This is my first GOT fanfic. I had this story runing in my head every time I listen to the son Perfect by Ed Sheeran. As for Fanfic policy I'm not going to post the lyrics to the song but know that its an a cappella version of that song that the men are singing. I have not read the books but I had heard of this scene of the crossroads were Ayra get forced into a dress. It's just a bit of fluff and what I think Gendry was thinking the whole time. Hope you all enjoy, and none of the characters belong to me nor does the song.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. No, I don't believe what I am seeing! How on earth was this possible? How it could see look like that when an hour ago we all thought she was a boy. Seven hells, most days i could pass her off as a boy and I've know the truth for over a year now. Thinking of her as a boy made pulling my cock out to take a piss so much easier if I thought about it. I don't even think Hot pie knows she a girl.
Now standing here looking at her. I don't think anyone in there right minds, even the drunken ones around would not be able to deny her to the lady that she is. Lady Arya Stark of Winterfell. Mind you the dress she is wearing is god awful looking, with green ruffles and acorns littered on it. I've never seen her in a dress nor have I seen her bathed and clean. The only thing I could recognizes about her was the scowl she wore on her face, showing her displeasure.
"Do my eyes deceive me or is that little Lady Stark?"Anguy asked clasping me on the back nodding towards Arya.
"Don't let her hear you say that, or she'll feed your cock to you for breakfast" I say sipping my ale. He laughed and sat down with his men and the table as Arya came over to us.
"You look different now. Like a proper little lady" I teased knowing I'd get a rise out of her. She scrunched up her nose and growled.
"I look like an Oak tree with all these stupid acorns" She huffed.
"Nice though. A nice oak tree" I admitted without thinking. Man maybe i've had too much to drink. She glared at me with her piercing grey eyes looking at me for honesty. "You even smell nice for a change." Yes, way too much to drink.
"You don't. You stink worse then Hot pie" She snorted shoving me and walking away.
" Now that's uncalled for!" She glanced back before taking a seat with Hot pie whose eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw her. Looking around the Crossroads inn I noticed a lot of eyes where on Arya.
I didn't like it, not one bit. She was barely three-ten, if that. She is a high born girl. Born into one of the oldest Houses in Westeros. Yet almost every man here was gawking at her like she a whore and in whore house.
"Oh what I wouldn't give to get a piece of that" Anguy groaned beside me. "Could you image boys, with all that fire and rage trapped in such a small body she be a great bed. A challenge that for sure, but still I'd tap that." I didn't let him say another word before I had grab him and pulled him out of the inn and shoved his drunk arse against the side of the inn.
"I swear by the old gods and the new that if I hear you disrespecting LADY Ayra again you won't have a cock to fuck with. Are we clear?" All I saw was red when I looked at him. All I wanted was my hammer to hit his arse over and over again till his was dead.
"Oh what's this then" he smarted up and shoved me off him with great force considering he was drunk. "You fancy the little Lady eh" he quipped.
"Oh course not. She to young and a Highborn lady at that." I argued.
"Ay, but she still a lady nonetheless, boy. A growing one at that." He pushed. "Tell me you've been with her a long time eh? And you're what eight-ten. So unless you're into boys, and hey all the power to ya. Then I am thinking you've fancy her, I mean why else are you still with her". I didn't know what to say. I knew why I was still with her, but I wasn't going to be telling him that he was right.
"All those cold night. Come on you've never thought of curling up all nice and close behind her. Nudging your cock into her nice firm arse." Once again I didn't let him finish his sentence before slamming him into the inn again. I couldn't believe he was saying these things. She was a little girl. I slammed him again a few more times before some of his brothers came over and got me off him. I was quit proud of the fact that he fell on his arse and spitted out blood.
"Like I said before you disrespect her again you know what's coming for ya" I threatened and walked off. I stocked off towards the fire some of the brothers had made. Someone, I don't know or care who, handed me some ale and I started drinking. I couldn't come to grips with some of the things Anguy had said. Yes she was Three-ten and a girl, but with the way we were eating and surviving she had barely developed anything. She still looked like a boy and I highly doubt she even bleed yet. So technically she was just a little girl.
More of the brothers started to gather around the fire all with there own drinks in hand. Thoros and Beric came around as well. Thoros with some sort of instrument in his hand, and started the men off in song.
He rode through the streets of the city, Down from his hill on high
O' er the winds and the steps and the cobble, He rode to woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasure, She was his shame and his bliss
And a chain and a keep are nothing, Compared to a woman's kiss
Halfway through the song I felt someone come sit beside me. Looking down I say that it was only Ayra with what looked to be a cup of ale in her hand.
"Thought you didn't like that stuff." I whispered, as she shrugged and took a sip. The scrunch of her nose confirmed my answer.
"Nothing else to drink around here is there. Unless I want some of Thoros Black strap rum." she recalled.
"Yeah I wouldn't do it. That stuff was just horrible ." I quipped. We just sat and listen for awhile. Most of the songs I knew from my childhood in Kingslanding. After a while some of the brothers and villagers started to get up and dance.
"You know the last time I was at a party like this was back in Winterfell."Arya whispered smiling sadly into the fire. "King Robert had just got to Winterfell and we had a grand celebration in his honour. There was beautiful music, and people were dancing". She said fondly. "The camaraderie, a brotherhood of sort. I remember sitting up at the high table and throwing food at my sister Sansa. He kept making lovey faces to Joffrey it was disgusting. My mother had Rob bring me to my room after that." She frowned at this.
"That was the time we were all happy together. My father accepted the kings offer of being the hand and Bran was pushed off the tower." she remembered.
"Your brother was pushed out a tower" I questioned. She looked at me with sad eyes.
"Well people say that he fell off the tower. But I know my brother there is no way that he could have fallen. He was the best climber in Winterfell. There is just no way." We fell into silence after this and just listened to the brothers and Thoros.
Thoros started to sing. I knew this song. It was an old one from fleebottom, much older then me. I remember my mother use to sing this to me in our tiny little room we called our world.
"Dance with me" I asked Arya while standing to prove I wasn't joking. She gave me a startled look. I knew she was going to refuse but something was telling me I had to do this. I had to dance with her to this song.
"Please Ayra, This was my mother favourite song." I pleaded with her, as soon as I mentioned my mother I could see her soften. With a sigh she grabbed my hand and stood. I lead her out to the others and started our dance.
Dancing with Ayra was not something I could describe. I had no idea why I got the feeling I had to dance with her but standing her swaying to the music with Ayra in my arms. I knew this would always be the best moment in my life. Nothing nor no one would ever beat this. I knew I wanted to hold her and never let her go. I could stay in this moment forever.
"Did you use to dance with her to this" Ayra whispered looking up at me with her curious stormy grey eyes.
"I vaguely remember standing on her feet as she would sing this. We didn't have much. We lived in this small ratty room above an inn my mother worked at in fleebottom. I remembered she grab me at random times throughout our day and she put me on her feet and start singing." I whispered to her. Ayra just nodded and put her head on my chest just like it belonged there.
Arya looked a mess but I had to agree with the lyrics they were singing. Arya though in that god awful dress never looked more perfect in my eyes then standing in my arms. I know she skin me alive if she ever knew I was thinking this but it was true. There would never be anyone more perfect to me then her the way she is now. A wild wolf with a fiery temper shoved into a god awful dress. I knew that I was done for. I knew I would follow her to the end of the earth.
I knew that no matter how much I want it. That Ayra and I would never share the same home. She a highborn lady. Her father was lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell hand of the king and Warden of the north. I'm just a poor bastard from Fleebottom. The lowest of low. The only thing her and I would ever share are these moments. This perfect moment with her in my arms.
My mother use to say to me as we lay in our one bed that her great wish for me that I would find someone to spend my life with. To love ,to cherish, to build a home, and family with. I somehow now knew that person was meant to be this little wild wolf.
Looking down at Arya, at how small she was. It still amazed me at what she could do. What this little wolf was capable of. All she had done for me and Hot pie was just short of astounding. To lying to Sir Amory Lorch to save me, to getting us out of Harnehall, to standing up to Thoros and Anguy just hours ago.
I could see my future. Working my days in the Winterfell forges. I knew that Lady Stark would never approve of me for her daughter. Nor would I ever dare try. I knew that if by some fraction of a miracle that she felt even the slightest of feeling towards me that it wouldn't even matter. For her highborn family would never approve of me. I'm nothing more than a bastard.
Even with that thought I couldn't help but see our future that would never be, it was so clear in my minds eye.I could see us staying here at the could be so happy here. No gold cloaks after me. No one trying to kill Arya because she was a Stark. I would open up my own forge here and Arya could do as she please. I would never try to tame her. She could do and be whoever she wanted to be. I could even see a little girl one day of our own with unruly black hair and crystal blue eyes.
I could see why this was my mother's favourite song. For someone who never had the chance to find love this is a glimpse of what love looks like. Arya let go of my hand and put her arm around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on top of hers. If I could freeze this moment and never leave I would. To stay her Forever.
"I meant what I said earlier ya know." I whispered in her ear. "That you look nice tonight." She looked up lat me and scowled.
"Lair, I'm not Sansa or Jane Poyle. I'm not pretty like them. I'm not the lady my mother or father wanted me to be. I'm just ugly old Underfoot Arya."
"Well I wouldn't say ugly but you may not be the lady that they want you to be. But you are beautiful in your own way." I honestly said to her. I could see she didn't believe me in her eyes.
"I don't know what your sister or her friends told you. I'm not going to even try to pretend I know the life you highborns lead. All I know that your beyond them. Your beyond it all milady" I said to her with every ounce of love and pride that hoped and prayed she could feel.
"I never wanted that life Gendry. I never wanted to be a lady. It's not me." her voice nearly broke me. She sounded scared.
"You won't be that person" I vowed. "Never to me, milady" I chuckled. She gave me a small smile at her nickname, and laid her head back on my chest just above my heart the beat only for her. Though she never know that.
Having Arya in my arms now I knew that my life was complete. The brotherhood could kill me now and I would be alright with that, because I've touch this perfection that I would never attain again.
I knew that I had to let her go. I knew that she would walk away from my arms and would not think about this ever again. She had a family to think about that. She had a home she had to go home to. I knew she had a life that she would need to live. I couldn't help but mourn for the perfectly imperfect angel in my arms. That this would be my only happiness in my life.
The music ended and Arya despite my every wish stepped out of my arms.
"Well…." she tried to say something but nothing way coming out. Maybe I wasn't the only one affected here.
"Thank you Arya. That meant a lot to me." I confess. More so than you'll ever know. I think I saw her blush before she turned away from me.
"This never happened, Stupid" she finally said as she walked away from me. I chuckled at this.
"No never, Milady" I whispered to myself as I watched her walk back towards the inn.
"Ya know boy I don't think I've ever seen anything more perfect than that." Thoros said clasping me on the back. I looked over at his smug face, and walked away. "They sure do look a lot like a young Robert and Lyanna." He said to no one in particular.
There you have it. I know it's fluffy but hey I like the idea of romance. Plus I can't be the only person mourning the way Gendry and Arya ended up. Broke my heart.
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Stay Safe during these hard times.