Hi everyone! I have thought about and been planning this story for a while but never really got around to actually writing it, but in the light of our dear Gendry's return to the screen the Gendrya fandom has kind of resurrected. So I thought now was a good time, haha! I have the first couple of chapters written (it'll be 10 as a total), so we'll see how fast I get this out. This is just a fluffy wedding au because I love a good wedding, and I can't find many modern wedding stories for Arya and Gendry.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Arya moaned as Gendry licked at her, her straddling his face and him holding her still with a vice grip on her thighs. He'd already made her come twice and this was by far one of the best nights they'd had since they met three years ago. Gendry tightened his grip even further when she involuntarily jerked her hips when he kissed her clit. She was close, so close. She could literally feel it build in her lower abdomen.

"Gendry whatever you do, don't you dare fucking stop" Arya gasped loudly. Somehow she could feel Gendry smirk against her cunt before going back to work.

Suddenly it exploded and Arya wasn't sure if she saw colors or if her mind went blank. All she did know was that the pleasure was so consuming she could only really moan and gasp as she rode out her orgasm.

Carefully she rolled of Gendry and lay down next to him. He turned towards her and Arya wasted no time in grabbing the back of his neck and dragging his lips to hers for a last kiss. After several hours she was absolutely exhausted yet somehow she couldn't keep her hands of him. There was something about this day, this moment that made it so much more special than all their other times. If she said that out loud Gendry would have snorted and said 'well obviously'.

"I love you so much" Gendry whispered, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Arya smiled and caressed his cheek with her thumb. "I love you too." She wanted to live in this moment forever.

They settled themselves in the bed, Arya with her head on Gendry's chest and him with his arms around her. She suspected he was already asleep because his breathing was already steady and usually it wasn't so soon after they'd had sex unless he had fallen asleep. Arya didn't mind though. Instead she smirked to herself and lifted her left hand. There, on her ring finger, a ring glimmered.

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"Baby, I'm home" Arya called as she walked through the door of their house. It was a one store building but spacious with a large living room, a kitchen where all of Gendry's inner chef dreams could come true, two bedrooms besides their own, one of which they had converted into a study for the both of them where Gendry could prepare work for his students and Arya could work on her projects in peace, two bathrooms and a nice backyard.

"In the kitchen" Gendry answered. "Wash your hands and help me set the table!" There was something different to his voice, she couldn't really put her finger on it but if she had to guess he almost sounded nervous. But Arya could smell grilled salmon and her stomach was growling so she put her thoughts aside and did as he said.

"How're you doing?" she asked and gave him a kiss on the cheek before opening a cabinet to take out the plates. This had become a routine for them. They'd been dating for about three years and living together for two. Since he left work earlier than her he usually did the cooking.

"Yeah good" Gendry answered. "How was your day?"

"I was given a new project." She opened another cabinet to take out two glasses.

"No take the wine glasses" Gendry interrupted her. "I bought a bottle of some white wine the clerk said would go with fish" he added when Arya raised her eyebrow. "What was the project?"

"Well this couple wants to add a garage to their house and my boss gave me the project. I've set up a meeting with the construction company we usually work with to try and come up with something good."

"That's great, honey!" Yeah something was up, Arya thought. He sounded genuine but something was off.

"Are you okay, Gendry? You sound strange."

Gendry cleared his throat. "No everything's alright" he answered a bit too cheerful as he put the beans he'd been frying beside the grilled salmon.

"Okay… Want me to get the wine?" Gendry nodded and Arya went to open the fridge where she presumed the wine would be. The first thing she saw, however, was two lemon cakes on a platter. "Baby, what's this?"

Gendry turned around. "Oh… I baked." Arya quirked an eyebrow. Gendry was a great cook but he sure as hell couldn't bake and Arya knew that baking this kind of lemon cakes that she loved so much wasn't an easy task. "Okay" Gendry caved with a nervous laughter. "I stopped by the bakery on my way home from work."

Arya tilted her head and smiled at him. "You didn't have to do that, you know."

"I know, but I wanted to." He grabbed the two plates with utensils and food balancing on them and Arya grabbed the wine bottle and the two glasses.

"So is there a special reason you bought both wine and my favorite desert or was is just one of those romantic gestures?"

"Am not allowed to treat my girlfriend?"

They settled at the dining table in the living room and Arya asked Gendry about his students. He worked as a high school history teacher. The funny thing about that is that history was the subject Arya liked the most in school. They had spent their entire first date talking about the ancient Targaryens and myths about Westeros.

And his students loved him. Gendry had a knack for letting even the most boring parts of his classes become fun. Apparently he gave his freshmen a pop quiz today and so for they had done surprisingly well despite the fact that he'd only covered the material once.

Later Arya told him about her thoughts and ideas for the garage she had been assigned to design. Gendry never doubted her architectural skills, given the fact that she designed their house by herself. The couple wanted to fit at least two cars inside so it wasn't going to be small.

Gendry insisted Arya sit back down when she offered to clear the table since he made dinner. She had noticed him getting more and more nervous as the night progressed. Even though she wanted to ask him again, Arya knew he would just deny everything. Almost desperate, she tried to convince herself that he wasn't breaking up. If he was, would he really go through all this trouble of cooking a delicious meal, buying her favorite desert and buy a brand new bottle of wine instead of just taking one of the bottles from their wine cabinet?

"Arya" Gendry started slowly.

"Yes, Gendry?" she prompted for him to continue.

"I- I'm not really sure how to do this so I'm just going to come out and say it." He cleared this throat before continuing. "These three years with you have really been the best years of my life." Arya felt her heart melt a little. Gendry took her hand in his. "I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Without warning he rose from his chair, crossed the table and kneeled in front of her and took out a small blue box from his pocket. Arya's heart stopped, literally stopped. She didn't know what to do or what to think.

"Will you marry me?"

Suddenly she felt calm. Calmness was the last thing she thought she would be feeling. Most people would probably expect her to start screaming and freaking out due to her anti marriage stance. But this was a happy, excited calm because her anti marriage stance was from when she was little when she thought that marriage immediately equaled losing one's identity and freedom. Gendry was different, though. He would never try to change her, he loved and respected her. They were both two individuals, neither of them oppressed, both of them happy.

"Yes" Arya answered breathlessly.

It took Gendry a moment to process what she had said. "Yes?"

"Yes!"

Stupid smiles broke out on both of their faces as Gendry slid the ring on her finger. It was simple and Arya loved it. Gendry knew that she wouldn't want some giant rock on her finger. It was a white gold band with a single solitaire diamond.

Gendry picked her up and spun her around, nearly knocking over two chairs. He kissed her with so much passion and Arya couldn't do anything but respond to the kiss. This moment seemed so unreal yet at the same time nothing else existed between them. She was getting married! Who would ever have thought? Her dad maybe? Anyway she was too busy to think about that right now. The only thing fitting inside her head right now was Gendry.

Somehow they managed to navigate themselves through the living room and into the bedroom and fell down onto the bed.

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Arya smiled at the memory of a few hours ago. Marriage… Until today it had been a foreign word in her personal life. The last wedding she went to was her brother Robb's when he married his wife Jeyne Westerling. She wasn't sure how he and Jon would react when they found out. Her mom and dad would be thrilled that their youngest daughter actually found someone she was willing to spend the rest of her life with. Sansa would freak, scream and squeal incoherent stuff about dresses, flowers and ceremonies. Bran on the other hand would just look her at with his head tilted and say that he never thought this day would come. The only thing Rickon would do was ask if there was going to be food at the wedding.

"What are you thinking about?" Gendry suddenly murmured.

"You're not asleep?" Arya retorted.

Gendry snorted. "No…"

"I was thinking about how my family will react when we tell them…"

"Were they good reactions?"

Arya turned in his embrace to look into his eyes and lean her chin on his chest. "Pretty much. I'm just unsure of how Robb and Jon are going to react."

"Baby, even though Robb and Jon were very protective of you when we started dating, I'd like to hope that they'd come to terms with our relationship after three years of dating. And shouldn't they be happy if you're happy?"

Arya nodded slowly. "I guess you're right, they should be happy for us, they will, right?"

"Of course they will, Arya!" Gendry took her hand and kissed it. "Stop worrying. Everything's going to be fine and this is something to celebrate, not worry about." Arya nodded.

"I love you" Arya whispered.

"I love you too, Arya."

"Hey" Arya suddenly said, a wicked idea popping up in her head. "Are you gonna grade papers tonight?"

"Hell no" Gendry laughed. "Tonight is all about us and they can survive one more day without their papers. And also I think they're probably going to appreciate me delaying the inevitable a bit further."

"Good, because I was thinking…" And she leaned in and whispered exactly what she was thinking in Gendry's ear. A smirk spread across his face.

Well there we have it! First chapter done! At first I imagined Gendry being the one nervous but then I wanted to flip it around and see Arya nervous about this change in their relationship, just because she's spent her life telling everyone and everything that she will never get married, and now she suddenly is. I thought that would be interesting to write. Some of you may agree, some of you won't. That's okay, I value all opinions.

Leave a review with your thoughts! CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome, because that's what'll help me get better. Hate doesn't lead anywhere good.