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Arya: I’m just going to be the bigger person and-

Gendry: don’t you need to be at least 5 feet tall to qualify as the ‘bigger person’

Arya:

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Gendrya Prompt #768: In a classic tradition, Arya needs a date for Sansa’s wedding. Between her mother’s nagging, Sansa’s thinly veiled comments, and the prospect of seeing her ex-fiancé again, Arya needs help. With nowhere else to turn to she decides to hire a male escort. He’s perfect…kind of. He’s hot, but he’s grumpier than Arya had hoped and he looks a bit too much like Shireen for comfort, still he’s the best hope she’s got. 

Or a very thinly veiled rip off of 2005′s The Wedding Date. 

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I see your Jon being completely oblivious to Gendrya and raise you to Jon knowing absolutely everything but also being accutely aware of the power of the information he posseses while everyone else thinks he's just thick and deeply enjoy doing their very best to keep the couple in a constant state of panic

*At the Starks' house, breakfast time*

Robb: hey I saw Gendry upstairs! I didn't know he was staying over. Jon, did you and him have homework or something?

Arya: *drops her fork*

Jon, siping his coffee: no, I didn't even know he was sleeping here.

Theon: huh, that's weird. That with you being close friends and all, you'd think he'd tell you everything

Arya: *considers stabbing everyone and making a run for it*

Bran: well, this is a basic deduction exercise. We just have to figure out which room he slept in. Whoever that person is, they're hiding something from the rest of us

Arya: *considers stabbing just Bran, specifically and repeatedly*

Rickon: yeah, and Gendry is everyone's friend right? It wouldn't be fair if someone was keeping him to themselves without telling all of us why

Arya: *kicks Rickon under the table*

Sansa: oh dear, Arya, did you hurt yourself? Oh no, wait. Is that a love bite?

Arya, quickly covering her neck: don't be ridiculous. It's a mosquito bite.

Gendry, shyly walking into the kitchen: morning everyone

Jon, standing up and walking out with his coffee, looking at Arya dead in the eye: morning, mosquito

Everyone: *choking on their drinks*

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I’m in love with a fanfic. Belongs to the talented @gizkasparadise (who has no idea that I’ve read almost all of their Gendrya fics and I’ve loved every single one of them♥)

The name is the fury and is everything I ever wanted in a fic since GOT ended. I’m bad expressing my feelings properly when I like something so much, therefore, this is my way to showing how I enjoy reading this story that is GOLD (and because I just HAD to draw this after reading about this lovely trio having fun together♥♥♥)

So this is inspired by the last part of chapter 7, one of my favorites (is so goooood!)

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I really hope they hug (and also kiss)

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“What are you doing?”

Arya did not speak, but her eyes screamed pleas, sadness, and—

Oh.

Gendry knew that look. The day he didn’t would be the day he lost sight. This was the very face that told him he had won their little games of stubbornness, yet that didn’t mean she’d forgotten about the only leverage she will always have against him.

Damn her big, stormy eyes, his most definite weakness and worst foe.

“Are you seriously using puppy dog eyes on me, Arya Stark?” He asked, not bothering to hide the amusement that laced his voice, accompanied by intended incredulity.

Arya only tore her gaze away from him, though slowly, before settling somewhere on the floor. Her face remained the same though, and Gendry could now feel the telltale crumbling of his resolve.

No. No, not this time.

With every remaining strength that he had, he scoffed, “Unbelievable.”

His girlfriend mumbled something under her breath, something that oddly sounded like heat badger.

“You need to speak up if you’ve got something to say to me, love.”

“Love, my ass.” Arya glared at him briefly before returning to her moping. Gendry grinned.

“Yes, I am quite enamoured with your lovely ass, but that doesn’t mean you can just—“

“Please?”

Whoever dubbed that word as magic was either a genius or a fool who was wrapped around someone’s thumb.

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Gendry, after a lengthy internal debate with himself, finally hit mute on his phone before placing it screen-first on the side table on his left.

“That was Lommy, by the way.” He told the girl who was comfortably snuggled up to his right. Despite his tone, his arm remained wrapped around her, hand on her lap.

Arya simply hummed, her eyes glued to the ridiculous romantic comedy that was playing on the screen of their TV, the one that she had been buggering him to watch with instead of attending Lommy’s monthly “supet important, friends only” parties. Gendry partly blamed Sansa for Arya’s sudden interest in these types of films.

A guy with long, unruly hair started singing while sliding down what seemed to be a flag pole. Gendry groaned.

“Don’t worry. I’ll deal with him tomorrow.”

“You had better.” He tried to feign annoyance, but Arya had reached up to plant a quick peck on his jaw before burrowing further into his body with a satisfied sigh.

Not for the first time, Gendry “bull-headed” Waters wondered how in the Sevens a short, feisty young woman somehow managed to take him by the horns with only her grey eyes.

Slender fingers lightly, unconsciously tapped on his chest, right where his beating heart was.

Yeah, that one is to blame as well.

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Stannis: *holding up his arm to reveal Arya Stark hanging on by her teeth* "Pardon me, who's feral child is this?"

Gendry, The Hound, Jon Snow, Jaqen, Syrio, Yoren, Brienne of Tarth, and the entirety of The Brotherhood: "Mine."

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Just Friends

Merry Christmas @psychvamp25 I hope you enjoy this gift for the @gendrya-gift-exchange . I combined a bit of two of the prompts you asked, hope that’s ok.

PROMPT: Gendry doesn’t have any family to spend the holidays with, so Arya brings him back to Winterfell. Arya’s never brought anyone home, and the Starks aren’t convinced that they’re just friends.

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Arya, over the phone: Gendry, I need you to come pick me up.

Gendry: What’s the matter?

Arya: Sansa is passive-aggressively doing the dishes she asked me to do 3 hours ago.

Arya: This house isn’t safe anymore.

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Gendrya and the Classical Elements

Part II - Earth

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it worked.

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-and that’s it

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Davos: okay lad here’s the plan: you go find her, you remind her that she loves you (remember to take off your shirt before you see her), and you bring me back at least a dozen grandkids.

Gendry:

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Sweater Thief

Arya: *wearing an oversized sweatshirt* Heya Gendry!

Gendry: Is-is that my sweatshirt?

Arya: Yep!

Gendry: I’ve been looking for that for ages and you’ve had it this whole time?!

Arya: Yep!

Gendry: Just how many of my clothes have you stolen?

Arya: A few…

Gendry: *looks in Arya’s closet* Look at how much of my stuff you stole!!

Arya: They smell like you! And they’re comfy. And warm. I’m a small human being. I get cold easier. 

Gendry: I’m gonna have to frisk you whenever you leave my place.

Arya: That could be fun!