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Soft Yellow Jello

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Petyr & Sansa AU - incase, I’m giving a mature language and sexual reference warning just because.

I know this doesn’t flow nor really make sense but the thought wanted out and here it is. I write on my phone so I’ll edit later.

——————– Petyr had rules.

He’d been able to convince himself that nothing mattered other then what he wanted, he had long ago determined that to accomplish that it was better to be alone. He didn’t need a weakness and he certainly didn’t need a knife in the back. He didn’t want the hassle of a girlfriend or worse, a wife. He didn’t want to have to answer to anyone or share anything. He felt he had entered and survived this world alone, he worked up from the very bottom and he would share his spoils with no one. One night stands were sufficient enough to sedate the sexual urges he had, it wasn’t electricity nor love…..it was a fuck and a swift exit after.

When he’d heard a Stark was come along with the Tyrell girl it was all he could do not to roll his eyes and groan out loud, he’d felt Martell’s eyes on him at the mention of the name and he was giving nothing away. A fucking Stark on his yacht. It was big enough to avoid her if he wished and that was the plan. Any Stark he’d ever encountered was an idiot, lacked any kind of self control or wit, thought themselves highly above others with their morals, good deeds and good feelings.

He’d felt the eyes of Martell on him once again when Stark walked on board hours later.

At first the red hair and blue eyes had been a slap in the face, he’d thought her bloody Cat come back to spite him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had thought about her, only when he let himself get lost in his scar occasionally but it was never good thoughts about her and hadn’t for years. He’d lost long ago whatever love and admiration he’d felt for her so many young and stupid years ago.

This young girl though was not so much her mothers clone as time went by, in looks and nature, nor her fathers. Petyr had been distant and indifferent towards her but slightly short of down right rude, he’d wanted her off his darn yacht as soon as humanly possible.

It was clear that Sansa had a need within her to be liked and polite with everyone she met, it was clear she felt she needed to make an effort with him given his behaviour. Martell had pointed out her efforts and had slightly chastised his lack of and a wicked thought had emerged. He’d acknowledge Martell’s wished and he would make an effort…and he’d have her in his bed by the end of it. The Spanish Prince had laughter about his desire to fuck over every Stark he meet, Petyr had chuckled with him and raised his scotch in acknowledgment.

He couldn’t remember when it had stopped being about sticking his finger up at those bloody pure and goodness Starks.

He couldn’t remember when it was no longer just out of spite or a need to have her in a way that should Ned or Cat find out would make them completely insane with madness.

He couldn’t remember feeling the tightness in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach and the happiness that was different from when he made a reasonable profit or a material gain.

Sansa Stark was a game changer though, he was beginning to think he’d break every rule and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that nor what that meant.

#petyr x sansa#bachelor baelish
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ladycibia

“When you play the game of pokémon, you win or you faint”- oh wait…

*ahem* As I’ve said in the original post (x) I also imagined Petyr getting a Staraptor once becoming Defender of the Vale, so there he is! On their way to bring chaos to Westeros >:)

#petyr baelish#addicted to chibi petyr
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