those soft little things?

Another favorite from the Gendrya AO3 is Let Me Help by lightninginabottle0613. Short and sweet and smutty with a dash of angst, definitely a great combination! My favorite part is the one where Arya is wearing Gendry's rowing team shirt but I also looooove the epilogue, so here we are.

Oh look what happens when you dust off your laptop and write a scene and a half of your WIP after months of not touching it - a snippet from Ch 20 of The Last Time. A sincere thank you to everyone who still cares even a modicum about this behemoth of mine. My endless gratitude for you in 2020 and beyond.

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Cold wind whips around her, pushing her hair into her face but Arya doesn’t pay it any mind. She’s already mentally discombobulated, anger and disbelief keeping her in some tightly wound vice as she tries to breathe through the lump in her throat.

It won’t go away, no matter how many deep inhales she takes, and neither does the rushing in her ears.

The last time she’d felt like this, she’d also been choking on flames and staring her dead partner in the eye.

She’d promised herself not too long ago that she’d never again give into the numbness starting to spread through her limbs. And so there’s really no other choice but to lean into the anger; let it guide her even if it might ultimately blind her.

The thought seems to erase everything but the rage lighting her up from the inside – and she stops abruptly, turning around and brushing the flakes of snow from her eyes as she waits for Gendry to catch up to her.

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「 The Baratheon look was stamped on his face, in his jaw, his eyes, that black hair. 」

Later they passed through a burned village, threading their way carefully between the shells of blackened hovels and past the bones of a dozen dead men hanging from a row of apple trees. When Hot Pie saw them he began to pray, a thin whispered plea for the Mother’s mercy, repeated over and over. Arya looked up at the fleshless dead in their wet rotting clothes and said her own prayer. Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis, touched Jaqen’s coin where it nestled under her belt, and then reached up and plucked an apple from among the dead men as she rode beneath them. It was mushy and overripe, but she ate it worms and all. – Arya I, A Storm of Swords

Chapter 19: not enough time (e)

“I know my sister.”

There’s no question which sister Bran is referring to, and Gendry doesn’t bother clarifying.

“It might take some time for her to adjust to this, but she’s not going to let this overshadow everything else.”

“You sure about that?”

Bran opens his mouth to respond, but never gets a chance to.

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they seemed almost old friends 

read it on the AO3 at https://bit.ly/37fonnt

by Liv_Hates_Olives

When she stares at the ceiling at night, she wonders what happened to that girl who brought her lord father purple and yellow flowers with a wide smile on her face. As she walks through the grounds of Winterfell now, the air is cold and the land is barren, save for the thorns on the wood remaining when the leaves and vines have died out.

So she heads down to the forge instead, where Gendry is at work and the nearest anvil has a grain sack settled on top of it just for her.

OR

A little “Call it What You Want” Gendrya drabble where they go back on the road together and Arya reflects on everything that’s happened and maybe everything is still a little sad, but maybe everything is also a little closer to being right.

Words: 1600, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, There’s like a one or two word mention of Sansa and Daenerys that’s not worth tagging

Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, I guess this is a, Songfic, Oh my god how and why did I write a songfic, Introspection, Light Angst, Instead of going west of Westeros, Arya and Gendry screw off to the Riverlands for some reason or other, happy-ish ending, Kind of ambiguous and kind of happy

Go read it if you’d like!

i have been having the hardest time dialing into fandom recently amidst a lot of real life stuff, so to see this grace my inbox legit made me emotional wow. i haven’t even read this yet and i already love it, are you kidding me. 

My muse woke up a little bit and I could not be more grateful. Chapter 19 of The Last Time is on its way…and my goal is to post in the next two weeks. Surprise…it’s another Gendry POV, because my bull without horns simply won’t leave my mind. @jepshe​ asked for a tense convo and she’s got one. Enjoy xoxo.

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“I know my sister.”

There’s no question which sister Bran is referring to.

“It might take some time for her to adjust to this, but she’s not going to let it overshadow everything else.”

It irks Gendry suddenly that Bran can see so easily through him, and he doesn’t stop the question from slipping out.

“You sure about that?”

Bran opens his mouth to respond, but never gets a chance to.

Arya appears so suddenly in front of them, Gendry barely has a chance to steel himself for the sight of her rosy cheeks, and bright smile, and the flurry of energy that seems to follow her lately.

It’s something he thinks he’ll never get used to, much like the calming effect she has on his nerves, chasing away the tension by just leaning into him.

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