milyavild



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 65

    Tags
    Summary

    In which the Trial of Seven is interrupted before it even begins when a Blackfyre attack breaks out at Ashford Meadow. Dunk and Aerion get caught in the middle.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    46,369
    Chapters:
    4/5
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    70
    Kudos:
    307
    Bookmarks:
    65
    Hits:
    4,267

    10 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Summary

    Satin felt the Lord Commander’s eyes following him as he worked. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, a man’s eyes on him. But it always felt different when Jon watched him. His eyes did not leer or ogle him with greedy heat. They simply watched. There was something inscrutable to those grey eyes – an intensity that was not hunger, a warmth that was not heat, an aloofness that was not cold. In the eyes of men Satin could read much; he knew in them lust, desire, anger, repulsion. But he could not read Jon Snow. It infuriated him. It intrigued him. It made him deeply, viscerally, uncomfortable.

    (A continuation of ASOIAF, told from Satin’s POV. Starting mid-ADWD and moving beyond. A JonSatin centric tale of love, duty, and devotion. Welcome to a very, very slow burn as they dance around each other, push and pull, offer and resist, and become far more to one another than they ever expected)

    (Updates every other Monday!)

    Words:
    381,883
    Works:
    39
    Bookmarks:
    251

    22 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 9

    Words:
    97,979
    Works:
    2
    Bookmarks:
    9

    08 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 83

    Tags
    Summary

    The northern maesters assured them it would be but a brief and mild winter.

    But still the dreams persisted.

    *

    In which winter comes to Summerhall, and so does Dunk.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    68,748
    Chapters:
    9/14
    Comments:
    360
    Kudos:
    315
    Bookmarks:
    83
    Hits:
    6,594

    01 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “But I do not want to be a third squire! I want to be the only one.”

    Baelor closed his eyes for a moment, striving not to let irritation rise at such stubbornness. To his misfortune, most of his children had taken after their mother’s temper. And to his greater misfortune still, Baelor adored that difficult nature in the omega, and had done more than anyone when it came to spoiling his brother-wife rotten. Now he paid for his sins, seeing near all the pups born with much the same spirit. But Baelor could hardly blame Aegon.

    In truth, it was unjust. They had promised something, let him dream of it, and then never conceded him the thing he desired most. He would gladly have granted the boy his wish, yet where was he to find a knight without a squire that happened to be fancy enough for his son's liking?

    At Winterfell for a Stark wedding, Prince Baelor hopes for a quiet visit with his mate Maekar and their unruly brood. But when he has to face the lists for the first time in years, he sees how, even beneath the frost, the fire inside his omega has never gone out.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    12,855
    Chapters:
    2/5
    Comments:
    98
    Kudos:
    606
    Bookmarks:
    117
    Hits:
    8,358

    27 Apr 2026