Gendry/Arya tried to get the candy bar that didn’t drop out of the vending machine and now my hand is stuck can u help me out" au
Of all the things Gendry expected to find in the lobby that morning, Arya Stark — a girl normally so self-possessed and competent it took his breath away — lying half-prone on the ground, her arm stuck elbow-deep in the shop’s shitty vending machine was pretty far down on the list.
Private Investigator Ned Stark is gunned down in his own vehicle alongside wife Cat and eldest son Robb, whose last words before he succumbs to his wounds include “Lannisters.”
Ned’s children Sansa and Rickon, along with the help of Sandor Clegane and Shireen Baratheon, set out to solve this mystery for themselves, and to ensure that the Lannisters pay every last debt they owe.
If Lommy Greenhands had hoped the news of Arya and Gendry kissing again would be a riveting and gripping piece of gossip, he was sorely disappointed. Gendry awoke the next morning gripped with horror of the strife he was likely to endure, fully prepared to be bombarded and whispered at. He dressed hastily, slipped out of his dorm and almost ran head-long into Arya, who appeared to have also roused herself early and wore his same worried expression.
Arya/Gendry water ballon fight. (Also just wanna say you're fab)
"Eyes up here," Waters," Arya said, sarcasm and amusement dripping from her every word in equal measure a half-second before Gendry finally managed to wrench his eyes away from her drenched, clingy — and very sheer — white t-shirt.
arya and gendry detention on a saturday afternoon AU?
It’s when the third piece of paper hits Gendry in the back of the head that he turns around angrily.
"Will you stop?" he snaps.
"What’s going on back there?" barks Mr. Black, his eyes narrowed.
"Nothing, sir," he says at the same time as she does.
"Keep quiet, then," says Mr. Black, picking his book back up.
A moment later a crumpled piece of paper hits him in the back of the head. He takes a deep breath, turning around slowly. The freshman behind him is grinning, and she looks down at the paper pointedly. He bends down and picks it up, uncrumpling it to read the words, scratched in very messy handwriting, what are you in for?
He rolls his eyes at her and digs a pen from his pocket. late to school. you?
no hall pass.
how many did you get?
just the one.
i got two. i think they’re trying to scare me off.
yeah, they do that.
i’m arya. what’s your name?
friends? (sorry about throwing things at you. i was curious.)
Can I prompt a Heat Wave continuation drabble? One of them gets hurt and the other tends to it, only the wound is in a rather intimate place, like high on the thigh or low on the hip or somewhere on the chest or back, etc! I'd love to see tender fluff rather than humor or smut, but I'm not picky! Thanks, Lisa!
Something rather than humor? *gasp* Ima do my best but no promises
arya/gendry for "accidentally broke into your apartment because i was drunk AU"
Gendry jerks awake to a loud banging, and the undoubted smash of a shattering something. He doesn’t even bother to look blearily at his alarm clock but hoists himself out of bed and stumbles out of his bedroom and into the living room.
"Where the fuck’s the light switch?" comes a voice in the darkness. It’s a woman’s voice, slurred with alcohol, and Gendry turns on the light next to his bedroom door.
"greasers are usually characterized by their cuffed blue jeans, pompdours, flanel or white shirts, switchblades, dr martins, chuck taylors, pre 65 cars, and fondness for rockabilly music and other related styles of music." - urban dictionary
Anon, if you’re looking, I’m using this to fill your prompt. I have no idea if it lines up perfectly with the prompt, but there we are. It got long, so it’s under a cut.
Arya had just dumped her bag of dirty clothes on the laundromat’s long wooden table when the guy who just moved into the apartment across the hall — the really hot one; the one with the muscles and the jet black hair and the bright blue eyes — walked right up to her, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.
"Hey," he grunted in her direction, nodding a little, keeping his eyes neatly averted from her haphazard pile of underwear, t-shirts, and jeans.. "I’m new here and, uh… could you show me how to use these machines?"
She knew the guy was a mechanic so his request confused her — surely he knew how to turn the knob on a stupid old washing machine? — but she agreed to show him anyway, saying she was just about to throw in a load and he should come see how she did it.
"I’m Gendry," he said, looking over her shoulder as Arya adjusted the knob on the ancient washer, her backside brushing up against his front; and Arya had to bite her lip to stifle a grin as the memory of a stupid Cosmo article Sansa once read her, listing laundromats as one of the best places to pick up single guys, floated through her brain.
"You’re such an ass!" Arya shoved at his uninjured shoulder, pushing back the concern when he winced, "What am I supposed to do when the next bullet you jump in front of actually kills you?" He might have teased her for wondering about their future if he could process anything more than the look on her face through the morphine daze.
The words flashed across the screen of his phone, and Robb stared at them for a full five minutes before deciding if he wanted even to respond. It wasn’t her fault. Joffrey wasn’t her fault. She and Joffrey had always been different. She’d always been an angel in comparison, and she had looked so miserable the past few days.
Please distract me.
How though? How could he distract her? And also, was it a good idea for them to even be in touch right now? He had a suspicion that Mom’s lawyers wouldn’t like it.
Robb Stark: I don’t know how. I wish I did. I don’t know how to distract myself.
He felt bad sending it. He knew it could very well make things worse.
He imagined Myrcella seeing the text and starting to cry, her face scrunching and her green eyes going bright with tears.
Robb Stark: Have you ever watched Doctor Who?
Her response was instantaneous.
Myrcella Baratheon: I have not, is it good?
Robb Stark: No idea. I was thinking about watching it now. Want to watch as well and we can text back and forth?
pssst if you still want more prompts: gendry/arya au where they're the romantic false leads in a romantic comedy. not like they're actors PLAYING false leads, but like a stereotypical romantic comedy is playing out in real life and they're the unfortunate ones who the main characters date before realizing they're meant to be together. i'm not explaining this well. the mindy project had a couple episodes ("harry & sally" and "harry & mindy") w/ this premise and it was great.
Alright so i dont know if i got exactly what you were looking for but i tried
Prompt: AU 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.
(Holy shit balls - a staggering TWO YEARS LATER and incredibly anti-climatic and horribly written - Chapter 14 and the final chapter in Tempering Winter, which was the first ASIOAF fic I wrote and actually the first fanfic I’d written since high school. Thank you so much for this journey and for all the followers I’ve received since that first fic that was meant to be a one-shot.)
Gendry stood outside the king’s chambers, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his jacket. Somehow or another, he’d been forced into some fancy get up. How they’d managed to find anything fancy was beyond him and even further beyond him why he had to wear it. Oh, how the boys in the Brotherhood had roared with laughter when they’d seen him. “You look like a proper lord for the little lady,” Lem had sniggered.
Arya was not little (well, she was, but not anymore at the same time) and she certainly wasn’t a lady. If she’d been around when Lem had said that, she would’ve whacked him in the head with the flat of her sword. Still, the older man’s words bothered Gendry. When he managed to catch a glimpse of himself in the newly placed windows, he damn near grimaced. Fancy clothes weren’t meant for him. He felt like he was wearing someone’s skin and it was altogether too tight and stuffy, like he was sweltering under the heat of someone else’s pressure.
Still, some of the higher lords that were appointed to the king’s council had insisted on it. If he was going to talk to the king of Westeros, then Gendry needed to at least somewhat look like he belonged in the presence of the king.
“Come in,” a voice called from inside.
Gendry tried not to gulp and pushed the door open, shutting it behind himself to make the conversation private. “Your Grace.”
Stannis took one look at him and harrumphed. “You look ridiculous.”
Gendry waking up suddenly, in the middle of the night, worried that Arya may be gone again, but she’s here, cuddled at his side and he caress her face just to make sure this is real and not just one of his dreams and then she mumbles something in her sleep and cuddle even closer to him and smiles and he kisses the top of her head and goes back to sleep holding her as close as possible(✿ʘ‿ʘ)
Just a glimpse at the follow up chapter for “Summer Love” from the AxG Exchange. Hopefully, I’ll have it finished and posted in the next few days. I’m still wrapping up the last when they *cough* go to sleep in the tent and then I’ve gotta proofread, but… anyway, I haven’t posted anything in forever so here’s a little tidbit from about midway through it. :)
It’s been months of people asking if she’s all right. If she’s over it. If she’s better. She doesn’t expect posing naked for an art student’s senior project to be the thing that actually makes things almost normal again.
This fic was originally supposed to be a drabble prompt by Marta, who has had me feeling like all of the Bluth Brothers as it grew longer and longer.
His hands gripped the arm rests of his pilot’s chair. He could hear his heart thundering in his ears, could feel the eyes of his crew burning holes in his back. If he made one false move he could kill his entire crew, so instead, he kept his eyes trained forward at the…