swoon baby, starry night

She was fine because she had faith that the universe knew what it was doing. The universe, the gods, whatever is out there, it must know that she's been dreaming of her wedding since she was a little girl. It's not just about the wedding, either, she's been dreaming of the love that comes with it. The sort of love her parents have. That's all she's ever wanted. She was fine. She could be patient, and wait for the universe to present her future husband to her at the right time. And then Arya gets engaged, and everything falls apart.

In honor of the news, I figured I should finally post my entire "Mahou Shoujo Theater 3000" series as a triptych. Huzzah!

House Rules

Jon/Sansa, Mature

Modern AU, Hockey AU, forced to be housemates, family dynamics, slow burn, mutual pining

Chapter Two

“Your Grace.” She nodded, never once taking her eyes from where Rickon was trying to squeeze the air out of Beth’s lungs with his arms. “My Lady.” Jon said back, almost a sigh. “I wish you safe travels. May the gods be with you.” “Thank you, Your Grace.” She gave him a tight lipped smile, turning her face towards him only slightly. He was already looking at her, and her traitorous body twisted in his direction, coming face to face with him. “I wish you good luck in the upcoming moons. I trust that you will continue ruling our homeland with the utmost care, as always.” “You flatter me.” He almost smiled. “These halls shall not be the same without all of you.” “It is only temporary.” Sansa said, nearly feeling guilty. Only nearly. “Yes,” Jon whispered, a curious inflection in his voice she couldn't quite understand. “it is.” They smiled at each other genuinely this once, careful and restrained smiles of strangers. It never ceased to hurt. “Farewell, Sansa.” He said, very softly. “Jon.” She courtesied, looking into his eyes for the very last time.

For the past five years, Sansa- Alayne- has worked as personal assistant to Petyr Baelish, an MP who’s risen to Leader of the Opposition, and a man who, most everyone thinks, will one day be Prime Minister.

But Jon isn’t meant to know any of that. No one at MI5 is. When Sansa Stark disappeared into Alayne Stone all those years ago, she might as well have died as far as the government was concerned. Non-official cover, it was called, but Jon hadn’t been able to resist finding her, making sure she was okay. Not enough to compromise her mission, but just…just to know.

He understood how badly NOC jobs could go.