#Petyr Baelish One Shot

[fandom-puff]

Ooo! Game of Thrones smut promt #10 "think I like you better on your knees" for Petyr Baelish. Please and thank you!

Thank you for this req! I haven’t written Baelish in a while, so I hope you enjoy :))

Virtue

Pairing: Petyr Baelish x fem!reader

Warnings: marital argument, reference to locker-room type banter, a spank, degradation, reference to prostitution, brief fingering

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You glared across the room at the Master of Coin, your body thrumming with absolute fury.

“Call me a whore again, Baelish, and you and Varys will have something in common,” you hissed.

But Baelish only continued to smirk, your threat of castration flying over his head. “My Lady,” he said smoothly, walking around to your side of the bed, his arms opening as though he expected you to swoon and fall into them. Many moons ago, you would have, and gladly. You would have simpered about how clever he was, how glad you were to call yourself Lady Baelish. But for now, your eyes flashed with rage and you stood stock still, stubbornly refusing to go to him. “It was a joke, nothing more,” he said gently.

You scoffed. “A joke?” You said sharply, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. You had overheard Baelish making bawdy remarks about your intimate life with Tyrion Lannister and Varys. “Dishonouring one’s wife, Baelish, is not a joke,”

At this, Baelish laughed at you. You huffed and rolled your eyes. “It is dishonouring to praise my lady wife?” He questioned, stepping closer, his smirk growing when you did not move to step away from him and his smooth talking.

“I-it… it calls into question my virtue,” you stammered, practically melting under his gaze as he stared you down. “Especially when I am compared to the… women you employ,”

Petyr cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone. “Oh, sweetling,” he cooed, before his hand wound around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked you close. He leant down, murmuring in your ear. “Even before I sullied your maidenhead, you were better than any of the whores in my employ,”

As his breath skittered over the shell of your ear you whimpered, your hands planting against his chest.

“There,” he said, whisper quiet. “Much better, wife,” his teeth grazed against your pulse point as he began to tug at your skirts, reaching between your thighs to your sopping heat. “As you should be… pliant and ready for your husband’s cock, eager to be his whore,” you groaned as he withdrew his hand and pulled away from you. “Look at you,” he said, an edge of condescension prickling his voice. “Panting and wet, just begging to be fucked, virtue be damned,” his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Undress and get on the bed, sweetling, I so love to see you spread out for me,”

He admired your figure as you stripped, unable to resist a sharp smack to your arse that had you gasping. “Although I must admit,” he mused aloud, undressing torturously slowly in comparison to your quick stripping. “I much prefer the sight of you on your knees…”

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#petyr baelish smut #petyr baelish x reader #petyr baelish #petyr littlefinger baelish #Petyr Baelish x you #game of thrones #game of thrones one shot #game of thrones smut #aiden gillen

[aidansplaguewind]

Petyr Baelish in Game of Thrones, S3E05 | Kissed by Fire

#aidan gillen #petyr baelish #game of thrones #littlefinger #kissed by fire #he so cute in that first one #i giffed this scene just for that shot #my gifs #mine

[bohemian-nights]

They even gave Aegon SIDEBURNS😭 Did he grow them overnight? Wasn't the coronation only a couple days ago? Why is his hair longer? The showrunners don't care, they just made the characters change their looks, Alicent has much longer hair than in episode 9, Damon and Aegon's hair looks longer, Aemond's looks shorter, Jace is going to have curls, Rhaenys changed her hairstyle of 30 years suddenly. They obviously styled Aegon as a villain, people are saying he is giving young Aerys II vibes lol. Aemond is framed as a villain too with that Petyr Baelish style shot where he looks at the throne, and of course the lightning goes together with his villainous aesthetics. It's just such a big contrast to everyone on Team Black. And the costuming is uninspired, Aegon and Aemond are wearing the same plain designs they had in the first season, only with some embroidery.

Aemond giving his hair a little trim makes sense(he did it cause Daddy Criston cut his hair). Maybe Weak Boy #1 stopped using a flat iron. Rhaenys saw the others and was like say no more I’m going to change too. Aegon, Daemon, and Alicent used a some magical growth serum.

Honestly I’ve accepted that the hair is just gonna hair on this show(and most of it just looks ugly) and how else are we going to know who is bad or who is good unless one team looks visually worse.

#bnasks #bnask #anti hotd

[aegor-bamfsteel]

I really don’t mind Alicent mourning Viserys in the show. Even thought it made sense, I liked how she reacted. It reminded me of my grandmother and her sisters. Their mother was horribly abusive (not gonna mention some of the stuff she did, it turns my stomach) yet all three cried when she died/at the funeral. It always made sense to me

If you found emotional resonance in that scene of Alicent mourning her abuser, I’m not going to tell you you’re wrong (nor could I; your reactions are your own. I’m sorry your grandmother and her family had to go through that.). I just disagree, because it’s so one-sided and out of nowhere to me.

GOT Season 7 had a more balanced take on a woman “mourning” a man who abused her, when Sansa Stark had some moments of reflection by with Arya after the execution of Petyr Baelish.

Baelish was involved in her father’s death, molested her, sold her to be married to the horrific Ramsay Bolton, tried to isolate her from her siblings…yet despite all that, she wasn’t happy when he died. She told Arya, “It’s strange…in his own horrible way, I think he loved me” while acknowledging with Arya’s prompting, that she was right to sentence him to death as the Lady of Winterfell. She acknowledges that Baelish’s “love” for her was messed up, and that she needs to put her whole faith in the Starks, who love her unconditionally. And this is Season 7, acknowledged as one of the weakest seasons of the series (contrast Season 8 Sansa, who drew criticism for essentially telling Sandor that the abuse she faced made her stronger “I would’ve remained a little bird all my life”).

By contrast, Alicent mourning Viserys:

There’s no dialogue. Alicent watches at the window as the Silent Sisters wrap up desiccated mummy husband, she takes the crown and puts it on his chest, sniffling and crying as she does so. There’s no acknowledgment of the hell he put her through, forcibly wedding her at 15, the marital rape, constant belittlement, refusing to stand up for her and her kids in the face of D&R, almost waiting for her to be implicated in high treason, essentially telling her he views her as a replacement for Aemma. She doesn’t have any of her kids to play off of, as Sansa had Arya; her sons at least either don’t care or even seem amused that Viserys died, and they might be able to bring some balance to her grief. There’s no evidence in the scene that she’s sad for other reasons than Viserys dying, such as an inevitability of war/possible destruction of her family (quickly accomplished by a shot of her looking out the window at idk Helaena and kids playing in the courtyard). Sure, she’s mourning a man who abused her, but there’s no acknowledgment of that abuse, instead playing it off as the death of some great king, which…no.

When S7 of GOT has more nuance put into addressing the trauma of sexual abuse victims than HOTD, it’s time to do some rewrites.

#anti hotd #got #anti targaryen #alicent hightower #ask

[greenhikingboots]

More of an Effort - a Jonsa ficlet

As Sansa sat next to her husband, the new King in the North, she rubbed the palm of one hand with the thumb of the other, a haphazard attempt to soothe her fears. Her mind raced with words she needed to say, words she knew Jon would not be happy to hear. Though they agreed to marry shortly after reuniting at Castle Black, they had agreed on little else since. Why would tonight be any different?

He’s a brute, Sansa thought. Whenever his advisors asked him questions, he responded with little more than grunts and two word sentences, and when he trained for battle his eyes gleamed with unadulterated rage. And he thinks I’m a child, her bitter thoughts piled on. But I’m not a child. Not anymore.  How could Jon see her otherwise, though, given their shared past? They had not been close as children, at least not as close as she had been with Robb, or Bran, or Rickon, or as he had been with Arya. But they were raised to believe they were half-siblings, and that complicated their marriage now. They knew it would, of course — Sansa, and Jon, and everyone at Castle Black knew it would. Howland Reed most of all, and yet he insisted they marry for the sake of the North. “Some of the Houses will refuse to support Jon,” he’d said, “given he’s — he’s —” “A Targaryen,” Sansa spat, still struggling to believe it. “— given he’s Ned’s nephew, not his son,” Howland amended. “And some won’t want to support you either, Lady Sansa, given you married a Lannister.” “But I’ve told you already! Our marriage was never consummated. Even the ladies at court, they whispered — and — and I’m sure — Well, my mother always said there are no secrets in a castle, so I suspect —” Howland held up his hands as if surrendering. Or, perhaps he held up his hands to entice Sansa to surrender. She fell silent, and he continued. “That’s part of my point, my dear. You’re free to marry again. Now, as I said earlier, if you marry Jon the North won’t squabble over which of you has the better claim. And wouldn’t that be nice, no more squabbling?” Sansa started to rise from her chair, intending to move closer to the fire in Jon’s chambers as she thought it over, but just as she did, he chortled. She sat back down and whipped her head to the side to stare at him. “What’s so funny?” she demanded to know. Jon dragged his hand over his beard. “I don’t know,” he said. “Nothing. Everything. You being here. Howland using the word squabble.” He turned to Howland. “Don’t say squabble when you mean war.” It was the most Jon had spoken since Sansa’s arrival at Castle Balck the day before. She whipped her head back around, this time to see if Howland found that as perplexing as she did. “Jon’s had a difficult few days. Be patient with him,” Howland said. It was true. Jon had been murdered, brought back to life, told Robb had legitimized him — which made him next in line for the Northern crown — and then told the truth about his parents, about Lyanna and Rhaega’s secret wedding and how Petyr Baelish had stolen scrolls from the Citadel which proved it had happened. “When it suits him, Littlefinger will find a way to use that information to his advantage,” Howland had said. “Best that we take action to get ahead of him.” It was enough to make anyone’s head spin, Sansa knew, but she wasn’t feeling particularly sympathetic. “I’ve had a difficult few days as well,” she muttered, thinking of her and Howland’s journey from the Vale to the Wall. “But you don’t hear me laughing at inappropriate times,” she added a moment, a little louder. Jon shot her a nasty look before turning his attention back to Howland. “You truly believe this is necessary?” he asked. “Even more so since hearing your Wildlings talk about the horrors beyond the Wall. If we’re to have any chance of surviving the white walkers, the North must be united under House Stark.” Jon leaned forward in his chair. “House Stark? I’ll take her name, then?” Her name. Not Sansa’s name. And he didn’t even glance or nod in her direction when he said it. Sansa crossed her arms over her chest, her mood souring. Meanwhile, Howland grinned as if that part of the plan should have been obvious, as if a man — a king — taking his wife’s name wasn’t the most ridiculous thing any of them had ever heard of. Well, the most ridiculous thing right after resurrections and white walkers. Jon dragged his hand over his beard once more. There was a look in his eyes now that told Sansa everything she needed to know. His decision had been made. More than the crown, more than the authority to lead an army, he wanted to be a Stark. He’d always wanted to be a Stark. “You’d never have to leave Winterfell again,” Jon said, still not giving Sansa as much as a glance. “You’d never have to marry someone like Joffrey Baratheon or Harry Hardying —” “I’d have to give you an heir.” Jon deflated, and Sansa nearly let out a mirthless laugh. Okay, an inappropriate laugh. Had he really not thought of that on his own? “You could take your time with that part,” Howland offered. “No need to rush. The Northerners — they’ll understand.” “They’ll ridicule us,” Sansa protested. Finally, Jon’s eyes met hers. “Better to be ridiculed than dead,” he said quietly. And so they married. The ceremony took place near a heart tree beyond the Wall, the very same, Jon told her, where he’d once said his vows for the Night’s Watch. Take no wife, hold no lands, father no children — the irony was not lost on them. As they rode out, Sansa’s stomach was full of knots. And yet, when she draped a cloak over Jon’s shoulders rather than the other way around, and when she saw his cheeks flush in response, those knots turned to butterflies. She smiled at him. He smiled back at her. And then Howland hugged them both, and she remembered what it was like to feel hopeful. “Something’s troubling you.” Jon’s words cut through Sansa’s memories and made her jump in her seat at the head table of the Great Hall. “Oh, yes, I — I suppose that’s true,” she said. “How did you know, Your Grace?” Jon winced. “Sansa, I’ve told you. You don’t —” “Have to call you that? I think I do. Here in front of the lords and ladies, at least, I do. Otherwise I might slip up and challenge you in front of them, as I do in front of your advisors, and then where would we be?” Jon allowed a hesitant smile, the first one Sansa had seen from him in weeks — perhaps since their wedding ceremony, she realized. Afterwards, they had traveled the North in search of allies and then, just yesterday, they’d finally retaken Winterfell. At Sansa’s suggestion, Jon had let poor Jeyne Poole choose the manner of Ramsay Bolton’s execution, and the two friends had smiled at each other when she said Ramsay should be fed to his dogs. But not Jon. He’d remained as solemn as ever. Until now, apparently, at the celebration feast where his wife has insisted on referring to him by his title rather than his — well, not his given name. His given name had been Aemon Targaryn, Howland told them. But Jon had insisted on remaining Jon. Jon Stark. “Since when do you admit to challenging me?” he asked. “I thought you held that you were advising me, same as the others.” As he said this, Jon sounded almost — almost — playful. Sansa thought of teasing him about it, of asking how many cups of wine it had taken to lift his spirits. But before the question could slip through her lips, she thought better of it. She did not want to lose track of the racing thoughts that had her rubbing her palm a minute ago. They were overdue for an important conversation. Now that Winterfell was theirs, there was really no reason to continue putting it off. Sansa inhaled deeply, readying herself, and then leaned closer to Jon. “Howland suggested we make more of an effort,” she said. “Not — not necessarily — well, you know. Not necessarily do the deed. But make more of an effort.” Jon smiled in earnest, and it made Sansa’s stomach flip. What had gotten into her? What had gotten into him?  “Yes, I remember Howland saying that,” he replied. “I was there.” “Then you agree? You’ll visit me in my chambers after the feast?” Jon’s smile faltered. “Tonight?” he asked, glancing away. “We don’t need to touch,” Sansa rushed to clarify. “I’m sure you’re still exhausted from yesterday’s fight anyway. But we do need to learn to be comfortable sharing a bed and talking about something other than battle plans or grain supplies.” “Sharinng a bed,” Jon echoed. “And talking. Just talking,” Sansa emphasized. And so they did. That night, for the first time, they shared a bed as husband and wife, and they talked for hours — about family, and regret, and unexpected lessons, and healing, and courage, and love. Yes, love. And as Sansa fell asleep, her hand covering Jon’s, she knew it wouldn’t be long before they were doing more than talking about it. [This is only on Tumblr for now. I may eventually turn it into a longer one-shot and put it on AO3, but probably not before finishing my multi chapter WIP. So not anytime soon. Also, if you recently saw me nervously ask if anyone was interested in co-authoring a fic, this is the one I was talking about.]

#jonsa #Jon x Sansa #jonsa ficlet #jonsa fanfiction #sansa cloaks jon #jon is aemon not aegon #political marriage #alternative title: #better to be ridiculed than dead

[rise-my-angel]

ok I love your blog bc I love your opinions on the show/ books. As someone who ONLY watched the show and knows a little lore from the books, why are jonsas so crazy???? as far as I’m concerned Jon didn’t really think about Sansa (apart from some worry of her and Arya being in kings landing) until she showed up to castle black and then his happiness at that was because he was like shit I have a little piece of family back. I did not infer that to be romantic at all???? Where are they finding all this supposed subtext of them loving each other? 🤮 she also betrayed him by telling his secret that literally could’ve gotten him killed. How is that “love”

Its even funnier because Sansa in the books has never left the Vale since arriving. She is nowhere NEAR Jons story. Also they basically NEVER think about each other.

Like, Jon only ever thinks of her in terms of "my sisters" when hes lumping both her and Arya in together.

Sansa at first only ever thought about him in a derogatory way, because she was very classist about having a bastard brother and hardly respected him at all. Like wishing Arya was a bastard too so she wouldn't be obligated to care about her as much.

In the books currently she is in disguse as Petyr Baelish's bastard daughter, and only when anothet character talks down to her for being a bastard in the exact way Jons faced his whole life only then did she briefly go "why is he being mean is it cua he thinks I'm a bastard i hate that" without the self awareness that she treated Jon worse then that.

Also, Arya is said to look extremely similar to Jon, and Sansa who looks very Tully, constantly insults Aryas appearance and calling her "so ugly only Hodor would marry her". So what does that tell you what Sansa likely thinks of what Jon looks? Well she thinks Aryas ugly and even comments Arya looks just like Jon ergo she clearly thinks Jon is ugly. (Which is funny considering how many Northerners all say Jon is pretty and handsome).

Basically their interactions in the books is almost non existent, because despite Jon loving all his siblings he was always looked down on by Sansa because he isna bastard. They have no connection what so ever.

I mean in the show before season 6, they're only even in the same FRAME in the shots where all the Starks are lined up to receive the Kings Company and never again.

Their dynamic in season 6 is entirely show fabricated is based on literally nothing. Not from the show or the books. They literally just put Sansa with Jon because they wanted Sansa to be more of a main character and so its easier to do that if shes in Jons story since he is basically the shows protagonist at that point.

But Jonsas are fucking nuts. They point to the most batshit of claims to proove its real and when you look at their so called "evidence" its just a drunk hampster drooling in the floor. There is nothing.

They literally one passed around A LINE FROM A FANFICTION and pretended it was a book quote to justify their ship. They literally have to lie and pretend fanfiction lines are canon to the books thats how much they have to stretch their delusional ship to even remotely make it make sense.

But it doesn't. Cus Jon isn't into incest. So there is no relationship. Also Sansa in the show is nice to him for like 1 episode and then she repeatedly is hostile, argues, shits on him and breaks his trust repeatedly.

I hate pretty much all Jon ships because none of them respect Jon as a character, they just use him as arm candy to make the female look better. But jonsas are a toxic ass breed of shippers.

They genuinely will argue that every single Jon scene ia secretly about Sansa. Meanwhile they never argue every Sansa scene is about Jon.

Because Jon isn't the character they care about in that ship its ONLY Sansa.

It....I could go on for fucking ever.

I hate Jonerys, Jonrya and Jongritte stans. But I hate none of them more then I hate Jonsas. They clog up so much of Jon discussion spaces with their fucking delusional incest fanfiction.

#im coming off as mean but you have to know if your a jonsa that your sub fandom engages in horribly toxic behavior you have to know that #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #jon snow #anti jonsa #anti sansa stans #anti jonerys #anti jonrya #anti jongritte #just so you other shippers don't get any ideas this post is pro your disgusting toxic ship either #it isnt your ship is also fucking gross

[hades-burner-phone]

I've just about written a 3000+ word one-shot about Petyr Baelish and an injured reader and I have no one to read it—good lord someone help me because I haven't been able to get this man out of my mind

#petyr baelish #petyr littlefinger baelish #petyr baelish x reader #game of thrones #this man still has a chokehold on me #i can't get him out of my head #what ever am i supposed to do now

[mkstrigidae]

WIP Game

Thank you @cellsshapedlikestars for tagging me!!! This has made me realize how many ridiculous things I have floating around in my fanfic writing folder and hopefully doing this will help jog my brain into writing mode because hoooooo boy has it not wanted to be there.

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

(Also I have a system I use where I save writing files with the original work title abbreviated, then the pairing name if clarification is needed, before the working title of fic so I just kept that in for clarity's sake- like this is not an exaggeration this is genuinely how I have to keep things organized to prevent complete digital anarchy on my laptop)

ACOTAR- Nesta Death Magic

ASOIAF/LOTR- Sansa Drops into Middle Earth

ASOIAF-Jonsa- Demon Librarian AU

ASOIAF- Drunk Shenanigans/Herpetology AU

ASOIAF-Jonsa- East of the Sun and West of the Moon

ASOIAF-Jonsa- Fae AU's

ASOIAF- Sansaery- Growing Strong

ASOIAF- Jonsa- Ice Planet Barbarians AU

ASOIAF- I'm not dead yet

ASOIAF-Jonsa- 24 hr Diner/Mob AU

ASOIAF-Jonsa Mermaid AU

ASOIAF-Jonsa- New Star Wars AU

ASOIAF-Jonsa- Nuclear Winter Wonderland AU

ASOIAF- Pacific Rim AU (Maelstrom Series)

ASOIAF- Jonsa Plague AU

ASOIAF- POTC AU

ASOIAF- Reincarnation AU

ASOIAF- Jonsa Roommates AU

ASOIAF/HMC- Sansa as Howl and Willas as Sophie

ASOIAF- Santa Clarita Diet AU

ASOIAF- Jonsa Soulmate Oneshot (Surgeon/Bodyguard)

ASOIAF- Star Wars AU (Luminous Beings)

ASOIAF- Jonsa- The one where Jon dies (but not at the end)

ASOIAF- Jonsa Titanic AU

ASOIAF- Jonsa Wolf Shifter AU

ATLA- Katara Character Study

FMA- Royai Howl's Moving Castle

Fringe- Hogwarts AU

HP- Dramione- Hermione obliviates her parents before fifth year AU

HP- Hermione and Luna

Labyrinth- Jareth Vanishes and Sarah Returns

MCU- DarcyNat- New girl in town

Naruto- Criminal minds AU

Star Wars- The Blacklist AU

Extra Treat below the cut if you aren't completely bored:

The names of all my APWH specific WIP files (They're organized into arcs rather than chapters- Mild spoilers possibly) (I swear to god I'm not making any of these up)

APWH- CH 17-18-19 Draft

APWH- Aftermath/Finale

APWH- Ages/Time Zone/location Reference Points

APWH- Baelish Defense

APWH Bits and Pieces

APWH- C10H8N2O6 Notes

APWH- Ending Bonanza- Get WRECKED Petyr

APWH- Lysa's Prequel

APWH- Drunken meeting AU

APWH- Bits and pieces- Ch 16 onward

APWH- Ch ?- Shit hits the fan

APWH- Ch 16 New Draft

APWH- O & D's Current Case Notes/Investigation into Alys' Disappearance

APWH- Sansa goes back to school

APWH- Sansa Talks to the Media?

APWH- Sansa's summer tour

APWH- the Lakehouse (theoretically)

APWH- The Trial

I'll tag @rabidbehemoth, @mouseymightymarvellous, @woodswit, and anyone else who wants to give this a shot!

#ask memes #wip game #my writing process

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Multifandom [One - Shots]

Multifandom [One - Shots] https://ift.tt/Njato1T by Rumanvoice Several One-Shots from different fandoms. (some Smut from time to time) You can use the writings you want without problems :D Words: 117, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: True Detective, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), Xena: Warrior Princess, Fright Night (2011), Fright Night (1985), Tron (Movies), Bleach (Anime & Manga), The Gentlemen (2019), Serenity (2019), Supernatural (TV 2005), Frailty (2001), Magic Mike (Movies), The Boys (TV 2019), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Dark Tower (2017), KING Stephen - Works, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Carrie - All Media Types, Blitz (2011), Game of Thrones (TV), Avatar (Cameron Movies), Loki (TV 2021), Fractured (2019), The Maze Runner (Movies), Blade Runner (Movies), Zoolander (Movies), Top Gun (Movies), Interview With the Vampire (Movie 1994), Minority Report (2002), Interstellar (2014), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Banshee (TV), Top Secret! (1984) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: you know... Too many characters to put them all here... Relationships: Petyr Baelish/Ned Stark, Loki (Marvel)/Walter Padick, Thor (Marvel)/Roland Deschain, Sam Winchester/Adam Meiks, Dean Winchester/Castiel (Supernatural), Jerry Dandrige/Lestat de Lioncourt, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Lestat de Lioncourt, John Anderton/Danny Witwer, Jake Sully/Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite, Amelia Brand/Joseph Cooper, Mickey Knox/Vilmer Slaughter, And an endless number of more couples... Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Smut via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/OtVRd2e May 07, 2023 at 09:08AM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' #Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 20 EDDARD IV (pages 184-196)

Ned arrives at King's Landing, and after a meeting with the people actually running the country, he joins his wife on the misinformation highway.

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The chamber was richly furnished. Myrish carpets covered the floor instead of rushes, and in one corner a hundred fabulous beasts cavorted in bright paint on a carved screen from the Summer Isles.

I feel like it says something about how little sleep I've been getting, that my first mental reaction to this was "Pokemon. I hope a production crew is brave enough to have a pokemon screen on this set some day. I don't care if parody I need it!"

Also probably says something about my fandom preferences.

"Though much better dressed," Littlefinger quipped. "Lord Renly spends more on his clothing than half the ladies at court." ... "There are worse crimes," Renly said with a laugh. "The way you dress, for one."

BUUUURN! Prince Renly Baratheon said Petyr Baelish commits fashion crimes* pass it on! ... do you think this is 'subtle' foreshadowing that Renly's gay?

GRRM: quick brain, what's a well-known gay man trait to let the audience know Renly's gay? 'well-dressed fashionista' of course! That's it!

*Not to be confused with his financial crimes, but we'll get to that later.

His maester's collar was no simple metal choker such as Luwin wore, but two dozen heavy chains wound together into a ponderous metal necklace that covered him from throat to breast. The links forged were of every metal known to man: black iron and red gold, bright copper and dull lead, steel and tin and pale silver, brass and bronze and platinum. Garnets and amethysts and black pearls adorned the metalwork, and her and there and emerald or ruby.

So, I know that the metals the chains are made from all represent a mastery in a field of study (iirc Luwin has one link of Valyrian Steel to indicate he studied the deeper magics or something?) but what do the stone represent? Just that Pycell is a fancy bitch now, one of the rich elite and no mere scholar serving at his post?

And I do want to go back to the word choices for describing this signal of occupation, because you'll notice the multiple words used to describe it: collar, choker, chains, necklace a progression from something that indicates service or servitude, to something that indicates (and is in reality) decoration. Rolling that back around to Ned's prior chapter where he only said 'chain.'

When at last he reached the bottom, a narrow, muddy trail along the water's edge, Littlefinger was lazing against a rock and eat an apple.

In order to look like even more of an asshole. ...wait, is that still a meme?

Oh, and there's the brothel.

He was dressed in brown rough-spun, and the soft flesh under his chin wobbled as he ran.

... Hey, do you think, if I started a drinking game for this read through, the only thing that would save my life would be that I'm only reading a chapter a day?

(This is a joke I don't drink alcohol. I could do soda shots though. Every time an article of clothing is 'rough-spun,' every time a moment happens that D&D made worse by adding sex and/or violence)

"You would be the last man I would willingly include in any party, Lord Baelish." "You wound me deeply," Littlefinger placed a hand over his heart.

Not deeply enough. Also, they're talking about it being Tyrion's dagger again. I feel like it would have been super easy to verify this, but they just didn't.

"- I have found you more than a friend. I have found a brother I'd thought I'd lost."

Petyr Baelish, internally after being 'Brother Zoned': Time to make like a Targaryen.

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[ao3feed-petyrxsansa]

Our Hiding Place

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by morai_thoughts

Sansa is having a rough week as the new Charms teacher at Hogwarts. Her boss, Tyrion Lannister is abroad working on his new research and placed all his trust on the young Stark.

Everything was going well until the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart, began to bother the young woman. Sansa has been able to avoid the man masterfully, but her luck is running out.

One night, running away from her problems she meets with the mysterious potions master.

Words: 1096, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister (mentioned), Gilderoy Lockhart (mentioned)

Relationships: Petyr Baelish/Sansa Stark, Petyr Baelish & Sansa Stark

Additional Tags: Fluff, Accidental meeting, Petyr is a professor, Hogwarts, Sansa is a professor, Accident, crash, Awkward Situation, Pretty cute, One Shot, Maybe I'll write more, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Magic, Magical Ingredients

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[ao3feed-tywin]

Born to be Queen

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by ShinyRedPenny

Series of short one-shots surrounding Sansa as queen to different kings.

Words: 1897, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Joffrey Baratheon, Willas Tyrell, Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia), Jon Snow, Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Theon Greyjoy, Mance Rayder, Renly Baratheon, Tywin Lannister, Tommen Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Edric Storm

Relationships: Sansa Stark/Everyone

Additional Tags: Sansa Stark-centric, Queen in the North (A Song of Ice and Fire), Queen of our Hearts, multi-pairings, Ship her with Everyone

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Appreciate- Petyr Baelish

Pairing: Petyr Baelish x Reader

Characters: Petyr Baelish

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- would you be able to do "I never say it. But… I do appreciate it." with Littlefinger

Word Count: 481

Author: Charlotte

Travelling across Westeros was never a fun thing to do, especially when it was to gather intel and retrieve information to assist someone who you didn't care for. It was just for the best to not question what you were asked to do, or you would end up far worse off. Littlefinger wasn't a pleasant man and worked for some of the most powerful people in Westeros. For now you were on his good side and did as you were told but you knew that if you tried anything, you'd either end up killed or having every dark secret you possessed taken out into the light.

You had spent months travelling to gather some files from someone on the other side of the continent and of course, he couldn't go to retrieve it himself. More than once your life had been in danger but now you needed to finish what you started and make it clear your life had worth, not just to him to manipulate and use for his own personal gain.

As you approached him, he didn't look up from what he was reading, likely something he had received on someone else. You slammed the papers down onto the table between you before putting your hands down with it.

"Baelish," you hissed. "You didn't tell me what I'd have to do to get this. I nearly got killed."

"And that's why I pay you," he stated, handing you the pouch of coins.

You opened it but didn't see what you wanted to so hit it onto the table too.

"I deserve double. I had to escape a jail house whilst they discussed removing my head," you frowned. "You must have known how well guarded these papers were or you wouldn't have sent me."

He rolled his eyes at you, handing you a smaller pouch as well. "That's all I will pay."

You knew that you weren't going to get any more out of him so took both pouches, glad to get a better pay than you had been promised.

"I'm not disposable," you stated. "I'm not doing this again and you could tell whoever you want whatever you want but I am worth more than this crap."

As you went to turn to leave, he leant across the table, grabbing your hand, forcing your attention back onto him.

"I never say it... but I do appreciate it," he said softly, his expression sincere.

"Is that the best I get?" You questioned. "Although for you that's basically you getting on your knees and pleading me to stay."

"Don't make me regret this but I would like you to continue working for me. You are one of the best," he said without much expression.

You nodded your head. "But you are going to tell me what I'm going against from now on. I want to know if I'm risking my arse."

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[snapessecretdiary]

Left behind

word count: 997

The hall was empty, as you stepped into the dark. Your eyes could only make out enough to know where you had to step. So with a neutral expression on your face, you walked further inside, your silky skirt billowing around your ankles as your feet set themselves lightly on the ground. Quiet as a cat.

Your [E/C] orbs were glued to the high seat that Eddard Stark once inhabited. It belonged to his daughter now, to Sansa.

A girl you had met several times while you were in King’s Landing. She had been a sweet girl once, but those kind of circumstances could even change the strongest person.

Now, your mind wandered back to where and why you were here in the first place.

Looking down on the ground, you knew that you were standing close. And as soon as realization set in, you felt your shoes soak in blood. Yet you kept your walls up, trying to prevent yourself from caring too much. Collecting all the courage that you knew was in you, you found yourself crouching down. Instantly your skirt did what your shoes had done, and started taking in the dark red liquid until you felt it’s coldness on your skin and could smell the fainting scent of iron.

Reaching out your hand, your fingertips soon came upon smooth skin of a shaven cheek. It was ice cold, when it should have been warm. Dead, when it should have been alive.

Carefully, you moved your hand towards his jawline, gently caressing it.

Until now, you hadn’t dared to look, even though you knew that it was ridiculous. You had seen plenty of corpses in your life, some in better some in worse condition. How should this one be any different? It was, you reminded yourself, because this man lying here, on the cold floor wasn’t just some stranger, this was your friend. Someone, who should be warm and very much living. Someone, you wouldn’t ever have thought was even capable of dying. He seemed ahead of everyone, even the God of Death himself- he knew how to manipulate every being there ever was. How could someone like him now be dead?

As your eyes left the ground and finally wandered up his chest, you saw the gash that once was his throat. Ripped open by a blade, a blade held by a young girl. This was pathetic. Someone like him wouldn’t die like that. This face seemed to have calmed as his muscles stopped working. And still his eyes held an expression that seemed a mixture of shock and surprise. It was that, what confused you the most. This grey-green eyes were wide, thousands and thousands of questions, plenty of things they didn’t seem to grasp. Those weren’t the eyes of your friend. If you knew one thing, than it was that a man like him didn’t know what shock felt like. Or surprise. He was well aware of its existence, and used it to his advantage ever so often, but he had never felt it himself. In all those years you had known him, you soon had to learn that Petyr Baelish was at least two steps ahead of everyone. Maybe even life. He seemed to know things before they even happened.

So was what happened here reality?

Was his death inevitable part of his plan?

Your eyes were still locked on his face, you could practically see the colour slowly fading from it. It was the process a body would go through, after it ultimately stopped working.

Gulping, you started feeling slightly uncomfortable, but eventually you let go of his jaw to take his hand in yours.

They were always so smooth, almost soft. Maybe it was due to his lack of carrying a sword. He was a boy when he last held one in his hands. Feeling the skin touching yours, you moved your thump in circles over his palm. He had liked that, he once said so.

It’s been years that you spent with him, and there seemed to be moments of intimacy, but there was so such thing as love. He kept this love for Catelyn only, and later on, even for her daughter. Now Sansa had murdered him and you were the only one mourning.

A small smile creeping on your face as you remembered when you first had met him, yet it soon faded as you heard footsteps behind you. You we’re being followed. Of course you were, that’s what you instructed them to do.

“M'lady.” a gruff voice spoke, coming closer, “We’ve got to hurry.”

The sound of the footsteps on the floor died down, when they came to a stop right next to you.

“Lift him up, then.” you said, your voice quiet. It felt disrespectful to talk too loud when your friend was lying in front of you, with all the life having left him.

The man next to you, a man you had come to know back in your childhood, too crouched down and went to get hold of Petyr’s limp arms, as you slowly let go of his hand.

“Careful.” you whispered.

Nooding, the man went to continue his task, lifting the corpse as gentle as he probably could.

“Bring him to the carriage.”

And so, the both of you walked towards the rather old looking carriage that stood in a dark alley of Winterfell. Few people could see you here, that you had made sure of.

Climbing in and sitting down close to the window, you told him to lay Petyr down on the bench you occupied, with his head on your lap.

When everyone was settled, the soft voice of your companion asked: “Where to, [Y/N]?”

His eyes were watching you closely, waiting for your reaction. You could feel him looking at you, but your own eyes were set on Petyr. Smiling at him, you replied: “To my sister. She will know what to do. Melisandre always does.”

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[fandom-puff]

Smut tember day 15- Squirting with Petyr Baelish

Warnings: smut, oral sex, squirting, light degradation

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“Now really, YN, my dear,” Petyr hummed from between your thighs, where he had been for the best part of an hour. While your clothes were chucked haphazardly about his chamber, his were still perfectly intact, the high collar held in place by his silver mockingbird pin, the only indication of his arousal at your needy state was the flush across his cheeks. “Is there any need for this fuss?”

“You’ve been doing that for- Ah!- ages, Petyr,” you whined, arching your back and trying in vain to wriggle away from his lips.

“Oh, you sweet, impatient little thing,” he cooed, and you could feel his moustache twitching up into a smirk.

“If you would just fuck me!” You cried, heels digging into his back, tugging onto his hair as he brought you to another thigh-shaking orgasm.

“That’s no way to ask nicely, is it?” He said lightly, as though he didn’t have you practically sobbing with need beneath him. His eyes glimmered darkly up at you, hot with the desire for you to beg. And when you cried and moaned and pleaded for his cock, for him to completely ruin you.

And when he was finally content with your plea, he crawled up your body, slowly undoing his coat, the mockingbird pin clinking metallically against the floor as he tossed his clothes aside. Pressing his lips to yours, kissing you until you could taste yourself on his tongue, he murmured “believe me, sweetheart, I am going to ruin you,”

***

True to his word, Petyr had you moaning and crying beneath him as his hips snapped roughly against your own, the room filled with the sound of skin slapping and your needy cries.

His prior ministrations with his talented lips and tongue had you completely wet and ready for his cock, legs spread wide to bring him deeper as you rolled your hips up to meet his thrusts.

But soon his movements became too quick, too hard, too rough for you to keep up with, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him as he held your thighs up and apart, pistoning into your heat mercilessly. What had been mostly coherent cries of his name soon devolved into a garble of throaty moans and sobs as your eyes rolled back and your back arched, tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?” Petyr groaned, his short nails digging into your thighs as he spoke through gritted teeth. “You are, aren’t you? I can feel you pulsing around my cock,”

“Please!” For the umpteenth time that night, you begged your lover, this time for release. “Please, Petyr, let me come on your cock, please!”

Your desperate begging drew him near to his own end, and as he felt himself begin to reach his climax, he hoisted your hips up a little more, pressing his thumb to your clit. You screamed, the new angle and the sensation of your over-worked clit being stimulated launching you over the edge, making you jolt and writhe and claw your nails down his back as he stilled, looking between you in awe as he felt warm wetness bloom between you both.

Panting, you stared down between your legs, seeing droplets of your release glisten on his belly and cling to his pubic hair and happy trail, your face heating with shame.

“Gods above, I’m so sorry,” you said, trying to wriggle away, but Petyr kept himself in place, holding your thighs, and you let out a small groan as you felt his softening cock shift inside of you.

“For what?” He asked you, his eyes still dark with lust. “My dear… you think you’ve pissed on me?” When he asked the crude question, you grimaced and nodded, trying to hide your face as he laughed. “No… that’s not piss, darling,” he told you.

“Then what is it?” You mumbled. “And stop laughing at me,” you added with a bit of a whine.

“Don’t whine at me,” he scolded, although you knew he didn’t really mean it. “It’s… what happens when a woman’s release is as intense as yours just was,” when he saw your frown, he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “It is nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart, so long as you felt good when it happened,” when you nodded, Petyr smiled, pulling out of you before coming to your side. “Sleep,” he told you, squeezing your hip and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “When you wake I will have a hot bath drawn up for you, alright?”

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[aidangillens]

Petyr had been a small boy, and he had grown into a small man, an inch or two shorter than Catelyn, slender and quick, with the sharp features she remembered and the same laughing grey-green eyes. He had a little pointed chin beard now, and threads of silver in his dark hair, though he was still shy of thirty.

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