Or Are We Dancers
It had been months of people asking if she’s all right. If she’s over it. If she’s better. She didn’t expect posing naked for an art student’s senior project would be the thing that actually made things almost normal again.
“Look Arya, I wanted to talk to you about… Well you know what about,” Gendry said haltingly, his face turning red as well.
“Oh yeah that,” Arya said, and before she knew what she was doing, she was babbling. “It’s fine really. More than fine. Great, it’s great. We don’t have to talk about it. Not if you don’t want to, unless you do actually want to but I’m fine really—”
“Arya,” Gendry said. “I know you’re mad at me.”
“I am?” Arya sputtered.
“Yeah and it’s okay,” he said earnestly. “I was a complete arse. You have every right to be mad at me.”
“You were?” Arya asked, feeling her heart plummet.
“I should have never done that,” Gendry said and suddenly she felt like she was the puddle of rain re-pooling at her feet. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She might cry if she did.
Hogwarts AU
Arya x Gendry Masterlist (and new blog!)
Let me know if I missed anything, or if you notice any mistakes on this page in general. Last Updated: 8/6/2014 # 3 AM. By: starknakedgendry. WC: 351. Rated: T. 30 Prompt Table: 9 - Dress. By:…Hey everyone! So I’ve been working on this new blog for awhile now, mainly putting this Masterlist together! It has 900+ completed axg works on it! (at least from ff.net and ao3, haven’t added the tumblr only fics yet)
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With Death Comes the Cold - Arya x Gendry
(For anonymous using this prompt)
W I T H D E A T H C O M E S T H E C O L D
They came in the dead of night when the wind was so cold that it seemed to freeze the breath of any man or beast. Fires held no warmth against them. That was how she recognized their coming. She would wake up from under her furs next to his body and feel no heat from the fire. When she would touch him to rouse him from his sleep, even his body seemed frozen, but he always opened his eyes. He was always still alive.
For now, she thought grimly, watching as he slipped out of the furs and walked to the boarded up windows.
“How many do you see?” she asked him. They were past whispering now. Long ago, what felt like centuries passed, they would all whisper, but now they knew that had been pointless. The Others did not need to hear their voices to know where they were; the heat of their blood coursing through their veins sang to the Others instead.
He peered through the slit between the boards, grasping the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles were sure to be white under his gloves. “Thirty, forty, maybe more,” he answered. “It’s so bloody dark out there; I can’t be for sure.”
“You’ve never been good with sums anyways.” It was a hollow jest, but the only one she had. Some of the people looked at them as if they were mad when they made jokes, but it was all they could do to keep sane. Being holed up in this small castle with a band of haggard survivors, far too little food, and a horde of wights and Others knocking at the door was enough to drive anyone insane. It had already for an unfortunate few.
Fic: Marriage Test; Arya/Gendry
Gendry is the legitimate son of King Robert and Cersei. When court comes to Winterfell, Robert engages his son to Arya because the pair reminds him so much of a younger version of him and Lyanna. But Arya is determined to hate the situation … at least at first.
Fathers and Sons
You’re Robert Baratheon’s bastard son. You may be a bastard but it’s Baratheon blood that runs through you. Bastard or not, you are a Baratheon.
Stannis’ words haunted him long after he left him in the forge. It took everything in Gendry not to tear the forge apart. He screamed and yelled. He threw and shoved the swords and armor. Then he finally broke down and just cried. He cried for the brothers and sisters he never had, the mother that was taken from him too soon, and for the father he never knew. All the while Arya held him and stroked his raven hair. Arya Stark never cried but seeing the man she loved most in tears, broke her already shattered heart.
“Gendry, look at me.”
The blacksmith turned to look at her. She could see his bright blue eyes were accompanied with a background of red and streaks of dried tears on his cheeks.
“I love you. I know you never knew your father, but our baby will.” She reached for his hand and held it to the tiny bump on her belly. He sputtered for a moment in shock.
“I’m going to be a father?”
Reaching for his face she kissed him softly. “Yes Gendry, you’re going to be a father.”
His sadness from a moment ago vanished as soon as the words left her mouth. It was in that moment that Gendry swore he would be the father he always dreamed of having. And Arya wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
No Country for An Honorable Man Chapter 5: One fallen and Three Rising, an a song of ice and fire fanfic | FanFiction
Summary: As the crown prince, Gendry has grown up in a life without choice. But when he gets the chance to chose, he finds himself with a sea of consequences he could have never predicted. Suddenly, events spiral out of control and Gendry is forced to flee King’s Landing alongside his impetuous bride to be, and now they must both decide what they truly want, and if it’s each other.
Hogwarts AU: The Three Broomsticks and the Black Eye
AKA: The Flower Party Part 2
Arya had pictured this night ending in the Three Broomsticks, but what she hadn’t exactly foreseen was herself holding a giant slab of dragon meat to a blisteringly painful black eye. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t asked for it, but who knew Joffrey, of all people, could throw a decent punch. It would have been infinitely better if he had just hexed her. Then at least she could have born less humiliation.
College AU part whatever
Gendry’s bed smelled like him.
Springtime Someday || a Gendry x Arya ficlet [Game of Thrones/Doctor Who Crossover]
So a friend of mine kept on insisting that Arya will die in the later ASoIaF books, and I’m here all “Fuck you, why must you hurt me in this way?” so yeah.. I wrote a short story about it.
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SPRINGTIME SOMEDAY
Gendry x Arya
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“Bring them in here,” commanded the king as he sat on the Iron Throne. After ten years since his appointment, much has changed in his stature and attitude. The built physique he once had after many years of smithing ever since he could remember has now reduced to a more slender form due to the melancholy that started just a few months before his crowning. Although he has been in depression ever since then, this did not seem to interfere with the ruling of his kingdom. All was not lost as he had a daughter that he treats as an inspiration; though he had admitted to himself even she was not enough.