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It's been rough ever since Hilbert's mutiny, Eiffel and Minkowski could both use some affection.
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- Part 11 of Tickletober 2024
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Lost in the Flames by Rosavalda_Freya
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
11 Apr 2025
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Jon was ‘stuck’ again, transfixed by the flames. It was a common enough occurrence now, in the days since Jon’s death and resurrection. This time he was standing in the middle of the room, arms limp by his side, face blank and hollow as he stared forward unblinking. Satin had taken to calling it ‘getting stuck’, for want of a better phrase. Jon would stop mid-step as they crossed the courtyard or falter in the middle of a sentence and simply stare, his eyes grown distant. More often than not, it was fire that caught him. The hearth, a brazier, even something as small as a flickering candle was enough for Jon to get stuck on occasion. It had happened more on the first day after his return, where every fire they passed seemed to take him. But now, four days hence, it was only the odd moment where the flames would take Jon away somewhere deep inside. Satin would come up and coax him back gently, calling his name until recognition returned to him. Stay with me, Satin would remind him, stay here with me, and Jon would nod as his gaze sharpened again.
(Jon Snow has risen from the dead. Satin does his best to comfort him and bring him back to himself slowly and gently, but what comfort can he hope to bring to a dead man?)
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- Part 8 of A Slow Burning Fire, Tended With Care
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Yours to Command by Rosavalda_Freya
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
14 Apr 2025
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The tired resignation in his voice clenched at Satin’s chest and he felt the hairs on is arms and the back of his neck begin to stand up. This was not an impulse decision Jon had made. This was something he had been considering, weighing, and deciding on for some time, Satin could sense it. “No. No, Jon. You can’t mean this.”
“Satin, I ride to war.”
“Yes,” Satin said shakily, reaching to touch Jon’s shoulder softly, sweetly, anything to get him to change his mind. “And I at your side. I am your steward and your squire.”
Jon rose from the bed, tossing the furs off them both and brushing off Satin’s hand from his shoulder. Satin shivered as the cold rushed in to wrap around him, his eyes following Jon as he moved through the solar.
“You should go to Eastwatch.”
(Tomorrow, Jon and all the men he has gathered begin the march to retake Winterfell and save Arya. But before that, Jon is worried that maybe Satin would be safer elsewhere. Satin is worried about who would take care of Jon if not him)
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- Part 9 of A Slow Burning Fire, Tended With Care
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Irrefutable Proof by Rosavalda_Freya
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
21 Apr 2025
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Satin was aching too, gods was he ever, but in the weeks since they left Castle Black that had become the norm. His thighs throbbed and cramped from the day’s ride. And the day before’s and the day before that’s also. A dull persistent ache had settled in his chest too, and it followed him throughout the day. Quickly, he had fallen into a new routine. Ready to march at dawn, don’t think about Jon lying dead in a pool of his own blood, mount up on his horse, travel south for hours until it was time to stop, don’t remember how cold he was under your hands as you stitched his wounds closed, dismount and try to mask the pulsing pain in his body, help set up camp, serve supper, don’t think of how the water you washed him with ran red with blood, attend Jon at war councils and meetings, run various errands, don’t think about his lips under yours cold as ice and unmoving, massage Jon's leg, then pass out beside him heavy like steel to do it all again the next day.
(Jon and Satin begin the march to retake Winterfell and settle into a new normal. But Satin can only outrun his own emotions for so long, no matter how hard he tries to push them away and focus just on Jon)
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- Part 10 of A Slow Burning Fire, Tended With Care