#❄️ cried in the car to “all i want for christmas is you” ❄️

[duketibbitswaifu]

How do you and Duke like to spend the holidays? :3

💗 Well,,,, Let's just say there's more than one to keep warm~!1!!1 💗

🌺 I got this cuteeee artwork commissioned ✨ by my friend Cassie for my wallpaper, but I can share it here as well!!11 ^-^ 🌺

💕 There's a lot of things we do around the holidays~11! 🎄 We start buying eggnog regularly as soon as it's available. 🎀 We also decorate the front door and inside the house!! 💕

🌸 We like to watch a love to watch a lot of Hallmark Christmas movies together~!!!! 🎥 They're always so sweet and romantic, 🥰 we can't help but cuddle up next to each other. 🍰 We also like to exchange small gifts with each other!! ❣️ He can't wrap his because of his arthritis and bad fingers, ✨ but I don't mind ^-^ 🌸

[wishingupontheskyandstars]

I'll Be Home For Christmas🎄~Gendrya Fic

Rated M / Chapter 1 of 2 / AO3 Link Here

Summary: It's that time of the year again but Arya doesn't know if she will be home for Christmas especially since it's been a year since the loss of her father. With Gendry's support and encouragement from others she finally makes the choice she has been dreading for some time...Ahh sry for the summary but basically this is a two-chapter story with Gendrya, Christmas, Dreams, and Winterfell ❄️

************************************************************************

It was another rainy afternoon in the town of Storm’s End. Arya Stark was looking out the open window at the backyard where the large and overgrown oak tree was. There was an outpour of rain showering the tree, garden, and veggie patch Gendry Baratheon, her boyfriend, insisted on maintaining. Arya smelled the clean air and felt relaxed even though she was still on the phone with her sister, Sansa. Her phone was still in her ear as she heard her sister talk about a promotion received from her job.

“That’s wonderful, Sansa. Congratulations,” Arya said genuinely before drinking the last sip of her tea. She placed the cup back on her desk, closed her laptop, and walked out of her study.

Sansa paused before she asked the inevitable. “So, you’re really not going to be here tomorrow, on Christmas Eve?”

Arya sighed and pressed for the call to be on speaker phone as she walked into the main bedroom. She fell back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling fan. “No, I’m not,” she finally said. 

“Mom is going to expect you here.”

Arya scoffed. “She won’t care.”

“You think she won’t, but she will. It’s Christmas—A time for us to all be together, especially now. We haven’t seen you since the beginning of the year.”

Arya turned to her side and looked at her phone. She paused before she said, “I’ll be working, anyway.” She rolled her eyes and instantly regretted the lie.

Sansa sighed. “You’re always working.”

“I need to earn a living.”

“I understand, but you need a break to be with your family and friends. I’m surprised Gendry ever sees you—” She stopped immediately.

Arya sighed but didn’t say anything. 

“I’m sorry,” her sister whispered. “I didn’t mean it.”

“You sure?” Arya asked.

“Yes,” Sansa said. There was a pause before she said, “We all lost father, Arya. We’re still grieving.” Sansa sighed before she said, “We should be together, especially since tomorrow will be one year since father passed. I just can’t—”

“Look, I...” Arya felt something in her throat as if she couldn’t say anything else.

“Arya? Are you still there?”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she said, “I’m here.”

“Arya, nothing is your fault. Nothing. Don’t hold on to that guilt I know you’re holding on to.”

Arya opened her eyes and felt a second she couldn’t breathe. “Stop,” she whispered.

It was as if Sansa didn’t hear her as she said, “You took the red-eye flight from Braavos, and you were exhausted when you arrived at your hotel room. It’s not your fault, Arya. It’s not.”

“Dad wanted to see m,e and I wasn’t there when he needed me.”

There was a pause before Sansa whispered, “I know.”

“Dad had a heart attack, and I fucking wasn’t there. I—” Arya stopped herself as she felt the start of tears stream down her cheeks. “Sod it,” Arya whispered, using the back of her hand to wipe the tears away. She could faintly hear her sister’s cries.

“It was devastating what happened to father, but I know he would want all of us together. Remember what he used to say--What his father would tell him?... When the snow falls and the white winds blow, the...lone wolf dies—” Sansa stopped as the tears came again.

Arya heard her sister’s cries and it panged her heart. She finished the well-known saying. “...But the pack survives.” Arya closed her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand. The tears she stubbornly fought came down again. Just then, she heard Gendry’s car park in their driveway. “Sansa, I have to go.”

“Please think about it more and let me know tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Fine,” Arya agreed and hung up the phone. She heard herself sniffle as she sat up in bed. The kitchen door opened and closed. She wiped any remaining tears from her cheeks before walking to the kitchen.

Gendry’s back was to Arya as he unpacked takeout containers from a plastic bag. As he turned around, he said, “Hey love, I brought takeout from Hot Pies. I hope that’s—Arya, what’s wrong?” He asked with a concerned expression. He walked a few feet to Arya and gently removed a tear from the corner of her eye with his thumb.

Arya tried to give him a half-smile. “I didn’t remove all the tears then, eh?” She asked lightly, almost jokingly, when she felt anything but.

Gendry gave a sad smile as he asked, “You talked to Robb or Jon?”

“Sansa.”

“Ah.” With his index finger, he moved a lock of her hair behind her ear. He leaned his forehead to touch hers. “You okay?”

Arya always felt touched by Gendry’s gentleness. She leaned into his touch. “I miss him,” she whispered. “So much.” She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his shoulder. He held her immediately in an embrace.

“I know, love,” he said with ease. He kissed the top of her head as he held her close.

     Later, Arya snuggled on the couch. Her feet rested on Gendry’s lap as she ate from the takeout container. “Mmm...” She murmured as she finished the chicken pot pie.

Gendry was finishing his pie when he gently squeezed her foot and asked, “Good?”

Arya licked her lips. “Yes,” she said with a moan. She looked around their living room and felt cozy with the multi-colored Christmas lights hanging all around the room. A small tree was placed in one corner with even more colorful lights and ornaments.

Gendry trod lightly as he asked, “So, are we going to go up north tomorrow?”

Arya sighed as she placed the empty container on the coffee table in front of them. Gendry placed his container on top of hers. Arya leaned back and stretched. All she could do was shrug.

Gendry nodded. “We could stay in and have our first Christmas together,” he said. He looked around the room and half-smiled at seeing the blend of his and Arya’s things.

Arya followed his gaze, looking around the cozy den. “What?” she asked.

Gendry only shrugged one shoulder as he started to take her socks off her feet. Once he felt her warm skin, he started to massage one foot. He earned a moan from Arya, which made him grin. “I don’t know—I was just thinking we’ve come a long way from just shags here and there when we started seeing each other.”

Arya looked away at the Christmas tree. She watched the glistening lights illuminate that corner of the room. The lights reminded her of Gendry in a way. In the darkest of times with her father’s death, there was some glint of light when she saw him again at her father’s funeral. That light grew bigger when they saw each other on a date, New Year’s Eve. He illuminated her life in just a short amount of time. This fast relationship should have scared her, but Arya felt the opposite. She was content at first seeing him a few times a week, but eventually, she felt she couldn’t go a day without seeing him.

She smiled, remembering the moment she told him she loved him, and he said he loved her. She turned back toward Gendry and reached for his hand, stopping his massage on her feet. “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she said truthfully.

Gendry squeezed her hand and said, “Oh, yeah?” he teased.

Arya knew he was teasing her, but she said anyway, “When I was abroad at work, going two or three days at a time not seeing you—I knew then how much you meant to me.” She brought his hand to her lips, kissing his soft skin.

“And then you moved in here,” Gendry said.

Arya grinned like the Cheshire Cat and raised a brow. “That I did.” She moved her feet off his lap and moved so she could rest her head on his lap. She looked up at him. “Writing from home is better than I thought,” she admitted.

Gendry asked, “Do you miss it? The traveling?” He asked as he gently massaged the top of her head.

Arya closed her eyes, enjoying the massage. She loved what his hand was doing. She then opened her eyes and stared into Gendry’s stare. “I thought I would, but seeing you every morning and night is worth it.”

“I’m worth it,” Gendry said with a wink.

“Yes, now shut up and kiss me.”

“As my lady commands,” he said as he helped to pull her up.

She turned to sit on his lap, gently grabbing the back of his head to meet her lips. Her warm breath hit his lips as she whispered, “Shut it.” She met his lips with hers, moaning as Gendry securely held on to her legs as he got up, walking them to their bedroom.