Game of Thrones Imagines

A little Subterfuge - Petyr x Reader

I'm doing something a little different again, and like my Viserys imagine I'm giving the bad guy a heart ❤️ I just like to take an alternate view and think what these men could be like if the right one came along and was able to steer them along a different path. As I have said before, I think love is capable of miracles, miracles that can make even the darkest heart become just a little brighter. Hopefully you enjoy this different take on Petyr' s character. 😊

(Y/n) sat outside her shop in the Street of Looms watching as the people of Kings Landing went about their day; all life was here, the good and bad, the high and mighty and the poor and destitute, all of them passed (Y/n)'s little shop and all seemed to know her.

Her store was humble, yet offered the best material, and finest clothes maker in the city; (Y/n)'s wares came from all across the great expanses of her world, and with them she would craft the most exquisite gowns for queens and the finest garbs for kings, her skills of great value to many a lord and lady.

(Y/n) closed her eyes, and as the warm sun kissed her face, she couldn't help but smile; Kings Landing may not be the best or easiest place to live, it smelt, it was dangerous and filled with some very unsavoury characters, but it was home, and she had carved out her own little niche which she loved; it still wasn't easy, but things could most definitely be worse.

"Good morning mistress (Y/n)." A smooth voice said, startling (Y/n) from her thoughts, her eyes flying open to see the Master of Coin staring down at her, a subtle smile on his lips.

"Oh, good morning my lord. My apologises, you startled me a little." (Y/n) said apologetically, as she rose to her feet, and curtsied to Petyr.

"To what do I owe the honour of having you call on me." (Y/n) asked, slightly confused as to why the lord had come all the way down to her little shop instead of sending one of his girls which was his usual routine.

(Y/n) was quite used to dealing with the women from Baelish's brothels, making clothes and other items for them, as well as occasionally making clothing for the whoremonger himself; but apart from having originally taken Petyr's measurements, she had very rarely seen the lord, especially given the fact that they did not move in the same social circles. 

She of course knew all about the Master of Coin, there really wasn't a person in Kings Landing that didn't; yet even though (Y/n) knew of the lords not so stellar reputation, there was something about the look of the man that she couldn't help but find appealing. His eyes were deep, with a hint of mischief that seemed to make them sparkle no matter what the light, and his features were fine yet slightly angular, the whole look completed by that smooth accent that made (Y/n) feel weak at the knees whenever she heard the slightest hint of it, not that she would admit any of that to anyone, especially not the lord that now stood in her small shop.

"I have an important meeting with a beautiful woman that I am anxious to impress; I wish you to come to the Red Keep and measure me for one of the finest outfits you have ever made." Petyr hummed, his hand gently brushing over the most expensive material that (Y/n) had to offer.

There was part of (Y/n) taken a back, it was not the first time that she had gone to the Red Keep, she had made gowns for the Queen, and many a marvellous outfit for the King and members of the Lannister family; but to be called there by the Master of Coin, was definitely a novelty.

"Of course, my lord; the lady must be very special indeed if you wish your clothing to be made of this." (Y/n) said, brushing her fingers delicately over the highly decorated and elaborately embroidered material that she normally reserved for the Lannister's, that Petyr was currently holding in his hands.

"Oh she is, mistress (Y/n); a woman of unsurpassed beauty and kindness, I just hope that kindness can see passed my reputation." Petyr mussed quietly, before remembering himself and turning around to look at the slightly startled (Y/n).

To hear Baelish, speak of a woman in such a soft and caring way was not something that (Y/n) had ever expected, but to see that he had a softer side was making her like him all the more, and she couldn't help but be slightly jealous of the woman that could have such an effect on him.

"Be at the Keep after sundown, I will have one of my men bring you to my room." Petyr said slightly harshly, as he turned and left the shop, leaving a still confused (Y/n) behind.

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Petyr looked around his room, making sure that everything was in place for the evening; he had made sure that only the best foods and wines were waiting, and for once in his life he was nervous, and desperate to make a good impression.

(Y/n) had caught his eye the first time he had seen her in one of his brothels, measuring up some of the girls for finer gowns so that they would appeal to the more influential of his clientele, and from the moment he had heard her laugh he knew that he had to have her; she may not be a lady of a great house or be rich and influential, but there was something special about her eyes and her joyful smile that made it impossible for the Master of Coin to think about any other woman.

He had had the seamstress followed to make sure that he had no rival for her hand, and he had found out that she was a self-made woman, rising from humble beginnings to become one of the most sought after costumiers in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms, a fact that seemed to suggest to Petyr that she had a strong will and an intelligent mind; both traits being something that he believed could prove of benefit to him.

As he took one final look, making sure that not only the room but he himself was ready for the appearance of the woman he wished to impress, Petry was alerted by a knock to his door.

"My lord, mistress (Y/n) is here to see you." A guard said, as Petyr opened the door to see his beautiful clothes maker weighed down by lengths of material and samples for him to peruse.

Pushing passed the guard, Petyr reached for the large number of swatches that were threatening to fall from (Y/n)'s arms.

"Forgive me mistress (Y/n), if I had known that the man I sent to meet you was no kind of gentleman, I would have found someone better." Petyr growled, glaring at the guard who quickly rushed off.

"Oh, that's quite alright my lord, I am quite used to it." (Y/n) said, looking around the room to find somewhere to lay her material so that she could begin measuring the lord.

"Am I interrupting something, I can always come back at a more opportune time." (Y/n) told Petyr, her eyes falling on the table that was laden with food and wine.

Petyr came to (Y/n)'s side and took her goods from her arms and placed them on a table to the side before taking (Y/n)'s hand in his and kissing her knuckles softly.

"I hope that you will forgive me for my subterfuge, but I could think of no better way, and I thought it better to bring you here than to one of the brothels." Petyr hummed, taking a now very confused (Y/n) and leading her over to a large chair before presenting her with a glass of wine.

"Subterfuge my lord?" (Y/n) questioned, taking a large gulp of the good wine as she watched Petyr begin to pace his room, his hands cupped behind his back as he walked to and fro.

"I am not what you would call a good man, (Y/n), and I know I probably don't deserve a woman like you; but I was hoping that you would at least give me the opportunity to prove that I can be worthy of you." Petyr said slightly briskly as he continued to pace.

(Y/n) gulped down the last of her wine, his words swirling in her mind as she looked up at the man who looked uncharacteristically soft. She had to admit that he didn't have the best reputation, in fact despite all the insalubrious characters that resided in Kings Landing, Petyr Baelish could still be said to have the worst repute in the kingdom; but as he moved to kneel down before her, taking her hand in his, she knew that there was only one thing that she could say in reply.

"Everyone deserves a second chance, everyone deserves to be loved; so, if you can prove that you are more than your reputation, I don't see why I cannot be the one to give you that love." (Y/n) said, cupping Petyr's face in her hands.

"I may not be a lady, a woman of a rich and noble house, but I will give you all I have and am, Petyr." (Y/n) told Petyr softly, as he pulled her up from the chair and into his arms, kissing her passionately, the world around them forgotten as the most unlikely pair in Kings Landing made their first step toward a new life.