drearforts edits

Littlefinger was no threat to anyone. A clever, smiling, genial man, everyone’s friend, always able to find whatever gold the king or the Hand required, and yet of undistinguished birth, one step up from hedge knight, he was not a man to fear.

All I ever wanted was home.

modern au daenerys targaryen + jorah mormont
in which they’re on the run (insp.)


“You are in the Falcon Tower, Ser Harrold,” Alayne put in. Far away from Sweetrobin. That was intentional, she knew. Petyr Baelish did not leave such things to chance. “If it please you, I will show you to your chambers myself.” This time her eyes met Harry’s. She smiled just for him, and said a silent prayer to the Maiden. Please, he doesn’t need to love me, just make him like me, just a little, that would be enough for now.


asoiaf headcanon: the words of house baelish
(couldn’t settle on one so I made one based on house baelish’s history and another for petyr)
requested by anon

futuristic / sci-fi au team stormborn / targaryen
(in which peter capaldi is barristan selmy)


They are using me to cloak their deception, putting mine own face on their lie. That was why Roose Bolton had clothed him as a lord again, to play his part in this mummer’s farce. Once that was done, once their false Arya had been wedded and bedded, Bolton would have no more use for Theon Turncloak.