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Post Series End Game: Arya and Gendry Live Happily Ever After in Storm’s End

With the Long Night at an end, the heroines and heroes of the struggle gained rewards and appointments from Queen Daenerys Targaryen. As the natural son of Robert Baratheon, Gendry was the logical choice to take up the lordship of the Stormlands. Though uneducated, he was quick to learn. More than that, his wife, Arya of House Stark, proved more than willing to administrate as he learned how to govern. Together, they ruled from Storm’s End for decades. Though Arya never forgot her home in the North, returning every so often with her pups to visit her brothers and their children in Winterfell. 

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Just give me one good movie kiss and I'll be alright.

I've been sitting on this for a while. I just really wanted a mid-battle Gendrya kiss.

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Tom winked at her as he sang - A Storm of Swords, Arya IV

#gendrya #this is beautiful

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She could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs.

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Arya Stark + overlooked aspects

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arya and gendry + christmas aesthetic

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in a faith forgotten land in from the snow your touch brought forth an incandescent glow

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Gendry has never been sure of who he is. Blessed with incredible strength he toils in a forge creating weapons and armor, unaware that he is the half mortal son of a god - the king of all gods. Until one day when his master sends him away to keep him from harm. For Gendry’s stepmother has a plan to seize power from her husband and to ensure her children’s claim she must dispose of Robert’s numerous bastards. But it takes an extraordinary assassin to kill one with the blood of the gods running through their veins. 

Arya was born a spirited goddess of the wilds, but tragedy drove her from the forests and wolves, deep into the underworld where she serves the god of death. She tries to forget who she used to be and brings his gift to those chosen. Arya has never failed to collect the god’s due and Gendry is her latest target. But when she meets the blacksmith demigod and gets close to him she starts to doubt her ability to complete her grim task. The god of death demands a life, however, and it will take something truly heroic to save them both. 

Arya, when I’m with you, I-I don’t feel so alone.

Sometimes it’s better to be alone.

What do you mean?

Nobody can hurt you.

ARYA AND GENDRY: HERCULES AU 

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After the War of Dawn, King Brandon gives the free folk lands in the Gift for farming, hoping that they can remain allies, and to remind the realm who the true nemesis is. In their settlements, the once called wildlings attempt to live under his rule, while preserving something from their culture. Ser Gendry of the Hollow Hill is drawn into their fading way of life, and decides to make a home with them, lending his valuable skill as a blacksmith, a craft the free folk mostly has not mastered. Meanwhile, his childhood friend, Arya Stark, a war heroine and the king’s sister, is sent on a secretive mission to investigate the source of a number of raids in the Gift, and runs into the blacksmith, who has found a new meaning for life, which happens to match her own needs.

insp by this post;

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She is kind, he is free, full of knowing

He is kind, she is free and wants to show him

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ARYA & GENDRY + relationship development

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Years passed, and Arya grew to find Storm’s End as beautiful as the Winterfell of her childhood.

#love this so much!!

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OH MY FUCKING GOD! 🥵🥵🥵

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Game of Thrones ( Tv Series 2011-2019)

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Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? Ygritte arousing thoughts of Arya Stark from Jon Snow

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Arya and Gendry + the five love languages  

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Chapters of A Song of Ice & Fire - A Storm of Swords - Arya XI      The camp had become a battlefield. No, a butcher’s den. The flames from the feasting tents reached halfway up the sky. Some of the barracks tents were burning too, and half a hundred silk pavilions. Everywhere swords were singing. And now the rains weep o’er his hall, with not a soul to hear.