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it’s been months, i know, but what can ya do! a small excerpt from the new, upcoming chapter of robbers and people pleasers - from a very special point of view !

Arya Stark could tell you exactly how it ended.

She could tell you the exact colour of the walls, with the late afternoon sun streaking across it. She could tell you exactly where she sat, the scuff mark on the wooden floor that her eyes had stayed plastered to. The resounding silence, the twisted snarl of anger. The walk back home, the silent sobs that curled in her chest. The nothingness, in the after.

She could tell you it all.

How his eyes remained dry, the vacant expression on his face. How he had looked at her, with nothing in his stare and the vast emptiness of his gaze that seemed to war against the gnawing, weeping wound of her heart. How it spilled down over her ribs, puddling at her feet as the wound wept and wept and did not close.

And she remembered how she had stitched it shut. Used a needle and thread and plunged it into the meat of her chest, sewing the gaping muscle against its will. Against every beat and every pulse, she had threaded it back together until her bloodied hands could leave it steady, flesh beneath her fingers. She had done it, only her.

Perhaps she could not say she was happy, but she was content. And perhaps her heart, even with all the years that had passed, had not fully healed; the stitches could never come out, the scar would never form. But she was okay. She had survived.

And yet - yet -

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wip - an imaging of post-season eight game of thrones, a what-if of the snow show. (hello again to my got and hotd loves !!)

Volantis, in the mere months Laenera had been there, had changed immensely.

In the stories she had been told, from like-minded travellers picked up from the ports or her late mothers tales, Volantis had been a picture of luxury, of wealth and glamour. They spoke of the Black Walls, a thick towering beast that glimmered against Volantis’ scorching sun and the Temple of the Lord of Light, so impossibly large that one cannot even begin to imagine it. She imagined herself walking up those steps, her sack clutched over her shoulder and missive in her hand. She imagined taking down her hood and the old Priests smiling.

Naive, she thought, taking another bite from her bread. Her legs dangled above the water of the Rhoyne, a bright ribbon of sea rippling beneath her in one of the few empty spaces sequestered along the Long Bridge. Her shoulder was pressed uncomfortably against a jewellers stall, with only a sliver of a gap between another, enough for Leanera to slip through. She took another bite of her bread, warm butter melting in her mouth, and sighed through her nose.

It wasn’t all for naught, Volantis had changed. On first arrival, all thoughts of a bustling city had been sequestered. When Leanera had entered on the western banks, her missive from Prince Norio clasped firmly between her fingers, she had been greeted with a subdued city, fretfully glancing toward the sky. Vendors and merchants packed their stalls up early, before the sun had even set in the east, and whores no longer lingered on the cobbles, coins tucked between their breasts.

They feared the skies. They feared the dark. Things they could not see. Things you can only hear.

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robbbers and people pleasers

edit for chapter eight of my modern gendrya and dany au !!

- gendry waters lives a simple life. sleep, work, eat, try to forget about the petite brunette who stole his heart, fail, sleep, repeat.

everything begins to change when a silver haired woman moves across the hall.

- chapter eight up now !! i’m terrible, i know and i’m sorry. i can explain myself i promise lol

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whatever could this be….hmm….perhaps a new excerpt from a very old fic….perhaps….robbers and people pleasers?

i’m very sorry. enjoy!

And, overtime, Dany became his family.

And, overtime, he let her.

The realisation, and subsequent action, happened all in one night. They were on the couch, Dany curled up at the end, her feet tucked beneath her and Gendry on the other, legs outstretched to rest on the wooden coffee table. A finger twirled absently in her hair, a pensive look on her soft face. Gendry had asked her what’s wrong, his eyes never leaving the telly, and listened as she told him about someone asking for her last name, and the hesitation in her answer.

“I’ll never be a Targaryen again,” she had said, “not as long as he lives. But - there’s power in names, isn’t there?”

Gendry had frowned at her. The name Waters had never meant much to him, admittedly. Yet, when he thought about it then, it reminded him of his mother, her unflinching kindness and determination, her love. It reminded him of his family, one that was brutally ripped from him one April morning. One that he had never gotten back, not really.

(That, though, was partly his own fault. Gendry would never take responsibility for what his foster families did to him, would never even call them his family. They didn’t deserve to carry his mothers last name, just as they would never take it.

But after that. With Arya. That was his fault. It was)

Dany had shrugged, “It’s stupid. I have a name, legally but -“ She had trailed off.

Gendry had filled in for her, “It’s not yours.”

She had nodded, sadness clouding her gaze. Gendry had toyed with his next sentence, aware of its gravity, of what it implied. But he was trying, and Dany was worth it. He had made his mistakes, he knew that more than anyone, yet he wanted to learn, he wanted to be better.

(A small, hopeful part of him whispered that it was for her. That one day, he would be good enough, fine enough to be back with her. Back where he belonged, in her small arms and warm embrace. But the larger, much louder part knew that it wasn’t for her. It was because of her. But never for her. He was trying. And that, in itself, implied the effort to move on. Gods, he was fucking trying)

Gendry had tilted his head, eyes narrowed but there was an easy smile on his lips, “What would you say about being a Waters?”

Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open.

“I’m not proposin’ or nothin’,” he had laughed, “just - whenever people ask. Tell ‘em you’re a Waters. You basically are with your fucking stubbornness.”

Danys eyes didn’t loose their fondness, “I’m not stubborn.”

“Sure you’re not,” he had said, “and i’m a fucking Septa.”

“Do you mean it? Really?”

“Yeah,” he had smiled, one of his real ones, “you’re basically the sister I never wanted, y’know.”

Her eyes were soft, “And you’re the brother I never had.”

“I’m telling Viserys you said that.”

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Im dying for a new holy execution update. Hope your all well

Awe, thank you ! Right now I’m in my last year of school, and i’m doing my a-level exams in may so i’ve been focusing all my effort into that. It means less time for writing, but i really do have to focus on my exams. I’ll still be writing, but updates will be sparse until june when exams finish. Holy Execution is not and will not be abandoned, more on a temporary hiatus :) <3

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I hope you are okay. I’ve really missed your writing.

🥺🥺 thank you !! i took a break from gendrya/game of thrones writing, bc i had literally no inspiration for it and i still don’t ngl. hopefully though, i’ll be able to pick it up again and i’m sure i’ll finish it sooner or later (school ends in 2 months, so !! looking good)

i’m writing a marauders fic rn though !! it’s called holy execution if you’re interested and it’s what i’m currently working on :)

though, all in all, hopefully i’ll be able to get into the swing of things soon 🤞🤞

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holy execution

Sirius had never expected to watch his mother die.

Sure there had been times, when he was locked in his room nursing broken bones and bloodied bruises, that he had fantasized of her dropping dead with a thud on the hardwood floor. Yet to actually see it, her wide eyes staring at him in abject horror, only to close as she shuddered out a squelching gurgle and fell to her knees, was an entirely different game.

Ball park, Moony might have said, but Sirius was trying to focus on the present.

or

Sirius never runs away

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wolfstar | sirius-centric | canon divergence

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30328224

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wip - you’re my baby (say it to me)

“Arthur,” she pleads, her voice cracking like the glass of a mirror, the words shards pricking her fingers, “please, you have to understand.”

The tower is warm and quiet, stiflingly so, with a suffocating pressure that squeezes at her throat - the stench of death hangs in the air, only covered by the sweet scent of winter roses. Lyanna wonders if it’s an omen of sorts, though she places no faith in superstitions of any kind, not anymore.

Arthur is stone-faced as she begs, his violet eyes - so hauntingly familiar that it sends an ache through her, that she cannot even bear to look at him when the moment hits her right - stare above her head and though Lyanna loathes to do it, she places one hand on his chest, fisting the fabric as her knuckles turn white.

There’s blood beneath her nails, black and dried; she can feel it on her thighs, feel it flaking and cracking as she walks. She pays it no mind, tightening her grip on what seems to be the two most important people in the world right now -

And for a moment Lyanna wishes that they were, and she lets herself think of a house in The North, with snowy hills and a roaring fire. The air crisp and clean, perfect for a growing boy and his family.

No expectations, she thinks, no crowns of honour or collars of prophecy.

Lyanna Stark is not a beggar, nor a derelict, no, she is a lady and a wolf. Her teeth are as sharp as the sword she wields, as pointed as a needle to stitch with but as her babe squirms in her arms -

(Her babe, her babe her babe hers hers hers. Only hers.)

- Lyanna would get on her knees if it meant keeping him safe.

“Please, Arthur,” Jon - because that is his name, Jon, Jon, Jon, always her Jon - lets out a tiny snore, and Lyanna feels her heart thunder against the bones of her ribcage as Arthur’s eyes drop, almost against his will. He’s a wee little thing, born too early the midwife had said, but he’s hearty and strong.

A proper northerner, she thinks, her eyes flitting from Arthur to her son, my baby.

(He would say it’s dragonsblood, and once, in what seems like summers ago, Lyanna would have smiled and kissed him and agreed, lying her head on his chest to listen to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Lyanna is not a summer child anymore.)

Arthur sighs, only a small breath between his lips, she knows, but it is enough. She looks down at Jon, with his dark tufts of hair, and slightly pointed ears, and the love that she feels makes her chest swell ten times its size as her hand relaxes atop of Arthurs chest. Lyanna would rip a man apart limb from limb, blood on her mouth, if it meant keeping her baby safe, her baby.

She can only hope Arthur - honourable, kind, good, Rheagar’s Arthur - will not be one of them.

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robbers and people pleasers

edit for chapter seven of my modern gendrya and dany au !!

- gendry waters lives a simple life. sleep, work, eat, try to forget about the petite brunette who stole his heart, fail, sleep, repeat.

everything begins to change when a silver haired woman moves across the hall.

- chapter seven up now !! sorry for the delay, and thank u all for your patience <3

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hope you're doing fine! and hoping the next chapter to come out soon ☺️

hi, thank u for asking !! the next chapter is like,,,, maybe a 1/4 of the way done ? i severely underestimated how hard school would be going back, and i started work this week so i haven’t really had the chance to write sadly :(

(add to that my laptop charger broke 🙄)

but, it should be coming out sometime next week. not monday, bc i have an essay to write lmao. but hopefully early in the week, and i’m really sorry for the wait !!! <33

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Arya needs therapy, too. At this point between Cat and the way the break up occurred, I don’t think she’s in a healthy place. Some people can stick up for other people because they see it as the just thing to do, yet those same people can’t see themselves as worthy of fighting for. Not sure if that makes sense, but I hope you can see what I mean.

oooh i like that, i like that mate and it makes a lot of sense. arya has a lot of self-esteem issues which manifests itself in a desperation to please her mother, and a need to prove her worth to her family since she’s always felt like an outcast (a bit of projection in their relationship ngl but whatevs.) arya definitely feels the need to prove herself to her mum, but she would be the first to tell someone that their self-worth isn’t dictated by anyone else. and who knows !! maybe she’s already in therapy :)

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Ok. You were right. You made me start to really like Dany. I’m so glad she called Gendry out on his cowardice. About therapy: I want him to go, but I’m not sure how you would get his character to agree to it. He does not seem to have any real coping mechanisms beyond shutting down. I want him to have some cognitive behavioral therapy though -he needs to learn how to break bad thought patterns, otherwise I don’t see any serious relationship working.

haha thank you, i’m glad you’re warming up to dany !!! and yeah, i thought abt putting tht in the a/n but i do think him going to therapy would be a bit out of character, it would be a massive struggle to get him there unless he was forced (?) so to speak. esp since he’s so independent in many ways. it would do him a world of good, though, since his coping mechanisms are just, like u said, shutting down completely, internalising everything and not taking anything in. he’s his own worst enemy and it shows in his break up with arya, n i agree tht unless he learns to break though tht, nothing will work otherwise.

we’ll see though, the story may figure it out on its own !! or maybe i’ll have to put the work in lmao

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robbers and people pleasers

edit for chapter six of my gendrya and dany modern au

- gendry waters lives a simple life. sleep, work, eat, try to forget about the petite brunette who stole his heart, fail, sleep, repeat.

everything begins to change when a silver haired woman moves across the hall.

- chapter six up now !!

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hi!

just stopping by to tell you I love your fic update edits and they have inspired me to do something similar for a fic I was stuck on.

so thank you (:

(and wanted to give you credit in case i forget when i post lol)

shfjamak. oh my god. thank you !!!! really freaked out over this ngl, i love your blog and your fics so i kinda had to take a second omg. you don’t have to credit me though, i’m sure someone’s done it first haha but thank you !! <333

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can you share a little bit more background of Arya and gendry's relationship? like at what age did they met, or how they met or small things??!? (obv in robbers and people pleasers)

thank u, im a little bit invested inthis story!

of course i can :)

- arya and gendry met about five years ago. they were together for three and have been broken up for one. arya was 16/17 and gendry was 19. they were friends first and foremost

- they met at hot pies !! arya was exploring fleabottom, and gendry was as surly as always. arya struck up a conversation, bc she thought he was fit (lmao) and gendry found himself becoming more and more intrigued by her; she was the first person he could talk to for hours and not feel annoyed

- they danced with each other A LOT. in the kitchen, in the bedroom, at clubs & pubs, they were always dancing with each other. arya is very graceful

- gendry would sketch arya a lot also, and take pictures of her. she used to get insecure about it, but after a while she realised he was doing it because he genuinely thinks she’s beautiful

- arya’s love language is words of affirmation, she needs to hear how much gendry loves her. he used to run his hands through her hair and whisper how much he loved her, and what he loved abt her. and u can imagine how hard it must have been during their break up

- arya was the first person gendry told everything to. his childhood, his insecurities, his anger etc.

- when gendry found out arya was highborn, it was really hard for him; it reinforced everything he had ever thought abt himself, but at the same time he was just so in love with her that it didn’t seem to matter. arya managed to quell some of his fears, but they still managed to bleed into their relationship to their detriment

- gendry never met arya’s family, but he took her to visit his mums grave and introduce her. a few weeks before they broke up gendry visited his mums grave again and told her that he was going to marry arya one day

- why they broke up will be told in the next chapter, and it’ll the full truth - not the half truths gendry has been skirting around

- arya does a lot of activist and volunteer work, and gendry would come to all her rally’s and speeches. she used to waitress at hot pies and she’s in university for botany, which may seem weird but i love it

- it’s been mentioned, but arya LOVES gendrys accent. she loved trying to rile him up to make it thicker, and she loved the way he would say her name

this is a lot, sorry !!! i got a bit carried away, but most of this will be mentioned in upcoming chapters and we’ll even be seeing some of this also. i mentioned some important stuff also, just kinda threw it in there lmao :)

(also also, sorry for the late reply. school started up again this week, and i’m playing catch up 😳)

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Literally just coming here because i want to be your friend. Maybe i’ll gather the courage to comment on your fics soon. We’ll see :)

this is literally the sweetest thing i have ever been sent. omg 🥺 bruh please don’t feel scared to comment, i love it so much and i’m always open to talk abt anything ngl !!

(also i cant stop reading this, i keep going back to it. ur too sweet honestly <33)

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Thanks. Your answer is helpful. I grew up working class, but received a scholarship to a university where most of my classmates were decidedly NOT working class. I had a chip on my shoulder for a long time until I realized that lumping people into broad categories will get you nowhere, class systems are complicated, and viewing life as us v them can make you very bitter. I think seeing Gendry and Dany as they are felt a little to close to people sinking into bitterness/eat the rich rather than a

Pt 2. Constructive how can we all work together to make this better mentality. I still have my occasional bouts of bitterness, but I’ve found I’m much more helpful to my fellow humans when I’m crossing barriers and building different types of friendships -and that’s what you want for all these characters.

exactly, and my intention isn’t to paint all rich people/highborns are horrible people - the opposite actually. we’re all individuals, and shouldn’t be lumped in bc of people in our class. but it’s hard to do this when it’s from gendrys pov, bc he is bitter but not for the reasons we think. he’s angry at the world, and he places his anger in the wrong places. like i said, subconsciously gendry knows that not all highborns are evil and out to get him - arya and dany being his friends are evidence of this - but consciously, gendrys life has been struck with hardship because of his lack of money and so he sees these people with a lot of money not doing anything with it, and he gets angry. i’m not saying this is right, as you point out it really just reinforces the divide, but it’s how he feels. he’ll be working through this in this fic, and trying to use his anger in a more resourceful (?) way n realising tht not all highborns are terrible people; it’s damaging to himself and his relationships to look at it tht way.

with dany, it’s similar but also not. her feelings are more on a corruption scale, as she feels people in positions of power have a duty to people who don’t have tht power. for example, she doesn’t like robert baratheon but it isn’t bc he’s a highborn - it’s bc he’s an awful president. she doesn’t like tyrion lannister but its not bc he’s highborn - it’s bc he defends those who have done awful things. this will be getting referenced, but dany also does need to recognise that it isn’t ‘her vs them’ and more of a ‘how can we change the system so people have more protection from those in power.’ a lot of growth in this fic, a lot of maturity and development. (hopefully lmao)

hopefully i can pull it off !!! if u have any more queries or if there’s anything else u would like to discuss, i’m down for it 100% !! <3