winginoverthings said: Remember I have a prompt stoked? You said because of my help that you'd write me something. I know you're busy but I finally got an idea: Arya having to tell her Ned that she's pregnant with a bastard. No modern Au, make it as angsty as it it should
Ned sat before the heart tree sharpening Ice with a whetstone. He raised his head when he heard footsteps. Arya stood a little distance away, her face looking rather uncertain.
“I did not want to interrupt.”
He beckoned to her and she darted forward. A smile brightened her face and she held out her hand to him.
“The blue winter roses are blooming. I picked some for you Father. I have seen you looking at them.”
The sight pained him but he made himself smile anyway. The image of her holding the roses and looking so like Lyanna was both a blessing and a curse. She wore a gown today but her hair still hung wild and loose. No doubt she had been running through the castle grounds, most likely trying to evade the Septa.
“Sit with me sweet one.”
Arya took the invitation, dropping gracefully to the ground beside him. He took the roses from her and sighed. Cat had spoken to him once again about Arya’s marriage prospects and the betrothal was now made. I do not wish to let her go yet. Sansa had been married two years prior and with Arya at age sixteen, Ned knew it must wait no longer but he worried. Memories of the past haunted him.
She is too like Lyanna.
Arya fidgeted and he realised she did not visit him solely to give him flowers.
“What troubles you?”
She did not answer him straight away. Her hands fluttered anxiously and she smoothed her skirts.
“I do not want to disappoint you.”
She kept her eyes lowered. Ned reached out to cup her chin in his hand. She blinked at him, her dark eyes filled with worry.
“You won’t disappoint me. Is this about the argument I hear of? Is it about the report of you stealing food from the kitchens?”
Arya shook her head.
“I did not steal any food. They only think that because my gowns don’t fit right.”
Ned let go of her in confusion. Arya flushed red as he looked at her and her hands went to her middle.
“Please don’t hate me.”
Tears filled her eyes and Ned tried to hide his dismay.
She began to cry and he reached for her, taking her into his arms. Ned tried to soothe her, all the while trying to think of how they might deal with the news.
“Who?” he began to ask, already thinking he knew the answer.
Arya sniffled and pulled back from him and her expression became stubborn. She bit her lip.
“Don’t blame him,” she said quickly. “He did not make me. He wants to marry me.”
Ned sighed. I should have seen it coming. Cat tried to warn him of the time Arya spent in the forge. She tried to say that Robert’s bastard son would bring no good but Ned resisted the notion. He took the boy in as a favour for his friend.
This is my punishment.
“What will you do?” Arya asked, wiping roughly at her eyes again. New tears gathered once again.
“You are betrothed. There is a promise.”
“No,” she cried. “Don’t send me away. I want my baby and I want to stay with Gendry. Please father.”
Ned looked at her red rimmed eyes. Beautiful and wilful, just like her. He hoped for it to turn out better for his daughter. He fingered the blue roses lying on the ground beside him. Some of the petals already came loose. Arya’s hands reached for him again, clutching at him as she pleaded.
“Please father, promise me.”
The memory came back to him vividly and the shame and guilt with it
“Promise me Ned.”
“Please,” Arya pleaded again.
He closed his eyes and felt dread coil within him. “I promise,” he whispered.
“Lya, I promise.”
He had tried so hard and yet it seemed history was doomed to repeat itself.
au figure skating: arya & gendry scribbles
londonrainings said: Arya x Gendry, childhood best friends.
(Giving this prompt a slight tweak, if that’s ok with you.:))
Gendry looked himself over one last time before deciding his bow tie was about as straight as it was ever going to be.
If Robb didn’t like it — well. Robb knew what he’d gotten himself into when he’d asked Gendry to be an usher at this thing. Or at least he should have known. A perfectly straight bow tie just wasn’t part of the deal.
Day 12: Arya Stark from Game of Thrones
Because I love to wait a year for the next season .-.
“You don’t. You stink.” Arya shoved him back against the anvil and made to run, but Gendry caught her arm. She stuck a foot between his legs and tripped him, but he yanked her down with him, and they rolled across the floor of the smithy. He was very strong, but she was quicker. Every time he tried to hold her still she wriggled free and punched him. Gendry only laughed at the blows, which made her mad. He finally caught both her wrists in one hand and started to tickle her with the other, so Arya slammed her knee between his legs, and wrenched free. Both of them were covered in dirt, and one sleeve was torn on her stupid acorn dress. “I bet I don’t look so nice now,” she shouted.”
One of my favorite parts from ASoS. TOO CUTE!
thebastardwaters said: Arya x Gendry. Gendry is the brother of Arya's best friend please :D
She wasn’t supposed to look. Gendry was older than her by three years, and his adoptive younger sister, Meera, was her best friend. Looking at her older brother, even if non blood related was a big no no. IF Bran was off limits for Meera, Gendry was certainly off limits for Arya. But at this point, she couldn’t care about any of that. The way she was watching, they both knew it. He was cleaning, the pool, as Meera was dosed off next to her, tired from working the late shift at the grocery store, Arya took the liberty to openly gawk at her friends brother.
His muscles constricting underneath the sun light. His chiselled stomach was etched with a sculpture touch as she thought about tracing her fingers down his muscled spin. Sending shivers through her system.
This was not Arya. She was not the boy crazy sister. Sansa was the one who went goe-goe-ga-ga over boys. Ayra was their best friends. A tomboy, but she threw that out the moment she bought this bikini. Instead of the boy shorts and sport bar like two piece, she had recently purchased a string low cut show stopper from Victoria Secret. Curiosity of said sister. When Arya asked her sister to help get his attention, not knowing who it was, she offered to buy her the swim suit. It was the middle of July, and tanning was the new thing, that Meera and Arya were planning on doing this summer for the first time in ever. So she jumped at the chance.
But now sneaking looks at Gendry, she realized how much it was revealing. For the first time since beginning to look at him, she noticed his stares at her. The way his eyes cascaded down her long legs, and her fully developed breasts. She was 17 going on 18 this year. He was 20 going on 21 in only a couple of weeks. She felt like a stupid schoolgirl, trying to get her dream crush to notice her.
And the moment she made eye contact with him, she realized that she was one of the lucky ones. Not only was she getting his attention, she made him grow slightly more pink at the realization he was caught. Yes she thought, this was going to be a good summer.
Anonymous said: Robb Stark! #56! PLEASE.
teresavampa said: oooh, gendrya and au #22! (given that it's game of thrones and a wedding au, this could get hilariously macabre if that's where you feel like your writing flow takes you)
All weddings are happy idk what you’re talking about. Also, this is modern au, so there.