Never Stop Choosing Me
12 Feb 2017
Petyr pulled her closer into the moonlight to gain a better look at the nude and petrified form before him, but found something fighting him, something stronger than her desperate struggles. Petyr's mouth fell open, his green-grey eyes widened to the horror of what fought him. She was chained.
WARNING for Rape and Torture (The rape is all pre-fic)
- Part 1 of Never Stop Choosing Me
11 Feb 2020
"You did this! You killed and buried all those people and I am going to prove it. I am going to tear down everything you've built, I'm going to leave your children fatherless and that slut wife of yours working on street corners. And do you know why I'm going to take everything from you? Not because it's my job to uphold the law, not because you're a killer, but because you think you can win anything. This is one game you can't win. I am going to destroy you, Petyr Baelish."
Petyr leaned forwards in his leather chair, a smirk on his lips. "Well, don't make too much noise about it."
Or; Petyr's former dump site has been discovered and now he's fending off a rabid Detective while trying to keep his family and his company running. An already difficult task is made almost impossible by Lysa Arryn and her unwavering belief that they'll sail off into the sunset together. No, Petyr was staying with his wife and children, he was going to end Detective Heyerdahl, take Lysa's company out from under her and make sure no one could ever link him to Cersei Lannister's death ... or Joffrey's, or Tywin's, or Ramsay's or that cop's. Okay, so no one could connect him to ANY deaths ... or that mutilation thing.
- Part 2 of Never Stop Choosing Me