Sorry it took so long, guys! I'm a busy Uni student who needed to procrastinate to watch Stranger Things and other stuff and I get distracted from writing in general cause I work on so many stories I don't even have out yet in my free time (yay, run-on sentence). I'll also be updating some other stories when I get the chance (cough, I know y'all are waiting for IEAIYB if u know what I mean?) You guys love Ramsay, don't you? I do too, damn... :') We're sick together. But right now, it's Bae's time to shine. Enjoy!
WARNING: This fan fiction contains mature content and subject matter.
Chapter 4- A Kitten
Petyr Baelish sat smug with a newspaper at the dining table when the sliding doors were forcefully pushed open. He peered above his paper with disinterest. The half-Stark boy came rushing through, a fierce look of determination on his face, dark eyes directed towards him. Baelish smiled—how predictable of the young man.
Sensing a much anticipated conversation coming on, Baelish carefully placed his newspaper onto the dining table, flattening out the edges before turning his attention to the flustered bastard Stark.
"Ah, what a fine morning it is…" He reached for his steaming coffee mug, watching in mild amusement as the young man frowned. How fortunate that looks could not kill. Perhaps then Rosie and her half-brother would have offed him years ago...The amusing thought elicited a smile in him as he took a sip of the bitter drink, the action only furthering the deep-set frown on Jon's face.
"I sense you'd like to breach the topic of your younger sister Rose?" Baelish directed his smile to the frowning young man before him, twinkling eyes flicking to the boy's gradually tightening fist. He knew that the boy wouldn't resort to violence...as long as he refrained from pushing too far.
At the sound of his sister's name on Baelish's tongue, Jon's jaw tightened as he fixed his glare onto the smug man sitting before him in his family's kitchen casually.
"Stay away from her," He warned angrily. The older man sighed into his coffee, masking his annoyance with a polite smile.
"I assure you, Jon, I only have your sister's best interest in mind," He met the irate boy's gaze calmly, catching the twitch in his jaw with silent amusement.
" I know where your interests rest, and do not rope Rosie into your schemes," His hands slammed on the table as he stared Baelish down.
Baelish watched on in contemplative silence. Foolish child...If only he knew his true interest. The boy would burn in his own rage if he knew how particular his plans were when it came to his very pretty auburn-haired sister. As much as he wished to watch such a spectacle, it was far too early.
"I understand you care dearly for your younger siblings. That is an excellent and rare trait for a young man such as yourself. Your mother and father raised you well," At those low words, the color drained from the boy's face.
"You-" The door opened as Jon took a step towards Baelish, a tired Rickon entering the kitchen with dragging slippered feet.
"Good morning, young man. You rise early," Baelish smiled kindly at the young boy as he rubbed sleep from his young eyes, a lopsided grin growing on the child's face as he perked up upon hearing the praise and seeing the steaming cup in front of Baelish.
"Can I try a little cow-fee? Mum says I can't have any...She says it'll make me crazy…" The young boy moved towards the table, fidgeting and smiling cheekily at a silent Jon and him before Baelish let out a measured chuckle.
"You're mother's right, my boy. I'm afraid the coffee has already gotten to my scheming brain. Just ask your older brother," Baelish teased, his smile growing playful and Rickon giggling in hilarity at the unknown "adult" words as Jon gave the older man a warning look before turning to face his youngest sibling with a forced smile.
"Sorry, Rickon. Your mother said no..." Jon spoke gently, the little boy sighing dramatically and glowering at him before pouting and stomping his way out of the kitchen.
"You're no fun, Jon!"
Baelish smiled as he watched the dramatics unfold. He sighed, lifting his drink to sip its bitter contents in satisfaction at the brooding and glaring young man who was now watching his sibling huff off in dismay.
"Stay away from her," The flustered young man shot daggers at him before turning to follow his younger brother, his final warning hanging idly in the silent domain of the kitchen. Baelish smirked to himself and returned his attention to the morning paper. How lovely it was to have such lively spirits around so early in the morn.
"Fuuucking hell," Rosie grumbled as she tossed and turned in her covers, grasping her fluffy comforter to pull it over her head as the morning light seeped in through her sheer curtains. She settled, humming in content as her poor eyes were rescued from the horribly bright disturbance. As she tried to regain the state of sleep she had been torn from, she heard the knocking of footsteps pattering against the hollow of the wood floor outside her door. She paused, holding her breath to listen. A series of giggles and barks sounded from outside along with more pitter-patters in the opposite direction of the hallway outside. Rosie groaned—siblings. What had possessed the little fiends to rise at such an ungodly hour?
She emerged from her cozy comforter in an irritated flurry, squinting in the light and reaching like a sloth for her phone which sat dangerously far away. Her fingertips barely brushed the phone as her first attempt failed. Damn it. Stretching further, her upper torso began to slip from the safety of the bed and her feet clenched into the mattress in an attempt to stay on. Rosie cursed the fuzzy slipper collection on the floor, the infernal things sat mockingly between her bed and the nightstand. Why had she put them there? What was the point of having a nightstand if she could not reach it from her bed? A loud pop sounded from her arched back. Did I just twist something? Her tired mind danced with questions as she gave up trying to retrieve the damn phone, relaxing her upper body and hanging off the side of the bed like a bent noodle. A sad, bent, phoneless noodle.
Blood rushed to her head as she hung there, too tired to move. Gravity was her enemy now as her legs and feet failed to grip the bed for much longer.
"Shit!" She tumbled down onto the floor, hitting it with a potent thump along with her comforter and a couple of pillows. Maybe she could just sleep down here...She stared up at the ceiling before closing her eyes, not feeling like moving for some reason. Rosie suddenly recognized the familiar dull aching sensation emanating throughout her lower abdomen and back. Cramps. With a grand sigh, she lifted herself from the heap of her own creation, tugging an ankle from the vengeful blanket below as she made her way towards her door. She didn't keep perfect track of her period, but she knew she had been due for it this month. Why did it always seem to show up in the worst of times?
Before opening her bedroom door, she did a once over in the mirror to make sure there were no embarrassing stains of blood on her pastel pajama shorts. The last thing she needed was to permanently scar her siblings with soiled bottoms. Just to be safe, she grabbed a clean pair of older underwear from the drawer and rolled it into an inconspicuous ball in her fist. The bathroom she and Sansa shared was unfortunately not attached to her room, but at least it was just across the hall to the right of her room. It briefly crossed her mind that Baelish might be lurking about, but she shook her head. Fuck it, there was no way he'd be creeping around upstairs.
With a deep inhale, she flung her door open before ever so bravely scurrying to the bathroom. It was eerily quiet in the upstairs hallway despite the racket she had heard just minutes ago. That was kind of strange. Thankfully she reached the bathroom without incident and shut the door behind her before locking it. It was a small victory, but with six unpredictable siblings and six rowdy pups in the house, she would take it.
First she'd have to assess the situation. Her pants may have been unmarked, but perhaps her monthly friend had wreaked havoc on yet another pair of perfectly good underwear. Peeling her bottoms down, she whined at the sight of a wide stain marring the panties. Was it not already enough that she fell from her bed?
Replacing her underwear with the new pair, she opened the top drawer of the cabinet—her and Sansa's designated feminine product cache. Blue eyes opened in disbelief to find the drawer absolutely empty. Wait, what? Her brow furrowed and she chuckled to herself in an attempt to calm down. No, they had to be in another drawer.
"Maybe Sansa moved them?" She laughed in denial as each drawer she opened revealed not a single pad or tampon. Her search went unrewarded, and soon she was digging desperately through the final cabinet filled to the edge with hair products in an attempt to find something. She slumped in her crouched position on the floor, her shorts and underwear hugging her ankles loosely as she found nothing in the mess of fallen hairspray bottles before her.
With a shiver, she realized today could absolutely not get worse if she just stayed in her room and slept. That was the plan...She would go back in her room and look for a pad or tampon in there and if she couldn't find one, she'd text Sansa to bring her some. Quickly, she pulled some toilet paper and piled it up neatly in her fresh underwear before pulling them up along with her shorts. She balled up her bloody underwear and threw them in the empty waste basket. She'd also beg Sansa to dispose of the embarrassing evidence.
She opened the door, making her way back to her room in an awkward shuffle as she successfully managed to keep the toilet paper in place. Rosie quickly shut her door and tore her room apart in an attempt to find a proper replacement for the flimsy toilet paper between her legs. Finding nothing, she dashed to her phone, the screen lighting up to reveal it was nearly nine in the morning now. Strange...she knew she heard her younger siblings running around earlier, but she hadn't seen or heard them again on her failed adventure. Shrugging it off, she texted Sansa her requests, knowing her boy-hungry sister would rise like a Whitewalker of old lore even from a deep sleep to check any text in the hopes it was from that rich little blonde jerk in King's Landing...what was his name again?...Jeffrey?...Jorffrey? She didn't particularly care…
Her phone lit up to reveal a response and she frowned as she read it out loud in disbelief.
"Sorry, talking to Jord-froy?! Ask mom?!" Her voice hissed out incredulously, growing louder and further butchering the blonde prick's name as she began typing her response furiously. She waited...and waited...After a good ten minutes, her shoulders slumped in defeat. Sansa would be on the phone for hours with that little shit. She pulled up her mother's name up on the contact list, knowing her mom despised texting as she pressed the call button. After a few rings, she nearly cried in joy when her mother picked up.
"Mom, are you alone right now?" Rosie asked quietly, hoping her mother wasn't sitting in the presence of Baelish. That man could probably hear a pin drop in a loud room.
"Is something wrong, Rosie?" Her mother asked in concern, and she flinched as she heard her father in the background asking "why Rosie was calling" along with barking and uninhibited giggles. Shit...so that's why it was suddenly so quiet. Everyone was downstairs with the exception of her and Sansa who were both holed up in their rooms for vastly different reasons.
"Ummm mom, where are the...you-know-what…?" She asked cautiously, hoping her mother didn't have her on speaker phone downstairs.
"What? Where are what?" She asked in confusion, and Rosie sighed heavily in defeat.
"Where are the pads, mom? The pads and tampons," She blurted as calmly as possible. Her mom gave a brief sound of understanding and to Rosie's surprise chuckled softly over the sounds of barking and childish play in the background. Rosie frowned in confusion.
"Mom, I'm serious. I reeaaally need something right now…" Hopefully her mother would catch on, but strangely there was a pause. She heard her mother put the phone down, and Rosie could hear what sounded like Rickon and Bran in the background bickering. She frowned, hearing every other word and her mother's voice addressing the children. Rosie held her breath, pressing her ear in the phone in an attempt to decipher the words.
"But muuuum!" She heard Rickon's distinct whine that indicated her mother must have been taking something away from the boy. She heard some faint rustling and her other younger siblings squealing in disappointment. What was going on down there?
"Hello, Rosie? I'll be up right away, okay?" Her mother's voice sounded tersely on the phone once more before the line went dead. Rosie blinked as the call ended and moved to her door to crack it open and peer at the staircase in nervous anticipation. Why did she have a bad feeling?
Soon, she heard the tell-tale sound of footsteps as she saw her mother emerge from the corner of the staircase to ascend the remaining steps. Rosie nearly jumped for joy when she saw what she needed in her mother's hands.
"I'm so sorry dear, we'll have to go out and buy more today," Rosie froze at her mother's words and looked up to meet her mom's apologetic expression.
"What do you mean? How did we possibly run out?" There was no way in the past month or so that her sister had used that many. Her mother smiled with an understanding look.
"You have your younger siblings to thank for that. Your brother let your younger siblings try coffee," Her mother huffed at her own words, not quite believing herself that any child could be that energetic after what her son Robb had told her was "just a little sip for each".
"Robb…?" To be honest, Rosie wasn't sure which brother her mom was angry with, but she was sure it couldn't be Jon since...since her mother didn't exactly see him as one of her own children.
"Who else? My eldest is home for one week and already he stirs up trouble with that Greyjoy friend of his!" Her mother tutted while shaking her head. Rosie went pale at the name. Theon was here. This day could not get any worse, could it?
"Alright, mum, but what does that have to do with...you know?" She gestured to the tampon in her mother's hand before resting her fist on a hip in growing impatience. Knowing Theon was in her house only made her ten times more irritable.
"It's nothing, sweetie. Just...let me get your siblings sorted out," Her mother looked away as barking echoed from downstairs followed by the thumping boom of running.
"Can't catch me!" Rickon's messy haired head emerged as he ascended the staircase and Rosie gasped at the sight.
From neck down to shin his body was covered in...a ridiculously absorbent armor...made of pads...
"What the f-" Rosie paused the much called-for profanity as her mother cleared her throat. Cringing in horror, she watched Bran emerge in pursuit with make-shift tampon flails as his weapons and Arya with her toy sword. How much coffee did Robb let them have?
"Mom! Please tell me nobody saw this…" Rosie wanted to cry as she remembered hearing Theon was at the house today. Her heart almost stopped—Baelish. Baelish was here too.
She stepped forward in frustration and growing embarrassment, snatching the humiliating little pink packet from her mother before retreating to her room, slamming the door shut in mortification. The only thing she needed now was a nice, big rock to climb under…
Today's events were unraveling in a rather interesting manner. The graying man could not help the genuine chuckle that escaped himself as his eyes followed the younger Stark children as they enacted an imaginary battle—at the expense of their dear sister, of course.
His smile only grew at the returning form of Catelyn, having caught the guilty young pack of children as she guided them in hushed reprove.
"I am so sorry, Petyr," The matronly woman shot him a sorry little smile as she calmly ordered the rueful young Starks to clean their mess before apologizing to their sister and guests.
"It is nothing. One forgets in old age how...jovial it was to once see the world through a child's eyes," His eyes crinkled as he gave a teasing smile. "I'm certainly not offended. And I'm certain Rose will forgive the peculiarities of child's play," He concluded smoothly as a look of relief crossed the older woman's face.
"We appreciate it, Petyr. I'm sure my oldest girl can't keep herself stuffed in that room all day," Catelyn turned to her husband, who nodded with a remotely uncomfortable smile in return. Baelish watched intently, knowing fully the apologetic and conservative father did not want to discuss his daughter's situation further.
"I'm certain she will emerge soon. A young adult is in need of nourishment, after all," He chuckled, glancing at the clock with mirthful eyes. Noon was fast approaching, and the girl would want lunch. An idea crossed his mind, and his lips twitched upward.
"Forgive me, my friends, I'll be stepping out briefly for business. I will return before noon," The two nodded in approval and the smiling man bowed cordially before pulling a slick black phone from the pocket of his pressed suit pants to call his driver. With that, he turned away, his amused smirk growing as he walked forward, politely stepping over a small stray tampon as he made his exit.
Scrolling through her phone, Rosie halfheartedly looked at a cute photo of a chubby songbird roosting on its fat butt before sighing to herself as her stomach growled. She rolled over onto her belly, groaning as she tried to stave off the nagging hunger. The beast in her stomach only howled louder. Fuck it, she needed something to eat badly.
Sucking up her pride, she untangled herself from the warm bundle of sheets. Cracking the door open, she was met with silence in the hallway and downstairs. Well, it was now or never. With all the care of a catburglar, she crept down the stairs in her socks as she swiped some bed-tousled auburn waves out of her eyes. The tips of her toes thankfully reached the last step of the staircase when she heard the sliding doors to the kitchen open.
Rosie's eyes locked onto a very familiar figure. Those unruly brown curls...that cocky smirk which revealed the charming hint of a boyish tooth-gap...Shit…
"'Ello, Rosie love...missing something?" The way Theon dragged out her name in suggestion made her burn with anger and she failed to catch his meaning as he leaned down to pull something away from the clutches of Shaggydog's teeth. She only assumed he was referring to the incident between them at a party around a year ago. She didn't want to remember, but cringed in regret as she recalled the ticklish sensation of that moptop against her thighs and that damned tongue slipping through that gap-toothed smirk. That night had been one large awkward session of heavy petting on her part and she didn't want to remember. Instead of getting embarrassed, she glared hard at the older playboy.
"Where's Robb? You do know this isn't your house, right?" Her gaze remained icy as she surveyed the kitchen behind him, not spotting her older brother anywhere. Theon's crooked smirk remained as he twirled the object he had taken from Shaggydog on his index finger.
"I'm making house-calls now, babes. How's my favorite kitten?" Rosie sputtered in disbelief before her glare returned. He was acting all cocky even though she'd never let him make it to homebase.
"Say that again, Greyjoy, and I'll stomp off your sad little prick," She crossed her arms, hating how her comment did nothing to wipe the smirk off his face.
"Ooooh, kinky. You really need to get your eyes checked, Rosie cheeks," Theon lifted the item he had been twirling to his face and took a long sniff. She cringed at the nickname her brothers had given her coming from his sleazy mouth in such a twisted connotation. Wait, what did he say?
"Woah, you're a dirty kitten, aren't you? No wonder you're so moody!" He laughed with a cough, yanking the item away from his nose, the tiny fabric object becoming all the more familiar and obvious to her as Theon suddenly pulled its very elastic band, flinging it towards her with a chuckle.
"Think fast, Bloody Mary!" The color drained from her face and she scrambled to catch the pale scrap of fabric in mortification. Looking down to confirm what was in her grip, she screamed in anger and horror. Yeah, those were most definitely her panties from that morning...with the gigantic stain of ugly dried period blood.
"What the fuck, Theon?! What is wrong with you?!" She quickly crumpled them up in her fist, rushing forward to punch his chest and shoulders with her free hand.
"Haha, owwww. Don't get mad, it's a natural part of the female reprod-" A nice, hard slap met his face, instantly killing his next dirty sentence. Rosie backed away from him, huffing in anger as tears pricked her eyes. Before his grin could grow once more as he recovered, she shoved his chest away.
"I will get Robb. Won't be so kinky then, will it?" She threatened, not really wanting to involve her older brother, but wanting to finally shut the perverted playboy down. It just wasn't going to happen.
Theon's eyes widened before he rolled them in annoyance and rubbed his reddening cheek.
"You'll come around when you get cold and hungry, little stray" A lewd smirk escaped him before he sauntered past her away from the kitchen in temporary defeat. She quickly kicked his leg as he retreated for good measure, but she could practically feel the grin radiating from him as he kept walking in silence. Thank the Gods he kept his mouth shut.
Rosie walked forward into the kitchen, wrapping the bloody underwear in paper towels before making her way towards the sealed waste bin. Time to bury these. She threw them in, glaring at Shaggydog in warning as she did so, knowing he had probably dug them up from the upstairs bathroom. With a sigh of relief, she turned to scavenge for food in the cabinets only to see the figure of Baelish in the doorway. Her eyes trailed down, lighting up as she spotted a large paper bag in his arms with the signature Hot Pie namebrand across it. Her stomach grumbled in anticipation as she caught the scent of warm, comforting made-from-scratch chicken pot-pies within.
"I've brought lunch, my dear. Of course, there is plenty for all of your siblings as well," In that moment, Baelish may as well have been bathed in holy light seeing as he and the takeout bag were the only beacons of hope she had seen in this horrid day.
Without a thought, she skipped forward in glee to quickly wrap her arms around the wonderful, wonderful man before taking the even more appealing bag of food. Hunger and hormones were a destructive combination as she forgot her hard feelings at once.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She nearly cried as she placed the warm bag on the counter, taking out a freshly made chicken pot-pie in a snug container. Rosie wanted to laugh and cry at the same time as she tore a fork out and took a bite.
"It is my pleasure," Baelish chuckled cordially, observing closely as the young woman moaned at the first bite slipping past her lips to meet her tongue. His eyes trailed down, lingering on her smooth folded legs as she plopped her pliable body carelessly on a high barstool. A kitten indeed.
Sooo...Baelish definitely was eavesdropping on Theon and Rosie before he made himself known. Take it or leave it, Theon and her did hook up in the past buuuuut I kept it relatively vague. I'll reveal more about their hookup in a later chapter when Baelish encounters Theon or if (cringe/embarrassment) Robb finds out. I mean...would YOU want anyone to know you rolled around with Theon Greyjoy especially a family member? NOPE. Let me know cause I'm curious. If nobody found out, who would you secretly hook up with in the GOT universe? I'd want Euron Greyjoy and nobody would find out cause I'd probably get murdered, but It'd be so worth it, tbh...Don't judge...Also...A girl wants to bang Jaqen H'ghar...anyone else? Uuuugh I really want to write fanfictions for all these dirty, handsome men. Till next update, guys. Fun fact, I listened to Gorgeous by Taylor Swift on repeat writing this chapter. Give it a listen cause it's new and reminds me of how I feel about Baelish and most attractive older men.
