#oc crew

- river riot (they/them): the first oc for this crew that i came up with! (shoutout to those who suggested the name on discord.) river riot’s sarcastic, quick-thinking, passionate, and tenacious. they don’t take shit from anyone, but they’re extremely close with their crewmates. they used to be a waitress in the city, but left when they were about nineteen years old. they have a daughter, amelia, who was born in the zones, and their best friend is sebastian blaze.

- xenon lights (xe/they): xenon lights is bubbly, happy-go-lucky, outgoing, and thoughtful. xe left the city when xe was only five years old, and xe’s one of the youngest in their crew. xe DJs at various clubs and parties throughout the zones and loves to dance. they make friends everywhere xe goes and isn’t afraid to talk to anybody they find interesting. also, xyr hair is green!

- sebastian “bas” blaze (he/him): sebastian blaze is quiet, kind, dependable, and gentle. he was the newest edition to the crew, but river riot befriended him immediately. ever since then, they’ve been as close as siblings. he owes his nickname to river, too, and they like to tell everyone it’s short for “bastard.” he has the best sense of fashion out of the crew and likes to tease his friends if they ask him for style advice. he’s a part-time artist, too, and sells his paintings at zone fairs.

- mallory rabbit (she/he): mallory rabbit is confident, brave, glamorous, and independent. she uses both she and he pronouns because, in her words, he likes “to keep everyone wondering.” his hair is half-pink and half-black, and he’s over six feet tall. she and carbon carson are both mechanics, although she was taught by a professional during an apprenticeship in the city. her favorite thing to do is go to zone concerts, and no matter how large the crowd is, he’s always in the front.

- carbon carson (he/him): carbon carson’s adventurous, clumsy, hard-working, and full of energy. people know him as “the italian guy,” because he brings up the fact that he’s part italian in practically every conversation. along with mallory, he’s also a mechanic, but he learned by observing other people work and catalogued the information after he’d seen it once. he has a photographic memory and it comes in handy a lot.

- strawberry daiquiri (he/they): strawberry daiquiri is easy-going, lovable, talented, and self-reliant. he’s one of the oldest killjoys in this crew, and he had a twin brother that was killed by SCARECROW the night after they left the city. he’s the one that organizes zone-wide team sports every so often, but on the days the crew is lying low, he likes photography. he’s taken pictures of everyone in the gang and put them into a little sketchbook that he keeps under the passenger seat of the van.

“No, I’m not sad. I just haven’t been back for a long time.” Arya explains.

“Docking! We’re docking!” The men shout back and forth as the crew prepares to dock and tie down the vessel. Arya squeezes her arms around her daughter once more as the men behind them start running back and forth. Her kitten always became frightened whenever the men began to run on the deck. Ever since Addam fell off and drowned when he went running. Arya had told her it was only because it was raining and the deck was extra slippery. None of that helped, however.

“Mom! There are people there!”

Arya chuckles as her daughter starts to count them. She never realized how much she took for granted that people worked on docks. This would be her daughter’s first time meeting someone who wasn’t their crew. Hopefully, it’ll be a positive experience for her. Arya lifts her little girl up, setting her on top of her shoulders.

“Is my little kitten ready to meet Westeros?”

“Yeah! I’m going to kick it!”

“You can’t kick a whole country sweetie.”

“She can try!” Shouts Durran her second in command. He was wearing his finest clothes today in anticipation of getting to see home. The Stormlands man had sailed for two decades before Arya had found and hired him in Kingslanding. He had almost as much of an interest in the West as she did.

“Uncle Durran! Wanna kick Westeros with me?” She asks excitedly basically jumping on her mother’s shoulders.

“I thought I did when I left it. Or that I would kick it before I got back at least.” Durran jokes making a swift move across his neck with his finger for Arya to see.

“Glad you survived. Now you can help guide us to the castle in Storm’s End.” Arya points out pleasantly.

He offers her a raised eyebrow. “I thought the captain would want to go North first.” He points out as her little kit reaches out for him. Durran takes her in his own arms and holds her still as Arya looks back out towards the docks.

“In time, Durran, I will.” She looks softly at her daughter. Her black hair flying in the wind. The way the strands fly reminds her of the way a squid’s tentacles move when it was first being dragged out of the water. She almost looks more like a Greyjoy then a Baratheon. Arya frowns as the thought floats through her head.

“We are going to visit my father first!” her little kit announces. Durran hugs her tighter to him careful to press a hand over the ear that wasn’t against his chest.

“Does the lord know you’re coming?”

“His Lordship probably does.” She looks over to see they were being tied down at the docks now. “I guess we’ll find out if my brother sent him notice or not.”

“Pardon me captain, but I know we were out of paper yet I feel like you should have tried to send some sort of message to him. Lords don’t like sudden interruptions.” Durran’s voice is low as he talks. His eyebrows burrow down and his usual smile was gone. He was concerned about them. After all these years away Arya’s crew had grown to be her family. Her pack. His concern was valid but Durran didn’t know Gendry. No one knows Gendry like she does.

“Don’t worry Durran. It all be okay.”

“If you say so Captain. I still insist that Coratt, Rufus, and I come with you.”

“If you three come who should we trust command of the ship with?”

“Hugh can watch it. He been taking on more responsibility as of late. I trust him not to run off with the ship.” Durran explains letting go of her daughter’s ears as the girl pulls at his hand.

“Fine.” Arya looks around to see that Hugh was currently hanging off the side of the ship. He tugs on the rope to check it’s strength. “Hugh guess what?” She shouts across the deck. Hugh looks up with surprise. He lets go of the rope for a minute only to immediately start falling back. Arya offers Durran a speculative glance. Only for him to smile proudly as Hugh scrambles back up by using the rope.

“You’re in charge while we’re gone! Corrat, Rufus, you’re both coming with us to Storm’s End!” She rolls her eyes as they Durran’s smile grows. “Happy now?”

“Yes, Captain!”

“Good. Now, do you wanna go on shore Little Cat?” Her daughter cheers as she scrambles out of Durran’s hold. Arya grabs Durran’s shoulder as her daughter runs towards the ramp the men were still setting up. She squeezes it before offering a small smile. After everyone, she lost Arya was finally home. All those years without payment, without ever knowing what would happen next he had remained steadfast. A loyal ally on the cold, un-caring seas.

“Your welcome milady.” Durran rests his hand on top of hers. He squeezes it in return as Arya watches her daughter touch Westerosi soil for the first time in her life.

“I’m no lady Durran.”

“No. I don’t imagine you ever were Captain.”

“Mother!” As her kitten’s scream fills the air Arya’s heart constricts. Feeling as if someone had just punched her square in the chest, she runs. Letting go of Durran Arya pulls out her valyrian dagger. She leaps over the side railing of her ship and lands on the edge of the boardwalk.

Almost immediately she spots her men running for her daughter. As she runs with them she finally spots her. Her daughter was standing in front of a man looking as if she was about to cry. The man however was was on his knees waving his hands up and down. His face was covered in a hood, and judging from the rest of his attire he was a commoner.

“Don’t cry! Please stop crying,” the man begs. As he looks up and sees all fourteen of the men and her running at him his face pales.

Arya grabs her kitten and pulls her away as Tomas and Brandon tackle the man down. She points her dagger at him as she looks over her daughter. “Are you hurt? Why did you scream?”

“I was running to land and then out of nowhere, the man was there. I could get past him. He looked scary. Mom I think he’s a giant!”

“He didn’t touch you, or try to pick you up?”

“No.” Her daughter looks up a ther with big, confused steel grey eyes.

“Sweetie there are going to be lots of people you won’t recognize. You should only scream like that if you feel unsafe.”

“But he’s a giant!”

“The last giants died in the last great war of Westeros. I’ve told you that my dear. Just because the men of the crew aren’t as tall as him doesn’t make him a giant.”

“You’re shorter than all your men!” The man announces boldly as he tries to push off Tomas. Brandon was barely helping to keep him down as his arm stays on the man’s shoulders.

“You should know better than to scare a little girl.” Arya retorts waving Brandon off. The brown haired riverlander motions for Tomas to let go.

“Yeah well you’re little girl shouldn’t be alone on the docks. I thought she was lost.”

Arya holds her daughter’s hand tightly as she glares at the man. “My name is Arya Stark. Sister to Queen Sansa Stark of the North. If you touch my daughter again my men won’t be the ones you have to deal with.”

Somehow the man’s hood had stayed on during the attack. His face was covered but she could see his lips make a little o shape. He hadn’t been expecting royalty to come through. Arya knew she shouldn’t be so quick to threaten a stranger, but strangers were dangerous in Westeros. They often brought death on their heels.

“Throwing titles around like that. How do I know you are who you say you are? Princess Arya has been lost for years.”

“I’ve returned.” She growls through gritted teeth.

“Aye and with a little girl!” He was angry, his tone vicious and accusatory. “From what I heard Arya Stark loved no man. Now you say you’re here and even have a child. How old is that girl?”

“I’m eight years.” Her daughter answers as Durran comes up. He rests a hand on Arya’s shoulder. His eyes asking her what she wanted to be done.

“Please take my daughter Durran. I do not want us to have to chase after her on our entire way to Storm’s End.”

“Yes Captain Stark,” Durran adds emphasis on her name as he takes her daughter.

The man was as quiet as stone now. His lip was pressed in a thin line. The edges of his frown twitching as he stares at her. “I imagine that’s the girl’s father. He should better watch her too. What if I had been someone dangerous?”

“I still don’t know that you aren’t.” She retorts lifting her blade up towards his neck. Arya doesn’t even bother to respond to the notion of Durran fathering her child. This random man had no right to that information. She takes a few steps at the man. His frown deepens as she gets closer. His arms were shaking at his sides and from the lack of bulges in his pockets he had no money. He could have been trying to ransom her little girl. Unless he spoke the truth and honestly had no idea who she was. Arya somehow doubted that. There weren’t many women who were captains around this part of Westeros. When she was only her blade’s length away from the man she realizes the sides of his face were wet. He was crying.

“Who are you?”

The man pulls his head down furiously. Wet, blue eyes meet her gaze. Arya freezes as she realizes that this was his lordship, Gendry Baratheon. He takes a step closer to her, completely ignoring the tip of the dagger. It digs into his shirt as he takes another step closer. Arya pulls the weapon away from him as Gendry speaks.

“Bran said to watch for your ship. I’ve been here for three weeks. Ever since I received his letter. Davos has been taking care of Storm’s End for me.” He explains still watching her. His tears still flowing freely from his eyes. “You have a daughter?” His voice sounds heartbroken. Arya suddenly becomes acutely aware that her men have all started heading back to the ship. All save for Durran who remained steadfastly by her side. She looks down at his feet. She knows she has to look at some part of him. Even if it wasn’t his face like he deserved.

“We have a daughter,” she explains suddenly feeling breathless. She waits a moment for him to yell, to accuse her of lying. To demand that she leaves, but when nothing happens she looks back at him. He was staring at their daughter now. Arya reaches out for his face. She stops herself and leaves her cupped hand there. In the air between them unsure of if she was even allowed to touch him anymore. She hadn’t imagined it going like this. Arya hadn’t felt so unsure of everything when she first arrived. How had he changed everything in a matter of moments? How was he always able to do that with her?

“Her name is Cat.”

“Your mother,” he realizes finally looking back at her. “Arya, why did,”

“I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure if I would ever come back. Then there was an accident and we haven’t had ink in years. We ran out of paper a year ago. So only Bran knows.” Only because Bran did not need letters to know.

Gendry looks hurt as he grabs her cupped hand. He pushes his cheek into it and holds her there.

“He should have told me. You should have,” His breath catches and Gendry squeezes his eyes shut. “Gods Arya I’ve waited so long for you to return. I thought you dead, and now,” he looks back at Little Cat. His tears slowly dry up and his lips curl up. “I’ve missed so much.”

Arya rubs her thumb over his cheek. “We’ll catch each other up.” She makes the promise without thinking. She realizes after that they may never be caught up. He had missed so much of their daughter’s life thanks to her. She had stolen it all away from him. From them.

“Little kitten, meet your father.” She nods to Durran. The man sets Cat down and whispers something into her ear.

“My father is a giant?” The girl asks in all seriousness.

The three adults laugh together at her. “She’s bull-headed,” Arya explains apologetically.

“Just like her father.” Gendry lets go of her and bends back down to Cat’s level. This time with his hood down and a smile on his face. “Hey there Cat.”

“Are you my Uncle Jon? You have dark hair like Jon is supposed to.”

Arya sighs. “Cat I just said this was your father. Don’t be rude.”

Cat laughs and holds her stomach as she bends over. “I know that. I was playing a joke. Uncle Bran said dad likes jokes.”

Gendry looks at Arya, confused. Arya shrugs and motions to her head. Bran was always doing weird mind things. Gendry smiles, half-understanding. That was as much as anyone could understand. “I have no idea where your Uncle Bran got that idea, but I am far taller than your Uncle Jon.”

Arya steps away as the two talk. Durran follows her lead. Gently he takes her arm and guides her a few feet away from them. His face was a mix of joy, and concern. “Captain?” He looks back at Gendry and Cat. “Are you sure this is okay? If this is how your Lord Gendry reacts, how will your family?”

“Better than him,” Arya admits smiling at her family. Sansa and Gendry were the two she was expecting to react the worse. If this was how little drama there was from Gendry then she expects even less from her sister. Especially since Bran had more than likely told her or Tyrion. If it was the latter then Tyrion had definitely written to her sister. Cat grabs Gendry’s hands and compares them to her own. When she grabs parts of her hair and places them on top of his head Arya realizes she was seeing how much of her father was in her. A child’s curiosity was an amazing thing.

“It’s good to be home.” As Arya speaks Durran smirks, and for a moment she thought she saw a strand of white in the first mate’s hair. As she blinks the sun out of her eyes it’s gone again.