#gendsa

[captainfangirlll]

Game of thrones ships this season so far:

Gendsa and Jonsa

Jonerys and Gendrya

Jonrya:

Braime, Sansan and Sanrion:

[dresupi]

Gendry/Sansa || My ice scraper broke months ago, and I didn’t think about needing another one, but now the first frost is upon us and my windshield is frosted over, can you help? || for SwedishFanfictionLover

Sansa reached up to place her hand over the defrost vent.  She was already running late, and the vent was still pumping out icy cold air.

She could just kick herself for not replacing her ice scraper. She lived in Winterfell for fuck’s sake. Winter was right there in the name. It was just a given that the ice and snow would happen.  Not to mention the frost on the windshield.

Rummaging in the floorboard of the passenger seat, she fished her purse from the pile of things she’d swept off the seat in the first shakedown of her car’s contents.  She pilfered through the things in her bag, hoping against hope that she could find something, anything to scrape the ice from the windshield.

The job where she was currently employed was secured by her last name, but because of that, she liked to follow the rules to the letter. It garnered more respect from her coworkers if she wasn’t just some airheaded heiress play-acting at having a career. Unless a solution magically spun out from the wings immediately, she’d have to call her supervisor and inform him that she was running late.

She could just hear him now.

Roose Bolton was something of a stickler for the status quo, and it unnerved him greatly that she actively sought out a position at his real estate company. Under his supervision, no less. In fact, it took a phone call from one of her mother’s acquaintances to ensure she was given the position at all.

Petyr Baelish was the head of a rather lucrative real estate firm in King’s Landing and had just expanded to include the Eyrie. He was an old school chum of her mother’s and had graciously offered to help Sansa get her feet wet in the industry as well.

Mr. Baelish, who insisted Sansa call him by his first name, Petyr, had proven to be more like a slow-release poison than an actual boon to her endeavors.  He clearly had a thing for her mother and was using this creepy infatuation to sidle up closer to Sansa, and the entire thing made her feel like she had bugs crawling under her skin.

Truth be told, Sansa didn’t want to sell real estate in the North. Everyone was too territorial here. What she really wanted to do, was to design her own homes. Interiors included.  And working for Roose Bolton seemed the best route since she’d failed miserably during her stint at the University of King’s Landing.

And it kept her mother off her back. Which was enough of a pro for Sansa.

She tapped her cell phone against the steering wheel and weighed her options.  If she called in late, Roose would most certainly tell Mr. Baelish, who would use it as a reason to ask her to lunch for mentoring purposes.

If she didn’t call, she’d earn the disdainful glares from all her coworkers.

Sansa briefly entertained quitting altogether but instead stepped outside her car to think.

“Oy!” Someone called from across the parking lot.

She glanced up and nearly sobbed with relief.

“Gendry!”

He jogged up, waggling an ice scraper in one hand. “You look like you might need this.”

“By the Seven, you have no idea.”

Gendry’s smile was infectious, and when it was turned towards her, it felt as if her entire world was shinier. To say she had a crush on her neighbor was an understatement.

“Here, let me.” He began scraping the layers of frost from her windshield. “You’ve got to be running late, Sansa, you’re usually out of here by now. Before I leave, even.”

He was bundled up to his ears, but that was to be expected from someone who came from the South. She rarely saw him without his teeth chattering while simultaneously covered from head to toe.

The one exception was one that was forever burned into her mind.

About three months before, when she brought her car to his body-shop to get the ding hammered out of her back bumper, Gendry was shirtless and sweating, wiping his forehead with a rag that was so dirty it shouldn’t be used to clean anything. She remembered it like it was yesterday because if she had a happy place, that thought was it.

She blushed slightly and hoped like mad that he didn’t notice. “I couldn’t see through the windshield. And my ice scraper broke a while back, but then I forgot to replace it, and then we had that extended warm season, and…”

“You call that a warm-season?” he asked incredulously.

“There was no snow,” she replied with a smirk.

He made a sound of disbelief and shook the collected frost from the ice scraper and moved around to her side door. “Are you running late, though? I can vouch for you that you had an icy predicament this morning.”

She laughed. “Thanks for the thought, but no one will believe that the daughter of Ned Stark forgot to replace her broken ice scraper. I’d be better off just not showing up.”

Gendry chuckled. “I suppose you might be right about that…” He moved to the back of the car to scrape the back windshield.  “You know, it’s none of my business, Sansa… but… well…”

“No, go ahead. I feel I already know what you’re going to say.”

“You don’t seem the type to become a big name in real estate. And you obviously despise your job, so I’m afraid I don’t understand why you’re so bent on it.”

She sighed. “I don’t want to, exactly, but I flunked out of my first semester at KLU, and my mother made me come home, and so I had no other way to introduce myself into the industry…”

“Which industry?” he asked, moving round to get her passenger window.

“Interiors. And exteriors. I want to design homes, not sell them.”

“Ah, that makes more sense.  Well. I think you should.”

“As if it were that easy, Gendry.”

“Isn’t it, though? I think slogging away at a job you hate with people you hate is more difficult than doing what you want.”

She was silent for a long moment before speaking again. “So what you’re saying, is that I should just reach out and take what I want?”

“That’s what I did,” he said with a grin that could have sufficed to melt the frost from her car all by itself.

“Alright then. I’m emailing my notice.”

Gendry reached out and fist-bumped her shoulder, which jostled her a great deal, but didn’t hurt.  “That’s the way.”

“And, asking you if you have plans for lunch?”

He faltered for a moment before smiling. “Reaching out and taking what you want, eh?”

“That’s the idea,” she replied.

“I am free for lunch, Lady Stark.” He mock-bowed, and she stole his hat.

“None of that,” she teased, flapping his hat in his direction until he grabbed it and yanked it back on his head.

“Noon?” he asked, backing up to the sidewalk.

“I’ll meet you at yours,” she replied, unable to stop smiling.  Now she just had to write the most satisfying email in existence. Her day had just gotten a whole lot less frosty.

[fedonciadale]

people think sansa and gendry will rule and be married because gendry has been legitimized. they think jonsa "don't have that kind of relationship." but gendry and sansa do? gendry who is in love with her sister, arya? sansa who values family above all will get with someone arya is love with and be the perfect queen to his king when arya always resented sansa being a better lady than her? i wouldn't mind it if arya and gendry hadn't had such a romantic vibe this season, if it'd stayed as - 1

friendship plus a bit of childish attraction, but they love each other. he proposed to her. this is something serious. gendry’s a good dude but we’ve spent an entire season with an outsider (dany) coming between the starks. i don’t need to see arya hurt because the man she loves would get on better with her sister who embodies the role of a lady that she herself never found easy and then rejected. if i can’t have jonsa, i’d rather nearly anything else than this. - 2             

Dear nonny,

I seriously do not see Gendry and Sansa, not at all. If Sansa will end up with somebody it won’t be someone she hasn’t even interacted with. That would be really very sloppy - not that I would put sloppy writing beyond D&D, but I can’t see GRRM doing that.

I honestly don’t get it. Sansa is shipped and paired with about any eligible bachelor (or even not bachelor, if you think about Stannis/Sansa shipping), and yet JON IS RIGHT THERE.

Jon who fulfills everything her father promised, who fits all the fairy tale allusions in Sansa’s arc etc. Jon and Sansa who have the Beren and Luthien, Aragorn and Arwen, Odysseus  and Penelope paralllels.

I really want Jonsa acknowledged next episode, even if they don’t get to be together, just because I can’t fathom how the quagzillion Jonsa hints in the book would just evaporate into dust.

For our Jonsa thirst there will always be fic, but it makes zero sense to pair up Gendry with Sansa, and I would hate it as well.

[asoiafrarepairs]

Gendry x Sansa - Political Marriage turns sweet

Added to our prompt page!

[thelegendofclarke]

Gendry/Sansa

He was the prince her father promised. 

SEND ME A SHIP/CHARACTER & I’LL WRITE A ONE SENTENCE STORY ABOUT THEM!

[game-of-snows]

It seems this concept has been lost on a lot of people on all sides, so here is an easy to understand graphic.

[asoiafrarepairs]

asoiafrarepairs secret santa is happening

Hey guys! We are picking up where @tinfoil-throne left off and continuing on in the name of rare pair santa, as we know you guys have been good this year and deserve to be gifted some of your favorite rare pair ships*

In order to participate we ask that you submit the form under the cut to us by November 24th--we know its soon but we want to give you the most time to create your content as possible. You can submit via ask, submissions, or DMing the mods of this blog and @seleya or @emaiyl 

1. What ships and characters do you like? 

 2. What ships and characters do you NOT like? 

 3. Would you prefer to create/receive gifts based on the books, the show, or both? 

 4. What genres and themes would you like to create for/receive? This can include things like angst, fluff, romance, gen, etc. 

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 10. Is there anyone you don’t want to be paired with? 

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*Because this event was started by an outside blog we are going to continue it with their rules and regulations and allow for this event only-ships with 800 or less fics on ao3. 

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Sansa x Gendry - Their first son

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