Got One-Shots Book 2

The Heir of the Vale (Petyr Baelish x fem!Arryn reader)

(hints at steam, it's a little dark.)

Everyone knew of Robin Arryn. He was the son of Jon Arryn, the late Hand of the King. However, not many people remembered the true heir of the Vale. The only daughter of Jon and Lysa. Y/N Arryn. You were older than Robin by several years. However, being a woman, your mother insisted that you give the right to the Vale to your brother Robin. When your mother wanted something, she got it. What choice did you have?

So, you were doomed to stay in the Vale, invisible in your brother's shadow. You really didn't understand it. You weren't ugly, meek, or stupid. In fact, you were the opposite of all those things. You were far prettier than your mother, even when she was younger. You were smart and cunning. You could outthink anyone in the Vale, but you did it in such a way they never expected. For some reason, no one respected that. Until Lord Petyr Baelish anyway.

He arrived in the Vale while your brother was demanding something of your mother. You rolled your eyes at him. In your mind, he was a spoiled brat who needed to be taken down a peg or two. You looked away in disgust and turned your attention to the man in front of you. He caught you by surprise when you realized he was already staring at you. You were close enough to your mother that, from another perspective, it would seem he was looking at her. But he wasn't.

"My lady, I thank you for welcoming me into your home," he greeted with a fake smile and slight bow to your mother. "Might I say, you look lovely and young Robin has grown into such a strong young lord. Lady Y/N is a stunning young woman as well." You wanted to laugh. You weren't fooled for a minute. You knew exactly what he was trying to do. Your mother, however, was a different story. She fell for his charms. Hook, line and sinker. "You are too kind, Lord Baelish."

Rolling your eyes once more, you leaned down a bit. "Mother, might I be excused? I have a needlepoint lesson with the septa." Your mother turned her Tully blue eyes to you in surprise, as if she'd forgotten you were standing there. "Oh, yes. Of course. After you greet Lord Baelish properly." Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile onto your face. "Welcome to the Vale, Lord Baelish. I hope your stay will be a pleasant one." He gave you another false smile and replied, "I am certain it shall, my lady." You quickly curtsied and left the room.

For the next several weeks, you did your best to avoid Petyr Baelish. He knew it too. However, Petyr wasn't one to be ignored. He would go out of his way to find you during the day. Always running into you by "coincidence". He would strike up conversation.

"Lord Baelish, forgive me for saying so, but I do not like you. You may have my mother and everyone else fooled with your act, but you do not fool me. I can see what you are trying to do," you told him one day, fed up. He frowned for a moment. "Is that so, my lady?" You nodded. "Of course. You wish to seduce my mother with your charms, wed her and have power over the Vale. I can tell you this, do not expect me to welcome you with open arms. Good day, Lord Baelish."

You moved to walk away, but his hand grabbed your upper arm. "It is not your mother I wish to seduce, Lady Y/N." His grey-green eyes bore into your (e/c) ones and you laughed. "Then you will fail. I am no one's puppet. I will not be used by you or anyone else." Petyr let go over your arm and smiled after you as you walked away. You had just challenged him and everyone knew that Petyr Baelish did not walk away from a challenge.

*time skip*

You breathed a sigh of relief as you entered the library. You had been skirting Petyr all day long. He had told you of his intentions to seduce you and you'd laughed at him. Big mistake. You had only strengthened his resolve and, to your utter dismay, you found your own resolve weakening. You were falling for it.

He just drew you in. He was as smart as he was ruthless and cunning. He knew exactly what he wanted and he went for it. Your mother kept trying to get his attention and, while Petyr pretended to be interested, he was fixated on you. You couldn't help but relish the attention of the man you'd sworn not to let in.

The glances during mealtimes that lasted longer than they should, the "accidental" brushing of his hands against yours, the whispered conversations that, while innocent in nature, had not-so-innocent underlying tones. It was all you could do not to scream. At first, they were easy to ignore. But, as time had gone on, you found that you craved them. You wanted it. Yearned for it even. It was driving you insane. One more push and you knew you'd fall over the edge.

"There you are, my lady." You wanted to groan. The voice that haunted your dreams seemed to float all around you. Steeling your nerves, you opened your eyes to meet Petyr's intense gaze. "Lord Baelish," you greeted curtly, mentally praising yourself for not stuttering. "I have not had the pleasure of your company since we broke our fasts this morning." You gave a small shrug as you pretended to busy yourself with finding a book.

It didn't take long for you to feel Petyr's presence behind you. He was so close, you could feel the heat radiating off him. "What game are you playing now, my lord?" you asked. He chuckled. "You know what game I'm playing, Y/N. You also know that I'm winning." You stopped moving and turned slightly around. "You think you're winning?" Petyr smirked.

"I know I am. Do you know the secret to winning any game, Y/N?" You quirked a brow, encouraging him to continue. "Knowing when your opponent is weakening. And you, my dear Y/N, are weakening." Your eyes narrowed. "I think you are confused. Perhaps you should keep your ego in check, my lord." You turned back to the shelf behind you. Petyr moved from his place behind you to beside you.

"Why fight it, Y/N? Think of everything we could do together. Everything we could be together. Just give in." His voice was barely above a whisper, but every word hit you like a ton of bricks. There were no words of love, but you hadn't expected there to be. People like Petyr Baelish didn't love. Unfortunately, his words were the push you'd needed.

Without a word, you turned to him and smashed your lips onto his. When you parted, you were panting. "Meet me in my chambers tonight," you whispered before grabbing your book and running from the library, leaving Petyr to smirk after you knowing he had won.