The characters in this story are owned by George R. Martin.
Sansa The Matchmaker Stark I
The first time that Sansa saw him, she was trapped between Joffrey and the lockers while he was trying to put her in shame.
She was so dumb when she'd fall for that blonde prick before know his real face. They have dating for a while until she find out the type of person he was and since that moment the Stark had dump him. But Joffrey wasn't happy with that.
Thanks to her siblings, the blonde had not bothered her very much. At least before that moment. Robb, Jon and Arya were sick after jump in the river in a very cold night (something strange in King's Landing) to win a bet. Seriously, her brothers have to stop to play bets against Theon Greyjoy, no matter how tempting they sound coming from his lips.
In consequence she was alone in the school being trap for her stupid ex in front of all the students.
"Let me go, you idiot." she said following the example of her little sister. She had been silent for a long time and she wasn't allowing more games from him. The only thing that the aspirant of a playboy wanted was to humiliate her and she wasn't letting him.
The boy's face twisted and he pushed his body more against her, putting his hands close to her butt. The girl stiffened.
"That's not what you said the last time." She was shocked. The redhead had never let him touch her like that, but the rest of the students didn't know it.
She was about to yell at the stupid when she saw him behind Joffrey. Tall, big, with dark short hair, awesome blue eyes and skin gilden by the sun.
"I think she said to let her go, Joff." His voice was deep and all the people in the hallway noticed the informal way to call the blond. Sansa flowned when she saw the Baratheon face. He turn around to face the new boy and letting her free.
"I think I tell you to get your ass of my business." He looked at him with contempt, as if the tall boy wasn't good enough to step on the same floor he was standing on.
"If you wanted this to be just your business, you wouldn't do it in front of the whole damn school." He said carefree, standing between the Stark and Baratheon. It seemed to matter a damn to him know what power the blond had in school. It reminded him of Arya. " But well, I forget that the only way that you have to show superiority is tormenting a girl alone in front of your stupid friends."
Sansa eyed him mouth open. The only people with the courage to put Joffrey in his place were her siblings and even they didn't do it in front of so many witnesses for respect at their fathers friendship. Joffrey glared at him.
" You can't talk to me like that, bastard." He shut the word with anger. The girl wanted to punch him. Announce to the four winds that you were a bastard in King's Landing was a social suicide and the blond know it good. It was a coward exit even for him.
Against all odds, the huge boy gave a deep laugh and approached until his nose was close to the blond's idiot.
"Watch me." The coward stepped away clearly intimidate. He raised his head feigning pride and left with his friends on his heels. Soon the rest of the audience also dispersed.
Her new friend turn around. He was handsome, Sansa though. More than handsome, he was hot. His muscle were tight in his letter jaquet, his strong jaw and his eyes, for the seven, she was sure she had seen them before.
"Thanks." She said with a big smile.
"He's an idiot and anyone here is telling him that." Arya does, she though. Her savior walked away a little to open his locker… next to hers. So he was new…
"Well, everyone is afraid of his parents, they are very powerful here." He laughed.
"If Robert knew what Joffrey did, he would have enlisted him in the Night's Watch long time ago." The confidence and familiarity with which he said the name surprised her. Then, the reality punched her in the face: she saw those eyes before. For the old ones and the new! That boy looked exactly like Robert Baratheon in the picture that her father had of the old days in school.
"You're uncle Robert's son." She said remembering what her parents tell her about him moving.
The boy frowd at the word "uncle" and looked at her again. " I'm Sansa Stark." For first time she saw surprise in his eyes. He had to know about the friendship between the families.
"Gendry Wa-Baratheon." He corrected himself. She smiled at him again, remembering when her uncle (uncle of heart) had told Ned that he had finally given his last name to his eldest son.
" I understand now. It has to be an horror live with him." He closed his locker after putting away his books and hung his backpack over his shoulder.
"Cersei and him are gross, but Myrcella and Tommen are cool. Robert is… well, Robert." She laughed badly because she understand perfectly what he was talking about.
"Do you want to sit with me in the cafeteria?" Gendry looked at her surprised, but nodded.
When they entered, Sansa paraded with his head held high. She was not going to let that idiot make her feel inferior. She also knew that the rumors about Robert Baratheon's bastard had spread quickly, so she wanted her savior to sit with her. Thanks to his surname and the good social skills of the Starks (perhaps to a lesser extent on the part of Arya) the six brothers were very popular at school; So, have Gendry sitting besides her was a good way to let everyone know that they couldn't mess with him. 'Although they have to be idiots to make fun of someone of his size.' Joffrey gave a loud laugh from his table. 'Obvious.'
"It's your first day?" Sansa said giving a bite to her salad.
"Yes, I arrive two days ago." From her place, the girl could see Theon Greyjoy looking at her with a frown. No, not her, Gendry. The redhead stretched his neck towards them trying to see them. Sansa smiled to herself. "Thanks to the Seven they let me start today, I was going to go crazy if I was still locked up with the blond demon and her idiot baby." The Star laughed at the nicknames of Cersei and Joffrey. Theon grimaced without ceasing to see them. Well, well, well… What we got here?
"Would you like to come home after school? That would give you a few hours away from them and I really want you to meet my brothers." The boy looked down uncertainly. He was a bastard and surely the least he wanted was to lock himself in a house with more rich children, she thought. Sansa put her hand in his arm to get his attention, almost immediately Greyjoy stood up.
"Robb and Jon are going to want to know about you when I tell them about today. They are always the first in the line to put the idiot in his place. And Arya, well, you'll surely become her favorite Baratheon." She recalled her words after saying them and put her hand to her chin, thoughtful. Yes, surely her sister would be delighted with him.
Gendry smiled at her and she answered him just as Theon reached her side. With a pleasant surprise Sansa realized that the boy was upset.
"You got a new friend, Sans?" The girl straightened in her place and smiled at him.
"Theon, Gendry, Gendry, Theon." She said. "You didn't hear anything?" It seemed strange that he had not asked her how she was or come to her rescue. The boy looked confused.
"Joffrey took advantage of her brothers not being here." The Baratheon saw her friend with curiosity. Theon looked at the little blonde rat, a few tables to the left, with fire in his eyes and then turned to her worriedly.
"You're ok?" The redhead almost melts in her chair. "I skipped the first period to see Robb, Jon and Arya." That explained a lot.
"Don't worry, Gendry give me a hand with that." The big boy winked at her and Greyjoy let out a growl.
"Thank you." The kraken whispered, swallowing his annoyance. The girl smiled at him for the effort.
"Do you come with us after school?" Theon frowned. "I want the boys to know him. He's Uncle Robert's son." He blinked in surprise, but nodded quickly.
That's how Sansa ended up walking back to the Stark house in the middle of a very sexy sandwich. 'What? she wasn't complaining at all, never…'
"Hi?" The house seemed empty. She checked her watch and remembered that Catelyn must have taken Bran and Rickon to sports class. With a smile she watched as her savior walked through the house with his eyes until he stopped at the kitchen door with a raised eyebrow. Arya was there looking at him curiously, her hair was messy that indicated that she had just gotten out of bed, her eyes were bright and her nose red from the cold. She wore a black short of sleep perhaps too short and a old T-shirt of her favorite band "The Assassins Man", which was tight too. Robb's futbol jacket covered her shoulders.
"And what about the tall dude?" Her baby sister said nodding at him as if he weren't there. She heard Theon chuckle behind.
"It's Gendry Baratheon" Arry raised an eyebrow and looked at him suspiciously, probably wondering how similar to his half-brother he was. "He put Joffrey in his place for me today." She hastened to insure.
The younger one seemed disgust.
"I knew that fucker was going to take advantage of the fact that we were not there." Her voice, although nasal from the cold, did not lose its hatred. Then she looked at the boy, smiled sincerely and patted one of his arms. " Also knew you didn't have the face of an idiot. We owe you one, dude." Gendry, who had been looked at the petite with the same distrust as she had, relaxed and seemed amused at the action. Wait a fucking minute… He was returning the gesture, that was fine, but what had started as a sideways grin, (which gave him a wild and seductive look if you asked her), culminated in a big smile that showed all his teeth.
The f*ck was happening? He hadn't smiled at her like that, even though she'd done that thing of pulling back her hair that seemed to delight the rest of the boys.
Oh, for the Seven. Was he scanning her baby sister from head to toe?
"Hey you fucking bastard." Arya had approached Greyjoy to hit the five.
Yep, the Baratheon had deeeeefinitely looked at her ass. Sansa suppressed a laugh. Of course that boy had taken an interest in the wolf of the found herself very happy with that and a little bit jealous, she had to admit, her sister had managed to make sure that, in a few minutes, the sexiest guy she had ever seen would notice her with everything and germs.
Then her eyes catched up the redhead at her side, well, maybe not the sexiest...
'Focus, Sansa', she rebuked herself. She wanted that Baratheon inside the family and she was going to move some pieces for it. But first things first, she had to find out if Arry was interested.
"Robb and Jon are still in bed?" Arya blew her nose exaggeratedly without embarrassment, causing Gendry to disguise a small smile. 'Oh, how beautiful her nephews would be …'
"Yes, I came for water, but I think they are getting better. I, on the other hand, feel like shit. My head is gonna blow up in any minute."
"I'll make you some tea and then we go with the boys." The four entered the room of her older brothers. Arry was right, the color had returned to their faces and they no longer looked so tired. Theon collapsed at the foot of Robb's bed and Arya (with her teacup in hand) settled down next to Jon, sitting and leaning against the headboard of the bed. The Bull (Gendry's nickname) had followed her movements under the watchful eye of Sansa. The girl handed him one of the desk chairs and she sat on the other.
"Who the fuck he think he is? He can't touch you like that!" Robb said angrily, after hearing the story. Jon was serious and furious, as she had never seen him before and Theon had his fists clenched tightly.
"Treat you like that." Snow was really, really furious.
"He thought we weren't going to find out? That stupid dickhead." Feeling that things would go out of control at any moment, she ventured to speak:
"I'll going to tell Robert." Because they were right, he can't treat her like that. 'She should have done it before, really.' "He'll know what to do with Joffrey."
"Robert is gonna be in mode fury" His heir spoke.
"That stupid blonde deserve it, but we'll kick his ass." Arya set the cup on the night table. Her brothers, including Theon, made a gesture of approval to her words. Robb, who had sat on the bed, held his hand to Gendry.
"Thanks for take care of Sans." The bull smiled.
"It was nothing." From her chair the redhead did not miss a single thing and she congratulated herself mentally for having predicted it in advance: Gendry's arms were spectacular, so when he bent down to accept Robb's hand, his muscles flexed causing Arya's eyes to go over him as if she had x-rays.
'That's my sister' Sansa thought with pride.
"Then you're living in the Baratheon house?" Jon asked.
"Yes." He answered a little unsure, seemed to think whether to continue talking or not. "I've known Robert for a while now, he started sending money when I was 14, then the calls came and finally he made several trips to Flea Bottom to see me. My mother went crazy the first time he spoke on the phone." He remembered laughing and the others laughed with him. The boy ruffled his hair. "At first I didn't want to know much about him, but later, I don't know, we started to get along."
Sansa felt a wave of affection when she heard him talk about his mother. Everyone there knew that she had died a few weeks ago. That's why the Bull had to live with his father since he wasn't 18 yet.
"Robert has his things... but it's good." Robb said taking the glass of water next to the table.
"I know, although we are very different even though the physicist says otherwise." Arya laughed loudly.
"Man, has you seen yourself in a mirror? You look like a damn underwear model, you're so like uncle Robert as my toenail." Robb choked on the water, Sansa opened her mouth in a perfect "o" and Jon shook his head. Gendry's eyes flared in Arry's direction.
Done deal. Thanks to the Seven for the mouth without filters of the wolf.
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Quickly asked the eldest of the Stark girls before her brothers opened their mouths. "Tonight It's my time to cook." The boy, although surprised, nodded.
"If you don't mind"
"Of course not." She said glancing at her younger sister, who did not take her eyes off Sansa's potential brother-in-law. The redhead winked at Arya and she smiled, catching the message. Theon, who had been the only one to notice the exchange, looked at the older girl with one eyebrow raised. She stood up and extended a hand.
"Come on Greyjoy, I need an assistant in the kitchen." He blinked in surprise, but nodded with a cocked smile, taking her hand and standing up.
For her part, Arry had already moved near Gendry to start a conversation while he listened attentively. Robb and Jon exchanged offended glances at being ignored by that pair in their own room.
His work with Arya was done, now it was her turn to stay with the beau, she thought as she took Theon out of the room.
My second fic in english, so sorry for the mistakes, I hope you enjoy it, leave my your reviews please :)