Aegon had made it happen.

His lingering glances, his careful but deliberate words, the way his presence wrapped around her like a hand closing around her throat. He did not touch her, not yet—but it did not matter.

People saw.

And now—they talked.

The first confrontation came swiftly.

Queen Alicent was waiting when Saerah entered the gardens, standing beneath the shade of the myrtle trees, her hands folded neatly in front of her.

“My queen,” Saerah murmured, dipping her head.

Alicent smiled—a polite, measured thing. “Lady Saerah.” She gestured toward the bench beside her. “Sit with me.”

It was not a request.

Saerah obeyed, smoothing her skirts as she lowered herself beside the queen.

For a moment, there was only the rustling of the wind, the faint sound of birdsong. Then—

“I have noticed your closeness to my son.”

Saerah did not flinch. “I was unaware we were close.”

Alicent’s lips curved slightly. “You are clever. But not quite as clever as you think.”

Saerah exhaled slowly through her nose.

Alicent studied her, her gaze sharp, assessing. “Aegon is… difficult. He does not think before he acts. And yet, he has taken an interest in you.” A pause. “Whether for…carnal reasons or not, it is rare for him take an eye to any women who is not common.”

Saerah forced a small smile. “Should I feel honored?”

Alicent’s expression did not change. “You should feel careful.”

Saerah felt the weight of the warning settle over her like a shroud.

And yet, curiously—there was no true anger in Alicent’s tone.

Instead, there was something else.

Consideration.

As if she were weighing Saerah, measuring her.

Saerah knew what this was.

A test.

She had seen the way Alicent’s gaze lingered on her in court, the way she spoke to her with something nearing approval.

Aegon was unwed. And his mother was still looking.

Saerah inhaled, slow and steady. “I would never do anything to bring dishonor to your house, my queen.”

Alicent hummed, unconvinced. But then—“Good.” She rose, smoothing her skirts. “Do not make me regret believing that.”

And with that, she left.

Leaving Saerah with the bitter taste of realization curling in her mouth.

She found herself alone that night.

Restless.

The halls of the Keep were quiet, the moonlight cutting through the windows, silvering the stone.

And yet, sleep would not come.

She had spent the evening feeling him—Aegon’s presence haunting her, lingering at the edge of her skin.

He had touched her, briefly, too briefly.

Just the brush of his hand against the curve of her back as he passed, the whisper of his fingers against the inside of her wrist, the way his breath had fanned against her ear when he leaned too close and murmured something utterly meaningless—

—and yet, it had set her aflame.

Saerah clenched her jaw, pacing her chambers.

She should not want this.

She should not want him.

He was reckless, cruel in ways he did not even try to hide. He took without thought, lived without care, burned through everything in his path like a dragon that did not know how to land.

But she was burning, too and growing wet just at the thought.

And he had done this to her.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her nightgown, frustrated, aching.

She should have sent him away. She should have pulled from his touch, ignored his gaze, kept her distance.

She should have—

Saerah exhaled sharply, her hands pressing against the cool stone of the window ledge.

Her body knew before her mind did.

The warmth pooling at her core, the tightness in her chest, the ache between her thighs that would not abate.

She bit her lip, inhaling shakily and he hastily plunged her fingers into herself.

A shudder raked through her as she pressed against sensitive skin, the touch too light, too teasing, a mere echo of what she truly wanted his cock bringing her pleasures she had only gotten an very small taste of in her life.

Her breath hitched.

Aegon’s name sat on her tongue, silent but present, like a curse.

Her other hand curled against the stone, gripping hard, keeping her grounded even as her body betrayed her.

Not for him.

She did not stop until she was trembling, shaking apart and gushing over her own hand—the tension snapped like a bowstring loosed too far, her breath spilling from her lips in a gasping, wretched little sound.

Her knees nearly buckled.

She braced herself against the stone, her forehead pressing against the cool surface, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Fool.

She had given him this.

Without a word, without a touch, he had taken.

Saerah closed her eyes, forcing her breath to steady.

This could not happen again.

It would not happen again.

(Aegon’s POV)

It was getting worse.

At first, Aegon had thought it would pass—that this thing burning in his blood was no different from any of the fleeting desires that so often ruled him.

He had been wrong.

Because it had been days since he last touched her, and yet, she still lingered beneath his skin like an itch he could not scratch.

Every glance, every brush of movement in the halls—she was there.

And he was losing his fucking mind over it.

You look like you’re suffering, brother.”

Aegon glanced up from his goblet, finding Aemond watching him from across the table.

The younger prince was as poised as ever, his wine untouched, his expression unreadable.

Aegon smirked lazily. “And yet, I am surrounded by fine wine, finer company, and an eager cunt in my lap. Suffering is the least of my concerns.”

The woman straddling him—a flaxen-haired girl with eager hands—giggled as she nipped at his neck.

Aemond hummed, unimpressed. “If that were true, you wouldn’t be looking over my shoulder every five seconds.”

Aegon stilled.

Fucking hells.

Of course Aemond had noticed.

His little brother noticed everything.

Aegon scowled and threw back another gulp of wine, letting the girl kiss his throat as he waved a dismissive hand. “Perhaps I am simply making sure you don’t bore me to death.”

Aemond smirked. “Or perhaps you are waiting for someone.”

Aegon did not respond.

Mostly because he did not fucking know.

But the moment the doors to the feasting hall opened, his body betrayed him—his spine stiffened, his jaw clenched, his gaze darted immediately toward the entrance.

And there she was.

Saerah.

Wearing a gown of deep blue, her silver braids coiled elegantly , her skin gleaming warm beneath the candlelight and her breasts igniting the stir of his cock.

She did not look for him.

She never did.

And yet—she knew.

Knew he was watching, knew he was burning.

And like the cruel, wicked little thing she was, she simply smiled, gliding past without sparing him a single glance.

Aegon gritted his teeth.

Fucking woman.

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