Oh oh, out of curiosity, do you have anything for your 24 hour diner Jonsa AU?
Oh boy do I! This one's kind of on the darker end of things so far, but it's SO fun to write! Excerpt below the cut! (unedited, so you'll have to pardon my typical run-on sentences haha)
There was a noise behind her, a hand on her shoulder, and she whirled around, pupils blown wide and breath catching before she registered that it wasn’t a threat- it wasn’t Ramsey Bolton- it was just Jon Snow, looking at her with dark, searching eyes- like she was a puzzle to be solved.
“Sorry.” She managed to get out in a rush, stumbling slightly as she tried to right her feet from where they had twisted around with her. Jon’s hands caught her, one enfolding her waist, the other resting on her shoulder, and he was searching her face for something she didn’t want to explain.
“Are you alright?” he asked her, his rough voice drawing her out of herself.
“I’m fine.” Sansa whispered, extricating herself from his hold as she stepped around him. His grip was gentle enough that she barely had to move to break it, and she nervously tucked her hair behind her ears where it had fallen out of the messy knot she’d pinned it up into earlier that day. “I’m sorry to be in your way.”
“You’re not in my way.” Jon murmured, something vaguely irritated quirking at his mouth. Sansa failed to completely hide the way she winced at the expression, and his face smoothed instantly as he studied her. “You just seem upset.” He continued, raising a brow, the ends of his lips tilting upwards. “I would hate to see my favorite waitress burn herself out. Is Seaworth working you too hard?”
Sansa let herself relax a fraction and felt the corners of her mouth quirk upwards.
“Leave Davos alone.” she gently chastised him. “I volunteered to take the extra shifts.”
It was better, after all, than spending what little free time she had alone in her tiny apartment, jumping at the shadows in her own mind.
Jon raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back.
“Seaworth is safe from my wrath for now, then.” He joked, and Sansa let her guard drop a little more- her shoulders slump- as she gave him a small, tired smile.
“That’s a relief to hear.” she told him, injecting as much of a teasing edge into her voice as she could. “I’ll be over to check in with you and your associates in just a minute- one of my other regulars is here with her hungry six-year old-“ she inclined her head towards one of her other tables that housed a tired-looking woman with a younger boy whose mop of blonde hair was clearly visible under the fluorescent lighting, “-and she looks tired enough that I think I’ll need to bring Aemon some extra crayons just so his poor mother can eat in peace.”
Gilly was one of her favorite customers, and Sansa knew that Davos always applied a discount to the single-mother’s orders- she was a sweet girl trying to get back on her feet, and Sansa recognized some of the shadows in her eyes.
“Far be it from me to stop you.” Jon chuckled. “Take your time, Sansa. There’s no rush for us. I wanted to ask Seaworth about something anyways- think you could send him my way?”
“Of course.” Sansa nodded, feeling her face flush at the way his smile lit up his face.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Davos Seaworth/Marya Seaworth, Davos Seaworth & Gendry Waters
Characters: Davos Seaworth, Gendry Waters, Arya Stark, Marya Seaworth, Devan Seaworth, Stannis Seaworth, Steffon Seaworth
Additional Tags: Davos POV, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, No Smut, Consensual Underage Sex, this is a gendrya story from other person's pov, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers
Summary:
‘I must be mistaken’ he thought, considering that perhaps that sound had come from Devan's room, who frequently brought his girlfriend to spend the night without his beloved wife noticing, and not Gendry’s. But, he was quickly contradicted when the female voice that he had just heard cast unmistakable sounds of pleasure, now repeated quite clearly the name of his foster son.
Crack prompt based on a story by comedian Greg Davies (linked below, starts ca. 6:30)
Short version: Gendrya are having sex in the garden in a position similar to the above. The flowy dress plays a big role.
They think they're home alone, but then Davos comes round corner. He's never met Arya before so he thinks it's really rude that she isn't getting up to greet him.
Gendry is dying of embarrassment.
OR
if you want someone more oblivious to find them, it could be Jon walking in on them and he's never met Gendry before.
big thanks to @jjofalltrades for unknowingly providing the perfect photo!
Davos and Sandor having to interact constantly because their adoptive children have inherited a kingdom would be hilarious. Sandor glaring threateningly at anyone who has a problem with Arya taking over the training of the guards/small folk. Davos trying to drag Gendry out of the forge because he needs to practice his letters and can’t just “let Arya make all the decisions, I don’t care if she has better judgement, Lad, you have to at least pretend like you’re the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands”.
Davos and Sandor become grandparents when Arya and Gendry start adopting orphans left right and center. Davos and Sandor getting drunk together after their idiot children almost cause a political incident. Davos and Sandor being too old for this shit but refusing to retire because parents just don’t do that.
But also:
Sandor threatening to shove his sword up the ass of some stupid lord who talks shit about Gendry being the Lord of Storm’s End. Davos reassuring Arya when she has moments of insecurity about her ability to parent. Sandor and Davos being proud parents when the Stormlands finally begins to flourish and everyone benefits from it, not just the nobles.
