#jonsatin

Part 2 of Hearth Keeper Chronicles Summary:

A Prequel to Hearth Keeper

This is a dream, he told himself, a horrible, terrible dream, from listening to too many reminiscing lords and fretting maesters. What else could it be? He tried to wake himself, squeezing his eyes shut and taking his shivering fingers to the skin of his forearm to squeeze with all his might. When he opened his eyes again, there was no dim candlelit chamber, no breeze off the Sunset Sea, no scratchy blanket. There was only the harsh, sharp wind hitting him in the face and stinging his skin far worse than the pinching ever could. Nothing worked. No matter how hard he pinched, how much he shivered, how many times he blinked, he was still here. Wherever ‘here’ was.

Ahahahah!!!! Honestly this is TOO accurate!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/71269551/chapters/238183101

Part 42 of A Slow Burning Fire, Tended With Care

Satin hated it. He hated watching the groomsman adjust Jon’s cloak across the stallion’s rump. Hated watching Lord Royce and a dozen other men saddle up beside him, hated listening to the hustling and bustling of Winterfell as the king’s entourage, Ghost, and men-at-arms readied to depart. He hated the wailing cries and foot-stomping of Rickon and the quiet, disguised sniffles of Arya, and the gentle farewells of Sansa. He hated the creaking of the wagon loaded up with a wood and iron covered crate hiding its ominous cargo and the cawing of spooked crows and the uneasy nickering of horses. He hated the shouted farewells and the well wishes from the castle’s servants and nobility alike, the waving of handkerchiefs, and the way Jon raised a hand to them in thanks. He hated all of it. He hated it because he was not a part of it.

All of Winterfell seemed to have gathered to watch their king and his men depart for Dragonstone. It was not too large of a party who was to be heading south. Two sailing ships’ worth. The king, a handful of lords, men-at-arms, and advisors. Satin, to his dismay, was not one of them.

Being alone in Ramsay's flat, Myranda can indulge in things she only ever saw on sitcoms, reality shows and on social media as a kid. Luxurious baths, real satin sheets, coffee made from freshly ground beans.

Just the fact that it's normal for a lot of people to have fully furnished rooms they rarely even use, is still weird to her. The cleaning staff was a shock, despite her own line of work. It was awkward to walk out of Ramsay's bedroom in the morning to pee, only to find an old little lady in house uniform, dusting and polishing all the glass surfaces until they shone.

Received this adorable JonSatin KoFi request from the lovely lucenyaris on Twitter 💝

It’s probably one of the cutest comms I’ve ever gotten 🥹 Jon trying to act nonchalant but his blush giving him away, and then Satin’s face is just cuteness overload! 😭💖