game of thrones au | jon & sansa practical magic au
“Where is Joffrey Baratheon?” Jon repeated, tape deck on and in his palm.
Sansa felt the truth ready to spill out. “I think he’s in the spirit world.” She thought about the broken glass and the dying roses outside in their yard. The fact that she had woken up in a fitful start, hearing his laughter.
Jon’s brow furrowed. “You think he’s dead?”
“No. I think he’s haunting us,” Sansa said. She was grateful he didn’t laugh, still looking at her with his serious face and his more serious eyes. There was that scar by his right eyebrow shaped like a fish hook, the same exact sort of shape she’d written down in a spell years and years ago…
“Did you or your sister kill Joffrey Baratheon?” he asked again, bringing her back to the point with sharp words.
“Arya didn’t kill anybody.” It wasn’t strictly true, but Sansa would never rat out her sister, not when it was her fault.
Jon slumped back in his chair as he ran a hand over his face, looking all the wearier as he pulled back. “Arya didn’t, but you did? Huh? Did you?” His shoulders fell, and he looked at her… she wish she could name the way he looked at her. “Sansa, did you?”
“And what if I told you I did? What would you do, Jon? Send me to jail for depriving the world of a monster like Joffrey Baratheon?”
He shook his head and pushed up from the chair. It was clear he had too much energy he didn’t know what to do with, but he couldn’t seem to walk away. He turned to look at her again, but the height difference annoyed her and she stood up to meet his eyes perfectly.
“That’s not for you or me to decide how he should be punished. He has to be held accountable, it’s the right thing. The honorable thing.”
She could remember her high-pitched, pre-adolescent voice speaking him aloud, He will be just and honorable. Like a knight in a song or a fairytale, with luscious locks and…
“He has been punished,” she said, but the words were less focused now. She was stepping forward, reaching out for the planes of his face. It couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be real.
“Goddamnit,” he whispered as he clicked the recorder off and threw it on the bed. “You need a lawyer. Now, listen. If you’re in some kind of trouble, if you trust me, tell me what you know… I promise you I will do everything I can to keep you from harm’s way.”
She spread her palm out on his face, and she could see him swallow. His eyes nearly went cross as if he was following the motion of her palm, as if when he saw the motion he could understand what she was doing.
“I made you up,” she whispered, the truth now out there. If he doesn’t exist, I’ll never die of a broken heart, she had said but here Jon Snow was.
He shook his head, and then his own hand was covering hers. “I’m pretty sure I made you up.” Before the thought could register, his lips were on hers, and she was against the wall, and she was kissing her actual dream man.
This could only end badly. She didn’t care at all.
🔮✨Being a member of the Stark family carries a curse—whoever you love is doomed to die. Sansa had thought she had escaped it by dating men she didn’t care about, living her single life and avoiding magic altogether, but then her and Arya go too far after a freak accident and maybe, accidentally, conjure a dark spirit or two. As Jon Snow comes to investigate Joffrey Baratheon’s disappearance, Sansa is reminded of a true love spell she cast over a decade ago all to protect her heart… but she had thought the man she had spoken of didn’t exist, so how was Jon Snow here?
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