It’s been a year since Gendrya became canon and we got forgesex!!! Also a year since @habitualfacepalmer and I were enjoying the sights in Barcelona and crying in our hostel common room about Gendrya!!!! Getting to watch our ship become canon with you will forever be an highlight of my shipper life!!!
This weekend marks a year since I met @habitualfacepalmer and we got to hang out for an entire weekend, walking the streets of Paris and talking nerdy stuff!!! Miss you and I hope one of us find ourselves on the other side of the ocean at some point :)
@habitualfacepalmer is going back home, and I’m going to miss you in Europe so much!!! Knowing that there will be an ocean between us again, instead of a country makes me sad, and I really hope some day we can meet again :)
It was amazing to get to hang out with you for two weekends, including the night Gendrya became canon!!!! Getting to celebrate that with you in person was a joy!!! To walk the beautiful cities of Paris and Barcelona with you while we talked life and all the headcanons and fanfics (I’m still wanting for the Pod fic, the Sansa/Mad Danelle meta, and the Jarthur & Brienne fic)!!!!
Really I’ll forever appreciate these days with you, it was so much fun to meet you and spend time with you :) I wish you a good trip home tomorrow, I know you miss home, and I hope you find some good Algerian kebab at home :D And I hope that someday we will see each other again... I already miss you...
Happy Birthday, @habitualfacepalmer!!! I hope you have a GREAT day today!! You’re awesome and you deserve to do everything you love today, and every day!!! :D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Have fun on your special day!!! I hope you have a year full of good things :D
Arya was actually getting married, she couldn’t believe it – Arya didn’t want to get married when she was young, but she knew she would; and then her life was thrown upside down, and maybe faith had intervened and she believe she wouldn’t get married anymore – it would be a privilege if she lived.
Arya lived. Arya came home – Winterfell, even if broken, still stood through the winter. Arya found her family too, scattered, but part of it was alive – Jon, Sansa, Bran and Rickon were alive and then they came home too.
And then Gendry came to Winterfell too, and he brought Nymeria with him, and Arya had them again too. Gendry became more than a friend, he was a family and her pack, and then between kisses and touches, he became something she couldn’t really understand.
She understood when Gendry came with a proposal for marriage. Arya said no many times, but soon she understood how important marriage was for Gendry, that it meant a future for him, that was the only way to guarantee that he wouldn’t bring bastards into the world; and even with her telling him that any children they would have would be love by both of them, marriage was still important. So Arya said yes.
Arya and Gendry wanted something small, but Sansa took over. She thought that a wedding, a party, would help the North, after the destruction it had been put through – with attacks from the South and the North, some celebration would be good. And Arya couldn’t deny it when people started to arrive – it lifted the spirits of the North – and Arya would always do what she could for her people.
The day came and she had been convinced into a dress by Sansa, a simple one at least, but with Needle strapped to her waist. And while she didn’t know what Gendry would be wearing, she knew Sansa had handled that too – so at least Gendry was going to be as uncomfortable as her.
“You look beautiful, Arya,” Sansa said, looking at her sister, “But I can fix your hair.”
“Sansa, I like the braid you did.”
“But that’s like your day-to-day hair,” Sansa argued.
“And that’s why it’s perfect,” Arya said, “now Sansa will you walk with me.” Sansa walked with Arya outside, to the Godswood, and at its entrance, Sansa gave Arya a last kiss and retired to her seat. Jon and Bran had offered to walk her down the aisle, but without her Dad, she decided to walk down to the Heart Tree and to the Old Gods, alone.
Gendry waited at the end, and Arya laughed at how uncomfortable he looked, pulling on his collar, but he immediately smiled at her and put his hands behind his back. Even if this party made the North happy and hopeful, she was doing this for Gendry, because it was important for him that any future family they could have would be legitimate. But he also didn’t care where he got married; he just wanted to be with her, so they had chosen her Gods.
In his time, Gendry had followed many Gods, and while none ever gave him much, he still prayed, more often to the Seven since they reminded them of his mother. So as Arya walked down to the Hear Tree, she noticed seven little figures in front of it. She knew Sansa had put them there, they were hers now, she had found it between some of Mother's old things – Sansa had said that Mom had prayed to These before Dad had the Sept built for her – and now with the Sept destroyed was the only memory of the Seven in Winterfell.
“Lady Arya,” he greeted her and took her hand, and then the ceremony started. Bran spoke the words as the Lord of the House, and through the Gods, Arya and Gendry were made husband and wife.
Gendry who had never had a surname became a Stark – he still couldn’t believe he had been given this name, he still thought he wasn’t worthy of it (he hadn’t even thought himself worthy of the name Waters when this one was offered, since it was acknowledge by most that he was a Baratheon bastard child). But Gendry having the Stark name would make sure that any children he would have with Arya would be named Stark too. So he gave in, and they took advantage of Jon being the brother of the King of the Seven Kingdoms.
“I have something for you,” he told her, after they shared their first kiss as a married couple, and just before everyone started to congratulate them. “I made you a sword. I know, Arya, that you will always fight with Needle. But I thought you could use a new one, a stronger one – you deserve one of your own, instead of always borrowing for the armour.”
Arya took the sword from Gendry’s hands, and looked at it – Valyrian steel, and the pommel had a beautifully carved wolf, but also the names of her family, all of them: Mom, Dad and all her siblings. But she noticed that one family member’s name was missing – Gendry himself.
“It’s beautiful, and strong. The blade… the blade can cut…”
“Anything, Arya. It can cut anything,” he told her.
“But there’s something missing here,” she told him, “Gendry, your name, why didn’t you? It’s a wedding present after all.”
“I made it, Arya, I’ll always be with that sword. And now you can have your family with you too.”
“Thank you for giving me this,” she said, taking his hand and squeezing it.
That single moment alone was blown away quickly after. Arya and Gendry were taken over by her family and all the people of the North that had travelled to Winterfell. They barely had a moment alone that entire night, always with someone joining them to congratulate them or just talk, and only when they left for the bedchamber – alone, Arya would not put herself through the bedding ceremony.
“Thank you for this, Arya,” Gendry said, as they stopped near the door. “I know you did it for the North too, but--”
“Gendry, I did it for you. It is important to you,” she said, before kissing him, this time more freely, since they were finally alone. “And so it’s important to me. You’re my pack, my husband,” she said, taking his hand and walking into their bedchamber, for their first night together.