#gendrya fanfics

[jjofalltrades]

Next chapter is up! This will be split into two separate chapters as it ended up being longer than I originally imagined.

Catelyn Stark, the recently departed Stark matriarch, had a funny way of screwing her daughter's life beyond the grave. When Arya learns of the small fortune to be inherited, she believes she'll finally be able to live the life she wants. Unfortunately, there is one tiny stipulation...she has to get married before her 35th birthday.

Robert Baratheon left his son with a terrible outlook on life and a debt he'll never be able to repay. After Gendy is denied a loan by another bank, he is desperate enough to ask his best friend for the money.

The proposition is simple enough.

Jon will give Gendry half the money upfront if he agrees to marry Arya by Christmas. He'll get the other half if he manages to stay married to her for a year.

What is a year in comparison to having all your dreams come true?

[natixd]

At this point I would like to thank all the people out there who write fanfiction. I love reading stories about my favorite pairings and try to write some of my own. You are the reason why my expectations of men and women are so high and I wouldn't have it any other way. 😊❤️

[gizkasparadise]

i cant believe im going to try and pick up a game of thrones fic in the year 2025 after a 3-year hiatus

still faster than george at least if i manage to finish this thing

[insonniacaotica]

I started writing a GoT fanfiction. I'm on the third part of four (I think). I'm only now realizing that the fandom is probably a little dead? Or, I don't know, my algorithm sucks. Is there anyone who still cares about GoT?

But then I thought about it, and I realized that it's not like this will stop me: I've written much less relatable stuff. One day I'll stop writing gen found families with traumatized characters and start writing fanfiction about Marauders. But I don't think that day is today lol

All this to say: if you're writing something you like but are afraid it won't be read, write it anyway. Even unfamous stories deserve to be told.

[aryasbadbenergy]

where did you sleep last night?

People tell stories about the horror in the swamp, but no one really knows the truth about the man who put him there.

(To save her family home as the last surviving Stark, Arya agrees to marry the stranger Ramsay Bolton. When Gendry recognizes her after years away, it can only mean awful things for her. Gendry remembers her as the wild girl in the family who took him in after losing his mother. It’s hard for him to see her so broken.)

[marytunno]

-read below-

Since it’s a speculation about the future I had this… weird idea… I honestly lost hope about knowing what is going to happen in twow or ados but I asked someone that knows… ( I sang her a song, I didn’t have to kiss her btw)

HIGH HEART

Something old lingered in that place, Arya could feel it into her bones as she watched her breath turn into a small cloud fading into the night. She could hear something whispering through the trees, the leaves and the howling wind having a secret conversation, the night sky dark and menacing like a bruise, no moon, no stars, only a trembling fire casting long shadows through the camp.

Something old came from the night.

She noticed her as the figure emerged from the woods, small, long white hair almost touching the ground moving along the shadows, the flame burning slower, its light shy as the ghost approached. 

Swift as a deer Arya moved from her cot, the voices turning clear as she got closer hidden like a mouse, Lem and Tom, Thoros and Beric were there too, talking with the small woman. The ghost talked about her dreams, too old for kisses and wine they said she was, dead kings, dead lords, squids, a black dog, a wolf howling in the rain… Arya felt a chill run down her spine as she tried to decode those words, riddles ancient and yet new, painting the future the ghost saw in her dreams.

A twig cracked behind Arya, she turned around startled, someone had caught her spying.

It was just Gendry, of course.

- What are you doing here?- he whispered, as if he cared about not giving Arya’s position away

- The same thing you are doing!- she snapped, her eyes still focused on the queer woman, she had red eyes like Jon’s direwolf.

He snorted and got closer - Making sure you are not running away and getting yourself killed?- 

What did he care about anyway… he had chosen the brotherhood, he was the one getting himself killed, she did not care for sure.

- I don't want to speak to you…- this time she turned around to face him, glaring at him with her silver gaze.

He scowled unsure about what to do, if Arya wanted to hate him for not being her playmate forever she could suit herself, fucking highborns.

Arya focused again on the small woman, dreams of clangor and bells, a maid slaying a giant in a castle made of snow, words that made no sense to her.

- You cannot hide from me child, come into the light…- 

Arya’s heart jumped in her chest, the voice of the ghost loud and adamant, a cold sensation at the base of Arya’s neck. The woman’s mouth opened in what once had been a smile but now resembled more a grimace, like the ones painted on mummers’ and actors’ masks.

Arya was no craven, she was brave like a wolf, she was not afraid and so she stepped from her hiding spot, Lord Beric looking at her with an indecipherable expression.

The woman studied her, her red eyes seeing inside Arya, burning through her skin. Arya breathed in the night air, she was not afraid, her eyes looking straight back at the ghost not allowing herself to look down. 

She called her a child, a wolf child, a blood child… her old hands, in anger, or fear, or folly, closed around Arya’s arm like old bones, her nails digging into Arya’s skin.

-I thought it was the lord who smelled of death…- cried the woman

-You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need

none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!- Arya winched, the woman’s cold grip driving blood from her, something older than fear in those unnatural eyes.

- Let her go! - Gendry’s voice thundered as he took Arya from the woman.

Arya didn’t need his help, she glared at him and opened her mouth to just say so when the ghost laughed, an unnatural laugh, like a screeching of old stones, bloodchilling.

- Let the children be… there’s no harm to them…- stepped in Thoros, his face lit by his precious flames.

- Rain is coming …- the ghost stared at the sky, her milk-white hair moving with the wind, something whispering to her, something Arya could almost feel, something as old as the north talking to the small woman.

Arya took a step back bumping into Gendry, he seemed as confused as her looking at Lord Beric for an answer, an order, an explanation.

- Old faces, old curses… nothing good comes from them…- croaked the woman 

- I can tell you what I know, boy, what the weirwood whispers to an old shadow… I can smell the blood in you, dangerous blood to have… I’ll tell what I know… my price a kiss… -

Instinctively Arya turned to look at Gendry, his expression still, like a deer faced with a hunter's arrow. 

- What? No!- he said after a second

- Don’t you want to know what blood runs in your veins, the storms that made you, the days that were and the days that will come?- continued the old figure, grief and hunger in her whole being 

-No…- continued Gendry, his hand still holding Arya’s arm 

- I don’t care about your visions!- he finally said, the flame flickered again under the wind turning almost to embers, it smelled like rain.

Staring in the dark, those ancient red eyes, Arya wondered what those eyes could really see… in dreams… in the wind…through time and space… she wasn’t scared… 

Arya had dreams too… wolf dreams… were those just her mind playing with her? 

Were the gods trying to tell her something?

- I’ll give you your song! Let them be… or Lem will keep his promise and you’ll meet with his steel… - said Tom, not a sign of his proverbial humor in his voice

The small woman kept her stance.

- Old… so old…. what a curse… It’s been so long since I have known the warmth of a kiss… I’m nothing but old bones and old flesh… You like denying an old woman of her last pleasures… pity… I have never kissed king’s blood…- 

Goosebumps on Arya’s skin, was it a curse that those who saw the future had to speak in riddles? Thoros opened his mouth as if to speak, his eyes never leaving the dying fire.

- Look in your flames pink priest… but not here… this place belongs to the old gods… not fond of your fire… you’ll see my words are right… I’m but what remains… fading like mist in the morrow…- 

Arya bit her lip, she was not scared of the crone, not like Gendry or Lem or Tom or even Thoros… she was a wolf… the old gods protected her too… and so she spoke…

- I’d kiss you to know the future, what do you see? Do i get to my family?- 

Tom coughed twice to hide his laugh, saying something about her being crazy.

- Are you gone stupid?- Gendry’s voice behind her, his hand still holding her in place close to him

She ignored him, he didn’t listen to her, not about the things that mattered, she was not going to listen to him.

- Please, my… - Arya had no idea how to address the small woman

- I need to know!- her mind thinking about Robb and mother in Riverrun, Jon at the wall, Winterfell and it’s walls so high and safe, the smell of home and food, she was so close, if it hadn’t been for the brotherhood she would have already reached them, she was sure.

- Ney! Stay away from me… I don’t need your sorrow… you smell of death… stay away!- thundered the crone 

Arya stomped her foot on the ground, like a child throwing a tantrum, she wanted to know, she needed to know what the future was holding for her. 

- I’ll stay until you talk! You’ll have to bear my smell of death until you tell me what I want!- spoke the daughter of Eddard Stark, she left Gendry behind her walking straight in front of the woman favored by the gods

The ghostly figure winced, her eyes closed, listening to the wind.

- Let her be Arya! She has already suffered a great pain! Go back with Gendry…- Lord Beric spoke 

- Ney, your Grace… too late… Child… you’ll have what you ask… and may we never meet again, dark heart!- 

Arya could feel the anger in the woman’s voice, the pain, but she wanted to know.

The storm was approaching, heavy clouds upon them carried by the wind, a silent lighting, no thunder.

- You are destined to great sorrows child, your tears will never dry on your face, I hear war cries, beasts howling, blood on their fangs and on the ground they run upon… and yet home gets further away… always a step out of reach… you’ll see through many eyes and yet all you’ll see will be death… I can hear waves crashing against waves as a giant welcomes you… and where the lights never go out I see darkness… death… and at the end, if someone comes home, wolf child, it’s no longer you…-

Arya’s nails were digging into her palm, she was a liar, a stupid liar like everyone she had met since leaving home! 

- You’ll cry tears of blood upon stone, upon snow… I see golden eyes, silver ones too… and…- 

The crone stopped for a moment, as if sniffing the air around her

- You’ll not find your family in riverrun… a different fate awaits… the twins… a promise, a vow, a wedding… you’ll never find the ones you seek…I see only death on your path beware…-

- You are a liar!- cried Arya

- I can’t change what awaits you… my eyes are not mine alone… my ears have lived a thousand different lives… If you don’t like your fate the fault is yours and of the painful road that comes… and yet… you’ll be granted something I can only dream of…- 

Arya took a step back, her heart thundering in her chest, she did not care what the small woman said, she was going to get back to her family one way or another, no matter the price.

- …you’ll see spring…- the ghost spoke as if speaking a curse  

- Now Begone! Away from this old bones!- 

- Tom, I’ll have my song, the same one…- breathed the woman putting as much distance as possible from Arya, sitting on the ground close to the singer

- Let’s get back Arya…- Gendry’s voice almost startled her

He guided her away, their backs to the fire, a sad melody filling the air.

- And boy…- they froze in their place

- You’ll soon learn the price you’ll pay for the brothers you chose… death hanging from the same trees that you’ll hide behind… orders from a heart of stone…stone… and ice… stolen steel… you’ll find one half and mend what it’s broken… a ghost of a long lost king you’ll never love… a name you’ll never have…and I can hear voices… of whom you’ll meet and of whom you have met… and as snow falls south all roads will cross again…- 

Gendry kept walking, trying to ignore those cryptic words, nothing good came of knowing one's future… for what he knew no bloody gods were whispering to the woman… and if pain and death was all she could promise it was just because they lived in a world made of those things.

- You’ll learn to listen… you’ll have the chance…sweet irony… they’ll have blue eyes… but your children will be nothing but wolves…- 

The words of the woman got lost in the wind as Tom kept playing his song, the figure now only crying holding herself and rocking back and forth. 

Arya cursed and kicked a rock while Gendry kept dragging her back away from the fire. 

- She is a liar… she is just old and crazy and wants our wine…- spat Arya, the words she had just head haunting her mind and turning into tragedy

- Of course, Arya… Don’t believe a word she just said… no one can see the future… and who says he does is a fraud like my master said ‘bout Thoros… She did not make sense… we will take you to your mum and brother no matter what!- 

Gendry tried to reason with her, looking at the anger simmering in her eyes.

- Yes… to get some gold…- she replied, cold

- I’m not doing it for the gold!- he said back

Arya said nothing and sat down in her place, her arms crossed. A light turned the sky yellow and then it bruised to black again, and as the thunder struck came rain.

Someone cursed, someone kept sleeping, only a few noticed… as she had arrived the ghost of high heart was gone… faded back to her mist and woods… 

- She was right about the rain…- spat Arya feeling the cold droplets fall on her skin

Gendry snorted 

- Aye, the sky was dark since noon and I’m sure even Anguy could smell the rain coming… Easy to see the future when it’s happening already… listen to me Arya… she is wrong… she doesn’t even know what she was talking about… like you heard all that bullshit ‘bout my blood or something… - 

- Maybe your blood is important…- she said flatly, her skin hurting where the nails of the small woman had pierced her skin

- My blood is worth shit… if they had given her some more wine she would have started calling Lem king and Tom his sweet lady of the forest…- 

The rain was pouring, Gendry’s black hair wet and sticking to his forehead, too mad to be distracted by the storm.

Arya smiled, maybe he was right, maybe the woman’s words had been that… just words… 

She had cried and prayed for death, she had killed and spilled blood… and maybe her heart was dark, full of hate and she smelled of death… but her future was going to be different… 

- Feel better?- he asked her after a few seconds ignoring Lord Beric’s squire complaining about the rain waking him up

She nodded.

- Now let’s find someplace dry to sleep in…- he said, the matter over.

They did not speak anymore of the words heard, not Arya’s curse to suffer and lose herself and what she loved, not the wedding at the Twins, not the eyes she was supposed to see through… they did not speak of wolf children nor the ghost’s dream of spring… 

Arya thanked Gendry when he gave her a dry coat; they had found shelter together with Jack and Harwin between the trees. 

- Still hate me now?- smiled Gendry stretching close enough to her 

She bit her lip. 

- Are you coming to Winterfell with me?- 

He did not answer, but she heard all she needed to hear. 

The silence hurting as much as the unspoken answers to their questions.

A troubled sleep fell on the camp, rain soaking them to the point of fever, haunted dreams in a haunted place. 

All I know is future flickers, still unwritten, but if you listen to the weirwoods on a starless night, as the wind howls tales of things that will become, if you close your eyes and let the dreams come… between all the bloodshed… and the cursed thrones and heavy crowns… between ice and fire… you’ll see a winter that must be braced to once again witness spring… you’ll see some good and some bad… and if you wait long enough you’ll see two children someday meet again.

Hope you liked it <3<3 Thank you to everyone who read and a huge thank you to everyone who made beautiful works for this appreciation week, my gendrya shipper heart was very very happy.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Lyanna survives the Tower of Joy and marries Robert. Jon is raised as Ned Stark's bastard, wanting for nothing. The realm knows only peace, until a red priestess of R'hllor comes to Lyanna, singing songs of the prince that was promised and a night without end.

Author: @ladyfenring

Note from submitter: Thee asoiaf fic of all time

[agirlhasmanyfandoms]

The worst thing about reading fanfics is when people don’t know how to tag relationships. I just wanted to read some Arya and Gendry goodness, decided to give a fic a chance and came across Gendry harboring feelings for Sansa and then cheating on Arya with Sansa. Why put me through this?! I have my filters on for a reason 😭

[tonyloom]

honey do you have some good canon book!arya gendrya/jonrya fic recs? 🥺 or they can be show canon too i trust you, im just tired of reading fics written by sansa dicksuckers they make her the main character even in arya centric fics, i tried to stop reading fics after season 5 bc i hate so much that they gave arya's plot in the books to sansa

I feel you 😭 Rn im reading this gendrya fic that is very good, and if you also like jonrya you will be satisfied

A She-Wolf for a Prince - Chapter 1 - LunaKBN - A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]

Here are other Jonrya fics I like:

For Now I'm Winter - Chapter 1 - LadyBee - A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin [Archive of Our Own]

an inconvenience - Chapter 1 - KaleidoKai - A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin [Archive of Our Own]

Another Crown of Winter Roses - Chapter 1 - LadyBee - A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin [Archive of Our Own]

The Red Hood - Chapter 1 - Eanna23je - Game of Thrones (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[sashayyee]

hello. barely new here but i've been shipping gendrya since 2013. just wanna ask if yall can recommend some gendrya fics (preferably canon divergence + AUs are welcome too) please give this girl some well written, long chaptered, in-character gendrya fics. i beg yall 😭🙏

[middlingmay]

Game of Thrones (Gendrya) Fanfic Masterlist

For anyone on my blog who still lurks in the GOT fandom, here's a list of my Gendrya fanfics below:

Open your eyes 

The Starks call Gendry to a bedside vigil.

Midnight 

It's midnight at Winterfell, and some of the residents are finding it difficult to sleep.

Street of Steel

Ned Lives AU. Whilst things are coming to a head in King's Landing, an errant little wolf is on an adventure...

A Brother's Eyes 

Jon is caught staring. It works out better for him than he thought.

A Dragon in Winterfell

Jon has a little fun interrogating Gendry, and Sansa is suspicious of the Dragon Queen.

Look at me

There's a stranger who is getting closer to her family, and Sansa has to assess the threat. Or, Sansa tries to get to know Gendry, Gendry has issues with eye contact, and nothing goes the way it should.

Not for me 

Arya learns of the fall out after Sansa's talk with Gendry.

Trust Me

Arya confronts Sansa, and Sansa tries to make amends.

Flight from King's Landing 

Against his honour, Ned makes the decision to get his family out of King's Landing as Robert nears his death. But his youngest is missing and he has the opportunity to save another life.

Girl Talk

Arya makes good on her promise to tell Sansa about Gendry. Even if it did take a skin of wine.

I Know Him

Davos had dragged him all the way to Winterfell, and he was damn well going to be saved. The dead could wait.

Silent

Arya and Gendry in the aftermath of the great battle.

Red-handed 

Arya and Gendry get caught red-handed. Literally.

House of Baratheon 

For a House that was a breath away from extinction, the Baratheons excelled at one thing.

Not What I Meant

The Starks get out of King's Landing and Arya is concerned about her new friend. Ned tries to soothe her fears.

Step, Two, Three

Three times Arya and Gendry take the opportunity to dance together, and one time the didn't.

It's a Sign

In which Arya decides to get engaged, Gendry doesn't have a clue about anything, and together the embark on a ritual bastardisation of northern superstitions.

[jjofalltrades]

Dear Santa, I know exactly what I want this year.

Gendry has a secret.

He is an anonymous performer at a local club, and posts regularly online to bring in new customers. While the extra cash is nice, he gets a thrill with an audience watching.

Arya is an open book.

She isn't shy voicing her dark desires to the mysterious influencer in his comment section. Her attraction amplifies when she meets him in person during a girl's night out.

Sparks fly when they join one of the private rooms in the back and discover that one time isn't enough.

[thereluctantbadger]

Here it is! The moment you've all been waiting for!

Gendrya Kinktober!

As in years past, the rules will be about the same.

Submissions will begin on Oct 1st and go through the 31st. If you begin a written piece, but if you can't finish it before the end of the month, then you can still continue it after October is over.

There are two prompts per day. If one doesn't suit you, then hopefully the other will! Try to use both of you want an extra challenge! And if neither spark any inspiration then feel free to borrow from another day!

Submissions can be written, drawn art, graphic art, AI art, gif sets, videos, and photo edits.

Gendrya MUST be the main pairing.

There is no word limit for written work! Make it as long or as short as you want!

ALWAYS REMEMBER THE GOLDEN RULE: Your kink is not my kink, and that's ok. Never bully or shame someone for something that they post. We're all here to have fun and inappropriate behavior will not be allowed.

That being said, submissions that include underage sex will not be allowed, and any submissions including rape or other non-consenual acts must be HEAVILY flagged and tagged.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask myself, @lostinmirkwood , or @welt-verbessererin ! We hope that everyone has fun, and we can't wait to see what's in store for Gendrya Kinktober 2023!

[mysticnightmarewrites]

WIP Wednesday Friday

Thank you for the tag! @justagalwhowrites

I'm a little late, but this is what's brewing for my next chapter of the Fuck-It-List, an Arya/Gendry Kinktober prompt story.

“It was so hot seeing you stand up to your mom,” Gendry said on the drive back to their apartment. Theirs. “You should boss me around sometime.” “Don’t tell me what to do,” Arya snarked, gripping the wheel tighter. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Milady.”

[katlyn1948]

Look, I honestly don't know where this is going, but I needed to write and this is what I came up with. IDK if this will be something but enjoy it!

The cool brisk metal tickled along the concave between her breasts. The silver chain cascaded through the air as it maintained its clasped position around his neck and the only movement it offered was the rhythmic synchronized motion of his rocking hips. As Gendry thrusted, the silver chain followed and the ring at the end grazed across Arya’s heated skin.

The steady cadences of their mingled breaths reverberated around the room while Arya’s throaty mews shattered the silence. They had been going for hours, completely lost in the euphoric oblivion of each other.

As the sweat began to trickle down Gendry’s chest, Arya couldn’t resist the urge to lap at it with her wanting tongue. His salty taste exploded across her taste buds, garnering a guttural moan from her chapped lips.

Egged on by her pleasurable sounds, Gendry’s pace shifted. What was once a steady metronome became an allegro of heated beats. His fingers dug into her supple skin as his grip tightened along her vivacious waist. His other hand burrowed into the headboard above them, and his brows furrowed as his concentration to rip her over the edge multiplied tenfold.

Arya gasped at the sudden tempo change, from soft and melodic to rough and raucous. She couldn’t keep her nails from digging into the curve of his rounded ass, imprinting him as hers.

Her pleasure was teetering and as he pushed deeper and went hard, she knew it was only a matter of time before she plunged from the precipice and into a shattering oblivion.

As her insides coiled, she clenched, gripping him like a vice and extracting his own reckless abandon, milking him of all he was worth.

His worn body collapsed onto the downy bed beneath him, and he curled his burly arms around Arya’s small frame, pulling her close to his heaving chest. She burrowed her face into the warmth of his embrace and took a deep breath. He smelled of her; their scents mingled together in a wicked dance.

“How long?” she asked, her voice rough from the strain it endured yelling his name.

“An hour before someone starts to notice.” He replied as his fingers tickled the ends of hair that gave way to the middle of her back.

A rigid chill swept across Arya’s spine as she took in the revelation. “When will you be back?”

“Two weeks, if the catch is good. Will you manage?”

No. “Yes.”

“And you?”

Arya sighed and pushed herself from his embrace. She sat up and curled her legs beneath her before resting her head on her waiting knees. She studied him then, letting her eyes roam over the dips and falls of his body. He was a stunning creature with his large shoulders and strong arms and the midnight black of his paired with the ocean blue of his piercing eyes. It's no wonder she kept crawling back.

“No assignment. I’ll be here in the apartment.” Alone.

Gendry chuckled, “You’ll go mad with nothing to do and no one to kill.”

“Maybe I will be able to rid my home of your insufferable scent.” A smile danced across her lips. “Do a bit of deep cleaning.”

“I find that doubtful,” he growled as he snaked his arms around her waist before pulling her back into the safety of his arms.

Arya felt content in the confines of his embrace. Just his presence alone set an ease to the raging sea that stormed her brain. It was such a powerful relief and one she hadn’t had in a long time. But his visits were far and few in between and in just under an hour her thoughts would be scattered once more.

“Be careful out there.” She breathed against his bicep that lay nestled just beneath her head.

She could feel the cascade of kisses he planted down her spine and she couldn’t help the goose flesh that echoed across her skin. “I always am.”

“I know you are, but the sea is a treacherous place. It can be calm and steady one moment and dangerously unforgiving the next. Trust me, I know.”

Her heart ached for the longing of wanting to be at sea. The adventurous side of her craved it. But the accident left her scarred with fear that nearly crippled her every time she set foot on a boat.

Her retirement forced by the hands of fate.

“The boys and I have handled our fair share of anger ocean. We will be fine.” Gendry placed one more kiss upon her shoulder before pulling himself away from her warm bed.

Arya could hear him rummaging for his jeans as she faced away from him, not wanting to see him leave.

“I have to go over checklist today. Davvos left me in charge.” He climbed in behind her, forcing her to face him. “Don’t I always come back?”

She huffed, “Yes.”

“Then I’ll see you in two weeks.” He captured her lips once more before pulling himself from the bed and grabbing his rucksack by the door.

“Gendry?” She said before he had a chance to open the door. “I’ll see you then.”

A smile crept to his face, “I’ll see you then.”

And then he was gone.

And Arya was left alone in her apartment with a dreadful feeling that she pushed to the back of her mind because he always came back.

[pixiecactus]

I’ve seen multiple ppl saying that GRRM revealed in an interview that Gendry and Arya will have separate futures. do you have any idea what interview they’re talking about? i can’t find it

hey anon, you surely bring some very old repressed memories with that quote.

the full quote goes like this:

“Okay so GRRM, arrived in Toronto yesterday for a book signing and unfortunately because of an exam, I was unable to attend (BOO!) so I asked my friend to ask him about Gendry and Arya’s “relationship” and if they would ever reunite again. His response was that Arya and Gendry have separate futures but whether they’ll ever meet up again, you’ll just have to keep reading.”

all credit goes to the user joan jett on the forums who discovered the origin of this rumor (and because i was a young child once that believed this statement at face value, i think it's important to share where this quote came from so you can form your own opinion about it's validity)

here's the link to the fanfic: the lost wolf where you can see exactly the first time that this quote was posted.

so yeah that is the quote, it was made by a person who wasn't even present at the event in which it supposedly happened, and besides the copy and repeat of it that has taken place for years, this is the only account of that quote, no one else has come forward to confirm this, so take that as you will.

now if you wanted to know my opinion about this, i remember 10 years ago, in 2014 you could consider adwd freshly realesed, so this grrm's "quote" was the lastest we had regarding gendrya, and sure, at that time it felt like it was a bitter pill to swallow, but then again, during that time i was pretty much convinced that arya would never see nymeria again (i think it was a combination between my own dumb teen brain and assimilating the fact that asoiaf most likely won't have a happy ending) so between that "so called quote" and the direction that the show took regarding gendrya made me leave the fandom.

now as an adult, yeah, i still ship gendrya, it's one of two ships i still hold dear to my heart from my teen years.

do i think that the books will give us a gendrya endgame? well... not really (?). i ship them because, they are awesome characters in the first place and in their own (the author keep developing gendry in affc even when he's a minor character) they have a lot of potential to grow into something more and they are so complementary to each other, the most solid team i've seen in the books.

but then again, i'm pretty much a "if gendrya happens, they are going to be a first love kind of deal" shipper. because to this day i'm not sure that grrm has abandoned the idea of jonrya for completely.

obviously as a gendrya shipper i've a clear preference but at this point in my life (waiting almost 10 years for something similar to closure) i'll be happy even if all we get between arya and gendry is meeting again and rekindling their friendship.