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"What are you doing?" 

Gendry ran a palm down his drenched face, blinking back the rain determined to drown them both. Initially, he thought he'd imagined the sound of her voice; it had sounded more like the crackle of the autumn leaves below their feet on the walk here just before the sky opened up. The long stretch of silence scared him until her shoulders began to shake violently. Only then did he release his breath, certain that the shock had passed. He heard his name, blinked again, and noticed the impatient quirk of Arya's eyebrows. 

"Followed a crazy girl into the forest," he shrugged nonchalantly and unwrapped his arms from around his knees. "Seemed like a good idea at the time." 

Her features hardened as she muttered, "stupid," under her breath. "I didn't ask you to follow me."

"You didn't have to," Gendry stood carefully. The side of the rock he'd inhabited for, he checked his wrist watch, over two hours had become rather slippery. He dropped to the ground with bent knees, then headed over to where Arya sat atop her rock. His rock. Her rock. Life had not been nearly as weird before this woman. He held out a hand. "Come on. I'm done being out here." 

She didn't even acknowledge his hand. Arya studied him for a moment, then curled more into herself. "Then leave," she whispered, facing the misty scenery across the lake. 

He dropped his hand with a little more snark than he meant, then breathed heavily through his nostrils. "I'm not doing this for another two hours, short stack," he grumbled and dragged her squirming ass across the rock's rough edges. She sucker punched him underneath the chin as she fought to be released. Gendry's teeth snapped together, forcing Arya off the rock and into his arms with a grunt. "First hit was for free," he squeezed the back of her thigh to clarify his point, "next time will cost you." 

"Are you threatening me?"

Gendry adjusted her weight into a comfortable position within his arms, never imagining he would ever willfully carry a woman bridal style. He purposely didn't respond as he hiked back to the park trail, amused by her usual indignation when they shared space. The same spark kept him coming back for more each time, lighting something inside he thought long dead. He would do anything to keep that same spark from ever being extinguished again, even if it meant keeping a distance. 

That was until today. 

Gendry hated to admit it, but when he saw Arya's spark dull inside that church, he'd never been more afraid. She'd used most of its energy to remain strong during the ceremony. He watched as she gave little by little to those around her without accepting any comfort in return until there was nothing left for herself. So when the opportunity arose to cause a scene and allow her an exit, he didn't hesitate. That was all it took for her to rush out the back and into the dreary woods. 

"Hey!" She tightened her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he stumbled over the root of a nearby tree. Gendry reached for the trunk to steady his balance, then quickly glanced down to ensure he hadn't dropped her. He patted her gently on her bum with a chuckle. She smacked his shoulder. "Just let me down. I can walk."

The humor died on his lips as he straightened and wrapped his arm back in its rightful place. "And risk you getting away? Not a chance," he shook his head. "I won't let go."

"Famous last words," Arya gritted, now eyeing the ground in search of more obstacles. His bark of laughter startled her, bringing her glassy grey eyes up to him. He could tell she didn't know if he was making fun of her or not. "Watch where you're going," she ordered as she broke eye contact and pointed to another bunch of roots that had begun to curve upward from the ground. 

"As m'lady commands," Gendry snickered and choked on another laugh, murder clearly written across her face. "Anyone tell you you're cute when you're mad?" 

"I'm about to be real fucking adorable in a minute," she smacked him against the shoulder again. 

patterns of life ⎮e⎮gendrya

When the company Gendry works for is dwindling and his work permit to stay in Winterfell is coming to an end, he has to find another way to make sure he doesn't get deported.

AKA the AICCYMS Rewrite

read it on the AO3 at https://bit.ly/3emfafB

by ChristinaS412

As an Alpha on the run Gendry tries his hardest to keep a low profile, but nothing can ever be simple when it involves Arya Stark, omega daughter of the North. When they finally reunite at Winterfell days before the final Battle against the Night king, Gendry finds himself giving into long forgotten urges and buried temptations. (TLDR: christina finally returns to fic writing with some good old fashioned mature content LMFAO)

Words: 2924, 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: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Arya Stark, Gendry Waters

Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters

Additional Tags: Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Knotting

Arya: You like my friends tho

Gendry: I don't like anyone

Arya: my family?

Gendry: don't like anyone :)

Arya: You like me

Gendry: No, I love you