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[missfaber]

hell-bent on taking you   

SELLING A GHOST! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!

If you’re here you’re somewhat interested and I’d encourage you to keep reading…

Once upon a time, Jon Snow’s band “The Detoned” found success by leaning into the macabre. Although the band’s long gone and it’s always been an act for him, Jon’s trapped in this image of a Satan-worshipping hedonist when he’s anything but. He’s just a jaded has-been rock star who’s going through life on autopilot after one too many losses.

Still, there are more benefits than downsides… although the downsides are downright annoying. Fans send him things that send shivers up his spine; real skulls, “potions” in glass bottles, and things so disturbing they get reported to the police. But none of it is real. Jon doesn’t actually worship Satan. Jon doesn’t actually believe in ghosts.

Until his assistant wins a bidding war for a haunted object and brings a malevolent spirit into Jon’s life. A ghost that won’t rest until Jon’s in the ground, too.

Enter exorcist Sansa Stark.

[missfaber]

hell-bent on taking you: CHAPTER 2  (x)

fic summary:

SELLING A GHOST! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!

If you’re here you’re somewhat interested and I’d encourage you to keep reading…

Once upon a time, Jon Snow’s band “The Detoned” found success by leaning into the macabre. Although the band’s long gone and it’s always been an act for him, Jon’s trapped in this image of a Satan-worshipping hedonist when he’s anything but. He’s just a jaded has-been rock star who’s going through life on autopilot after one too many losses.

Still, there are more benefits than downsides… although the downsides are downright annoying. Fans send him things that send shivers up his spine; real skulls, “potions” in glass bottles, and things so disturbing they get reported to the police. But none of it is real. Jon doesn’t actually worship Satan. Jon doesn’t actually believe in ghosts.

Until his assistant wins a bidding war for a haunted object and brings a malevolent spirit into Jon’s life. A ghost that won’t rest until Jon’s in the ground, too.

Enter exorcist Sansa Stark.

excerpt:

He was sitting in the rocking chair in the corner, except Jon had gotten rid of that rocking chair because it was hers. His head was lowered again, and Jon somehow found it within himself to be grateful for that as dread deadened his nerves. Morning sunshine filled the room now, and Jon couldn’t deny that he saw him, sitting in the chair that didn’t exist. The chair looked solid, but the old man didn’t, translucent and shivering at the edges in the light.

As soon as Jon noticed him he looked away, not wanting to see him. He had the crazy thought that if he kept his head down and held his breath, the old man wouldn’t notice him walking past.

Just don’t look at me. Please, don’t look straight at me.

[missfaber]

hell-bent on taking you: CHAPTER 4 (x)

{a jonsa spooktacular ghost fic for halloween}

fic summary:

SELLING A GHOST! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!

If you’re here you’re somewhat interested and I’d encourage you to keep reading…

Once upon a time, Jon Snow’s band “The Detoned” found success by leaning into the macabre. Although the band’s long gone and it’s always been an act for him, Jon’s trapped in this image of a Satan-worshipping hedonist when he’s anything but. He’s just a jaded has-been rock star who’s going through life on autopilot after one too many losses.

Still, there are more benefits than downsides… although the downsides are downright annoying. Fans send him things that send shivers up his spine; real skulls, “potions” in glass bottles, and things so disturbing they get reported to the police. But none of it is real. Jon doesn’t actually worship Satan. Jon doesn’t actually believe in ghosts.

Until his assistant wins a bidding war for a haunted object and brings a malevolent spirit into Jon’s life. A ghost that won’t rest until Jon’s in the ground, too.

Enter exorcist Sansa Stark.

excerpts:

It was the first time he touched her, excepting the rudimentary examination of the cut on her finger in his kitchen hours before. Maybe they had shaken hands a few times, years past… but Jon knew they hadn’t. He was pitifully, painfully aware of how he and Sansa had been the type to nod at each other in greeting, feet of space between them, even when he was twenty two and she was nineteen and everyone was touching everyone, no concept of adult boundaries. They had never once embraced, not even at the funeral. And Jon thought he knew why that was, why they nodded at each other over the casket when they should have held each other, why they were careful not to touch, as he grasped her chin now.

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“He did this to you,” Jon growled. His hands were fists at his sides.

Sansa’s face softened. “Then let’s get rid of him,” she said simply, smirking a bit, even now.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He already knew what she wanted him to do, what he had to do now.

[missfaber]

Ooh please update wolf circle north or hell-bent on taking you!

ahh! thank you for your input anon!

as i’ve said about wcn, i will update once i’ve refreshed on source material haha. this might end up being one of those fics that takes years to write/finish :o

and i’m working on hell-bent on taking you as we speak!!! i re-read it last week for the spooky vibes and i was like, ‘where’s the rest’??

i am once again asking— which jonsa fic should i focus on

[missfaber]

Hi Madeline!! Two things: just finished reading the start of the one night stand fic and while the one shot idea didn’t go as planned I am TRULY BLESSED that you created this storyline instead. Can’t wait for more. And TWO I also just finished reading your thanksgiving fic ‘it was a stained glass variation of the truth’ and the pure turmoil I felt when I reached that cliffhanger.....otherworldly. I anxiously await for all updates but I think that one will be taking the cake. ;)

hello my dear!!! Ahhh I’m so happy you’re pleased (◠‿◠✿)

and lmaooo welcome to the club!! the club of people waiting for me to update “stained glass” since last fucking thanksgiving!!! the crazy thing is that I have *most* of the last chapter written, it just needs a few tweaks that I haven’t been able to really get to... and especially for this fic, I want to post something as close to perfect. hey, maybe I’ll finish it up for this thanksgiving? I’m already planning to do that for last year’s Halloween fic!