I wanted to give Petyr a happy ending, something very different from the show. I love a good bad guy and freely admit to a soft spot for the wily Master of Coin; so, I hope you enjoy 😊

A warm breeze made its way through the open doors, sending the light drapes fluttering into the air. The soft zephyr bringing with it the odour of the flowers that grew in the garden, beyond. It was a simple home, not some great and foreboding keep that they were both accustomed to; yet it was beautiful, elegant, and it was theirs. Petyr sighing softly, as his wife snuggled a little closer to his side. It moments like this, mornings like this, that he knew he regretted nothing that he had done to get (Y/n) there; to make sure that they could have a life together.

Braavos had proven to be the perfect fit for the two that had fled Westeros; and though (Y/n) had been worried for what remained of her family, she would always tell him the same thing that she told him that day on the boat, if he ever made comment about her going back; that she would never leave him, and would go wherever he went. She, just like him, choosing to leave the past behind her; leaving her name and birthright in Westeros. The man and wife having created a whole new life for themselves since they had landed in Essos.

(Y/n) had blossomed in the city that was loomed over by the Titan of Braavos, fortress. She had grown and become happier than he had ever seen her, now that she was away from the malicious tyranny of her aunt. And the dark coloured clothes that she wore, that noted her standing in their new home, as a wife of a wealthy man, brought out the colour of her eyes, her lips and her now softly tanned skin. Petyr knowing that if he had not adored her before now, he most definitely would after seeing how she appeared, now. The former Master of Coin, so proud to call her his wife. To be the one whose arm she held, while all other men looked upon him with envy. Petyr sure that any of them would give a king's ransom to spend just one night with his wife; to know what it was to be pleasured, loved by such a creature. And perhaps the old him would have taken that ransom; would have taken the power and position that they may also offer. But that man.....Petyr Baelish......Littlefingers the whoremonger, was dead. The man that he was now, would not take the whole of Essos if it was offered. Would not take Westeros and the Iron Throne, even if handed to him on a silver platter. The man he was now, would kill, would rather die than allow any other man to touch what was his; and she was his, as he was hers, body, mind and soul.

"Good morning........" The sound of (Y/n)'s soft sleepy voice causing Petyr to look down at her. He sure that he would never grow tired of this scene. Of the dreamy look that she gave him through her sleep heavy eyes. Of the feel of her soft, naked flesh, as it pressed up against his.

"Did you sleep well, my love..........?"

"I have slept well every night since you first came to lay in my bed, husband. Whatever was before that, I have no desire to remember. My life until you came into it, meant nothing.........." Petyr leaning down so that he could place his lips atop hers. (Y/n)'s words always making him feel more loved than he ever thought he might be, thought he deserved.

"And what of you.........?" Petyr continued, as he moved away the soft sheets from her body, so that he could place his hand on her slowly growing belly.

He had not been able to believe his ears when (Y/n) had told him that she was with child. Petyr having to confess that his old life had never leant itself to being a father, to even notions of it. But here, now, and with (Y/n) by his side, it all made sense; and soon......soon he would be welcoming into the world, his own heir.....his first heir. Petyr hoping that this was only one of many.

"They slept well too. Just like me, they are content when you are close. Though..........."

"Though...........?" Petyr raising a questioning brow.

"They have a longing for fried sardines..........." (Y/n) replied with a small smile on her lips. Petyr returning his wife's smile, before he placed his lips to her forehead.

"If that is what they wish, then who am I to deny them........." he replied, before moving to get out of bed to call the servants; only to find his arm caught.

"They can wait a little longer; but I.........I cannot........." Petyr being pulled back into the bed.

"I cannot wait...........I need you. I crave you..........Even in my dreams I desire you. So to wake and have you here........take me......please......" (Y/n) continued, as she drew him atop her. Her husband settling himself between her legs. His cock hardening, as he felt her arousal coat him; Petyr groaning as she pushed her hips up against his. His hands taking her wrists and slowly moving her arms above her head. His lips making their way down her neck, to her shoulder and then her chest. (Y/n)'s legs tightening around him, as he took a nipple into his mouth. The feel of him sucking, nipping at her sensitive flesh, sending her mind racing; her nails digging into his back as she begged for more. A gasp leaving her lips, as he was suddenly inside her, as he suddenly filled her entirely. Petyr whispering softly in her ear before thrusting into her mercilessly.

"Anything for you, my reason for everything..........."