Game of Thrones Collection

Favorite Little Bird - Petyr Baelish

Word Count: 982

Your eyes wandered over the page, your face mere inches away from the thick book that you had been reading for the past fortnight. You were a little over halfway through the novel that spoke of the heroic quests of Knight Ivon, the dragon-slayer.

You knew the story was purely fiction, Knight Ivon never existed in any of the seven kingdoms, however something about the story drew you in and kept you hopelessly fixated.

The massive soot colored beast reared back on its hind legs and inhaled a deep breath of air.

Knight Ivon drew back his sword in preparation for what was to come.

The beast suddenly let out a magnificent stream of fire.

The dark dungeon was encased in hot light.

Knight Ivon bolted at the belly of the dragon-

"You shouldn't read that closely." a sudden voice spoke, causing you to bolt upright from your hunched over position. You looked in the direction the voice had come from only to have your eyes land on the smirking face of Lord Petyr Baelish.

"And why is that Lord Baelish?" you asked.

You and Petyr had known each other ever since you came to King's Landing several years back. You wouldn't consider the two of you as friends, however you knew each other far more than simple acquaintances.

You were one of his little birds.

"It damages one's vision." he responded, stepping forwards slowly.

"That's a myth." you chuckled, closing the book and standing up from your seat.

You walked over to the shelf that its empty spot was on and returned it to its home. It slid perfectly in between the books on either side of it. The bindings satisfyingly flushed together.

"What do you need?" you asked, turning to look back at Petyr who was now stopped at the edge of the table you had been sitting at.

"I can't wish to simply to talk to my favorite little bird?" he questioned with fake naivety.

"No." you retorted blankly. "Now stop playing innocent, it doesn't suit you."

You walked back over to where you had been sitting and perched back onto the edge of the chair, your eyes not leaving Petyr's.

He didn't scare you. He never had. Not even the night he first approached you and threatened to tell King Robert about you being one of his many bastards unless you became his eyes and ears in the kitchen. He held no grip over you, and he knew it. That was why you were his favorite. You were just like him and you did not fear him, not even an ounce.

"Tell me about the banquet that is happening in two nights." Petyr spoke after a moment of looking at you.

You were a beautiful specimen. That was one of the first things he had noticed about you when you first came into King's Landing. At first he had even considered hiring you to become another girl in his whore house, however the more he observed you the less and less he wanted to share you.

"What about the banquet? It's for King Robert's name day, there will be a lot of wine and a lot of food." You responded, well aware that that wasn't what Petyr wanted to know.

Petyr sighed softly. He knew you loved making things difficult for him.

"Who will be attending?"

"Noblemen, knights, a few royal families I would assume."

You wanted to see how far you could push his buttons down.

"Which royal families?"

"The important ones."

"Which important ones."

"The ones that rule kingdoms."

"Which kingdoms?"

"Big ones." You smirked.

That was enough for Petyr.

In the blink of an eye his face was inches away from yours, his hands gripping the arm rests of the chair, trapping you in.

"Do not play games with me (Y/N)." Petyr warned. You just looked at him, the smirk still on your face as you examined his blue eyes which were slowly growing angrier. "You know very well what I am capable of."

"And you know that I don't care what you're capable of." You spoke back in a calm voice which was a sparse contrast from his angry one. "I'm not afraid of you Petyr, I never have been and I never will be."

"I would recommend you reconsider the way you feel about me." You could feel his warm breath on your face as he moved in even closer to you. "I'm a very dangerous man to be on the bad side of." He threatened.

"Well then it's a good thing I'm not on your bad side." You teased, your eyes wandering down to his lips and then back up to his blue orbs.

"And what makes you so certain about that?" He questioned. Your faces were now no more than three inches apart, your breaths mixing in the small space in between your mouths.

"Because I could never be on your bad side. I could destroy you and you still would never hurt me." You whispered back, now moving your own face closer so your lips were practically touching his. "Face it Lord Baelish, you're in love with me."

The moment your words left your mouth, Petyr's lips were on yours in a passionate kiss. HIs hands left the arm rests and instead came up to your face, cupping them around your soft cheeks.

"Yes I am." He admitted after the kiss finally broke, his hands still around your face. "And I know the feelings are mutual." And with that he brought his lips back to yours, moving his hands down to your waist and pulling you up out of the chair.

You allowed your legs to wrap around him as he turned around and placed you down on the table, the entire time feverishly kissing you.

This was something you had been waiting for for a very long time.