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The Pitt is baby's first fandom for so many people. Wdym I should hate Langdon, because he was stealing pills and treating patients high? I was 9 years old watching Dr House pop 3 stolen Vicodin with a half bottle of Whiskey and then treating the Black Plague. Who am I to judge?
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five different lives Arya and Gendry didn’t live, or five different AU ficlets that demanded to be written. ficlet the second: Arya Stark is to wed Lord Gendry Baratheon, the heir of Dragonstone.
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A Very Gendrya Thanksgiving Day 1
In the spirit of Gendrya Week and other Ship Challenges, I decided to try my hand at 5 days of Thanksgiving-related prompts for our favorite couple.
The prompts can be anything from canon-verse to modern au and are as follows: Football, Feast, Family, Tradition and Grateful.
If anyone wants to try it too, please share! You can never have too many Gendrya fics.
(These will also be posted on A03 under the name: MillysarusRex)
FOOTBALL
(Modern AU)
They’re playing shirts and skins.
It’s a Stark family tradition. Not the skins part—but football. Thanksgiving day is a whole affair. Everyone shows up at the Stark home in the morning for a light breakfast of fruits and various pastries, and play games, until dinner is served.
They’ve done this every year for as far back as Arya can remember. Catelyn and Ned Stark have an open door policy: Everyone is welcome. So new faces come and go, as she and her siblings get older and friends—or in her brother Robb’s case, girlfriends—are made and lost. Some are constants, like Theon, who is more of an adopted brother than a family friend, or the Reeds—her father’s friend Howland and his children, Meera and Jojen.
And then there’s Gendry.
He’s been part of the family for five years now. She can still remember the day Robb and Jon brought him home. It was the Thanksgiving Arya turned eight and he’d been a kid they’d met while playing football in the park. When they learned that he didn’t have plans for the holidays, being in a group home one town over, it was a no-brainer. He’d been taken into the Stark family fold and has been there ever since.
Arya has always liked Gendry. He didn’t complain when she wanted to tag along with whatever plans he and her brothers had and never treated her like a stupid girl, even when Jon, who usually let her be, did. He was from the wrong side of the tracks—or so she’d overheard her mother saying once—and so he never put on airs or pretended to be something he wasn’t, which made him easier to talk to than half the boys at her school. She’d thought of him like a bonus brother.
That is, until now.
She isn’t sure how it happened—or when—but at some point in time, Gendry had grown up, or perhaps it’s Arya who’d grown up enough to notice.
They’re playing football, a Thanksgiving tradition in the Stark family, and as usual, it’s shirts and skins. Gendry is on the skins team, and Arya is trying very hard not to stare.
She’s the same age he was when they’d met—thirteen—and he’s eighteen, practically a grown man, though oddly enough, she doesn’t see her brothers as men, despite the fact that they're of a similar age to Gendry.
Arya is shirts—obviously—while Gendry is skins, which shouldn’t matter except that it suddenly, inexplicably does. He’s bent at the waist, hands on knees which are scraped up from a particularly nasty tackle at the start of the game, and his bright blue eyes are locked onto hers as they wait for Robb to hike the ball.
He’s panting a bit, breaths coming out in small puffs in the chilly November air, and she can nearly make out the goosebumps all over his skin. Even after five years of living in the north, clearly he’s still a southern boy at heart. It almost makes her want to laugh, but she’s far too distracted eying the way his abdominal muscles flex as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.
Despite her best intentions, she must be staring, because Gendry grins at her and waggles his eyebrows. Mortifyingly, Arya feels her face start to warm, and she’s grateful for the cold and the exertion of the game to cover up her sudden bashfulness. She’s never been easily embarrassed or flustered, and she’d certainly never been shy around boys, so why she’s acting like a simpering idiot over Gendry, of all people, is beyond her.
It irritates her and suddenly she’s scowling.
Gendry reads her frustration as an intimidation tactic and snickers. “Nice game face, lady Stark.”
Arya rolls her eyes, ignoring the flutter of elation that his endearment—which she usually despises—suddenly elicits. She feels like Sansa, which is even more irritating, so she resorts to her usual sass. “Still better than that ugly mug.”
She wonders if he knows it’s untrue because she’s heard her brothers teasing him over dozens of girls who have liked him over the years and on the deck, Sansa and her friends Margaery and Jayne keep stealing glances at him and giggling behind their hands.
Even Arya can’t help but appreciate the way the dark hair falling over his forehead makes his blue eyes pop or how the scruff he’s growing out makes him look like one of those rugged men on the covers of the books her mother loves.
Gendry laughs good-naturedly at her jab like he usually does, and it’s harder to ignore the little spark of pleasure this time. It’s always been like this between them—easy banter, comfortable teasing—but something about it feels different now, charged in a way she doesn’t quite understand.
“You’re going down,” she snips, hoping she doesn’t sound nearly as breathless as she feels, but if he notices, he doesn’t comment.
Instead, he says, “Yeah right. I’m bigger than you,” and that makes her actually laugh in earnest.
“I’m faster,” she replies and then the ball snaps, and Arya proves it by catching the ball and rushing toward the goal. She dodges past Theon, cuts left around Jojen, and makes it three yards before someone wraps an arm around her waist and brings her down.
Air wooshes from her lungs as she falls to the ground, but at least her assailant manages to roll them so they take the brunt of the impact. They tumble for a moment, all limbs and cold grass, until she comes to a stop flat on her back with Gendry hovering over her.
And the world suddenly freezes.
At this proximity, Arya can see flecks of gray in his eyes, can feel the warmth radiating from his skin despite the cold, can count every freckle scattered across his shoulders. It’s like he’s surrounding her: every hot exhale brushing over her face, the scent of sweat and boy filling her lungs in a way that shouldn’t be appealing but somehow is.
They’ve never been this close—or if they have, Arya just can’t recall, and it has her heart galloping so loudly in her chest that she can only hope he doesn’t hear. A bead of sweat trickles off his forehead, landing on her clavicle, and if he were anyone else—her brothers, Theon, maybe even her father—she would shove them away, griping about how disgusting they were, but she’s frozen in place, her head only filled with Gendry, Gendry, Gendry.
“Told ya I was stronger,” he says, and the corners of his eyes crinkle as he grins. Arya finds herself staring at his mouth wondering what his lips feel like, if they’re soft and warm, or chapped from the cold. She wonders what it would feel like to lean up and brush hers against them. How he might react.
But then he’s moving to his feet, yanking her up by the elbows and the spell is broken. She becomes painfully aware that the backyard is full of her family and friends. Jon is scolding Gendry about tackling his ‘baby sister,’ while Arya tries to catch her breath, only for it to stutter once more once Gendry shoots a wink at her.
“Arya can handle it,” he parries back before he elbows Arya playfully in the ribs. And—God, if this is what a crush feels like, then she owes her sister a million apologies, because there’s certainly nothing disgusting about it. It’s like every nerve ending in her body has suddenly woken up and decided to pay attention all at once. It’s thrilling and terrifying in equal measure, and Arya doesn’t know what to do with it. This is Gendry. Practically her brother. Her brothers’ best friend. Off-limits in every way that matters.
Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Sansa watching her with a knowing smirk, and Arya quickly looks away, mortified at the thought that her reaction might be that obvious.
“Shut up, dork,” she says, pushing him away and throws herself back into the game with renewed determination. She tries to shake it off, heckling Theon and Robb and ignoring her mother's light scolds from the sidelines like she normally does, but when Gendry’s deep chuckle brushes over her like a warm blanket, filling her with delight, she knows without a shadow of doubt that nothing will ever be the same.
ER (1994-2009) 5.14 • The Storm
Okay, but I need a Kingdon version of this scene PRONTO.
Everyone calls me Mel. I'm so happy to be here.
Taylor Dearden as DR. MELISSA KING THE PITT (2025—)
ship so good it has me researching divorce laws in Pennsylvania for fanfic purposes
i’m forever fascinated by his smiles, the way he seems so endeared by her.
and it got me thinking… sometimes you meet a person and it just clicks right. and you can’t actually believe people like that exist.
My Favorite Kingdon fics!!!💖💖
In no particular order.
Marked "E" for explicit if applicable.
Marked "A" if you can only access w an Ao3 account.
will update as i find more i love 💞
Please note: I DID NOT WRITE ANY OF THESE. THEY WERE ALL WRITTEN BY HARDWORKING FIC AUTHORS ON AO3! DO YOUR PART AND GIVE THEM KUDOS AND COMMENTS.
Completed:
Ill wear your ring by auntwerp: ttps://archiveofourown.org/works/65281483 (E)
Two-Player by avocadomoon https://archiveofourown.org/works/64433305 (A)
don't delete the kisses by strwberrystars https://archiveofourown.org/works/65113768
breaking the surface by lonelyinchicago (makeamends) https://archiveofourown.org/works/65381152
from the sidelines by griffenly https://archiveofourown.org/works/65221084 (A)
I could use a heart( I could use a home) by somnatic https://archiveofourown.org/works/65546596
put some goddam moves on me, baby by sugarcoatedtulip https://archiveofourown.org/works/65229298 (E)
move a little closer (so i can breathe you in) novaschips https://archiveofourown.org/works/65298757 (A) (not marked explicit but read the tag in case anything makes you uncomfy)
touch my body tender by griffenly https://archiveofourown.org/works/65499190 (E) (A)
i need you to need me by langdonslutstrands https://archiveofourown.org/works/65681761 (E)
no charm equal to tenderness of heart by KittyDruthers https://archiveofourown.org/works/65683870 (E)
something, somehow, someday by griffenly https://archiveofourown.org/works/65183437 (A)
Ongoing:
Finding your way back home by dmh23 https://archiveofourown.org/works/65229601
and all i taught her was everything by starxshine https://archiveofourown.org/works/65287069
i knew it when your comfort felt like love that lasts by novaschips https://archiveofourown.org/works/65207689
take me like you do in your dreams by fkevin073 https://archiveofourown.org/works/65403670 (E)
Love me always
TikTok: Minella
ultimate character development template
basics
name: meaning of name: nicknames/titles: age: gender: location: birthday: strengths + example where it's shown: weaknesses + example where it's shown: how it affects others:
emotional depth
attachment style + how it manifests in the story: physical fear: emotional/abstract fear: happy memory: sad memory: object of significance: philosophical outlook/belief: what characters are ignorant about themselves: how confident are they: goal: long-term dreams: what they're embarrassed/ashamed to tell others about: regrets: source of pride: source of misery: what they admire above all else: do they believe in fate:
personality
mbti: enneagram: big five: character archetype: star sign: who they pretend to be on the outside: who they actually are/how they feel towards the mask: mental health conditions: how it manifests for them: iq: eq: humour: reputation:
habits
bad habits: mannerisms when stressed: mannerisms when content: mannerisms when scared: mannerisms normally: verbal mannerisms/distinctive speaking style: how do they move across a room: what do they say and what remains unsaid: how they express love: hobbies:
appearance
defining features: eye shape + colour: hair texture + colour: skin texture + tone: vibe: height: build: clothing: any bodily disfigurement (scars, etc.): overall attractiveness: their opinion on their appearance: appeals to:
relationships
who they trust most: what they wish they could do for them: what's holding them back: who they hate most: what they wish they could do to them: what's holding them back: relationship with the protagonist: relationship with the antagonist: siblings: relationship with them: parents/step-parents: relationship with them: previous broken relationships: why did it break: what others expect of them: who believes in them: their mentor character/who they look up to: political/religious/other affiliations: what makes them different from every other character: non-human relationships + why: romantic "type" + why: relationship dynamics:
backstory/background
primary emotion towards their past: primary feelings while in their past: where did they grow up: defining incidents: earliest childhood memory: saddest memory: happiest memory: major accomplishments: their opinion on it: notable people in their backstory: effect on them today: trauma: what have they already lost: financial circumstance:
progression
why are they important (eg. why're they the only one able to do something?): what do they learn about themselves throughout the story: what do they learn about the world: how do they feel towards their newfound knowledge: character arc (positive, negative, neutral): how relationships change because of their actions: what mistakes do they make: what scene is their character highlighted: do they get what they want: why or why not: what happens to them after the story ends:
Soft Gestures for Comfort
Bringing them a blanket when they’re curled up on the couch.
Whispering, "It’s okay, I’m here," when they wake up from a bad dream.
Stroking their hair gently when they’re lying on your lap.
Running a warm bath for them after a tough day.
Holding them close and saying, "I’ve got you," when they’re upset.
Preparing their favorite comfort food when they’re feeling low.
Turning off their alarm and letting them sleep in when they’re exhausted.
Reading their favorite book to them before bed.
Playing their favorite soothing music to help them relax.
Just sitting in silence with them, letting them know your presence is their safe space.
Have you been here all day? / I’m not going anywhere.
STELLA KIDD and KELLY SEVERIDE (Chicago Fire)
If I drop my guard and let myself worry every time you’re in harms way— I’d fall apart.
Kelly Severide and Stella Kidd in CHICAGO FIRE (2012—)
CHICAGO FIRE 11.18 DANGER IS ALL AROUND
My absolute love for this friendship!
STELLA KIDD — molly’s outfits, all seasons — CHICAGO FIRE (2012—)
Stella Kidd literally walking through fire and single-handedly saving that baby was so badass that even Casey was smirking like an idiot in appreciation.
My girl is a QUEEN
