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og for all fans of the great mastermind "Petyr Baelish" from the Song of Ice and Fire novels..." /><"http://why-we-love-petyr-baelish.tumblr.com/page/8" />

emilysobservatory:

Petyr Baelish Week: Day 1 - Favorite Book

“And there it stands, miserable as it is. My ancestral home. It has no name, I fear. A great lord’s seat ought to have a name, wouldn’t you agree? Winterfell, the Eyrie, Riverrun, those are castles. Lord of Harrenhal now, that has a sweet ring to it, but what was I before? Lord of Sheepshit and Master of the Drearfort? It lacks a certain something.” His grey-green eyes regarded her innocently. “You look distraught. Did you think we were making for Winterfell, sweetling? Winterfell has been taken, burned, and sacked. All those you knew and loved are dead. What northmen who have not fallen to the ironmen are warring amongst themselves. Even the Wall is under attack. Winterfell was the home of your childhood, Sansa, but you are no longer a child. You’re a woman grown, and you need to make your own home.”
“But not here,” she said, dismayed. “It looks so … ”
“ … small and bleak and mean? It’s all that, and less. The Fingers are a lovely place, if you happen to be a stone. But have no fear, we shan’t stay more than a fortnight.” […] Lord Petyr made a face. “Come, let’s see if my hall is as dreary as I recall.”

-A Storm of Swords
(( &Thanks to souberbielle for suggesting this scene to illustrate! Specifically, “arriving at the Fingers with Sansa + Bonus points for Kella/Grisel/Bryen/other smallfolk.” ))

(via fuckyeahbaelish)

thefudge:

petyr x sansa week

 day 1: canon divergence - the switch-up: Petyr Baelish is a naive lord from the North who travels to the capital & finds a dangerous friend in the enigmatic Lady Sansa Stark. She seems to want to help him escape his political circumstances, but she is playing a long-running game, in which he is only a helpless piece. 

yellowbreezes:

Petyr and Sansa Week 2015

Day 3
 ↳ "Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.“

yellowbreezes:
“ Petyr and Sansa Week 2015 Day 5
↳ “You are Alayne, and you must be Alayne all the time.” He put two fingers on her left breast. “Even here. In your heart. Can you do that? Can you be my daughter in your heart?” ”I …” I do not know,...

yellowbreezes:

Petyr and Sansa Week 2015

Day 5
 ↳ “You are Alayne, and you must be Alayne all the time.” He put two fingers on her left breast. “Even here. In your heart. Can you do that? Can you be my daughter in your heart?” ”I …” I do not know, my lord, she almost said, but that was not what he wanted to hear. Lies and Arbor gold, she thought. “I am Alayne, Father. Who else would I be?”

petyrbaelishs:

When Harrold lay a crown of autumn wheat and wildflowers in her lap, the stands burst into raucous applause; even Myranda, carrying resentment never spoken of at supper or atop shared pillows in the night, managed a roguish grin, an excited kiss to Alayne’s cheek as the knight rode off. It was Petyr who beamed down at his daughter with broadest smile though, knuckles dragging along one cheek as he straightened the circlet upon her brow. Another feast filled the great hall with songs and shouts until dawn crept along eastern horiz on with tentative fingers of rose, of peach, of gold. The Young Falcon claimed nearly every dance, but while she wore his favor at last the bastard girl granted him only a chaste embrace goodnight. Alone, the Mockingbird told her there would be new lessons, new expectations, now that the Hardyng boy would spend some time amongst their number. He had a great many plans for his daughter, plans which might only be shared beneath the watchful light of midnight tapers…

petyr x sansa week » who else would i be? (day 5)

yellowbreezes:
“ Petyr and Sansa Week 2015 Day 6
↳ “Shall I have the honour of you serving as my Hand, Petyr?” ”

yellowbreezes:

Petyr and Sansa Week 2015

Day 6
 ↳ “Shall I have the honour of you serving as my Hand, Petyr?”

yellowbreezes:

Petyr and Sansa Week 2015

Day 7
  ↳ “Our Father,
       (…) Hallowed be Thy Name;
       Thy kingdom come,
       Thy will be done.”

Requested by catladyofthecanals. Inspired by [x] by myrandar.

petyrbaelishs:

I saw you as another god
I could play with in this
maze of leaves and lovely blood,
performing hiero glyphs for you
with my teeth and agile feet
and dead hens harmless and jolly
as corpses in a detective story

but you were serious,
you wore gloves and plodded,
you saw me as vermin,
a crook in a fur visor;
the fate you aim at me
is not light literature.

phoenixx-s:

♔ asoiaf challenge

↳12. best player at the game of thrones // petyr baelish

“I did warn you not to trust me, you know.”