#otp: a nice oak tree

[hyacinths-bridgerton]

Arya: Crushes are the worst!

Gendry: I know, I always act stupid when I'm close to mine.

Arya: Pffftt you always act stupid

Gendry:

Gendry: Please, don't think too hard about this.

[aryas-tark]

All I know is that you’re beautiful and I love you.

[danysghost-archive]

Y’all what if we got a rendition of My Featherbed during this season I’m-

[jeeno2]

Your gendrya oneshots oh my gooooood! Love them!!!! When will you post the next one? I’m so excited to read it ❤️

Oh gosh, thank you so much!!

I’ll probably post the next one Monday. It feels VERY STRANGE to need to see what happens next on the show to know the direction to take a Gendrya fic, and that certainly wasn’t what I expected when I started this. But it’s a good problem to have ;)

I’m so happy you’re enjoying them so far!

[gendry]

They say the pack is led by a monstrous she-wolf, a stalking shadow grim and grey and huge. They will tell you that she has been known to bring aurochs down all by herself, that no trap nor snare can hold her, that she fears neither steel nor fire, slays any wolf that tries to mount her, and devours no other flesh but man.

[daniellelarusso]

How the Gendrya reunion should go

Gendry: I'm Robert Baratheons son

Arya: I should be calling you m'lord

Gendry: do not call me m'lord

Arya: as my lord commands

G & A: *gently kiss*

Arya whispers and looks into gendry's eyes: that wasn't very lordly

G & A: *kiss more passionately*

[waterlilyie]

Gendrya//aesthetic

[gneebee]

OTP/Shipping positivity post! 💖:

When it comes to iconic autumn things, who in your OTP rakes the leaves and who jumps in the freshly finished pile? (humor me if this doesn’t make sense in the canon setting)

Thank you so much Nonnie!

Here's a little Bethyl drabble based on your prompt:

He loves their little place, he loves the two big oak trees out front, what he loves most is living here with Beth.

What he hates is raking and bagging leaves on a perfect Fall morning. They could be out fishing, they could have a little hunting camp set up in the woods, shit, they could be doing ten things that would be more fun than raking leaves.

Thank God he’s almost done, all that’s left to do is bag the damn things.

He walks out back to the shed, gets sidetracked when he nearly busts his ass tripping over a bicycle, cusses a few times and grabs the box of leaf bags. Maybe the afternoon can be saved if he can get this pain in his ass job wrapped up.

He hustles back to the front yard, not believing what he sees there. Beth, their twin boys and the dog are all running through his nice, neat leaf piles, making a mess of things and having the time of their lives.

He could raise hell with them, he could yell and cuss, but instead he drops the box of plastic bags and runs to join in the fun.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Snow

For @thefanficfaerie​‘s OTP Challenge (2020)     Words: 836 Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader     Prompt: Winter Wonderland: Day 6 - Snow Summary: It’s the first snow of the season & Reader is eager to enjoy every minute of it. She does her best to drag Steve out of bed, he willingly comes along without much protest. When it’s time to head inside, Steve has some plans of his own.

“Iiiit’s beginning to look a lot like Christmaaaaas! Everyyyywhere you go!” You bellowed loudly, out of key and off tempo. Steve covered his ears and laughed just as loud from his spot in bed.

“Is this going to be my alarm for the next nineteen days?” He asked, moving his hands away from his face.

“Only if there’s snow on the ground.” You proclaimed. You threw open the curtains of your bedroom so that Steve could see the blanket of white covering your front lawn. “I love snow.” You sighed happily.

“Wait a minute, I thought you hated snow.” He recalled before dragging himself up into a sitting position.

“I do, but we’re enjoying the little things this year remember! So, get your snow gear on, Honey.” You leapt onto the bed and attempted to shove Steve out of it.

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going.” He smirked. As you gave him another gentle shove, Steve pretended that you successfully pushed him off the bed. He crashed to the floor with a hard thud.

“So dramatic!” You rolled your eyes, you leaned over the side of bed and peeked down at him. “You okay down there, old man?” You teased him.

“If you’re trying to kill me for my life insurance, it’s going to take a lot more than that.” He informed you, finally getting to his feet.

“Okay, last one dressed has to shovel the walk!” You declared before sprinting out of the bedroom.

“Wait, that’s not fair! You’re already dressed!” He called after you.

You put on your winter jacket and pulled the hood up over your head. You tucked your feet into your fur lined boots and opened the front door. You were immediately met with a blast of icy cool air so cold it had you reconsider going out there. With a determined huff you stepped outside. You had to get out there and inspect the quality of the snow before Steve.

There was a large oak tree that sat off the corner. You sat in front of it and got to work building a snow mound. This would be your primary line of defense for what you had planned next. You’d managed a semi-circle about four inches tall before Steve stepped out of the front door.

“What are you doing over there?” He called out to you and fat fluffy flakes continued to flutter to the ground.

“Definitely not building a snow fort.” You answered before hastily trying to pack more snow into your semi-circle structure. Steve edge closer to you, inspecting your snow fort.

“Good foundation.” He appraised. “You covered your blind spot by pressing your back against the tree. But, I have one tactical advantage over you.” He bent down and scooped a fist full of snow. “You’re not protected against arial attacks!” He proclaimed before tossing a perfectly formed snowball at you.

“Ah, no!” You tried to duck but it was no use. The snow made contact with your shoulder and burst into powder. “That’s not fair! My fort’s not done yet.”

“All is fair in love and war, isn’t that how the saying goes?” Steve disagreed.

“Well, since it seems you have some tactical advantages, both your height and your ability to make basically perfect snowballs, I guess I’ll have to employ a new strategy.” You decided.

“Oh? What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Over taking you with rapid fire!” You had several small, imperfect snowballs that you lobbed at Steve as quickly as you could.

From that point forward the war was on. You and Steve chased each other around the yard trying your hardest to avoid getting hit while still landing your mark. Steve was of course not running at his full speed to give you a fair chance, which actually meant you were winning. The icy air filled your lungs, and the muscles in your legs burned as you tried to sprint through the now ankle-deep snow. When you finally felt like you couldn’t run anymore you collapsed to the ground, letting the snow cushion your fall.

“Great idea, Darling.” Steve walked over, not out of breath at all, and dropped down next to you. “Snow Angels.” He smiled waving his arms and legs in the snow.

“Too tired for that.” You breathed.

“Well, I know what we can do instead.” Steve propped himself up on his elbows. “How about we go inside, I draw you a nice hot bath to get you warmed up?”

“Mmm, that sounds nice.” You agreed. “Too bad I’m too tired to move right now.”

“I could carry you in.” He offered. You felt one of his hands find its way to yours. “Maybe help you get undressed, stick around to make sure you don’t drown.”

“So you’ll get in the tub with me?” You asked looking over at him.

“Purely for safety reasons.” He assured you.

“Oh of course.” You nodded. “And what if I told you that was my plan all along?”

“I’d say great minds think alike.” He smiled.

[hyacinths-bridgerton]

THE STARKS ARE BY FAR THE MOST PROLIFIC FAMILY IN THE UPPER ECHELONS OF SOCIETY

Arya Stark travels a lot. If interrogated on the subject, she’d justify saying that there’s just much more of the world then the eternal circle that the aristocracy lives on. The answer matches her personality so much that rarely ever someone second guesses it, even Gendry, who knows her better than most.

Frequenting the Starks manor for years now, he has spent a lot of time silently observing Arya, her easy-going way, her enchanting smile and her sharp tongue, inwardly scribbing a life where he could ever ask for her hand. However, as the bastard he is, he has to content himself with his quiet yearning.

It’s all bound to remain the same forever, until they spend more and more time together and their perception of each other start to change, making both of them question what they thought they knew about each other—and themselves. 

[aryas-tark]

All I know is that you're beautiful and I love you, and none of it will be worth anything if you're not with me.

[danysghost-archive]

True Rulers, 3

Blurb: What if the Seven Kingdoms, for once in their whole shit history, were ruled by a just woman and an honorable man?

Word Count: 2032 (WOW OKAY)

Warnings: ONE swear word lmao

A/N: here is chapter three!! thank you @miladyaryastark for giving it a look over beforehand, if she didn’t do that, this chapter would be WAY worse. here are chapters one and two so you can catch up, here is the ao3 link, and please enjoy!

The king and queen were sitting in the throne room, each in their own chair. Even before Gendry was elected, he found the sight of the Iron Throne ghastly. Arya herself had never cared for it, more for her enemies who had previously sat there. And so, after very little discussion, they had asked Daenerys if she would destroy it. She was more than willing, as was Drogon. They designed their new seats themselves, neither bigger or more ornate than the other. From the start of their marriage, it was always a shared rule. The smallfolk were slow to adjust, but once they witnessed the power the two had together, there were no more questions.

Now, less than 10 hours after revealing her pregnancy to Gendry, the queen was focusing all her energy on the issues of the smallfolk. It was a day for them to present their problems and seek help, which Arya could not have been more grateful for. “Sir, please come forward,” she called to the next man in line. “Please, speak.”

Gendry wanted to listen. The smallfolk were a huge priority of his, considering he’d been one of them for the first 23 years of his life. But the elderly man in front of him was quickly tuned out. His mind was drawn to his conversation with Arya last night. They hadn’t talked about having kids, not that he never considered it. But now it was real, which make him happy. Still, he couldn’t help but feel that Arya wasn’t excited. And if she wasn’t, what would she ask of Maester Sam? What would she do to herself, and to their unborn child inside her?

“You’re Grace?” her voice gently called.

Gendry looked over to her, and then to the man in front of them. “Ahem, well… what do you think, my queen?”

Arya gave him a small smile and looked back to the man. “Sir, we will send two men from the city guard to help you reinforce you fences. They will assist you for the next week. Is that alright?” When the man nodded, Arya rose from her seat. “Thank you everyone, but we must take our leave. You may speak again in a fortnight.”

Gendry stood as well, nodding in agreement. “Yes, thank you all.” The guards escorted everyone out of the throne room and shut the doors behind them. He offered his hand to Arya, beginning his way down the steps. “Samwell is waiting for us in his surgery. We need to inform him of the child.” He watched, though, as the queen refused his assistance, and stomped her way down the stairs.

“I don’t want to go down there. It stinks to all the Seven Hells, and I’m sick enough as it is.” She quickly combed her fingers through the half of her hair that was down. The other half was intricately braided. She might not have been a fan of the dresses of a typical lady, but she had no problem letting her hand maids teach her fancy twists. They kept her wild locks out of her eyes all the same. “Besides, I’d like to tell Jon before I tell a maester. He’s my family, as much as you are, and I’d like to let him know.”

“Let him know what?” The clear, strong voice of Jon rang out through the throne room. He was standing in the back entrance.

Arya smiled and started to run towards him, but stopped after the first few steps. “It’s good to see you again, Jon.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him in Gendry’s direction. “We were just discussing the upcoming meeting. Sansa and Yara will be coming, so I was proposing the idea of them getting married.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “What do you think?”

Her brother let out a slightly condescending laugh. “Arya, they would have to change their laws. They may be independent, but their people are still nervous to change. It’ll take a few years before ladies are allowed to marry each other anywhere. At least in Westeros.” He shook Gendry’s hand and gave a quick bow. They were family, so most formalities were excused.

Arya folded her arms. “Well, maybe we’ll start changing them. Sooner, rather than later.”

The king put his hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Arya. Tell him.” His voice was soft. He didn’t want to push her, not in her state. But he knew keeping it from Jon too long would only make things worse.

Jon looked between them. “What’s wrong?” His eyes landed on his sister. “Arya?”

The lady shot an angry glare at her husband, and slammed her foot on top of his. The heel of her boots crushed his smaller toes, cracking the joints. “Thanks a lot.” She straightened her bodice, which was now looser than she normally had it. “You’d better not be angry with me.” Her voice was threatening, but it hid a shyness that not many got to see.

Jon shook his head. “Why would I be angry?”

She took a deep breath, passing one final look to Gendry. “Because… I’m carrying Gendry’s child.” Her eyes were steel daggers on her brother’s face; waiting, watching to see how he would react.

Gendry himself, on the other hand, wore a completely bewildered look. He may be the king, but Jon was Arya’s older brother. There was an automatic protection, and for Gendry, danger.

The Northman broke into a grin, and kissed Arya’s cheek. “I’m very happy for you.” Almost immediately after, he slung an arm around Gendry’s shoulders, pulling him in tightly. He leaned in, their foreheads nearly touching. “If anything happens to my sister while she carries that child, I will lob your cock off so fast, you won’t even know it’s gone.”

Arya scoffed and pulled the two apart. “Oh, please, I’m going to be fine. Sam is the best maester we could hope for. Besides, compared to everything else… how hard could being pregnant be?”

Just then, the creaking of the main doors cut the silence. “You’re pregnant?”

The trio turned.

It was Sansa. Standing in the open doors, wearing a dark blue gown, embroidered with a direwolf across the chest, weirwood leaves along the hem, and snowflakes down the sleeves. She wore her silver crown atop her straight red hair. She was a vision to behold, as always. She drifted across the floor, Ser Brienne appearing behind her, quickly meeting her siblings and the king near the other end of the room. “You’re pregnant,” she directed to Arya again, this time not a question. She was smiling, but trying to hide it by biting her lip. Sansa, while still sharp of mind, had gotten back some of the excitable, young girl she used to be. Arya knew it was taking a lot for her not to immediately start suggesting names.

The queen raised her eyebrows at her husband. “My dear, I think we need thicker doors.” The girls bowed to each other, in respect of their own kingdoms, and quickly hugged. They all made their way to the royal dining room for supper, updating each other on their lives. Sansa and Yara had arranged trade deals between the North and the Iron Islands, moving through the proper channels to hopefully unite both kingdoms. The two had met at the council meeting after the taking of Kings Landing, and as queens of independent kingdoms, thought it would be good to keep in touch. Arya wasn’t surprised when she heard they were together.

“I knew there was something there!” Arya bellowed. “Any time you mentioned her, it got more and more romantic. You can’t fool me, sister.” She took a sip of ale, passing a smirk to Sansa.

The Northern queen couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not my fault you use those wild assassin skills as an advantage,” she quipped back. For a moment, the three Stark could almost feel like it was one of their family dinners; the kind Ned and Catelyn would make jokes at, and where Bran and Arya would pretend to duel with their knives. But as much as any of them wished they could have one of those again, Sansa was usually the realist. She dabbed her lips clean with the cloth, and lowered her eyes to her lap, trying to hide the sadness in them. “So… do you know what will happen after the child is born?” She flicked her gaze up to Gendry. “Regarding the succession?” She sat up straighter and placed her hands on the table. “You have thought about that, right?”

Jon put his hands up a bit, already knowing the storm that could brew. “Maybe we should stay out of it, Sansa. They probably want to discuss it on their own.” His voice was level and calming. He was good at mediating, which make him excellent as Master of Laws.

Gendry sighed uncomfortably. “Well, we only found out last night. It hadn’t crossed my mind.” He suddenly took Arya’s hand in his, under the table, squeezing it. He told himself he was doing it to comfort her, but it was definitely more for his own sake. “I think we wanted to wait until we could discuss it with the small council.”

Arya scrunched her forehead. “We should keep the election method. Changing so quickly would be unfair to other houses, unfair to others who could rule better.” She pulled her hand from his. “We can’t betray their trust.” She speared a piece of pigeon with her fork and ate it swiftly. Even at dinner, she followed Syrio’s lessons.

Hurt crossed Gendry’s eyes. He and Arya had their disagreements at times, but somehow this felt different. More raw. “Well, I think it’s worth discussing with the small council before we make any final decisions.” He leaned back in his chair and smiled at his sibling-in-laws, hoping it would ease the tension.

The queen rolled her eyes at her husband. Without another word, Arya slid back from the table and headed for her chambers.

Sansa huffed. She felt guilty for even bringing it up, and more so that it had upset her sister. “I should go check on her.” She got up from her chair and rounded to Gendry’s side of the table, giving him a pitiful look. “You, of all people, know she doesn’t take kindly to being told what to do.” She kissed her brothers cheek and briskly followed after Arya.

Jon pressed his lips into a thin line and shrugged. “She’s right. And you know it,” he grumbled, sipping his wine. “Just apologize and talk about it together, alone. She’s more likely to listen to you, then.” He patted his shoulder, hoping it was at least somewhat comforting.

The king let his head fall into his hands, releasing a frustrated moan as he did so. He knew his queen make a point, and he couldn’t argue that keeping the election system was better than bloodline succession. But something in the back of Gendry’s mind - or maybe in the back of his heart - didn’t want to give up the chance the child would have at ruling. He looked in the direction Arya had left. Quickly, he called in the squires and maids, thanked Jon for joining them, and excused himself to bed. Thinking on it, running to the royal chambers was the fastest he’d ever moved. He stood at his own bedroom door in no time, opening it as quietly as he could. He saw that his wife was already in her sleeping gown, all candles snuffed, and asleep.

He changed into a long, torn up tunic and slid under the blanket next to her. His chest felt tight, and as he looked down at her sleeping face, he remembered exactly why he asked her to marry him in the first place. He leaned down and kissed her temple. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, so quietly, he wasn’t sure she would be able to hear him, even with his lips grazing her ear. He settled into the downy and closed his eyes. As he felt himself drifting off, a small pair of lips pressed themselves onto his cheek.

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[jonsnowbrooding]

Funky Tag Game

I was tagged by @madkskillz thank you bb  (every time you tagged me in things, I just ☺️😍❤️💖😚😍💞😍😌😆 )

Relationship Status: single bb yeaaaah!!

Favourite Color: Blue (every shade of blue)

Top Three Ships

1. Jon x Sansa

look at these dorks, I love them. Season 8 can’t come soon enough 🙌 🙌

2. Jaime x Brienne

It’s gonna happen bb!! 

3. Gendry x Arya

otp: A nice oak tree

Lipstick or Chapstick: I won’t choose and you can’t make meeeeee

Last Song: Just a friend by biz mark (well not exactly listen to the whole song I just rewatch IASIP: Dennis and Dee go on welfare 😂 love them my trash twin )

Last Movie:  Sense & Sensibility

Currently Reading:  Poison: A Wicked Snow White Tale by Sarah Pinborough

I’m tagging: @lady-and-lemoncakes @dinazulu @survivor-reborn @mycrazyfangirl21 @hereyesblueasice @wynafryd-manderly

[sansa-of-oldstones]

Character - Gendry Waters 😚

Thank you for the ask! 💕

I love Gendry so much.

Favorite thing about them:That he is protective, and stands up for those smaller than him. He has strong beliefs.

Least favorite thing about them: That he joined the brotherhood without banners.

Favorite line:”A nice oak tree!”

This whole exchange is just so cute, and total childhood sweethearts.

brOTP:Gendry and Davos or Jon.

OTP:Gendrya 5ever, Gendry and his hammer/helmet

nOTP:Hmmm I don’t really have one, but Gendry and Melisandre, I guess. It got icky, creepy vibes.

random headcanon:He saw Arya chasing the cats in King’s Landing one day, and laughed his ass off. After the first day he saw her, he hoped she’d run by again. She did not disappoint.

Unpopular opinion:I would like for him to be legitimized, and be Lord of Storm’s End. He’d make a good lord. Also, I feel like, “you would be my lady.” is foreshadowing. You may be wondering, BUT the Baratheon’s held the Iron Throne before Robert died! I don’t think the Iron Throne stands a chance to survive GOT/ ASOIAF.

Song I associate with them:U Can’t Touch This - MC Hammer (lol STOP! HAMMER TIME)

Favorite picture:OMG I love Gendry in this entire scene - https://rubyredwisp.tumblr.com/post/90772869412

Send me a character!

[forestluv]

i think one of the reasons gendry and arya is make such an appealing ship (to me anyway!) is that nothing has actually happened between them at this point. there’s obviously the fact that she’s highborn and 5 years his junior, but their romance isn’t romance yet, and that’s what makes the potential for romance so sweet. they tease each other, argue with each other, look out for each other, playfight, occasionally compliment each other, and experience jealousy when there’s a suggestion of someone else in the picture, but their feelings for each other aren’t a fully formed romance to this point.

the relationship is very pure. there are so many instances of romance in the series that come with some level of “yikes”, so to see these two likeable characters form a genuine friendship and exchange childish flirtation and then be separated for god knows how long, it creates the potential for a really fun love story (and a genuinely strong romantic relationship) when they reunite.

when they meet, arya is traumatized and gendry becomes essentially the only person that she can trust and throughout her pov chapters we see that he is worthy of that trust. they stick together and though there are textual hints at a potential romance (the featherbed song, “a nice oak tree”, the little hints at jealousy, the robert-lyanna parallels, etc), there is never a moment where that romance seems all that close to being acted upon and that’s what makes their love story so nice. grrm definitely heavily hints at the romantic aspect of gendry and arya’s relationship, but he also just lets them be kids (kids who like each other and - because of the class aspect - have to think about the complications of enjoying the company of someone you’re not supposed to be in company with, but still just kids who found friendship when they had no one else to trust).

I just personally really love the hints at their love story and that they are just hints for now, so that when they reunite, all grown up, their romantic relationship can be super beautiful and built on a solid foundation of trust, stubbornness, playfulness, and friendship. theyre just sweet and i love my wholesome otp.

[threeseagrass]

books meme: nine otps [1/9]: gendrya (arya stark & gendry) - a song of ice and fire by george r.r. martin

“You look different now. Like a proper little girl." "I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns." "Nice, though. A nice oak tree.”