#gendryafic

Careful Fear and Dead Devotion,

An appreciation

Just wanted to do a little something to celebrate @anxious-acushla returning to work on my favorite story of all time. (Notice no qualifiers here, not my favorite Gendrya story or my favorite fanfic, it is my favorite story - period - full stop.)

Catch up here and send her positive vibes and good energy. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19153000/chapters/45521857

Finally, here's a bonus item that didn't fit with the board, but I just couldn't let it go.

Trying to work on more than one thing at a time is making me feel more all over the place than ever before but also it’s kind of fun???

In addition, I have never had a beta before and I don’t understand how it works but if anyone wants to volunteer as tribute I 100% need assistance with this! I love canon-verse Gendrya but it’s definitely a challenge for me, every single word is hard and being hardcore second-guessed and I’d love for it to turn out halfway decent :))

“Why are you here?” His voice was rough, despite all his wishes for it to come out steady and composed. He breathed out through his nose, determinedly avoiding her gaze. None of this shit made any sense. He’d somehow gone from being certain he'd never see her again to having her here in front of him, now, and -

“Heard you needed a wife.” His eyes shot to hers at this, and - fuck, that was a mistake. Because there she was, way too close, eyes like liquid silver and face calm as if they were discussing the Godsdamned weather and not the rest of his life -

For dear readers of The Last Time, Chapter 13, which is heavily inspired by Florence + Machine’s “Shake it out,” will be updated next week but in the mean time, here’s a sneak peek. Strap in, this one is full of feels 🥺💜😌

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When the car pulls up to a stop outside Gendry’s one-story house, she pulls on all her reserves and gets out.

Strangely though, the thing that brings her the most comfort is the sight of his large truck parked outside.

She gets so distracted by the memory of being perched in Gendry’s lap, his mouth falling slack and eyes piercing against the dimness of the parking lot, Arya almost doesn’t notice when the front door opens and the same pair of eyes connects with hers.

Her breath hitches involuntarily at the sight of his handsome face creased subtly in concern.

“Want to come in?” he asks softly.

“Yeah,” she responds almost embarrassingly quickly, but Gendry just smiles and steps aside.

Despite him giving her a far too-wide berth, Arya feels an overwhelming sense of rightness as she steps into the house.

A certainty washes over her as she shrugs off her coat and toes off her boots.

She draws comfort from the faint sounds of the television, from seeing Gendry’s things spread out across his space.

She is so wrapped up in her surroundings, she almost doesn’t hear Gendry address her.

 “Want something to drink? I was about to make some tea.”

He doesn’t wait for her to answer, already moving to the kitchen and running his old-fashioned kettle under the tap.

Without much thought, she perches herself on the same stool she always sits.

Hi anon! Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. Also, I’m not sure this is what you had in mind - I took the prompt and ran with it - things got a lot angstier than anticipated. Hope that was alright ♥ Vague post!canon fic. The plot is similar to this old Jonsa fic of mine bc I have a limited number of ideas.  I am still taking prompts! ♥

10:50 to Cape Wrath

He stayed there, draped around her for a long moment, and she could feel him breathing, his chest expanding, pressing into her back. It was a habit now, whenever they played this game. Taking a moment to center himself, pushing his innate desire to give her whatever she wanted to the back of his mind, letting the dominant side surface. Giving her the opportunity to say no.

She never did.

Read it on AO3

The First Snow

He might be a soft, southron boy, but he’d follow her anywhere. Even in the middle of the freezing night. 

Read it on AO3.

Tell Me

“You’ve been dreaming of me then?” she asked softly, her fingers brushing lightly against his forearm.

Gendry closed his eyes and nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “You’re there every night, Arya,” he said, opening his eyes to look at her. “You have been for far longer than I care to admit.”

Her lips curled up in a slow, pleased smile, and her hand slid down to his, pulling it to her waist. “Tell me,” she whispered, pressing his hand into her.

Read it on AO3