#post 8x02

First, I just want to say thank you to all that read my first little little Gendrya fanfic last week :) Here’s just a one shot, post 8x02. It will also be posted on AO3. I’m going to mark it as Mature for um reasons (some sexual content) but it’s uh subtle in a sense but anyway here it is and Thank You for just reading, it’s so appreciated! Also tagging @nerdgirljen as requested last week :) 

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Silence filled the room. It was almost peaceful, with the fire crackling from the torches. Gendry laid asleep beside Arya, his cloak covering her. She faced away from him, not wanting him to see her face, in case he woke. Arya was thinking of a whole different kind of list. This time it was people she was afraid to lose: Sansa, Jon, Bran...and Gendry. 

She wanted to know what it felt like. What she didn't anticipate were the feelings that came with making love. Was this normal? Since seeing her best friend again, the boy she loved, those feelings resurfaced, stronger than ever. Was this it? Would this be their only time to experience the intimacy they just shared? Arya's face looked solemn to say the least. Her eyes were glassy, tears threatened to start their fall.

She felt Gendry's hand touch hers. She turned his way and saw him still asleep. She looked down at their hands that were next to each other, the back of his touching hers. She moved her hand to cover his and felt his warmth as she traced her finger along his knuckles. She then heard him whisper, "Arya." She looked back at him and saw him start to grin. She immediately moved toward him, sat on his lap and kissed him. He kissed back then broke the kiss. Their foreheads touched as he asked, "You okay? With umm—well—"

"I'm fine," Arya said quickly and kissed him again. She put her hand at the back of his head, and pulled him closer. Gendry kissed her deeper then stopped and looked at her, almost in question. Arya closed her eyes and she felt him kiss below her ear, down her neck. She felt the different feelings come back and she wanted more, again. She felt him stop and she opened her eyes just in time to see and feel him flip her on her back, gently. She raised her brow then formed a smile and brought his lips back to hers. Gendry then moved to kiss her collarbone, going lower and he kissed the tip of her breast, as his hand caressed her other breast. She moaned, and grinded her hips against him. Gendry continued his trail of kisses down her stomach. 

He looked at her scars with deep concern. He looked up, "There's so much I want to know." 

Arya nodded and said, "I know." She looked at him with intensity. She wondered if she should tell him? Wait? Or would that be too late? 

Gendry just nodded and looked down and kissed her scars lightly. Arya saw him take care as he continued to kiss her lower, to down there. She sucked in a breath as she felt his lips and tongue enter her and all she could see was his dark hair as he made her feel good. Arya closed her eyes and started to move her hips in rhythm— 

Until the loud horn was heard. Gendry stopped and looked up at Arya with a worried expression as the second...Then the third blow from the horn was heard. Arya, sucked in a breath, and was determined to not let death take away these last moments from her and the man she loved. She looked at him again and before she could say anything, he went down and finished what he started, making Arya moan loudly. 

Almost a minute passed as Gendry looked up at Arya as if he wanted to say something, but instead got up, and took Arya's hand to stand. Both got dressed quickly as voices from outside were heard, coming closer. He handed her the weapon he made for her. She gave him a small smile, and all she said was, "Thank you." Gendry nodded and was about to say something before Arya walked ahead of him to the entrance. 

Outside the room, an adviser of Sansa's was running toward her, "Lady Stark, your sister is looking for you." Arya nodded at the man and turned toward Gendry. 

Arya opened her mouth and was going to say--until another man came in view and called for Gendry. They were to walk in different directions. She knew this could be the last time they saw one another. She didn't care who saw in that moment as she brought Gendry lips to hers one last time. She looked at him with ease and saw Gendry's face worry with more concern. "Arya..." he began to say, but she turned then, not able to look his way anymore, in fear that her composure would crumble in front of him. If the last thing she heard him say to her was her name, she was content.

our Lady Knight happens to be sworn to serve a master seamstress ✨

i thought about this in rereading @thereynoldstwins excellent take on Brienne needing closure for her Feminine arc. I am so freshly enamored with all that our girl represents. George got me good with these two. 

It is thematic in both GOT and ASOIAF that Brienne is only comfortable in armor. She wears something resembling men’s clothing at court, when she has a choice, most likely because she unconsciously feels she is not allowed to be womanly or that it is an attainable goal. Might as well not even try.  Arguably the worst moments of her life are spent in the horrible pink dress Roose Bolton provides for her. She is entirely powerless: glaringly unwomanly and yet she has no access to her masculine side to save herself. Her greatest triumphs are once Jaime has outfitted her and entrusted her. Her clothes and her confidence on her journey are directly correlated. 

It feels wrong to say she HAS to look pretty to be actualized. I really hope the writers figured out how to do it delicately. I don’t necessarily think she needs a Princess-Diaries-transformation-montage “i finally feel beautiful” moment to be a complete person, but it would make my sappy heart sing to see her in a perfectly suited (navy blue?? with sapphires??? wEDDING???) gown of her Lady’s making. Sansa has always been a naturally gifted seamstress, mentioned within moments of meeting her in 1x01 and several times throughout the series. It would be cool to see her using her skills generously, and i will definitely cry if we get a sweet scene between the Lady of Winterfell and her Knight <3 

A neat parallel there would be that Jaime helped her achieve her Masculine path arc by making her a Ser, and Sansa could help her finally truly feel like a Lady. Her two greatest oaths reciprocate her devotion by showering her with the love and support she deserves :’)

This whole prediction feels like a reach but @annamarcellipalmer​‘s post on how Jaime already has his tux picked out probably Brienne’s armor is basically a Lannistarth love letter makes me hopeful. The series has always been richly visual, both the show & the books use fashion as a storytelling/foreshadowing device, and this would be a great opportunity to beg direct attention to the costume team’s incredible work one last time. 

This post contains Game of Thrones spoilers through Episode 8x02.  To continue reading, please click the link below.

 Along with many, I was just crushed at what happened to Theon in 8x03. In a way I did expect it but I wanted to be surprised, that he would make it...Well I needed to write something, that was emotional to write but here is a one shot of Theon x Sansa. Thank you for reading and it will also be posted on AO3 (itsinthestars). Rated G. 

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Sansa Stark stood still. The funeral pyres were set to be lit. All the dead that fought for Winterfell, the North, would be remembered. Sansa was in deep mourning with everyone. Her eyes were puffy and red from the loss that meant the most to her. Theon.

She remembered the previous evening, they were sitting together, eating presumably their last meals. Sansa knew there could be the possibility of death for them...But she didn't anticipate she would be the only one standing, without him. She didn't think she would be without the person that knew her feelings of the past, of what they both survived.

Sansa closed her eyes and remembered...They were inside the castle, walking down a hallway, on their way to retrieve Bran from his room. Theon stopped Sansa, his hand gently holding on to her arm. She looked at his face. A wall torch above them was crackling giving just a little light. She could see steady light stream upon his head, his face half in light and half in shadow.

Theon looked nervous as he started to say, "Sansa, I..." 

Sansa rested her hand on his cheek, the one seen in the light. "Let's talk later...when we've won." Theon squeezed his lips together then nodded. Sansa then brought his face near hers. He looked back at her with a curious expression. Sansa felt in this moment this was right. She leaned forward, her eyes staring into his, and pressed her lips softly to his. Theon's eyes enlarged slightly but then closed as Sansa's closed hers and she enjoyed this moment of being with someone she trusted. Theon put his hand that touched her arm, to the small of her back.

Sansa, in this moment was kissing someone for the first time that didn't have a motive behind it. They were sharing something special. She kissed him deeper, running her other hand through his locks – 

Until the blow of the horn was heard...three times. Both stopped and looked at each other with longing, and sadness. Theon held Sansa's hand and whispered, "Until later." He brought her hand, the one that touched his cheek, to his lips and gave one last kiss to her knuckles. Sansa watched him walk away...

"Lady Stark," a voice near brought her back from that last memory they shared together. She opened her eyes and saw a soldier stand in front of her. He handed her a torch. Sansa's hand tightened around it. She looked to her left and saw Arya holding her torch. She looked at Sansa with solemn eyes. They shared a knowing look with each other before Sansa turned her head and walked toward Theon's pyre. 

She stood close and saw his eyes were closed. His face almost looked at peace. His gloved hands were laid at his sides. Sansa touched his right hand one last time. She hoped wherever he was, he could hear her whisper, "I wish I didn't stop you from saying what you wanted." Sansa nodded while she looked at his face, "But I believe I know what you were going to say." She took a deep breath, in then out, and said, "You'll...Always be in my heart..." Sansa felt more tears rain down her cheeks and she said lastly, "Goodbye, Theon Greyjoy Stark." In the corner of her eye she could see the fires lighting up the other pyres. Sansa's finger tips slowly left Theon's hand.

Shades of Sorrow

The clock strikes six and Carter Burke sighs, happy for once that he gets to leave on time. There had been no unforeseen complications today, thank god, and he packs up for the day. He’s picking up his suitcase, phone in hand ready to leave his office when his door bursts open.

His secretary appears at the doorway, wild eyed and flustered. “Doctor, there’s a Katherine Beckett here, really insistent. I told her we’re done for the day, but she won’t leave. She says to let you know that she really needs to see you.”

Burke tilts his head at her, a little confused. He hasn’t seen Kate Beckett in a long time, and as far as he’s concerned when they parted ways, she’d been in a very good place.

For her to be here, right now, demanding to see him, he could only fear the worst. He pulls his coat off and nods at his secretary.

“That’s fine, Dorothy, let her in.”