Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines (Completed)

Petyr Baelish X Stark!Reader - Lovers and Fighters (Requested)

"As long as you live under my roof, I am responsible for what happens to you," Petyr bellowed at you and you felt yourself sink deeper into the chair as he lowered his voice. "And that means that it reflects badly on me when you run about King's Landing attacking innocent guards when they question you." This seemed like something that happened all too often between yourself and Petyr. He had taken you in when your mother had requested it of her old friend, a man who had loved her dearly, but being the daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark had become very difficult of late, and when your mother had been killed at the twins you had gone off course, and he seemed to love reminding you of it.

"He was not innocent," you snarled at him. "He was talking about my mother and father, saying some disgusting things that I'd rather not repeat, and I decided that I wasn't okay with it," you continued, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

"You assaulted the man. You're lucky he didn't kill you," he told you and you chuckled as you shook your head.

"I threw an apple at him. The most he got was a bruised ego," you snorted, watching as he shook his head at you.

"You don't seem to understand that you are putting yourself at risk here," he uttered as he pressed his hand to his forehead in frustration. "I promised your parents that I would keep you safe, but I can't do that if you go off galavanting with no care for your own well-being." You rolled your eyes at him, he had started to act like a parent with you and you were growing sick and tired of it.

"If you don't like it why don't you send me to the wall? Jon will look after me," you started and he closed his eyes to calm himself. "Gods, you don't even have a reason not to," you continued, shaking your head. "You just enjoy having me around because you were so insanely in love with my mother," you blurted in anger and he suddenly snapped. His hand slammed down on the wooden table with a thud, making you jump and knocking over the jug of wine that had been placed in the centre of the table. The purple liquid spilled across the surface and cascaded down onto the floor, spreading quickly through the grouting.

"Fine," he yelled out, eyes fixed on you as you stared at him in horror. "Go," he added, glaring into your eyes. You knew you had overstepped the line with your comment, but you had been so angry that it had escaped before you could stop it, and now there was no going back. "When you are raped and killed by men on the road I will remember that I tried to help you and that you were too stubborn to listen to me," he growled and you felt tears prick your eyes as you rose to your feet.

"I survived before you took me in, and I'll survive long after I leave this place," you hissed at him through gritted teeth. You stormed from the room, your dress floating out behind you as you slammed the door, leaving you both with ringing in your ears which seemed better than the eerie silence it was quickly replaced with.

Once you made it back to your chambers, your eyes filled with tears. Petyr was the only person in King's Landing that you could consider a friend and you had pushed him away because you were behaving like a brat. You knew that you would have to go and apologise but he had been so mad at you that you were a little scared. What if he meant what he said, that he was happy that you would be going away, that he would be fine with you suffering on the King's Road as many other women had? Gods, what if he hated you? You started to sob harder, burying your face into the soft pillows on your bed, breathing in the fresh clean smell that had soothed your tears so many times before. Petyr had been so good to you and you had thrown it back in his face like a child, whether he hated you or not you would still apologise for how you had behaved.

As you rose from your bed, you smoothed down your hair, wiping at your damp, red eyes with your sleeves to try and make yourself look presentable. There was a knock at your door, making you jump as you looked at yourself in the mirror. "Who is it?" you called, your runny nose muffling your words slightly as you waited for a response, only for the door to open and Petyr's head to poke around the door.