This is a blog dedicated to Arya/Gendry whose flawlessness can be seen on HBO's Game of Thrones.
wolves and bulls wandering
wolves and bulls wandering
oh, lay my sweet lass down in the grass. // an arya x gendry fanmix (might be a bit spoilery for ASOS!)
{ 1. cold coffee - ed sheeran / 2. ho hey - the lumineers / 3. count on me - mat kearney / 4. tiptoe - imagine dragons / 5. dead sea - the lumineers / 6. demons - imagine dragons / 7. stay ft. mikky ekko - rihanna / 8. terrible love - birdy / 9. autumn leaves - ed sheeran / 10. swallowed in the sea - coldplay / 11. howl - florence + the machine / 12. little talks - of monster and men / 13. never let me go - florence + the machine }
game of thrones meme | nine characters (1/9)“When I hit that steel it sings. Are you gonna sing when I hit you?”
anonymous asked: gendry + blue
30 DAYS OF ASOIAF
Day 28: Song That Reminds You of Your Favorite Ship
→ No Light, No Light by Florence + The Machine
Arya & Gendry Fan Art - Finished.
AU! Robb is alive in this
Gendry worked day and night for four nights, beating at old swords…armor… horse shoes, barely making time for Arya.
He was actually avoiding her. This good bye was going to be a tough one.
After four years of not knowing her whereabouts or if she was even alive, he had finally reunited with his old friend.
They had travelled back to Winterfell, and there he had sworn his loyalty to her brother Robb.
It was the eve of the battle that would probably haunt history for ages to come and Gendry was still working on fixing the swords, and armor, only making time to sleep and eat.
He knew he needed the strength for what was to come.
He would fight as one of Robb’s men.
The steel rang under the hammer with every hit. The sweat rolled down his forehead, his chest, his back, his arms. And the steel sang. It sang for him.
He knew Arya was in the room. Had been for quite some time now. Just staring at him.
“How long are you gonna hide there… staring at me.”
“I wasn’t staring!” she snapped, as she jumped down from the loft.
“Yes you were. You have been for almost an hour.”
“I was trying to figure out how it all works.”
Gendry raised an eyebrow, stealing a quick glance the the sword bedded on the anvil.
“Smithing?”
“You’re fighting with them.” she changed the subject. “You’re leaving.” she accused.
“Arya, I’m a knight now. I’m sworn to your brother.”
“There are whispers … no one thinks Robb will succeed.”
Gendry set the hammer down with a clank and walked up to the small girl.
Four years had passed but she was still so small. Fierce. More so than ever, but small.
She had kept her hair trimmed too, but he doubted anyone was fooled now. Her face had lost all of it’s roundness, and her bosom wouldn’t be hidden with the tightest bandages.
“Lady Arya Stark, do you mean to tell me you believe your brother will…”
“i’m not a lady! ” she cut in, shoving him away as she had once before, many years ago.
The memory knotted his throat, and he swallowed hard.
The feeling were overwhelming.
He was scared. He couldn’t deny it. And she knew it.
“Your brother said i’m to address you as one. You’re the King of the North’s youngest sister, not Arry the orphan. I am Ser Gendry and…”
“Yes, i know.” she interrupted him a second time, slamming her shoulder against his arm as she walked past him and for the door.
“Arya.” he called after her, but she was out of the forge before he could get another word out.
Hey, I heard you were a wild one
