#c: gendry waters

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

FFNet | AO3

Father of Dragons By Naerys Blackfyre

FFNet [https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13361968/1/] and AO3 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/19771888/chapters/46804975]

Jonsa, Gendrya, Braime, and RhaEliAnna [Rhaegar x Elia x Lyanna]

"How did you know of this chest Sam?" Jon s eyebrows were drawn together in a frown.

"Hummm…oh uh well Maester Aemon told me to give this chest to you when he died. He said that you would most likely be in need of them." Sam answers with a shrug.

Jon stared at Sam with a frown painted on this face. What could Maester Aemon possibly wanted to give him.

Jonsa, Anti-Dany

This is the true ending of GOT and I can't recommend it enough.

!!!!!

[nrgburst]

Ply (Bound Chap. 2/8)

Invisible threads are the strongest ties. (F. Nietzsche)

Gendry just gapes for a solid minute, heart pounding in his ears, blinking in hopes that the words on the wall will fade to vague impressions like the dreams do.

They don’t. 

He frowns with increasing panic as he reads and re-reads. Since when has living in King’s Landing been fun? Unless…

His eyes widen and he automatically slides his fingers between the straw pallet and bedframe. The relief when he finds the small leather bag is short-lived: a quick tally reveals that it’s missing ten copper pennies.

“Seven hells, Arya!”

[catofadifferentcolor]

Plot Bunnies &c: Electric Boogaloo

Sometimes Often I have ideas for fic that will not let me rest until I've written them down for the world to see.

Game of Thrones, but make it Lord of the Dance [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it Catelyn Tully [x]

Jon Snow, but make him Aegon son of Elia [x]

House of the Dragon, but make it The Brady Bunch [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it reincarnation [x]

House of the Dragon, but make it soulmates [x]

Targaryen Restoration, but make it a lie [x]

Game of Thrones, but Rhaegar gets his Visenya [x]

Robert's Rebellion, but make it gender swap [x]

Jon Snow, but make him the Rogue Prince reborn [x]

A Maiden Dark and Fair, but make it f!Jon Snow/Edmure Tully [x]

Targaryen Restoration, but make it magical [x]

House of the Dragon, Laenor was crowned [x]

Like Water for Chocolate, but make it Hannibal [x]

Harry Potter, but make it Roaring Twenties [x]

Jon Snow, but make him the son of Brandon and Lyanna Stark [x]

Percy Jackson / Witcher Accidental Warlord AU crossover [x]

Percy Jackson / Criminal Minds crossover [x]

Percy Jackson / Middle-Earth crossover [x]

The Old Guard, but make it Percy Jackson [x]

The Old Guard, but make it Stargate: SG-1 [x]

Nicolò di Genova, but make him a Hauteville [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it House Hightower [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it Jon Snow/Robert Baratheon [x]

Targaryen Restoration, but make it queer [x]

Targaryen Restoration, but make it f!Jon Snow/Gendry Waters [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it bastards and broken things [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it Anne Boleyn [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it time travel [x]

The Night's Watch, but make it found family [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it rags to riches [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it Ptolemaic [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it Lancelot [x]

Rhaegar Wins, but make it Edward II England [x]

Rhaegar Wins, but make it Le Morte d'Arthur [x]

The Old Guard, but make it Harry Potter [x]

Rhaegar Wins, but make it Indigo Montoya [x]

Rhaegar Wins, but make it a fairy tale [x]

HP SI, but make it Petunia Evans [x]

...and even more

Plot Bunnies &c

Sometimes I have ideas for fic that will not let me rest until I've written them down for the world to see.

Raven’s Plan, but make it Star Wars [x]

A Maiden Dark and Fair, but make it f!Jon/Ned [x]

Re-Entry, but make it Obi-Wan and Yoda [x]

Re-Entry, but make it Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon [x]

The White Princess, but make it GoT [x]

GoT SI, but make it Lysa Arryn [x]

ITFOYL, but make it Dorian/Male Lavellan [x]

Spirit of Curiosity!Inquisitor/Male Hawke [x]

Dorian/amnesiac!mage!Male Trevelyan [x]

Old God Razikale!Inquisitor [x]

Dragon Age, but make it Warden!Inquisitor!Hawke [x]

The Accidental Warlord, The Prequel [x]

Harry Potter, but make it early Tudor culture [x]

GoT, but make Jon Snow Rhaella's bastard [x]

GoT, but make it f!Jon Snow/Jaime Lannister soulmates [x]

Dragon Age, but give us an older!Inquisitor [x]

GoT, but Rhaenys lives and takes the throne [x]

ITFOYL, but make it a time loop [x]

Star Wars, but make it Empress Palpatine [x]

Lord of the Rings, but make it First Age!Legolas [x] [x]

LotR, but make it Legolas/Gimli secret relationship [x]

Lord of the Rings, but make it Second Age!Legolas [x]

Lord of the Rings, but make it Third Age!Legolas [x]

Lord of the Rings, but make it half-Maia!Legolas [x]

Lord of the Rings, but make it half-Elf!Legolas [x]

Lord of the Rings, but make it Princess of Dol Amroth [x]

LotR, but make it Legolas/Gimli established relationship [x]

Percy Jackson, but make it upgraded [x]

Game of Thrones, but make Joffrey legitimate [x]

A Maiden Dark and Fair, but make it f!Jon/Renly [x]

A Maiden Dark and Fair, but make it f!Jon/Jon Arryn [x]

Game of Thrones, but make it Horatio Alger [x]

Winter Roses, but make it Jon/Rhaenys [x]

Rhaegar wins, but Targaryen drama abounds [x]

Targaryen Restoration, but make it a RomCom [x]

Aegon Targaryen, but make it reincarnation [x]

Robert's Rebellion, but everyone loses [x]

Hallowed King, but make it Aemond/Lucerys [x]

Belligerent Sexual Tension, but make it f!Jon/Viserys III [x]

...and even more

Feel free to adopt or share any of these, just link me if you ever do anything with them.

[whitetrashjj]

ain’t nobody fresher than my mother fuckin’ clique

[dreamingpartone]

[slams fists on table] let them see each other again

[fierypen37]

First Blush

moodboard by the amazing @libradoodle1

First Blush

 Jon squinted at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Marks of sleeplessness under the eyes, a blemish on his left cheekbone. The beard had long passed fashionable scruff to a thicker, bushier growth. His greasy hair was tied up in man bun. Today, on the second Tuesday of the month, his deliveries arrived, one after the other. New kegs. Shipments of wine, liquor, new cooking oil. The Night’s Watch boasted decent finger food, excellent sandwiches, but not much else. Jon and his sometimes-barback-fulltime-Arya-facesucker-Gendry had spent the majority of the day hauling in the new product. Jon was assiduous about cleanliness, and had spent the rest of the time before open scrubbing the place. Thank the gods, Edd and Tormund wound be working the bar tonight.

After working a shift last night and Delivery Day today, Jon was dead on his feet. Jon scooped cold water from the sink and splashed his face once, twice, three times. At last, time to head home.

“Headed out, Boss?” Gendry asked, expertly quartering lime wedges.

“Yeah. Thanks, Gendry.”

The hinges screeched as Jon shoved the door open. He made a mental note to oil the hinges tomorrow night. The damp cold of a Winterfell autumn was hell on cast iron. The brilliance of a sunlit day stabbed his eyes. Weariness made everything on his periphery seem blurred. Jon whistled.

“Ghost, to me!” he said. The wolf-dog barreled toward him a full speed from the direction of the house, his tail wagging madly. Jon’s exhaustion lightened a little. Ghost always had a way of making him feel better. Together they meandered through the woods for a while so Ghost could exercise. He yapped and chased after squirrels.

“Let’s go home,” he said.

The walk was a short one. The bar stood on the edge of town, and his house on the edge of that. Beyond it was miles and miles of woodland with the occasional house or barn. It gave an air of isolation that suited Jon just fine. He had his fill of dealing with people at the bar. He wanted quiet at home. His porch steps creaked as he scaled them. He made a mental note to replace the plank on the second step, it sounded half-rotted. Jon set his keys in the bowl, fed Ghost, and nuked his own supper in the microwave. He wasn’t a bad cook, but half the time he was too damned tired to bother. He chewed without enthusiasm, already longing for his bed. Without bothering to shower, Jon shucked off his clothes and collapsed face-first in bed. He was asleep in seconds.

Buzzzz----buzzzzz----buzzzz---BUZZZZ  

Blearily, Jon cracked an eye open to see his cellphone dancing on the nightstand like a dying fly. He groped for it, thumbed it open. Half past midnight. What could possibly be wrong?

“Yeah?”              

“Crow, she’s here,” Tormund’s rough voice whispered, breathing noisily into the phone. Jon lurched upright as if zapped with electricity.

“She is?”

“Just walked in. I see why you’re hung up on her, she a fine young thing. Too skinny for my liking though,” he said with a chuckle.

“Don’t leer at her, Tormund. I mean it. You’ll scare her off,” Jon said, cradling his phone to his ear with shoulder and shouldering into the bathroom to wrench the shower on. Tormund snickered again.

“You’ve got it bad, little crow. Never you mind. I’ll be a gentleman,” he said, hanging up. Tormund, being free folk himself, enjoyed ribbing him on the Night’s Watch theme.

Nervous energy skittered through him as he showered and dressed. He didn’t know her name, but she lit up the Night’s Watch like the sun lit up the sky. Poised and graceful. That was the first thing he noticed about her—the impeccable posture, effortless composure. Well, maybe not the first thing. It was an intense feeling being under her scrutiny. This woman was in the highest echelon of beauty. Otherworldly moonlight colors. Silver and amethyst. Full pink lips, tilted cheekbones, thick eyebrows. Fit and sleek, gorgeous breasts . . . Jon derailed the thought as his cock took interest. That was another compounded problem. It had been too damn long. A venomous ex-fiancée was to blame for his long spell of self-imposed celibacy. Jon didn’t even know her name. He’d only really spoken a handful of words to her.

Some reconnaissance had been done. A major night-owl. She usually showed up between 11 PM and 1 AM, just before last call—she must work nights. A bit of a loner—Jon had never seen her with anyone. The regulars like Theon and his brothers and Tormund’s rugby mates would try to chat her up, but she would politely decline their invitations. Mostly she sat at the bar, drank one or two glasses of Arbor gold, with her nose in a book. A different book each time. One time it was Watcher on the Wall: A History of the Night’s Watch. He recognized the cover from his own copy on the shelf in his living room. Another time it was a biography on one of the first female prime ministers of Westeros. Last time it was fiction, but Jon hadn’t been able to nail the title in his stealthy reconnaissance. His co-workers were quick to notice his salivating, and teased him mercilessly. Tormund was running a pool on how quickly and spectacularly he crashed and burned. The total was somewhere in the mid 200’s now.

Jon scrutinized his reflection. The same defects as this morning stood out to him. Marks of sleeplessness under the eyes, a blemish on his left cheekbone. He trimmed the beard into a neater length, dabbed on a touch of cologne. The hair . . . Unmanageable on the best of days, his curly black hair hung in dripping tendrils. A hairdryer—if he owned one—was out of the question. When dried, he looked like a poodle sentenced to the electric chair. Jon squeezed out the excess water, combed some ‘calming’ product through it, and let it hang. A short-sleeved black Night’s Watch t-shirt, skinny jeans, and his black work boots. The best he could do in under twenty minutes. He was on the clock. He never knew how long she would stay or how often, and wanted to capitalize on the opportunity.

“Be good Ghost! I’ll be back,” Jon said, yanking the door shut behind him.

The cold air hit him like a punch, but he crunched through frost-stiffened grass up the faint path to the bar. His breath misted, the chill from his wet hair made him shiver. It didn’t matter, it was less than a ten-minute walk to get from the bar to his front door. The car park was about half-full, unusual for so late on a weekday. Was there a rerun of rugby match on?

Jon shoved open the door. Warm air swirled around him, air that smelled of chips and beer. A second home. For all the bullshit he dealt with, Jon loved this bar. From the shingles—damn, he needed to schedule a roof inspection—all the way down to his refinished hardwood floors gleaming with loving polish, it was his. Every glass, every nail. Lock, stock, and barrel. There was a dull roar of voices: customers chatting, TV’s droning. The clack of billiard balls, a burst of laughter, the chime of ice in a glass. There she was. Middle of the bar, a full glass of Arbor gold at her elbow. Ok, he was here. Now what?

Tormund caught his eye and waggled his beetled red eyebrows. Discreetly, Jon checked his breath in his cupped palm. Fuck. He’d forgotten to brush his teeth. He groped in his pocket and blessedly found a dinner mint. Gods, even in the best of circumstances, he was shite at this. Ygritte had been the bold one, had cajoled and bullied him into a relationship.

Jon slid onto a stool one away from her. A buffer in case she wasn’t interested.

“What you want?” Tormund asked, a grin dancing beneath his beard. His awareness was heightened, focused on the left side. From the tail of his eye, he caught her regal profile. The silver hair was loose tonight. A cascade of wavy silver falling almost to the small of her back. Irritation wormed its way in.

“Shit, Tormund, is that how you greet customers? We just had hospitality training,” Jon said.

“You’re not a customer, you’re the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, hmm? Now what beverage would you enjoy, my lord?” Lord Commander, my arse. That’s what I get for naming the bar Night’s Watch.

“Motte’s black lager,” Jon answered.

“Comin’ up,” Tormund said, disappearing around the bar to where the kegs were kept.

“I wouldn’t worry,” she said. The notes of her voice were even, mellow and softly accented. He liked it.

“What’s that?” Jon asked, confused and jubilant at once.

The shadow of a smile curved her pink lips, glistening with some devious gloss that turned men into panting idiots. She wore a thick-knit cream sweater that left one shoulder bare. Black denims and high black boots. Sexy. She leaned closer and Jon caught a whiff of her perfume. Something delicate and floral, with deeper rich note he couldn’t place. Her finger held her place in her book: A Song of Ice and Fire. An unfinished fictional take on Westerosi history. The original author had abandoned it to pursue other projects and the two that took his place were woefully outmatched. Tits and dragons, from what Arya said. She had bemoaned the downfall of her heroine to him. Out of curiosity, he’d read them.  

“Tormund is just giving you grief, Lord Commander. He’s always been very polite,” she said. That hint of teasing on his ‘title’ made his mouth go dry. He found a smile.

“That’s a relief. He can be a mouthy arse, but he’s harmless. To the fairer sex anyway,” he said with a wince. More than once, the police had been by to break up a brawl between Tormund and his rugby rivals.

“I’m Jon, by the way. Jon Snow,” he said, offering his hand. She took it and a jolt arced up his arm. The cool, soft grip of her hand made him shiver. Wow. Those eyes. There were flecks of blue and gold in the purple of her iris. Too beautiful for words. Jon realized he was still holding her hand and dropped it before the moment stretched any longer.

“A pleasure, Jon,” she said, “I’m Daenerys. Daenerys Targaryen.”

“That’s a mouthful,” he said. Her smile turned ironic.

“Some of us have more than seven letters in our names, Jon Snow.”

Jon laughed.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. Tormund set his lager down on a black paper napkin. Jon determinedly ignored any prompting looks. Jon took a long draught, relishing the sharp, bitter taste.  

“How’d you like the series so far?” Jon said, nodding toward the book. Daenerys wrinkled her nose.

“The prose and worldbuilding are lovely, but after the first three books . . .”

“It feels a bit hollow? Meandering?” Jon prompted.

“Yes, exactly,” she said.                                                                                                                                        

“My cousin Arya used to be obsessed with it. But guys who took over are pants at writing. Who’s your favorite?”

“Calliope Alintaaviva, of course. A magnificent character,” Daenerys said, “who’s yours? No, let me guess: Tom Eis.”

“Eis? Such a brooding grump,” Jon said. Daenerys’ burst of laughter was magical.

The conversation meandered through books and media, to the weather and the North in general, then landed on the bar. The rest of world fell away. Jon forgot Tormund hovering. The raucous laughter of increasingly inebriated patrons. The heavy smell of sweat and cleaning solvent. There was only Daenerys. Like a rare flower growing in a crack of concrete.

“You seem young to own your own business,” she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. The long delicate line of her pale throat, the arch of her collarbone, so smooth and close . . . damn, he needed to get laid.

“When we were teenagers, cousin Robb and I would sneak out to an old pub and pool hall: The Broken Tower. Just dumb kids messing around. Thought we were hot stuff. I liked the atmosphere, the people. So when my uncle died, I had just enough to get a place of my own. It was a shithole when I bought it. I rebuilt it myself.”

“Willed into solid reality,” Daenerys said, white fingers stroking the polished bar. Jon nodded. There were holes in the story, pits really, where Jon didn’t want to be mired in during a stimulating conversation with a beautiful woman. Thankfully, she didn’t press. There was something so concentrated, so focused about her attention. Jon loved it. He felt thrilled, energized. Daenerys was easy to talk to. A lull in a conversation had Jon plucking up his courage.

“Are you hungry? Would like to grab a bite with me?” he asked. His heartbeat was surely loud enough to be audible. Not smooth at all. Fuck, he was blowing it. There was some note to her distant expression Jon couldn’t place.

“I already ate, thank you.” The words weren’t subtle. It wasn’t a ‘fuck off,’ but it was certainly ‘don’t press for more.’

“Fair enough. Can I walk you to your car? It’s almost closing time,” Jon said, almost startled by the time on the clock. They’d been talking for almost two hours.

“Yes, please,” Daenerys said, with a mysterious smile. She reached for her wallet. Jon stood and laid his hand over hers, so smooth and cool.

“It’s on the house,” he said.

“Many thanks, Lord Commander,” she whispered, looking up at him with veiled eyes. Not unaffected then. In fact, downright flirtatious. Jon didn’t realize how close he was, close enough to drink in that dizzying smell of her. Her hair tickled the back of his arm, glossy, silky. He wanted to touch it, tug it.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice emerging rougher than he intended. Daenerys stood and Jon helped her with her puffy black coat.

“Where’s your coat?” she asked as they stepped outside. The temperature had dropped, and a few flurries danced on the wind. Gooseflesh stippled his bare arms and Jon regretted not bringing his coat. Her thick brows knitted together in a concerned frown.

“I left it at home. No worries,” Jon said. He could be tough for a few minutes. You could come keep your commander warm.

“That’s me,” Daenerys said, pointing to a small red SUV. The keyfob clicked and the parking lights flashed.

“I’m glad I got the chance to meet you, Jon Snow,” Daenerys said. Jon’s heart thundered. She hadn’t told him to fuck off yet. An encouraging sign. Maybe she would let him kiss her goodnight. That would warm him right up.

“Me too, Daenerys. I hope to see you around sometime. Can I call you?” he asked.

“I’d like that,” she said, offering her phone. Jon plugged his number in under new contacts. Daenerys tapped out a text and Jon felt his phone chirp in his pocket. Jon was close, maybe too close. Couldn’t help it though. He wanted to kiss her badly.

“Goodnight, Jon,” she said. Had she leaned closer? Fuck it. Jon laid a gentle hand on her cheek, tilting her chin up. He waited, searching her face. Those luminous eyes watched him with something like wonder. The first press of her lips to his was soft, so soft. Warm and plush and glorious. Lips parted. Jon kissed her, widening the aperture of her mouth gently. Heat and hunger pounded through him and he eased off before he did something embarrassing. Looking into her eyes as they pulled back, Jon saw his hunger mirrored and rejoiced. Something else flared to life in her twilight eyes. Something that made the fine hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It was exciting.

“On second thought: how about dessert?” she said huskily.

No bakeries or ice cream shops worth their salt were open at 1 AM on a Wednesday morning, but Jon had one move up his sleeve. One move that worked with every girlfriend he’d had—a sum total of three. Jon could make the best brownies in the world. The secret was fresh-ground cocoa powder he bought from a little shop in Winterfell. Add a squeeze of salted caramel into the pan and bam—the lady was putty in his hands. Daenerys for all of her airs of sophistication, looked perfect sitting on the counter in his messy kitchen at 1:30 in the morning. Jon couldn’t believe his luck. The universe had smiled on him. But his brain ran miles ahead, thinking of how shabby and messy his house looked. Jon stirred the lumps from the batter with perhaps more force than necessary, worrying. Ghost brushed past him.  

“Ghost, heel!” Jon snapped. The dog had his front paws on the counter and was trying his damndest to lick Daenerys’ mouth. Her laugh was rich and real, her smile so wide her eyes nearly disappeared.

“Oh don’t listen to him. Who’s a good boy?” she cooed, scrubbing Ghost’s ruff. The wolf nuzzled her chin, a needy little pup. White tufts of hair were already stuck to her immaculate black denims.

“I didn’t want him to muss up your pretty outfit,” Jon grumbled, pouring the ribbon of brown batter into the greased pan. He squeezed out the caramel sauce and dragged it through the batter with a butter knife.

“It’s fine,” she said, nudging Ghost aside. She slid down from the counter and closed her eyes in beatific contentment. The look struck him in the gut.

“That smells fantastic,” she drawled.

“Twenty minutes and you’ll have a piping hot brownie with salted caramel sauce. I even have vanilla ice cream,” Jon said in his best sultry purr.

“Mm, you know how to treat a girl right,” Daenerys said with a slit-eyed grin. She grabbed his hand and held his gaze, her pink tongue darting out to slowly lick a smudge of batter from the pad of his thumb. She nipped his thumb with her sharp startlingly white teeth. His cock surged to full salute in seconds. Wickedly sexy, smart and sophisticated---Daenerys was a total package.

“Mm,” Jon hummed, bending to kiss her. The hint of chocolate tantalized him and he slid his tongue into her mouth to chase it. At first polite and careful, it soon devolved into a passionate clinch. Her hands slid over his chest and belly, light. Almost shy. The thought stirred tenderness as well as passion and Jon cradled her cheek, tangling his hand in her glorious hair. The other crept lower to splay on her hip, tugging her flush with him. Even the denims couldn’t hide his excitement and she hummed low in approval.

“Twenty minutes, hmm?” she purred against his lips. Jon grinned against her mouth. Not enough time for what he wanted. He’d admired her for so long, he wanted to take his time. Draw it out. Jon wanted to undress her slowly. Take his time. Lick her pussy until she was soft and wet and begging for his cock. Then the long, hot ride for the finish. Still, there was time for some fun.  

“My dessert first,” Jon said, popping the button of her jeans with his thumb.

“Yes,” Daenerys gasped in approval as Jon dipped his hand over her mound. No underwear, pubic hair waxed smooth fuck fuck fuck. So sexy she melted his mind to hot mush. He parted her lower lips with one blunt finger, finding her hot and slick. Blood pounded loud in his eardrums. So fucking sexy.

“Daenerys,” he hissed against her lips, teasing her clit gently with one finger. Sharp fingernails bit into his shoulders, her groan reverberated through him. She sucked at the side of his neck, teasing him with a delicate scrape of teeth. She muttered something in his ear, her breath warm and ticklish. The words were a foreign language he couldn’t place, full of liquid syllables and odd emphases. A hot jolt raced through him. He liked that hint of roughness—it meant he done his job in arousing her.

Jon kissed down the warm column of her throat to the delicate arch of her collarbone that tempted him. He traced it with his tongue. He lipped the side of her neck and his fingers stroked and stroked. Daenerys tipped her head back, exposing the lovely line of her throat, her silver hair a mussed cascade down her back. The tempo of her breathing was sharp, quick. Close. So close. He felt the tension coil, felt her body strive for pleasure with flattering swiftness.

“Jon!” she gasped as she came. Jon relaxed, leaning into the crook of her shoulder, scattering soft kisses on her neck and murmuring praise. Arousal twisted his gut into knots. His cock was uncomfortably stifled in his denims. He wished he had the angle right and could fuck her with his fingers. He wanted to feel those sweet little flutters of her cunt as she came. Still, that was awesome. A kiss, a little touching and she went off like a firework. The brightness and color danced behind his eyes. Jon eased his fingers away from her sensitive clit and licked them clean. The rich taste of her musk made his stones ache.

“That was fantastic. Can I have another taste?” Jon whispered, kissing the shell of her ear. He hadn’t noticed her earrings. Little silver studs in the shape of dragons. Cute. Daenerys clung to him with a sexy, breathless laugh.

“Fuck, Jon. You’re incredible. Yes. I want more.”

Jon hummed happily, sweeping junk off his kitchen table to spread her knees open. By the time the timer dinged for their dessert, Jon was already enjoying his.      

[westerosoliviapope]

Scandal Westeros | The Federation of the Summer Isles & Summer Isles Characters

The Federation of the Summer Isles is an archipelago in the Summer Sea that forms a democratic federation operating under central leadership. They have a traditional three-branch government (executive, judicial, legislative) with current President Donta Rho as the head of the executive branch.

Its capital city is Tall Trees Town on the island of Walano. Its largest city and commercial base is Ebonhead on Jhala.

The Isles are known for their gorgeous beaches, world-reknown Festival Season (a tradition imported to the Isles by Rhoynish immigrants who settled on the Isle of Women), and lively dance culture that has inspired musical styles all over the world.

While they mostly stay out of global conflicts, they occasionally ally with Dorne and Westeros, as they did when Volantis and its allies invaded Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh in 2005 AC.

Main Industries/Exports in the Summer Isles

Cigars and spices

Vintage rum distilleries and wine vineyards

Tourism with an emphasis on hotels and cruise ships

Shipbuilding

Weapons manufacturing (while guns are outlawed for Summer Isles citizens, the Summer Isles exports weapons all over the world with Westeros as their biggest customer)

Summer Isles Characters So Far

Sarella Sand - Owner/CEO of Sphinx Consultants in Oldtown. Daughter of Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne & Summer Isles Supreme Court Justice Jolona Qo

Jolona Qo - Mother of Sarella Sand & Summer Isles Supreme Court Justice; from the Sweet Lotus Vale region of Jhala where her family runs the Sweet Lotus Rum Distillery.

Chataya Zo - Former proprietor of Chataya's, the most exclusive escort service in the Republic of Westeros. Recently retired and moved back to her home island of Jhala

Aliyaya Zo - Chataya's daughter; current proprietor of Chataya's. Lives bi-coastally between Oldtown and King's Landing.

(O/C) G. Zharro Zo - Secret son of Chataya Zo and Hoster Tully. An attorney living in Ebonhead (the "G" stands for "Grover")

Jalabar Xho - World-famous rapper from the Summer Isles who currently resides in King's Landing.

Tobho Mott - Half Qohorik/half Summer Isles welder and smith living in King's Landing; adoptive father of Gendry (Waters) Mott

[writergirl2011]

Current Royals Roster as of Chapter 39

King’s Landing Royals Current roster, including September call-ups:

Starting Pitchers (6):

Bronn Blackwater, Garin Greenblood, Jaime Lannister, Loras Tyrell, Steelshanks Walton, Raynald Westerling

Relief Pitchers (11):

Lyle Crakehall (middle relief), Andrew Estermont (middle relief), Cleos Frey (left-handed specialist), Edmund Gardener (middle relief), Thoros Myr (closer), Lorimar Peake (left-handed long relief), Josamyn Peckledon (left-handed middle relief), Lewys Piper (middle relief), Meryn Trant (set-up man), Kermit Tully (left-handed reliever), Karyl Vance (middle relief)

Catchers (3)

Rego Draz, Podrick Payne, Brienne Tarth

Infielders (7)

Daven Lefford (second base), Arryk Leftright (utility player), Erryk Leftright (utility player), Addam Marbrand (shortstop), Arys Oakheart (first base), Casper Straw (second base), Balon Swann (third base)

Outfielders (6)

Beric Dondarrion (center field), Osmund Kettleblack (left field platoon), Dickon Manwoody (center field), Dickon Tarly (right field), Damon Vypren (utility player), Gendry Waters (left field platoon).

Currently on Injured List:

Danwell Frey (60-day IL, torn Achilles tendon, required surgery, out for season)

Dontos Hollard (60-day IL, torn Ulnar Collateral Ligament, required Tommen Jon surgery, out for season)

Moreo Tumitis (60-day IL, shoulder tendonitis, out for season)

Recent Royals Transactions:

ACTIVATED Jaime Lannister from 60-day IL; currently serving 10-game suspension for inciting benches-clearing incident vs. Harrenhal

MOVED Moreo Tumitis from 10-day IL to 60-day IL

RECALLED C Podrick Payne, OF Dickon Manwoody, IF Casper Straw, RP Karyl Vance, RP Andrew Estermont, and SP Lorimar Peake from AAA

[dresupi]

gendrya c2

Arya Stark/Gendry Waters C-2 - “Get back in bed, you’re not healed yet!” Modern AU because it’s what I do

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“Get back in bed, you’re not healed yet!”

Arya froze, her trousers in hand while she balanced on one foot, her injured one in the air, knee bent up towards her chest while she hunched forward so that she looked like some sort of animated criminal caught in mid-sneak. Rolling her eyes, she gingerly pushed her cast through one trouser leg, shooting her smart-ass boyfriend a smug grin as she pulled the fabric over it until her foot emerged from the cuff.

“Absolutely stunning, Arya, but now you’re stuck,” Gendry retorted, his own smirk apparent in his quip.

“Only stuck if you don’t help me,” she countered.

It took him all of three seconds to agree to administer assistance, grudgingly forcing her to promise to lie back down after she was properly dressed.

Arya promised all right but never said how long she’d comply. 

[ravxnqueen]

look you know that meme with:

person a, who runs headlong into crazy bullshit; arya stark, but she’s sneaky about it and you usually will not notice she’s gone until she’s in the middle of the crazy bullshit

person b, who acts like they’re too sensible to run headlong into crazy bullshit, but is really just as bad as person a; aegon targaryen, but only because he’s far too patient and scheming to do it immediately, but when you get him going, all bets are off

person c, who actually tries to avoid running headlong into crazy bullshit, but keeps getting dragged into it by the other two anyway; gendry waters/baratheon, who acts and pretends like he’s person a, but in reality is more sensible than the other two and usually tries to rein them back because they’re causing far too much chaos than he expects

[yanak324]

A B C

A: my top OTPs in order of I’m gonna lose my shit because that’s how much I care:

Arya Stark/Gendry Waters

Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson

Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

B: thanks to @fineosaur and her new story, help!, I am forever obsessed with Rickon Stark/Lyanna Mormont...she’s got me sprung on them and I don’t know what to do with myself 😫

C: a ship I’ll never sail on is Jon Snow/Arya Stark...nope just can’t but I completely get why people do...it’s GRRMs fault completely but it’s not my cup of tea.

Thank you for the ask!

[megsironthrone]

Caught in the Act

Based on this request:  Gendry x stark reader. When they were traveling the kings road in the second season. And arya catches them kissing.

Here you are! I do not own Gendry or Arya. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Some steam, a little fluff, some embarrassment, and it's a little short.

Pairings/Characters: Gendry Waters x reader, Arya Stark.

You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. You hadn’t meant to find yourself traveling with three other people. You hadn’t meant to get caught up in their mess. You hadn’t meant to start traveling with the Brotherhood Without Banners. And you most certainly hadn’t meant to fall in love with Gendry Waters.

Gendry was strong and handsome. He was kind and maybe a little naïve about the world, but you loved him all the same. That was what drew you to him. It happened slowly, over time. You weren’t exactly warm and fuzzy with each other when you first met. You were suspicious of everyone, with good reason, and Gendry hadn’t had a lot of friends in the past. But after a while, you grew more comfortable with each other. At first, you thought it was just attraction, maybe lust. It wasn’t. You were beginning to love him. Although the lust was certainly there as well. Which is what lead you to where you were now.

“Are you sure?” he breathed out and you nodded eagerly. You had managed to sneak away from everyone else and you were determined to make the most of it. The two of you hadn’t spoken about your feelings for one another, yet you couldn’t help but think this is where it was going to lead either way. With Gendry’s lips on yours and his hands all over you.

You met his lips happily, a content hum in the back of your throat that quickly turned into a moan as his hands began to roam. You pulled away to find Gendry smirking at you. You rolled your eyes, making the smirk drop. “Are you sure it’s me you want? After, I’m just a bastard.” You let out a scoff. “Gendry, shut it and kiss me again. I don’t care that you’re a bastard. It means nothing to me or anyone else out here. I want you.” That was all he needed to hear before his lips were on you again.

“SEVEN HELLS!” You ripped away from Gendry at the sound of Arya’s exclamation. She and Gendry had tried to convince you that she was a boy when you first met them, but you had known better. Still, you’d kept the secret. You only hoped she’d return the favor now. You felt your skin heat up as you looked over at her. Her mouth was open in shock as her eyes darted between you and your lover. Or rather, your would-be lover…if people would stop interrupting you.

You glanced back at Gendry and saw his face was bright red. He was just as embarrassed as you were at being caught. “What are you doing out here?” you managed to ask, proud that you kept your voice even. She crossed her arms and smirked at you. “Apparently, interrupting. Dondarrion says we’re moving soon.” She turned on her heel and left you and a still blushing Gendry behind.

With a sigh, you got close to Gendry again. He refused to meet your gaze. “Are you alright?” you asked after several silent seconds. He finally snapped his head up and you could see a fire in his eyes. “I want you, Y/N, but these interruptions are going to kill me.” You laughed softly. “I know. It’ll happen eventually. I promise. Now come on before they leave us behind.” Before you could head back to camp, Gendry grabbed your arm and pulled you to him. His kissed you once more, making you sigh.

When you pulled away, you were breathless. “That should hold me over until we can be alone again,” Gendry stated as he stepped away and stooped to pick up his pack. A hand on his arm stopped him. He looked up at you in confusion. You bit your lip. “On second thought,” you started, “We can catch up later.” Gendry grinned and stood to his full height. No sooner was he fully standing were you attaching your lips again. And this time, you didn’t care if you got caught. All you cared about was Gendry.

He pulled away to catch his breath, but his mouth was near your ear. “I love you,” he muttered. You couldn’t help but grin at that. “I love you, too,” you replied softly. Gendry pulled the rest of the way back so he could look into your (e/c) eyes. His own blue eyes were wide in surprise. “You do?” With a laugh, you nodded. “Of course. You think I’d sneak away with just anyone? Granted, I never expected her to catch us.”

Gendry laughed along with you. “I’m happy she did though,” you said, “I don’t like hiding or sneaking around. Not when I feel the way I do.” You embraced Gendry a little closer and felt his lips graze your forehead. You stayed that way for a minute, just enjoying being together. It didn’t last long though. “GODS WOULD YOU JUST COME ON ALREADY!” You jumped at the sound of Arya’s voice. “I’m gonna kill her,” you whispered, making Gendry chuckle again. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing your things and heading out, his hand in yours.

(A/N: I hope you like it!)

@brewsthespirit-blog @ghostie-writes @littlemisscaptainfandom @etherealpotter @line-viper @frozenhuntress67 @cd1242 @gruffle1 @smalltownbigheart @fizzyxcustard @princessofthefandomrealm @gameofthronesfics @igotmadskills

[whitetrashjj]

1x01|7x05

[glassprism]

Since you're also in other fandoms, are there any ships/pairings you like? Who's your favourite pairing in POTO? Who are your favourite characters (from POTO to all your other fandoms) and why? Ooh, here's a rather unusual one: who's your favourite side character (name one for all your fandoms!) and why?

Yeah, definitely! Though whether some can be counted as actual “ships” is debatable, as you’ll see in a bit.

For Phantom, my favorite “ship” is the love triangle - E/C/R. Not in a polyamorous, threesome way, but one where I love the dynamics of the characters, the way they affect one another, the ways Erik and Raoul are similar and different. So it’s not quite a “ship” in a traditional sense where I want characters to end up with each other, but more in the sense that I like to explore and analyze them.

As for other “ships” or pairings, I’m just going to list, like, every fandom or random-ass thing I’ve ever loved in semi-chronological order (time to go back to my middle school fandoms!). Under the cut for length.

Harry Potter: Sirius Black and Harry Potter. I adored the godfather-godson bond between the two (absolutely no romance; I clicked on an mpreg fic of the two when I was but a wee lass of twelve and it scarred me): how Harry was the last living reminder of Sirius’s best friend, whose death he still feels responsible for; how Sirius is the parental figure Harry wanted, how they were never able to be happy god damn it Rowling. (You can imagine how much my eleven year old self cried when I read the fifth book. Oh boy, the tears.)

Star Wars: Vader and Luke. Again, totally familial, father-son relationship only. (Speaking of scarring experiences, I once stumbled on a romance fic between the two, where yes, both of them were still father and son, and I have that summary etched into my brain permanently.) The way Vader obsessively hunts down Luke, the first emotional connection he has had with a person in literal decades! The way Luke has just ached all his life for a father figure, to the point where he will take a homicidal Sith lord if that’s who he is! How he never gives up on trying to redeem him! How Luke is right. Loud screeching.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will Turner and Bootstrap Bill and Will Turner and Henry Turner. More sad father-son dynamics (you may be noticing a pattern here). Repeat what I said with the Star Wars relationships, only with more pirates and less homicide. (And way more parental abandonment guilt.)

Halloween: Michael Myers and Laurie Strode,  remake universe. Yet again, no romance, just a severely messed-up brother-sister relationship. I can’t begin to tell you why I like the horrific relationship between a serial killer and the little sister he was so obsessed with he ruined her life, completely traumatized her, and ended up leading to her death, but I do. Maybe it’s the dark obsession aspect of it, that in the midst of all his murders, there’s still one person Michael Myers longs to have a connection with, the baby sister who represented total innocence in his mind. Maybe it’s the “what could have been” aspect too, as Laurie never recognizes him or realizes their connection until it’s far too late. Maybe I need to re-examine my life choices. I’ll figure it out someday.

Bat Boy The Musical: Bat Boy/Shelley. Yes, this is a romance; yes, they are half-brother and half-sister, yes, you can get on me about this, but in my defense how about you watch the musical and NOT come out of it shipping these two against all your better instincts.

POTO: E/C/R, as stated above and for all those reasons. Oh, and you know what - The Phantom and Gustave from Love Never Dies. Can’t get away from those father-son ships. I actually care about that relationship than E/C or R/C in LND (maybe because both E/C and R/C suck in the sequel so what else am I going to latch onto).

Batman: Listed here, but my heart really lies with three ships. Jaytim is the first: it’s the whole “angry woobie destroyer of worlds who hates everyone meets seemingly well-adjusted and cheerful individual who is secretly hiding their own issues” dynamic. Bane/Talia from The Dark Knight Rises is the second. Doesn’t matter if it’s familial, friendship, protector and protectee, or romantic, I eat it up, and to be fair, it’s never explicitly stated what the relationship is in the movie. All we know is that the two grew up together in a hellhole prison, probably dependent on and solely trusting only one another, and that bond continues even after they leave, and not even death will make them leave one another. Finally, we have Jason Todd/therapy from the Arkham games. Because the poor guy needs it.

MCU: STEVE/BUCKY (aka Stucky). This ship (again, could be friendship or romantic) dominated my thoughts for four years. Steve’s fish-out-of-water status! Bucky’s horrific imprisonment under Hydra. The way the two find each other after and the angst. The fact that Steve refuses to kill Bucky and, even after seventy years, succeeds in breakthing through to him because their connection runs that deep. The fact that Marvel just ruined this relationship so now I have to rely on fanfic. Oh yes, and I also slowly fell into the Kastle ship (Frank Castle aka The Punisher and Karen Page). Another “hardened killer with sad backstory who connects to idealistic young woman with hidden darkness” dynamic.

Terminator: T-800 aka “Uncle Bob” and John Connor. Returning to sad father-son dynamics, I have this from Terminator 2. A robot learning emotions! A boy learning to take his place as a leader and all-loving hero. The bond they form, partially because the T-800 will do nothing else but protect John and partially because John has no father-figure of his own, so his robot bodyguard will do. THE ENDING.

ASOIAF/GOT: I actually have very few ships from here other than Arya/Gendry (and only when they’re older) and, weirdly, Theon/Sansa from the show. The Gendrya ship is just cute, it may well be the most wholesome ship on here, while Theonsa has shades of Stucky in it, I suppose, given that Theon has been tortured so badly he can barely remember his own name, until Sansa turns up and reminds him enough that he breaks out of it to help her.

Favorite characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: My favorite characters from here are probably more side characters, so I’ll just say Hermione Granger. Her focus on academics, fear of failure, and conviction that the library holds all the answers, felt all too reminiscent of myself.

Star Wars: Darth Vader,  no contest whatsoever. Cool mask, cool cape, cool lightsaber, and the absolute worst life one can imagine.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Interestingly, Will Turner. Yeah, I guess Jack Sparrow is cool and Elizabeth is absolutely awesome to watch and has the greatest change in the series, but oh-so-serious Will, with his deep loyalties and slow slide into moral ambiguity because of those loyalties, fascinates me.

Halloween: Laurie Strode, all versions. My favorite final girl, my survivor of trauma (except in the remake, where, well, she doesn’t survive). Also, her daughter in the Thorn trilogy, Jamie Lloyd, the most tragic little girl to walk across a horror movie screen.

Bat Boy The Musical: Ah, wow, haven’t thought about this. I guess Bat Boy and Shelley, more by default than anything.

POTO: Christine Daae, no contest. Love her character, love her arc, love her songs, love her costumes.

Batman: Listed here.

MCU: Bucky Barnes (unless he counts as a side character), but I also love Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios... and I’ll leave it at that.

Terminator: John Connor. (There’s a reason I haven’t watched Dark Fate yet... or ever.)

ASOIAF/GOT: Three of them! Daenerys Targaryen, who I love because she tries so hard to rule well, who is so observant and cognizant of the things going on around her. Then Sansa Stark, who makes such astounding growth, who retains her empathy and compassion throughout, who is capable of startling perception and insight which most others underestimate. And finally, Cersei Lannister. She’s terrible. I love her.

And favorite side characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: Sirius Black may well have been my first fictional crush. But Remus Lupin is the kind of person (and teacher) I aspire to be.

Batman: I swear, depending on the comic series or movie, everyone is a side character. I’ll just link to my old ask again.

Star Wars: Batman syndrome all over again; every character in Star Wars might be a side character elsewhere, and every side character gets to be the main character of their own comic, book, movie, etc. Erm... I really liked Rose from the sequel trilogy and Chirrut Imwe from Rogue One. I find Mara Jade from the Legends universe fun to read. WAIT I GOT IT - Queen Amidala’s handmaidens from Episode I (Sabe, Rabe, Eirtae, Yane, Sache). Highly trained in both politics, decorum, and weaponry, able to be utterly nondescript or the Queen’s decoy at the drop of a hat? I love.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Hmm... you know what, I thought Syrena the mermaid was pretty cute.

Halloween: Rachel Carruthers! Your typical girl-next-door but well done and with a touching relationship with her foster sister. I will die mad about her death in the fifth movie.

Bat Boy The Musical: Uh.... I’ll get back to you on this...

POTO: Carlotta is super fun.

MCU: Oh heck, Dottie Underwood. (My taste in female characters goes like this: a) intelligent and observant, 2) sweet and compassionate, 3) batsh*t insane. She’s the third.)

Terminator: Not sure how much of a side character she is, but Kate Connor. Wife and second-in-command to John Connor, able to heal wounds and kick butt depending on what the movie requires.

ASOIAF/GOT: I’ll probably think of someone else, but you know what? Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, younger sister and wife to Aegon the Conqueror, whom he wed out of desire. Playful, spirited, loved to fly, sponsored musicians, initiated reforms for the smallfolk, what’s not to love? (Apart from one possibility of her death... but we don’t talk about that.)

[greeneyedwildthing]

62 & 88 Reylo

Fanfiction Trope Mash-Up Ask || [ accepting ]

62: Love Confessor (character A confessing their feelings for B to C) + 88: Erotic Dreams

short one shot: Ever since Arya Stark can remember, she’s had a crush on her childhood best friend Gendry Waters. After a series of very *explicit* dreams involving him in some very compromising positions Arya decides to ignore him completely -only it goes horribly wrong. Gendry, confused about her sudden cold shoulder, tries everything to get to the bottom of it. Torn between the truth, and not wanting to ruin their friendship Arya finally opens up about her feelings over a bottle of merlot her monthly girls-night with Shireen, Lyanna, and Myrcella.