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=Correcting the impolite language used to describe the other’s parent despite it not being untrue & for the love of someone they miss =
“Stoneheart. Is that who you mean?” Lord Randyll had spoken of her back at Maidenpool. “Lady Stoneheart.” “Some call her that. Some call her other things. The Silent Sister. Mother Merciless. The Hangwoman.” [Gendry]
“Master Mott said Thoros could outdrink even King Robert. They were pease in a pod, he told me, both gluttons and sots.” “You shouldn’t call the king a sot.” Maybe King Robert had drunk a lot, but he’d been her father’s friend.
#Day 3: Parents#bookgendryamonth2023#arya stark#book arya stark#gendry#gendry waters#robert baratheon#catelyn tully stark#lady stoneheart#ned stark#gendrya#bookgendrya#gendry x arya#arya x gendry#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire
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Cuddling With You (Gendrya One Shot)
I needed to write something so here is a one-shot gendrya fic based on the following tumblr prompt: You woke me up screaming from a nightmare, and I’m tired, so let’s cuddle so the nightmares don’t come anymore.
Ao3 Link Here
Gendry Baratheon was sleeping on his side, dreaming that odd dream again where he’s slaying zombie-like creatures with something he heard himself saying was a Hammer. It was dark as night, and he could barely see anything in front of him when he heard something in the back of him. He turned quickly and saw a zombie creature running zigzag towards him when he heard a yell. It pulled him from his nightmarish dream as he turned on his right side and saw his fiancé, Arya Stark, yell in her sleep. Her eyes were closed, and her arms were on their sides, tightly gripping the duvet.
“No!!” She continued to yell.
“Arya? Arya?!” Gendry said as he tried shaking her awake.
Arya moved her head, side to side, eyes still closed as she began to cry.
“Sweetheart, please wake up!” Gendry said in her ear. He stopped shaking her when he saw her eyes start to flutter open. When her eyes stared back at his, he soothed her by gently rubbing up and down her arm. “There you are, beautiful.”
Arya tried to catch her breath as she saw Gendry’s concerning stare. “Gendry?” she questioned as she looked out and saw the sun was not out yet. It was still dark and cloudy. Other than her hard breathing, she heard the the falling rain from outside. Gendry’s voice brought her attention back to him.
“Are you okay?” He asked, stroking her cheek with his index finger.
Arya only nodded. She leaned into him, her lips feather-kissed his hand, down to his wrist. Gendry gently pulled her to him as he lay back down, placing her cheek on his naked chest. She kissed his warm smooth skin before cuddling next to him.
“I dreamt of him, again.” Arya closed her eyes and took a deep breath before letting it out.
Gendry sighed, knowing what she dreamt of, “I’m sorry you keep having that nightmare.”
“Me too,” Arya whispered. She kissed his skin again and then lightly traced her fingers along his skin.
She closed her eyes and saw her father on that one summer morning by the lake, months past. One minute he was standing there, looking out at the woodland ahead, past the lake, and the next moment he collapsed in front of her, one hand over his heart, his other hand reached for hers. What she saw next in the nightmare that troubled her since that morning were images of her father that never happened. It was as if they were from another era. She saw him lose a swordfight and getting stabbed in the heart, a bow and arrow shooting him in the back, he on his knees, his hands shackled, as a sword point touched his neck before it was raised—Arya shuddered as she opened her eyes. “I was the only one with him,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s not fair.”
“At least he wasn’t alone,” Gendry said as he gently massaged the base of her head.
Arya needed to remember that. At least she was with him as he drew his last breath. Arya held his hand even after she felt his go slack in hers. She took a deep breath again and let it out as she continued to cuddle next to Gendry. “I miss him,” she whispered.
“I know,” Gendry whispered back. He continued to soothe her as he ran his hand over her back to her hip and back up underneath the t-shirt she wore.
Arya was comforted by his touch as she felt sleepy again. “Thank you again for this.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he said, and he meant it.
Arya half-smiled and all of a sudden felt warm. She was wearing one of Gendry’s music band t-shirts. She needed to feel cool, so she abruptly lifted the t-shirt over her head and threw it on the ground. She sighed with relief, pushing her bare breasts out as she said, “That feels better.” She lied back down and reached for Gendry.
He leaned over her, and before their lips touched, Arya whispered, “I love you.”
Gendry kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip. He gently kissed her as he brought Arya back to his side. “I love you, too,” he said.
She ran her fingers through his dark hair. “Make me forget,” she said between kisses.
Gendry moaned as he felt Arya’s hands down his waist, pushing down his boxers. The sleepiness he felt earlier was soon gone as he said, “I promise I’ll make you forget...I promise...Arya,” he said at last as he brought her on top of him.
#gendrya#arya x gendry#one shot#fanfic#dreams and nightmares#cuddling & snuggling#loss of a parent#comfort#based on a tumblr prompt#my fanfic
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i'm going to call this post book!gendrya for dummies (it's me i'm the dummy): i had always loved the parallel that gendrya share about being the third born child (we are five books in, and still to this moment we don't have another baratheon bastard introduced to us that's older than gendry, so the order for me is: mya, bella and gendry) and (if we go with the r+l=j theory, jon obviously is not ned's son... so we have robb, sansa and arya) but something that has never ocurred to me before, is that we obviously already know the plot point of "the seed is strong" and we have gendry directly telling ned how his mother used to have yellow/blond hair (this is my own headcanon, but i like to think that she had brown eyes as well) meaning that all children sired by robert baratheon shared his hair colour and eyes colour, so gendry in his colouring and looks does not resemble at all his mother and we know exactly the same thing about arya, how of all of the catelyn tully/stark's children, she's is the only one that has none of her mother's looks, she and jon had the stark look, long face and grey eyes, like her father (and jon's mother) and like all of the starks of old time (karstarks included), and meanwhile genetics in asoiaf had always been somehow really wonky if compared to how genetics work in real life, it always interested me this fact about arya, one could simply said that arya having stark's looks and colouring is to help the narrative of arya feeling like an outsider in her own family, just like jon, and to establish even more how deeply the jon/arya bond runs, even when she knows both of her parents, and it's a true-born daughter. so this post was me discovering another gendrya parallel shared between them, i don't think it's really important but hey, it's still there alright
#and yeah i know that mostly the conversation about gendrya's looks is centered about how they look like lyanna and robert reborn#and i absolutely think that part of their looks will come to play in the next books#like arya wears the north in her face and you mean to tell me no one is going to notice that a false arya was in her stead#if arya and gendry were lyanna and robert reborn i wouldn't even ship it in the first place#is so dear to me the fact of how gendry is the complete antithesis of robert baratheon#and now going to my own headcanon territory:#that's why i prefer to depict arya with a chesnut shade of brown hair#like catelyn's genes were really strong no joke about it#so that's why i like to think that arya subtlely has hair a shade lighter than jon due to her mother's genes#in the same way canonically jon has a darker shade of grey eyes#arya with chesnut brown hair is my way of potraying one of my favourites arya's quotes#“the woman is important too”#is this post completely self-indulgent? of course#i'm just here to post my s!ms and make self-indulgent posts#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#house stark#arya stark#gendry#gendrya#arya x gendry#gendry x arya
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I've been feeling a little... well, awful, and to fix what I can of my mood, I've been writing something very atypical--for me, at least. mostly because my typical is working on whatever I already have going on and I have some thing on my plate already. It's outlined and advanced on writing, but I wanted to take a time before actually publishing it. However, it doesn't hurt to share a little something, right? So here you can see, the opening scene of A LADY'S TRADE, a regency gendrya fic:
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A LADY'S TRADE
Jon didn’t know quite well what to expect when he received a message from Arya calling him to talk business.
In all honesty, he simply could not predict much from his cousin—more like sister—of late. They had spent so long apart that now he could hardly recognize her. When they parted, she was a small girl and now she was a grown woman.
It was disturbing, to say the very least.
Admittedly, their whole lives had been disturbing thus far.
After all, they had all been split up from a young age, when it was too dangerous to be named Stark, after the Lannisters managed to usurp the Throne and persecuted all of them, and sent to each end of Westeros, disguised and, hopefully, safe.
It was only recently, when Daenerys Targaryen had taken her rightful crown, that the remaining Starks had been reunited again.
There were only five of them now. Jon, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon, trying to get acquainted to each other once more after years apart with not one word of one another.
Bran and Rickon were off at school while Jon tried his best to manage everything that was left for them.
That’s why when Arya called him to talk business, he knew at least that she meant something related to inheritance.
What he did not expect was for her to say, “I want to get married”
Jon stares at her, waiting for the moment she’ll beam and say it’s all a jest with him, but she keeps solemn.
In a business expression.
Seven hells.
“I’m sorry?”
“I said I want to get married,” she repeats, unfazed. “I figured I’m already of marrying age and should take action on it”
“You’re younger than Sansa and she’s not wed yet,” Jon points without thinking. “And you might want to take one year or two to enjoy the comforts of our recent safety without feeling like you need to chase after a betrothal”
“There is no comfort I want and can enjoy as an eligible lady that I couldn’t take pleasure as a married one,” she says and Jon looks at her, really looks at her.
She’s still a small thing if compared to the rest of them, short and skinny, although now her presence fills the entire drawing room, commanding and determined. She’s all conviction, and he can see that she has really thought that through. It’s not an impulse, it’s not something she feels obliged to do.
Arya really and simply just wants to marry.
He never thought he’d live to see this day.
“Very well,” he concedes, sinking into an armchair, not knowing how to deal with the news standing. “So, you want to get married”
She sighs in exasperation, “Yes, Jon, for goodness’s sake, that is what I said”
“Forgive me if I wasn’t prepared!”
Arya sits in a three-placed sofa next to him and keeps silent for a moment, to which Jon is grateful, because his brain is trying to process what exactly this means.
It takes a while, but he revisits the whole process in his brain. When a young eligible lady wishes to be wed, she needs a dowry, which isn’t a problem, thanks to Arya’s parents, who organized the heritage of each of their children before passing.
She also needs permission from her family and from her legal tutor. For Arya, that meant him. Not that he was the heir of all the Stark estate, but he was the only member of the family alive, legal, and available to deal with such matters. He had spent the last months learning the letters and numbers required for such a job while Bran—the official heir to the House Stark, still too young to take his task in his hands— was still at university.
Having all of that already prepared, there was only one thing to be taken care of, and Jon realized that was probably the lead subject when the theme was planning to get married.
“I suppose we’ll have to discuss the best available suitors for you,” he suggests hesitantly, feeling the uncomfortableness of discussing such matters with someone he had thought a little child for so long. He never thought he would have such a conversation with Arya Stark of all ladies.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” the girl smiles wolfishly and sinks into the sofa, completely relaxed, her crossed arms in not a very ladylike posture. “I already know who I want as my husband”
There should be no room for doubt in the way she speaks, and yet Jon thinks he never doubted so much his own beliefs until this moment.
It wasn’t even just because Arya was his little cousin anymore—but it was still a factor that would most probably plague him for a very long time yet—because he could put that aside for a moment to try and evaluate the subject.
It was that Arya Stark was a young woman who barely ever engaged in social events ever since they had been reunited. As a wealthy and infamous family that was recently involved in such an altercation, House Stark was in no short demand of invitations for social gatherings, and yet Arya avoided most of them, allegedly to avoid the whispers that followed them wherever they went. She did join Sansa once or twice, but the occasions were rare.
Jon never knew her to fed the attention of any men who might have courted her. And yet, she had already a suitor in mind.
“And who might he be, dare I ask?”
“Do you, by any chance, know the Heddle family?”
“I do,” he answers, thinking of the Crossroads Inn, known throughout Westeros and kept by the Heddles.
“And do you know that their eldest daughter, Jeyne, is engaged?”
Jon frowns, unsure where this is going, “Yes, I’ve seen the lady with her fiancé. I even met Mr. Waters on occasion.”
Arya smiles.
“He’s the man I want as my husband”
Jon blinks.
Now this for sure was the jest he thought was coming before because there’s no way in the Seven Hells this is really happening to him…
“I beg your pardon?”
Her smile doesn’t faulters for a second, “I have the entire ordeal already planned, Jon, so listen carefully and assist me, because my mind is made and will not waver”
When she explains, all Jon can think is how there was no letters or numbers who could have prepared him to deal with Arya Stark.
#yes I had to already share the cover as well because who am I if not a fanfic cover maker before a fanfic writer lmao#gendrya#gendrya fanfiction#fanfiction snippet#arya x gendry#gendry x arya#fanfic#fanfic life#f: a lady's trade#arya stark#gendry waters#gendry baratheon
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What do you think about Arya? In general or endgame or whatever you feel like going into king
LOVE ARYA feral little genderfreak going through identity issues and parental grief HES LITERALLY ME.... i say im theonkin but i KNOW im aryakin.
i♡arya though im not a huge fan of most interpretations of her, ESPECIALLY the show interpretation.
ARYA'S MURDEROUS TENDENCIES ARE BAD. SHE IS A LITTLE GIRL WITH A FAMILY AND SHR IS 9 AND SHE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO MURDER PEOPLE TO SURVIVE. it is fucked! it is fucked its not awesome and slay and girlboss. ok it is a little and i hope she kills more evil people BUT LIKE NARRATIVELY IT IS BAD!
i also like reading her through the Gender Lens!! shes assigned female at birth and assigned traits and assigned a life path and she does not fucking want it! she doesnt have the words yet cos theyre Literally not invented but her struggle with identity is more linked to her name (stark) than to 'returning' to her gender idk if that makes sense. it does to me♡
i dont think she's sailing west. i think itd be very odd for her to do so since shes finally found her family and finally found her home again. i dont think its terribly out of character for her, but i always kinda liked the idea of her becoming an outlaw robin hood type? like a bwb ending. i havent like thought of it analytically i just think its fun and she's have fun doing that.
i dont think she'll settle down with gendry and rule as the lady of storms end with gendry legitimised and they have 10 kids all named eddard and catelyn and robb and nymeria. i think the asos gendrya stuff is sweet but i think its grrm gardening more than grrm laying down arya's endgame. i think gendrya's cute tho!!! shes just like 10 rn so ew, but i wouldnt be mad at a gendrya endgame :)
i believe she will encounter lady stoneheart. idk how but i think she will!! i want her to hug her mother i want LSH to feel love and peace in her unbeating heart.
ALSO AND THIS IS FANSERVICEY BUT I WANT HER TO SEE NYMERIA AGAIN.... i think its a good Seeing Yourself moment. like she can never return to who she was before. scream!
also i use she her pronouns for arya cos its like. fucking canon. but i see her as agender or some such flavour of genderfuckery.... for like a week in middle school she's wolfgender and goes by paw/paws/pawself and howl/woofs/barkself and no one can tell if shes serious or being a dick to people with neopronouns. but she was somewhat serious she was trying it out but her teachers were dicks and wouldnt do it so she figured it wasnt worth the fuss. i also think she's a furry OK insane tangent done
#arya stark#ask#anonymous#also omg the elation i felt at bring called king... this gender shit kinda awesome ngl THANK U ANON I LOVE U I TRUST U WITH MY LIFE♡#tagging arya feels both brave and reckless. stans i swear to god i like her. just cos i think Lady Arya of Storms End is a bit lame doesnt#mean i hate her. i love her i see myself in her. she is my everything♡
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was on a little walk listening to "Running up that Hill" and because I'm having an unfortunate asoiaf/gendrya relapse, my mind connected the two. the song (being about the wish to understand the others' perspective) loosely applies to Gendry and Arya in ASOS, I think!
Arya doesn't fully understand the class difference or Gendry's outlook on it, she thus misinterprets his decision to join the Brotherhood as him leaving her. The biggest miscommunication, aside from him leaving her has got to be the Peach ("too bloody lowborn to be kin to m'lady high") with Arya lacking the understanding of class and sexuality that Gendry has and thus both incensing him and being perplexed and confused at his anger.
Another thing is that Gendry can't fully see things from Arya's perspective either, as far as being a lady goes. He can't fully reconcile her relation to Hoster Tully and the role her family played in the war with what he actually knows of her nature and morality and starts eyeing her when it comes up and ocasionally throwing her status in her face. He also kind of tries to reassure her re: Jon and Ned and Ashara by being like "well they're dead now" and just overall doesn't seem to get it?
Also the running/ hill/road imagery might have played a part :) !
i thought i was mostly out for a minute but then something happened and now im obsessed again lmao. that evil old man is holding us hostage! running up that hill (a deal with god) definitely works for arya/gendry. i love it. the conflicts in their relationship are caused by misunderstanding as a result of their different perspectives on class among other things. all relationships have conflict bc all people are complex and nobody has the same exact pov. thats literally what defines asoiaf. even arya and gendry's song, within the text, is about that. he wants to live in a castle and she wants to live in the forest. their love isnt in question just their different perspectives on living arrangements.
on the issue of class for arya it’s not just that she was raised being allowed to socialize with anyone regardless of class. she’s also spent a lot of formative time as a member of the smallfolk, essentially. she has gone hungry, she has worked as a slave, worn rags, ect. to begin with she always felt like a bad lady and an outsider. the line is more blurred for her than almost any other character. she doesn't feel like it effects their relationship. she tells him come to winterfell with me and stay!!!! not realizing the inherent class division is a major problem.
to be fair arya doesn’t even understand why she’s upset by the idea her father loved a woman before her mother. but thats another place where their povs are different. arya’s parents had a loving marriage that she, honestly, idolizes. gendry is the bastard child of a deadbeat and a woman who died when he was small.
i’d add that arya herself has a difficult time reconciling the crimes committed by her brother and grandfather’s armies. i would actually argue its more difficult for her. arya almost broke down when confronted with that. this isnt something they're truly at odds about. when arya gives the northmen mercy she does so from gendry's shoulders. idt he throws her status in her face on account of the war crimes but yeah, gendry does try to find an alternate path to serving the high lords. of course, the bwb become corrupted and now he’s serving "m'lady" despite his earlier protests. in a way they kinda did swap places? gendry is loyal to her mother on this mission to kill the freys and lannisters while arya is attempting to forsake it all. i don’t think it’s a coincidence they both ended up in murder gangs either. when they’re reunited they will be able to understand each other better.
#i have a post in my drafts rn#that addresses this theme#and now i have a better idea of the point i wanted to make#so thank you!#ask
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What are your thoughts on Rhaegar? I tried to like him since all my fellow Arya stans love him. Maybe if he wasn't married to Elia I would have liked him but I can't forget he did nothing to save his wife and children
I could not care less about Rhaegar beyond the role he plays in our main character's stories. I'll reblog posts that frame him in a more positive light if the posts are Jonrya focused, because Jonrya is my focus. I'll reblog posts that frame him in a negative light for the same reason. I think people who are obsessed with him either as stans or antis have a right to do so, but he doesn't interest me beyond that.
I think Jon and Arya, and Dany, Bran, and Tyrion, for that matter, are interesting in their own right and way too many fans just want to reduce them to reflections of the previous generation, rather than accepting that the previous generation are instead the current generation's shadows. I've even seen people claiming that the actual main characters are mere windows into the dead ones, which doesn't resonate with me at all.
But then, I also don't think people are all that invested in Rhaegar, or Lyanna, or Elia, or any of our dead progenitors, for the actual canon content. I think they're interested for the same reason that the Marauder era is so popular w HP fans - it's blank enough for fans to radically project on, while retaining strong imagery that can unite their fantasies. Transformative fandom is fine, but this doesn't appeal to me personally.
I will say that it's very easy to romanticize characters like Rhaegar and villify characters like Ned, for the same reason that it's easy to make excuses for deadbeats and absentees, and criticize the parent who sticks around, lmao. If liking Rhaegar means hating Ned, I definitely don't. Ned's not beyond reproach - none of the characters are and that's the entire point - but he's not the terrible, foolish failure some people like to paint him as.
I fully expect to lose some followers for this - frankly, some of them should unfollow me! I get it - if the reason you're here is you like Rhaegar and Lyanna, if you only care about Jonrya because of them, or if you multiship Jon but hate Gendrya with a passion, this probably isn't the place for you. And if you hate Rhaegar likewise - I try only to make content for what I care about, and for what interests me.
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🌈, 😚, 🌾
(on a side note hi there this is random but I just wanna say I absolutely adore your drabbles aghh❤️❤️ )
🌈 Your favorite tropes to write about?
I'm gonna have to go with a meet-cute! I don't know how much of a trope that is, but that's def my fave so far, haha.
😚 A fic you like writing more than other fics?
I don't write too many full out fics, I would say one-shots are more my thing. But we'll say my gendrya fic, Let's Meet in the Middle which is the only multi-chapter fic I'm writing as of currently!
🌾 A fic you really want to write but you haven’t (yet)?
I had a headcanon session with some anons a few years ago about how the Strix plot in TO would've been such a cool plot to bring Caroline in with. It's an idea I got because we were complaining about how we wished the TVD Augustine plot would've been Caroline's instead of Elena's. It was a society basically that tied back to idk if both her parents or just her dad, but basically he knew about vampire's and what not??
Now Bill when he found out Caroline was a vampire, legitimately believed he could get her to stop feeding on blood completely??? I can't remember if he said he'd seen it be done but he did for sure think it was possible and seemed to know how to go about it. Also he knew how to resist compulsion! The Strix, was a elitist vamp society basically that Elijah founded and who the first vampire he sired was in charge of when we meet him. And theeeey had a guy in there who only fed on the blood of enemies he beat in a fight??? And they said it'd been decades since he fed by that point. Plus, Tristan also knew how to resist compulsion. SO we created a little headcanon plot nugget of if the Srix are where Bill learned that from and wouldn't it have been neat if they knew who Caroline was.
So I've always wanted to write that canon divergence of TO with an addition of Klaroline ofc. But I would need to rewatch TO to do and it eughhhh, I don't wannaaaaaa lmao. I'd love to try and write it one day though!
Also thank you sooo much, lovely! I'm hoping you mean my AO3 one-shots cause I've improved a great deal from what I used to write on here, lmaooo. Whichever one-shots they are though, I thank you immensely!
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I have a headcanon that Arya and Gendry had like four kids (sansa and Jon were probably like wtf) and they had three boys and then a girl. The oldest and youngest have the Baratheon look, while the middle kids have the Stark look.
I even tried coming up with names lmao so these are the names:
• Robb
• Eddard
• Can’t think of a third boy name any ideas lmao
• Shireen (because my girl needs to be honoured)
Shireen wants to work as a blacksmith like Gendry (I bet even though he’s now a lord he still sneaks away to be in the forge lol) so I can just imagine her as a little girl trying to join her dad in the forge.
#game of thrones#game of thrones headcanon#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#headcanons#gendry waters#gendry baratheon#arya stark#gendrya au#gendrya headcanon#gendrya as parents#gendry x arya#arya x gendry#gendrya#they’re in love and have a family#I’m telling you she sailed and then came back#still not sure on the third name#I was thinking maybe rickon or benjen#maybe even a variation of Sandor#because sandor was arya’s surrogate dad imo#this is just a dumb headcanon because I’m still sad about their ending after years#let’s pray that it works out in the books
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barra: i can’t believe you have a crush on my favourite teacher
gendry:
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my world goes soft (before the storm) by @thelandofnothing for @fineosaur on Ao3
You swear you've had enough, you're ready to give up
On that little lie they call love, then out of the blue clear sky
Fallin' right into your hands, like rain on the desert sand
It's the last thing you had planned out of the blue clear sky
Here she comes a walkin' talkin' true love
Sayin' I been lookin' for you love
Surprise your new love has arrived
Out of the blue clear sky
#Gendrya#mood board ads#fic recs#MWGSBTS#Arya Stark#Gendry Waters#Barra Waters#teacher romance#brother not a parent#AxG#Arya and Gendry#Gendry and Arya#second for Tara#bc she's amazing
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But you can be my forest love,
and me your forest lass
- ASOS, Arya IV
I’m very happy to announce I’ll be hosting Book Gendrya Month from the 1st - 31st of August 2023. As the title suggests this will only involve Arya & Gendry’s relationship and their characters from the books. I hope you will join me in sharing your gifs, fanfics, meta’s, art,etc. I would only ask that you refrain from using the show actors.
Please use the #bookgendryamonth2023 tag so I can find your work.
Prompts:
Trust
Loyalty
Parents
Red Comet/ Weirwood Stumps
Realities of War
Quick vs. Strong
Harrenhal
Romantic Tropes
Historical/TV/Film/Book Parallels
Arya’s Pack
Religion/Magic
Vengeance vs. Justice
Class Differences
Brotherhood
Parallels
Acorn Hall
Jealousy
Anti Parallels
Guilt
Inn at the Crossroads
Soft/Humorous moments
Disillusionment with Knights/Knighthood 
History Rhymes but does not Repeat
Reunion Speculation
War for the Dawn/TWOW
End Game Speculation
Modern AU
Different Fictional World AU
Historical AU
Canon Divergence AU
Free Choice
#bookgendryamonth2023#arya stark#book arya stark#gendry#gendry waters#arya x gendry#gendry x arya#gendrya#bookgendrya#bookaryaxgendry#bookgendryxarya#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones
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The Feel Of Rain
Based on a Tumblr prompt: Having fun in the rain
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It was going to rain. Arya Stark could feel it. She looked out her window at the dark clouds above. She had a view of the village that was miles away. It was near the New Year; Christmas lights were still lighting the main town square and homes near.
For decades past, it always snowed in the village of Winterfell this time of the year. But--This year, it was different.
Arya heard her bedroom door open, but she didn’t turn around. She knew who it was even before she felt an arm wrap around her waist. She interlocked her fingers with his.
“You doing okay?” Gendry asked.
Arya looked away from the window and looked at her boyfriend. She looked into his kind eyes and shrugged. “For the past ten minutes, I’ve been looking out the window, at the front gate, waiting for them to open to see my father drive in...” Arya stopped, feeling the tears return. “I miss him,” she said with a sad smile.
Gendry nodded. “I miss him too.” He wrapped his arms around Arya in a hug, feeling her hug him back. He kissed the top of her head and looked out the window just in time to see the first sprinkles fall.
Hearing the rain, Arya turned around, half-amazed. She heard Gendry whisper, “I can’t believe it’s raining-- It should be—”
“Snowing,” Arya finished. She looked at the Weirwood tree near the front and smiled at the rain touching the red leaves. “Let’s go,” she said, grabbing Gendry’s hand and leading him out the door.
Shocked, Gendry asked, “Arya, where are we going?” He looked down. “You forgot your shoes!”
As they approached the Weirwood tree, Arya felt the cool grass and wet dirt at her feet. She let go of Gendry’s hand and lifted her arms in the air. She closed her eyes and felt the raindrops hit her face, her eyelids, her lips.
A memory of her and her father came to her when she was a young girl: She would hide behind the Weirwood tree when they played hide and seek. She would look around the tree at her father calling her name and looking for her. Another memory came to mind—It was just two months ago. She and her father sat in front of this tree. It was days before Ned Stark would leave this world. Arya sat beside him, with her head on his shoulder, looking ahead. At the time, it was hard to think of a world without her father—A time when she would call him, and he would not answer.
Gendry wore a sweatshirt with a hood over his head. He stared at Arya, her arms in the air, then slowly putting them down. She raised one hand to touch the tree. He knew she was thinking of her father. Her eyes were closed, and she had a slight smile on her face. She looked beautiful, he thought. He took down his hood and instantly felt the rain in his hair.
“Gendry!” He looked at Arya, and she was grinning at him. It felt such a long time since he last saw Arya look happy and hopeful. He nodded at her.
Arya stuck out her tongue and slightly shivered in feeling the raindrops on her tongue. “This feels amazing, doesn’t it?”
Gendry stuck out his tongue and liked this feeling of being carefree for a little while. “It does,” he said. He took Arya’s hand in his and squeezed gently.
Arya looked at him and gave a sly grin. She raised her other hand and caressed his cool cheek before kissing him. He instantly responded, kissing her back. As they kissed, they moved a few steps towards the tree, where her back rested against it,
Arya broke their kiss and looked up at the sky. “I don’t know why I’m even saying this or if I would believe it, but it feels like my father has something to do with this," she said.
“The rain?”
Arya nodded. “I know—it’s silly.”
Gendry caressed her chin with his thumb. He shook his head. “It’s not silly. I could believe it.”
Arya gave him a half-smile. She leaned close and kissed him again. “I know we’re so wet, but stay with me here just a bit longer?”
Gendry stared into Arya’s eyes and said, “Always.” He leaned down and met his lips with hers. They continued to kiss as the rain fell on them and all of Winterfell.
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Gendry reminds me of my dad
There, I said it.
Or my dad reminds me of Gendry, I guess.
I first noticed when we were doing some work on our property and we used iron rods as markers and my 54-year old dad used this massive sledgehammer to pound them into the ground. He raised it over his head and slammed it down like it was nothing, not once missing the rod. All the while, I had to hold it steady, trusting him not to hit my head or hands and I wasn't afraid for even a second.
Now, my dad is about 6'2, broad stature and has short cropped black hair (no blue eyes though, no idea where I got them from 🤔). He is the softest human I know (he can be grumpy though) and has been with my mother since he was 17.
The best part?
HE IS A TRAINED LOCK SMITH!
My fondest childhood memories of him are him smelling of steel and sparks and watching him welding in our open barn. Sometimes there even were soot stains. That scent still clings to his work clothes and it is the most comforting smell for me.
And while typing this I realise my mum has some Arya traits, too. Like, when they first met, my dad sat in her spot and since he wouldn't move, she just sat in his lap. She was 14.
Right after, my dad told his best friend that he was going to marry her.
#help my parents are gendrya#this is me coping#i know it sounds weird#how did i turn out as brienne of tarth then?#there is more#who's writing it?#gendrya prompt#i have a photo of him asleep in a wheelbarrow#tell me that's not gendry energy#trivia tuesday#i guess
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My Gendrya Valentine is the lovely @coffeexwhiskey! Happy Valentine’s Day!
i’m not sure exactly what this drabble is, it sort of just sprung forth from my mind, lol. i hope you enjoy and have a great day!
The grass rustles softly as a breeze runs by, a chill moving through it’s damp tufts and biting at Arya’s covered legs.
She tilts her head back, letting it run over her—letting the North run over her.
The smell has dissipated but the image is still burned behind her eyelids. Piles upon piles of bodies—bodies she’d known—going up in flames. She hadn’t cried in so long, not since Braavos, but she’d cried that night; let it all out, the exhaustion, the sadness, the relief.
She feels tears prick at her eyes even now, unbidden as if now that she’s started again she’ll never put a stopper in it—not like No One could.
“You comin’ in for supper, m’lady?” The voice startles her, one hand flying to the dagger on her hip, the other flying to her stomach in an instant.
She scolds herself, irritated that these newfound emotions had distracted her.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” she bites out.
She hears him walking away, feet crunching noisily in the grass. He never had learned to tread more quietly.
She rolls her eyes as she realizes what he’s said. “And don’t call me that!”
It’s quiet for but a moment, his footsteps having halted, before a boyish laugh meets her ears. “Aye, as you say m’lady.”
She sighs, clamping her eyes shut once more, a soft smile teasing at her lips. Her hand has yet to leave her stomach.
The past is the past, she thinks, standing slowly, and I have a future to live for.
#i saw you saying the other day that you love parent gendrya sooo#but this made me a little sad lol#gendrya gang#gendrya#coffeexwhiskey
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Arya and Gendry elope the same day after Arya proposes, wanting to be married already. Their honeymoon with loads of crazy, fun, and unprotected sex leads to the conception of their twin boys, who are both mini Gendrys with their raven black hair. The boys almost identical except for their eyes. Davos has Gendry’s deep blue eyes while Eddard has Arya’s stormy gray eyes. Despite being married for 2 years, Catelyn insists that her youngest daughter deserves a proper wedding that Arya relutantly agrees to after seeing all 3 of her men rocking suits.
#gendrya#gendrya modern au#gendrya babies#twin boys who look exactly like Gendry#I can't get the cuteness out of my head#cuteness overload#I'm writing a fluffy drabble featuring Arya and her boys#Gendrya as parents is my weakness#there is just so much family fluff running through my head#Liv attempts to be artistic
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