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I love Maeve!Gendry. This makes so much sense. Also refreshing to see a fic where Gendry is really smart (which he is!).
careful as I write her name on the corner of the page
My short attention span is showing… not sure what happened here but have some Friday silliness xoxo
She knew it wasn’t anything special. He did it for tons of people. For all subjects, it seemed. Well, good for him. She wasn’t one to fault anyone for showing a little hustle.
Plus, it reaffirmed that he was smart.
She liked that.
Not that it mattered, because she didn’t mean anything to him. But still.
OR
A very flustered and confused Arya Stark ends up paying the new kid to do her homework that she could easily have done herself
Read it here.
Like many readers of A Song of Ice and Fire before me (but not nearly enough), I feel somewhat disturbed by how GRRM deals with childbirth. While I love the books and the complex, nuanced female POV characters the author brings forth, I have do have criticism regarding how women in general are treated in the story, way way to often as mere plot devices. GRRM's use of "death by childbirth" as a gendered way to kill off characters strikes me as particularly problematic, but the way labour and birthing are actually portrayed is also not without issues.
In the realm of asoiaf fanfiction most (but not all, naturally) of what I've read depicting childbirth feels like it's told either from a perspective that is very medicalized and doctor-centric (is that a thing?) or by someone who has learned about it mostly through other forms of fiction. I'm usually bothered with the amount of agency attributed to the woman labouring (too little, imnsho) or with scenarios that speak to an overall lack of knowledge about the physiology of birth.
So I thought I'd try my hand at it. It felt like a really really daunting task, but I really really wanted to see what I could come up with, if I'd be able to write something that felt truthful and gritty, but also delicate and respectful of the experience of giving birth. I chose an outsider point of view for the narrative voice, so we get Arya giving birth through a Gendry POV.
I am very passionate about this subject, and I loved each minute I spent with the text, written hastly in the middle of the night. Once I started writing, it simply flowed.
This is an excerpt:
"It make no matter what you isn't, son. You is the father. A good one, I dare hope. You let her lean on you now." Arya was panting between his legs, still on her knees. Trembling and pale though she was, she was strong. The strongest person I’ve ever known. Naturally she found her might again. She set a foot on the floor in front of her, so she was kneeling on one leg, and then held on to Gendry’s knees behind her to raise herself to a squatting position. Wylla had to be truly happy with what unfolded in front of her; there was a fond smile on her face, so broad Gendry could see the gap where she had lost a tooth.
“Tis perfect, dear. You doing so well! You is fierce. Let us see that babe, m’dear. The babe know the way. You may let come.” Wylla crouched in front of them. “You doing so well dear. You is. I know the hurt. It’ll pass, promise. I can see the head. You wanna feel the head?”
Gendry couldn’t see her face, but he could feel Arya’s smile. That’s why she didn’t want the maester around. This last turn of moon, Sims had been rattling on and on about draughts for the pain, and the necessity of lying still all through labour so not to waste the strength she’d need when came time to push. Bloody idiot.
This fic was inspired by the second prompt of @aryaxgendryweek 2020, "I got your back".
If you're interested and wanna read more, this is the link to it on ao3.
If you're interested in the discussion about women in asoiaf, the dead ladies club by @joannalannister a great place to start.
I'm sad this got no reaction whatsoever so I'm reblogging it. Is that allowed, or is it like considered crass? I'm still quite lost when it comes to tumblr etiquette.
Arya's POV is in the works
I’m the Wolf. I'm Arya, of House Stark. She was. She knew of who she was, the difficulty was the how. Nan was diligent and minded her place, but Cat of the Canals was all cheeky attitude. Blind Beth was simple and dour, Mercy giggly and pretty and aloof, and Lyra lively and witty and charming, a maiden recently flowered… I could never be no one, so I was each of them in turn. As a girl, Arya had been the most like Cat, though Arya Underfoot was never so foul-mouthed as Cat of the Canals. Septa Mordane wouldn’t have it. She’d become a woman since then. So many faces she’d put on… and many masks she wore still. I know only how to perform.
Save with Gendry. The smith was fiercely loyal, and the only true friend she had now. And quite the bedmate, too.
Read it from the beginning here
Six Sentence Sundey
I wish I had more time to work on About Oaths and Wolves than I currently do. It's really fun, though, and I cherish every minute I get to spend with this story.
Harwin. Arya seemed to trust the northman, but the last time he had trusted Gendry was before the hangwoman was risen. That night the older man had wanted nothing more than to leave already, but still stopped to help Gendry cinch a saddle around the palfrey when his own hands turned stiff and clumsy with dread. Autumn rain was heavy upon them when they went into the woods, raising their voices to call her name. Lord Beric shouted in his commanding manner, Tom Sevenstrings called with his far-reaching cries, Thoros screamed his booming roar, but despair was most evident in their voices, his and Harwin’s. When they didn’t find Arya, theirs had been the worst anguish, but they never found it in each other to suffer together. Gendry had lost his only true friend, the fearless leader of their pack... he had been a boy then, and Harwin a grown man, he had no clue what the northman had lost in Arya Stark.
Book!canon reunion fic, y'all. Read from the beginning here
If that is not a compliment, then I don't know what is
About Oaths and Wolves updated!
Chapter five, The She-Wolf’s Interlude
She’d been laying on the furs without closing her eyes for what felt like hours when Gendry stirred at her side.
"What keeps you from sleep?"
He held her with his strong warm arms and gathered her into his chest, but tonight this made her feel no more at ease.
"Death awaits us in Winterfell," she whispered.
"What?" His voice was raspy and slow, like it ought to be at such hour.
"That's what the Ghost said."
"The… ghost?" Gendry chuckled "you're not making sense, m'lady."
He was teasing her. That probed a slight smile to form on her lips. There was no stiff deference in the way he said the title now, and for that reason she let it slide. That, and also she was concerned about other things, serious things.
"The Ghost of High Heart. That old dwarf woman we called on on our way from the inn," Arya said into the night.
"Is that what she said? I always wondered."
read from the beginning here
Friends excited about my work make my day 😍
About Oaths and Wolves updated!
Chapter five, The She-Wolf’s Interlude
She’d been laying on the furs without closing her eyes for what felt like hours when Gendry stirred at her side.
“What keeps you from sleep?”
He held her with his strong warm arms and gathered her into his chest, but tonight this made her feel no more at ease.
“Death awaits us in Winterfell,” she whispered.
“What?” His voice was raspy and slow, like it ought to be at such hour.
“That’s what the Ghost said.”
“The… ghost?” Gendry chuckled “you’re not making sense, m'lady.”
He was teasing her. That probed a slight smile to form on her lips. There was no stiff deference in the way he said the title now, and for that reason she let it slide. That, and also she was concerned about other things, serious things.
“The Ghost of High Heart. That old dwarf woman we called on on our way from the inn,” Arya said into the night.
“Is that what she said? I always wondered.”
read from the beginning here
Waning and Waxing
Oh, the irony!
I wrote this short one-shot fic for the "family tradition" prompt for @aryaxgendryweek (very belatedly because I didn't have a tumblr on the first week of August).
The family tradition I meant to overtly work with in the story was "going to the godswood to think"... but only rereading it now I realized there is another family tradition portrayed: wolf-blooded Stark women going to Dorne to give birth.
Unintended consequences twice over, I guess...
Like an uncomfortable garment much too stuffy for summer, doubt had cloaked her for the last three days. The first full moon of the summer was starting to wane, the sun shone warmly and the air felt crisp and cool, yet of late it caught in her throat every time she tried to draw it in deep, as if that cloak constricted her lungs. Eddard Stark would always seek the quiet of the godswood to think, it gave her comfort to do the same, to honor the Stark tradition, to honor her father’s gods. He'd come clean Ice in the waters black as night whenever he took a man’s life, she knew. For herself, she'd taken innumerable lives, but that was not the reason she sought the gods. The heart tree watched her back and she watched the water, hoping its eerie stillness could quiet her racing thoughts. Calm as still water was what Syrio used to say, and she had learned to bring to mind this very image, the black pool beneath the heart tree of Winterfell’s godswood, but now even to look at it wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough. Nothing would ever be the same. With dread, she realized she had seldom felt so shaken. Only this is good, it has to be. A blessing, she told herself, it was a blessing, truly powerful and beautiful. It felt so out of place, though. Now was not the time. This is not the time.
The moon certainly looked down on Arya Stark with some pity. Summer is to blame, she concluded. Or maybe Bran, who ordered the cask of dornish red to be opened for the feast. The summer feast was held the same day the white raven arrived. Winterfell was well prepared, for Morna Whitemask had warned her lordly brother of the changing seasons long before the bird came. The bountiful spring harvests made the feast a wonderous thing, a beautiful thing; there had been so much glee and joy and pride in everybody’s eyes… and peace, in the land and in her heart. Only a fortnight past, it was, when Arya danced with half a hundred men, ate plump strawberries from the glass gardens adorned with thick sweet cream, drank deep from the dry strong wine she liked so well, and went to her chambers giggly and giddy and had her lover carelessly. Have I brought this upon myself? she enquired herself and the gods. Have I asked for it?
Love your inclusions!!
I'm sorry but I'm set on dour and stoic Jon Snow playing Frank because his little sister wouldn't take no for an answer. I'm not really into the show but Kit Harrington's luscious locks might have played a part with this casting choice in my mind.
But Jojen as Riff Raff with Meera as Magenta is perfect. Forget poor Ned Dayne, he doesn't belong here. He got charged with special effects after he was dismissed as Rocky. God knows we need special effects with Rocky Horror.
But how could I have forgotten Lommy and Hot Pie?? Could we agree to have Lommy as the Narrator/Criminologist? I think he would love the feeling of control imbued in the part.
Hot Pie as Hot Pie. He is stage assistant and brings the snacks to rehearsals and always reads the lines for every part when someone isn't there.
Gendrya prompt: Rocky Horror Picture Show reenactment
A modern AU where 16yo Arya Stark watches the cult classic for the first time and becomes obsessed with it (like any sane person ever). She enlists her family and friends to put together an amateur show and that has everyone and their mother going crazy. Hilarity ensues.
Sansa is cast as pretty and (initially)proper Janet. At first she wants to say no bacuse Rocky Horror is not her scene, but Arya convinces her to join because she'll be lead star and show off her beautiful singing vocie and come on Susan Sarandon is just awesome!
Arya wants to cast Robb as Brad and at first he says yes on principle but then he becomes a little weirded out to be Sansa's fiance in the story. Robb becomes director, though come on everyone knows Arya is the one truly in command.
They are 'Bradless' for a while untill shy and dorky Podric Payne comes to save the day. And he can sing, too! (Maybe Arya overhears him distractedly singing to himself and goads him into joining?)
Jon as Dr. Frank-N-Furter. Enough said. Enough. Said. (Of course like Robb Jon just says yes on principle to anything Arya asks).
Bran as Dr. Scott in his wheelchair.
Jojen Reed with his ominous tone as the Narrator.
Arya herself as Columbia, because she is snappy and full of energy and also a dancer with an amazing range that can tapdance like a pro (but she couldn't sing to save her life).
Jeyne Poole as Magenta if we can see some animosity there, or Meera Reed as Magenta so she can be friends to Arya and do all the saucy backstage gossip.
Theon as Eddie, constantly trying to hit on Arya in their scenes together.
Edric Dayne as solemn Riff Raff.
Edric Dayne is initialy cast as Rocky because blond and pretty, but he's super uncomfortable so it doesn't work. In comes GENDRY all strong and handsome with his body oiled down wearing nothing but golden boxerbriefs. You can thank me for that mental image.
Rehearsals for this crazy hot musical wake up some unknown feelings in everyone. Arya and Gendry, up untill this point really good friends, become a horny mess.
Bonus: imagine the rehearsals for the number "In Just Seven Days I Can Make You a Man" with Jon and Gendry!!!
The title for this has gotta be 'Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me'.
I hope this goes viral and someone writes this or at least more people can laugh at this post untill their teary-eyed like me.
I've got a snippet
"Have you been working on the pelvic thrust?"
She said it all innocently, loud and clear and in the middle of everyone. Fuck her. He swallowed. That was okay. He could take the high ground.
"It's covered."
Did he manage to sound nonchallant? No one seemed to have payed any mind to their exhange. Meera Reed was helping Sansa and Pod with the ring scene to the corner, Lommy was pacing and mumbling his lines to himself, Jon was next her, trying to learn the time warp. He shot a dismayed look at Gendry, like he was saying 'am I seriously the only one still struggling with this?'. He was, of course.
"The lyrics are literally telling you what to do, what could be so hard?" Arya chastised her brother. "Knees in tight, Jon! If your knees don't touch the move is never gonna work right. This is supposed to be insase. Try it again from the top."
She left his side then, and walked towards Gendry. Did Arya have to wear just leggings and a training bra to rehearsals? Really?
As she passed him, she turned her head to keep her eyes on his. "I'm gonna have check if that pelvic thrust is really covered," she said all serious, but he could see her shoulders shaking with laughter a few steps further, her back to him. She was out to torture him.
Gendrya prompt: Rocky Horror Picture Show reenactment
A modern AU where 16yo Arya Stark watches the cult classic for the first time and becomes obsessed with it (like any sane person ever). She enlists her family and friends to put together an amateur show and that has everyone and their mother going crazy. Hilarity ensues.
Sansa is cast as pretty and (initially)proper Janet. At first she wants to say no bacuse Rocky Horror is not her scene, but Arya convinces her to join because she'll be lead star and show off her beautiful singing vocie and come on Susan Sarandon is just awesome!
Arya wants to cast Robb as Brad and at first he says yes on principle but then he becomes a little weirded out to be Sansa's fiance in the story. Robb becomes director, though come on everyone knows Arya is the one truly in command.
They are 'Bradless' for a while untill shy and dorky Podric Payne comes to save the day. And he can sing, too! (Maybe Arya overhears him distractedly singing to himself and goads him into joining?)
Jon as Dr. Frank-N-Furter. Enough said. Enough. Said. (Of course like Robb Jon just says yes on principle to anything Arya asks).
Bran as Dr. Scott in his wheelchair.
Jojen Reed with his ominous tone as the Narrator.
Arya herself as Columbia, because she is snappy and full of energy and also a dancer with an amazing range that can tapdance like a pro (but she couldn't sing to save her life).
Jeyne Poole as Magenta if we can see some animosity there, or Meera Reed as Magenta so she can be friends to Arya and do all the saucy backstage gossip.
Theon as Eddie, constantly trying to hit on Arya in their scenes together.
Edric Dayne as solemn Riff Raff.
Edric Dayne is initialy cast as Rocky because blond and pretty, but he's super uncomfortable so it doesn't work. In comes GENDRY all strong and handsome with his body oiled down wearing nothing but golden boxerbriefs. You can thank me for that mental image.
Rehearsals for this crazy hot musical wake up some unknown feelings in everyone. Arya and Gendry, up untill this point really good friends, become a horny mess.
Bonus: imagine the rehearsals for the number "In Just Seven Days I Can Make You a Man" with Jon and Gendry!!!
The title for this has gotta be 'Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me'.
I hope this goes viral and someone writes this or at least more people can laugh at this post untill their teary-eyed like me.
5, 8, 15 for the fanfic writing asks!
@kelleesioverhere thanks for the ask!
5. Something you hate to see in smut
Gods that's hard to answer without being bitchy! I'll try to play nice. I enjoy smut that feels real, so the further it deviates from what I understand to be... let's say... possible the less I like it. I get really annoyed when a character once stated to be completely clueless becomes a sex god/goddess without any development. Also, I feel strongly about modern AUs where there is no mention (or worse, an incorrect understanding) of condoms and/or birth control - I feel like that’s borderline irresponsible.
8. Something you love to see in dialogue
I don’t really know how to express it, but like, cadence, so to speak? I like dialogue that I can hear in my head, so I really appreciate the extensive use of punctuation and italicized text to convey a sort of rhythmic quality to the written words. Well placed commas, ellipsis, dashs- I live for it. I obsess with it when it comes to my own writing, testing several possibilities before settling for that final one…
15. We all project onto our characters. Where has your personality or life choices leaked onto the page the most?
The two pieces of writing I’ve posted that are closest to my heart are I Got Your Back and Waning and Waxing.
I Got Your Back was written taking into account on my own experience of going through the process of childbirth without medical intervention; trying to put that to page from a third person POV (a man’s POV!) proved to be a more intense experience than I anticipated when I set to do so. It flowed from my fingers within minutes and stirred a lot of feelings (good ones!). This particular ficlet moves me every time I reread, I feel I was able to do justice to the amount of agency I believe women should be allowed when in labour.
Waning and Waxing is about coming to terms with an unplanned pregnancy, another “been there, done that” for myself. It was much harder to write than I Got Your Back. Whereas the joy was absolutely unambiguous when it came to the birth itself, I resonate deeply with the conversation Arya has with the Old Gods in this one.
3 and 6 for the fic writer asks, please!
3. Something you wish a commenter had called attention to, but got ignored
Oh, this is hard. I love comments (who doesn't?) I love the process of having a conversation, talking back and forth about what I wrote or about what other people wrote (hence these asks as well). I guess one thing I could point out is that commenters tent to focus on plot points they enjoy, but what puts the biggest smile on my face are comments about style, tone and mood - like, about the writting itself. I have a couple of short fics with a bunch of kudos and barely any comments... and it eats at me, because I would love to know how people felt about those one-shots, what exactly they appreciated about it.
6. Something you love to see in smut
There are many ways to write great smut! When it comes to style I enjoy smut when it's written to be a sensual experience. I want to be immersed in that moment, that feeling, so I love when authors go beyond "anatomical descriptions" of what's going on and include lots of sensory information: how things smell, taste and sound; bodily sensations like tingles and shivers; tactile sensations like rough, smooth, wet, slicky. When it comes to what is actually portrayed I'm a sucker for sub/dom dynamics, and I specially love when characters get play both roles at different moments in the story.
last line tag game
rules: post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.
I was tagged by @jepshe thank you!
I... have not been writting much. Real life is fucking crazy, upside down. I moved from my apartment into a house, work has been taxing, I never have the energy to actually sit down with my story, which is a total bummer.
WIP: About Oaths and Wolves
That said, I went back to my googledrive document to find the last line I wrote, and I realized I don’t really know. I’m pretty sure the last line on the bottom of the page is much older than some other stuff there in the middle. Oh, well. This is certainly one of the most recent ones:
She broke into a smile full of teeth instead, a grin that somehow scared him.
aaaaaaaand every writter I know on tumblr has been tagged already, so I invite anyone who happens upon this post to participate!
If that's delusional then I'm def 'delulu' as well. I even wrote a version of it happening, actually. Arya is the BwB new leader, called the Wolf. Gendry, who was at the inn, hears Lady Stoneheart is gone and hopes to leave the BwB and so seeks their new commander to ask for leave (he doesn't know the Wolf is Arya). They meet, some stuff happens (two whole chapters and not even a kiss!) and Gendry is still tagging along two weeks later. They are riding together and Gendry asks Arya about her next move. This scene ensues:
For the first time, Arya seemed unsure about what to answer. Gendry remembered that look on her face once, a lifetime ago, when they were somewhere in this very woods, east of Harrenhal, hungry and afraid. I'll tell you if you'll tell me, she had said warily, but he’d had nothing to tell and said as much. She’d chosen to confide in him when they’d been kids. My name is Arya, of House Stark. It hurt deeper than it should, then and now. She doesn’t know if she should trust me. “No, don’t tell me of your secrets, m’lady. It’s naught to me where you’ll be going.” “I share my secrets as I please. It’s no secret to my men where I’m going though. We head north from Acorn Hall. Before Vance arrives with his party, too.” That shook him some. “I'm your man?” She halted to stare at him, long and hard. “Am I not the Wolf?” She asked, voice firm. “You were knighted in the Hollow Hill. You’ve not as yet forsaken the oath you swore to Lord Beric, Gendry.” “Nor do I mean to.” That escaped his lips before he even thought it. He did mean to. I promised Willow I’d only escort the orphans, then leave. “Is that so?” “I mean to swear my sword to you. I forged it myself. It’s yours. If you’ll take it, m’lady.” His words fell from him thick with feeling. “Don’t mock me,” Arya said, but there was no fight in her. “I’m not. Mocking you. I’d never.” He was serious, by she laughed at him. She just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon he was laughing too, so much so he had tears in his eyes. The wind was stronger uphill, it swept their laugher and added to his tears. His vision was a blur, and another memory came to him unbidden as they silenced. It was the image of Arya beneath him… not like she appeared to him in dreams and not like she was now; Arya like she'd been when they were kids, skinny and determined, squirming under his weight, fighting back while he tickled her over that pretty lady's gown she wore. That's got to be the last time I laughed. Such awareness filled his chest with equal amounts of warmth and dread. What little joy I ever found was with Arya. “I’ll have your sword,” her voice brought Gendry out of his sulking. He spied a smirk plastered to her face, and felt heat color his red. “Good,” he managed. It was inevitable to swallow a few times before he could continue. “I’m not going to stop now and kneel on the snow though. I’m not as stupid as you.” She frowned at that, but only urged her mare forward.
And here is the link for the whole fic, if you're interested:
Maybe I’m being delulu but the thought of ser Gendry pledging his loyalty to Arya after she becomes the leader of the BWB is… 🥹😭❤️👌👌👌
im right there with you we can be delusional together!
Set Sail || Gendrya
Two years after leaving Westeros, Arya manages to get Gendry on her ship.
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Arya trailed a lazy hand across his chest, lingering on the feel of the soft curls that had grown since she’d seen him last. “You’re really here,” she marveled aloud. The ship gently rocked, lending to the almost dreamlike scene of having him in her bed. Panting against each other, she wasn’t sure this wouldn’t haunt her when it came time to leave again.
“Never thought I’d willingly step onto another boat,” Gendry joked, his mouth settled and warm along her hairline. Eyes roving about the cabin, he held her just a bit more tightly. “Rowing away from Dragonstone took fucking ages, another almost led to my death beyond the wall. Then, this one took you away from me.”
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Oh my god...god dang this was amazing! It was a freaking amazing journey from start to (oh my god) finish, and any praise I give this just does not do it justice!
(Also this photo set reminds me of that one part from “cruel summer” where it goes “and it’s new, the shape of your body, it’s blue, the feeling I’ve got and ooh, it’s a cruel summer”)
took the long road - ch. 11 - epilogue: winterfell to the wall
featuring - labels and routines and new ground
❄️💙
EVERYONE GO READ THIS IT’S AMAZING
here comes a greek tragedy
after arya’s partner twists his ankle during a particularly stressful practice, her coach believes the best course of action is to ask arya’s former hookup to help her practice. what could go wrong?
credit to @oryss for the idea in this post!! i saw it and fell in love and then proceeded to take like a year to write it ahahaha i’m a mess i apologize but i’m so excited to finally post this bad boy and i hope you all like it !! :)))
Hi, hello, this is amazing and so well written, @thereluctantbadger is amazing, read it!
She absolutely does the premise justice and more, it ties back in a cool way to canon, and her descriptions of the environment and Arya’s headspace are phenomenal and wonderful!
Between Adrift and Standing Still - Chapter 2
Did I start hyperventilating when I saw a 21k friends with benefits fic? Yes, yes I did
you made it a joke (that’s how the fun ends)
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire
Pairing: Arya Stark / Gendry Waters
Series: Love’s a Gun (1/?)
Words: 21,878
Chapter(s): 1/1
Rating: Explicit
AO3 / / Playlist
In between weddings, she supposes they’re little more than strangers passing in the night. But the few hours they manage to steal together are enough to convince Arya they could be something more.
Ohhh my god this is lovely! Thank you!
Also: “Huh,” Hot Pie hums thoughtfully, having been sitting on Arya’s other side the entire time.
Ahahahahaha, that’s very Hot Pie!
Also, 14. We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other!
The fridge door slams shut. Arya looks up from her bowl of cereal with a quirked brow.
“Bad morning?” She asks, trying not to stare too long at Gendry’s arms as he grips tightly onto his bottle of juice. She wonders if he notices that he’s starting to cave it in.
“ ‘s fine,” he says through too many teeth for it to be true.
“You sure?”
His jaw clenches, then unclenches. He walks away. Then the jaw clenches again. He walks back.
“You know what? No.”
“No?”
“I told you not to drink any of this!”
Arya’s brows draw together. “What?”
Pointedly, he slams the bottle on the counter. Then slowly rotates it until Arya can see a small series of black, horizontal lines etched on the side with permanent marker.
“You’ve…been marking your juice?” She asks, because it’s just such a Sansa thing to do.
“I had to! Because ever since you moved in, it’s been missing drinks and underwear that’s not mine mixed in with the wash and- and-!”
“And?”
“And pay for your own fucking juice!”
Arya blinks slowly, not sure what’s happening. “Okay. I’ll buy you a replacement-”
“I don’t want a replacement! I want the juice to go back to how it was! Back to before it bothered me at all!”
“I can’t just undrink juice, stupid!”
“You should’ve thought about that before you had some and fucked it all up for me!”
“Shut up!”
“You!” Gendry slams the bottle on the counter again, glaring at her with slightly flared nostrils, before he turns and leaves.
Arya sits in silence for a moment.
“Huh,” Hot Pie hums thoughtfully, having been sitting on Arya’s other side the entire time.
“Huh what?”
“Nothing. Just reminds me of the time he was all mad cuz you went and put the toilet paper in wrong.” Hot Pie shrugs.
Arya swears. She had been a little drunk that night, and had to be helped back into the apartment by Theon of all people. She accidentally knocked the holder off the wall and had to clumsily re-install it the next morning.
“Or the time you got mud everywhere last week.”
When she and Mycah had gotten back from outdoor training and caught in a storm. Gendry had walked in just as she and Mycah had been throwing their shirts in the wash and had a conniption over the state of the floors.
Arya frowns. Theon. Mycah. Could it be…?
“Or when you let his plant die.”
She didn’t let it die. Just said she couldn’t plant sit that weekend because she was going to Podrick’s place to work on a lab project.
“And now juice,” Hot Pie shakes his head, lifting his mug to his lips.
Arya hadn’t touched the juice. She’d just gone on a date last night with Ned-
“Hot Pie?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you drinking?”
“Oh some of Gendry’s juice.”
She swears.
Hot Pie lets out the sound of a long, slow sip.
It’s not about the juice.