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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  

  • Mature
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • M/M
  • Complete Work

  12 Apr 2025

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  • Satin of the Night's Watch/Jon Snow
  • Jon Snow
  • Satin of the Night's Watch (A Song of Ice and Fire)
  • POV Satin
  • Post ADWD
  • post mutiny
  • Pining
  • Mutual Pining
  • the yearning
  • Slow Burn
  • post-resurrection
  • truly staggering levels of devotion
  • Angst
  • Hurt/Comfort
  • Emotional Hurt/Comfort
  • Angst and Hurt/Comfort
  • Dealing with the fallout of the mutiny and coming back from literal death
  • you ain't normal after that
  • Literal Sleeping Together
  • Pre-Relationship
  • Pre-Slash
  • but its getting pretty hard for either to deny there aint something goin on
  • Tending Wounds
  • Sharing a Bed
  • Unresolved Romantic Tension
  • Unresolved Emotional Tension
  • Still not resolving it
  • Using Melisandre as a plot device and then getting rid of her so I don't have to factor her in later lmao
  • Canon-Typical Violence

  Summary

  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?)

  Series

  • Part 8 of A Slow Burning Fire, Tended With Care

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