Arya
Arya walked through the aisles of heaven. Alcohol was lining every shelve and shined like the sun. It was the morning of Sansa's combined bachelor/bachelorette party. Arya was at the shopping centre, buying alcohol and the dress Sansa had convinced her to wear to the party. It took her a good 10 minutes to select the alcohol she wanted to , after an hour of shopping she went to leave the shopping centre.
Arya was just about to leave the centre but something caught her eye. Her feet decided for her, bringing her into the lingerie shop. Mockingbird was one of the most known lingerie shops around Westeros. They also sold some pretty ordinary toys (sex toys). Arya walked into the shop and quickly bypassed those ordinary toys and went to the back where there were endless rows of lingerie. She browsed quickly until something caught her eye. It was a black, lacy one piece. The bra and briefs were lacy but he middle was silky, most likely to expose her milky skin. At the back, all you could see was the back of the briefs and the clip of the bra. She ran her hands through the material, and closed her eyes trying to imagine what she'd look like in it.
"Need any help?" A mans voice asked from behind. She turned around and saw a lanky, skinny man with dusty, curly blonde hair. He had blue eyes and his eyebrows were better than hers! He was wearing a uniform and his name tag said Lommy.
"Oh no, I was just... Looking." She flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh, you would look very sexy and endearing in this. Just pair it with these." He said while grabbing a pair of dark, silky stockings. He shooed her to the changing rooms where she proceeded to put on the outfit.
Once it was all on, Arya turned to the mirror and saw herself. The outfit made her look bloated and didn't make her boobs look any bigger. Her ass could barely fit in the panties which gave her a massive wedgie. She looked like a dumb slut trying too hard to look good. "Come out, I want to see what you look like." The man commanded from outside the changing rooms.
"What? I'm not going to let you see me practically naked!" She shrieked, "you could be some creepy perve!"
"Oh honey, I'm gay." He stated.
"Oh, right." She unlocked the door and walked out to the worker.
"Oh my gods!" He screamed "you look so fucking hot. I would totally turn straight for you." He exclaimed as Arya laughed. "You have to totally get that." He said.
And so she did. When Lommy was ringing up her outfit he said "for only nine dollars, you can get this dildo. It's called the mountain-
"You know what, I'm fine thanks." Lommy burst into laughter and she hurriedly rushed out of the store finally getting on the road.
Gendry
He heard it before he saw it. A little yellow bug came into the garage, sputtering and Gendry expected it needed serious work. What Gendry didn't expect was who owned it. Right in front of his eyes, the one and only Arya Stark got out of a car he would expect Sansa to drive. She was wearing a tank top that clung to her like a second skin which made her small breast seem bigger. The shorts she was wearing made her legs look like they went on for days. Gendry would be lying if he said he didn't want to throw her against the car and fuck her senseless. Yes, he'd only just met the girl and it wasn't something you'd call an ideal meeting but she was hot and all he wanted to was fuck her. He definitely didn't have feelings for the girl.
"What in Seven Hells are you doing here?" She grumbled, getting angrier by the minute.
"I work here." He replied with no emotion.
"Oh, right. Well can you please look at my precious baby." She said, pointing to the very girly car. He did not expect Arya to call that very feminine car her 'precious baby.'
"Sure, do you know what's wrong with it?" He asked.
"Of couse I don't know!" She yelled, "if I knew, I wouldn't fucking be here, would I." She said sarcastically. God this girl was a pain in his ass.
"Whoa, calm down. What was it doing that made you come here?" He asked, amused at her anger.
"Well, it started sputtering and making strange noises so I pulled into the nearest mechanic." She said.
"Right, let's take a look." He said, making his way to the car and lifting the front hood, he fiddled around with the parts, checking if everything was in order. One of the parts from the engine was broken which surprised him seeing she had even started the car in the first place. He closed the hood and turned to her.
"Well?" She asked, tapping her foot which echoed in the room.
"A part from your engine is missing. You probably won't be able to start your car again and if you do, well it won't last very long." He said seriously. She cursed under her breath.
"Can you fix it?" She asked, biting her lip which looked very enticing.
"Yes, but I'll need to order the part that's missing." He replied, watching as her face contorted into irritation.
"How long will it take?"
"It depends on the order. But usually it takes a week to arrive."
"A fucking week!" He nodded, and again she cursed under her breath. "Do you have any here in stock?"
"I don't know, but I can check." He said, walking to the store cupboard.
He opened it, and started rummaging through it trying to find the missing part. He felt his shirt rise up and when he turned to Arya to ask a question, he saw her staring at his lower back muscles. "I'm assuming your going to Sansa's Bachelorette party tonight?" He asked.
She scoffed, "if you can call it that. I mean really, what's the point of calling it a 'bachelorette party' if your fiancé and his mates are coming as well? Why are they doing it anyways?"
"Because of strippers and all that kinda shit." He replied, still rummaging through the endless car parts.
"Pftt, as if those two prudes would hire strippers. It was probably us they couldn't trust." She said adding a little laugh at the end.
"No, I believe it was just you they couldn't trust." He turned around to face her. Her eyes narrowed.
"Excuse you?" Arya Stark had officially turned on bitch mode.
"I would never hire a stripper." He said truthfully. He did not want to become like his father.
"Yeah, sure. Your totally bullshitting!"
"I'm being 100% truthful." She eyes him warily but luckily left it as that.
"Well I'm sorry to say this, but there's not parts for your car."
"Fuck!" She practically screamed.
"Do you need a lift?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't kick him in the dick.
"No, I'll just call Sansa." She said, going outside and making the call. Shortly after, she came back in and grabbed her stuff from the car. It was literally just a bunch of alcohol. Gendry offered to carry it but she just gave him an icy glare.
Once she had left, he decided to check the car from the inside to see if ther was anything wrong. When he opened the door, all he saw was rubbish. There were McDonalds bags and and KFC boxes everywhere. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. At the backseat in the right corner, there was a bag saying Mockingbird that only meant one thing. Super, sexy, hot lingerie. His curiosity got the better of him and he couldn't help but grab the bag and check what was inside. He pulled out one of the sexiest outfits of mankind, and all he could imagine was Arya standing before him only in that suit which practically left nothing to the imagination.
The smooth black silk felt wonderful in his hands and all he could think was Arya writhing beneath him in this hot, sexy outfit.
Gendry finally got the Stark girl off his mind but only because of his upcoming lunch with his father. Yesterday, he got a certain invitation from his father for lunch. As much as Gendry wanted to decline, Willas somehow talked him into going. He closed up Motts Garage, changed into something more suitable, and drove over to his dad's massive mansion.
He didn't want to push the button. He hated his father. He hated his step-mother. He especially hated his step-brother, Joffrey. Why did he need to see his father who couldn't give two shits about him?
He sighed before finally pressing the door bell. In a flash, the door was opened and a furry of golden curls were all he could see. She must of been waiting for him. "Gendry!" Myrcella shouted, "I missed you." He wrapped his arms around her small frame.
"I missed you too, Cella." He said, hugging her tightly. Myrcella always listened to his problems. She always helped out when he was angry at their father, or angry at the Gods, or angry at anything, really. When they broke away from the hug, she gave him a big grin. "Where's dad?" He asked.
"In the lounge room, but I need you to help me in the kitchen." She said, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the kitchen.
"Cella, you know I can't cook." He said, chuckling at her struggle to pull him.
"Nonsense, anyone can cook." She stated. "Now come on, before I punch you."
"You wouldn't punch anyone." He said, following her to the kitchen.
"I would so. You just haven't seen my wild side." He imagined her with her golden girls in tangles and her face with mud splattered over it. He laughed and she joined in.
"So what's for lunch, Chef Cella?"
"Your favourite, hamburgers." He let out a whoop and she giggled. "Now, I need you to cook the patties. Can you do that?"
"Yes chef." He saluted her, and began to put the meat on the grill. "So, how's uni?"
"Good. I can't believe it's my last year." She replied, looking excited.
"Me too, you're so grown up." She gave him the middle finger but continued to smile. "I've never seen you look this happy."
"What do you mean?" She asked innocently, a shade of pink lighting her cheeks.
"Who's the guy?" He teased.
"Th.. there is no guy!"
"Yeah, sure. Come on, tell me about the guy who's got you so happy." She sighed, but accepted defeat.
"His name is Trystane. Gods Gen, he's so sweet and nice." She said, looking dreamily at the the ceiling.
"That's good to hear. But if he hurts you, I'll fucking beat the guy to pulp."
"Gendry!" She shouted. He watched as she grinned and flipped the table. "What about you?"
"What about me?" He said, flipping over the patties.
"Well, is there a special girl?" She asked with an evil grin.
"No." He responded flatly.
"I don't believe that for one second."
"Well, you better believe it!"
"Whatever, I'll find out a way to make you talk."
After he finished the patties, she told him to see Father while she plated up the burgers. He found him in the lounge room, drinking as usual. "Gendry!" He boomed, spit flying out his mouth. "How are you, my boy?" He asked, getting up from his recliner and pulling him into a hug.
"I'm good." He mumbled, wincing at the smell of his breath.
"Where's Tommen?"
"At his soccer game. Little pussy can't handle a sport what real men play."
"Dad!"
"And thank the Gods that the bitch is with him too!" He exclaimed.
"Dad, Gendry, lunch is ready." Myrcella's voice came from the kitchen.
They sat out on the patio and that's when it turned into a disaster. "Here boy, have a drink." His father said, offering him the glass of scotch.
"No thanks Dad, I'm good." He said, taking a big bite out of his burger.
"Don't be afraid, it's just alcohol."
"I don't drink, dad." His father let out a booming laugh, his fat belly jiggling everywhere.
"Why did the Gods make every one of my sons a pussy." He exclaimed. Gendry clenched his fists and stared angrily at him. The grease from the meat ran down from his chin and into his beard. "Have you ever made the eight?" He asked.
"What?"
"Where you fuck a girl from every state?" He boomed.
"No dad, I haven't even been to every state." He growled out.
"Well I have. And that's what makes you a real man."
"Congratulations Dad. You've managed to cheat on your wife, you should be proud." He said sarcastically.
"Oh don't be like that. When you get married, you'll get sick of her and need a different woman. And you'll turn into a fat drunk like me."
"I will NEVER turn out like you!" He shouted.
"You will." He responded as Gendry got up and stormed back into the house, going to leave.
"Gendry wait!" Myrcella shouted. "Please don't leave me here." She said desperately.
"Do you have something nice to wear?"
They arrived at the party at 6:00pm. He knew Willas or Sansa wouldn't care if he brought Myrcella, and he couldn't leave her with their drunk father. "I don't want you drinking?"
"Gendry I'm 22 and an adult, my decisions are my own." She stated and Gebdry watched as she made friends with some girl she didn't know. He felt someone tap his shoulder.
"Hey." Willas said, "you bring Myrcella."
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind."
"No it's cool, but why?" He asked. Gendry couldn't answer. Walking towards him was Arya and Sansa. Arya was wearing a very short black dress that clung to her skin. It complemented the little curves she had and brang out her stormy grey eyes."Gendry?" Willas was smirking.
"Oh, just had a fight with dad."
"Again."
"Yeah, Gods I hate him so much!" He exclaimed.
"You have daddy problems." Arya exclaimed and laughed. He could tell she was drunk. He sighed, and looked at the very attractive mess in front of him.
"You can call it that." He replied.
"Awww, poor baby Gendry has daddy problems." She said in a baby voice.
"Arya!" Her sister exclaimed.
"Shut up." He growled.
"Do you need your diaper changed, because your getting a bit shitty."
"Shut it!" He raised his tone. She didn't batter and eyelid. Instead she turned angry.
"You shouldn't hate your dad. At least you've got one!" She stormed away, and shocked everyone. At one moment she was teasing, the next angry.
"Gendry, I'm so sorry." Sansa said, going after Arya. He felt angry and guilty.
"Gendry?" He felt a small hand on his shoulder and immediately knew it was Myrcella. "Let's go somewhere and talk." She said.
They walked out to the patio and sat down. "So?" She said.
"I feel angry. But I also feel guilty. Her father is dead and mine is alive but I can't help myself to not hate him."
Ned Stark died 9 years ago. When Gendry was 16 and his mother passed away, Ned found him and convinced his father to let Gendry live with him. He was always kind to him and they got along really well. He always asked if he was well and if he liked living with his father. Gendry wished his father was like Ned and he always felt horrible for it. When Ned passed, it was the first and only time he saw his father cry.
"You have every right to hate him. He treats you like dirt and yes her father is dead, but she just said that cause she was drunk." Myrcella replied.
And like old times, they stayed out there talking about problems with family.
They seemed to stay out there for hours and when they returned inside, everyone was already passed out on the floor. Except one. Arya Stark was still there, barely standing and doing what he assumed was dancing. She was drinking singing a song he couldn't understand. Willas watched with amusement and Sansa with worry. "Gendry, could you please do us a favour and drive her home." She said, "we would take her, but we can't drive. We'll give you the address, and we understand if you don't-
"Relax Sansa, of course I'll take her home." He tried to get her to come, but she just kept dancing. He decided the only way was to pick her up and carry her like a child.
"Hey asshole, what the fuck do you think your doing?" She shouted, wriggling around trying to get away. Because she was moving everywhere, he accidentally brushed his hand against her ass. "Stop groping my ass, you perve!" She shouted. He carried her outside while Myrcella hopped in his backseat. He plopped her in the front seat.
"There you go, Milady." He said, mocking her.
"Donotcallmemilady!" She shouted. He laughed as he put on her seatbelt and closed the door.
"Thank you so much Gendry." Sansa said.
"Not a problem." He replied, getting in the car and driving off to the address Sansa gave him.
Myrcella
She sat in silence at the back, smirking as her brother checked on the girl beside him every few seconds. "What?" She snapped. Gendry laughed while the girl crossed her arms.
She was super pissed and drunkenly reminisced on old times. "Did you know my ex cheated on me?" She asked.
"No." Gendry was lying, she could always tell when he was lying.
"Well today would of been our fourth anniversary."
"I'm sorry." He replied.
"Why? It's not your fault the prick decided he got sick of me." She replied. She turned round and faced Myrcella. "You should dump this guy before he gets sick of you. They always do." She said. Myrcella was surprised she could string two words together.
"She's my sister!" Gendry said in outrage but Arya continued with her drunken rant.
"All men want is sex! They expect women to look their best at all times. I mean, so what I don't wax my vagina and so what I occasionally forget to shave my legs. Why should I do what men tell me to do? It's my body and my fucking life, so I can do whatever I want."
"Not all men are like that." Gendry exclaimed. She turned and glared at him.
"So your telling me you'd rather a hairy vagina then a clean, shaven one?" She asked as Myrcella giggled in the back.
"No- I... It's your body... Ah fuck it." She had never seen her brother so flustered and he has never acted like this.
"My point exactly. It's my body and no man should ever disrespect a woman's body. Why the hell do men rule the would? You've never seen a queen on the Iron Throne, only the stupid men who make dumb decisions that get themselves killed. Everything that is shit for woman starts with men.
"Like what?"
"Like MEN-struation. MEN-opaus. Instead of HIS-story it should be HER-story. Let's face it, without women, men would be fucked. I swear us girls have to do fucking everything. We bleed out of our fucking vaginas once a month. When we have sex for the first time, it hurts and bleeds. We have to carry a baby for 9 fucking months and then push the fat thing out of our vagina and if our body isn't up to men's standards, we're considered ugly. And if we complain about it like I just did, we get called a feminist."
"Amen!" Myrcella added.
"You don't know how much it hurts to get kicked in the balls. If we have a small dick, we're fucked."
"Do you have a small dick?" She asked. Gendry flushed and paused.
"I...I... Well, I..."
"Well, do you?" Myrcella was crying of laughter.
"I would hope not." He finally answered.
"You would hope not? Why don't you just fucking tell me, it's not that hard?" She argued.
"I... I..."
"You're hopeless." She said.
They arrived at the apartment which looked very disgustingly seedy. "You live here?" He asked.
"Yeah, do you have a problem with that?" She asked. He sighed and got out of the car. He went to help her out, but she ended up falling into his chest. Gendry lifted her and she nuzzled into his chest."You smell good."
"Myrcella, a little help please." She went and grabbed Arya's bag and dug out the keys. She opened the door of the building. "Which number are you?" Gendry asked, looking at her with concern.
"2b." She announced, hugging herself closer to him. Myrcella laughed as Gendry groaned.
"Can you not do that?" He asked.
"Not do what?" She asked innocently, as she shifted her body that was rubbing against him. They got to the door, which Myrcella unlocked and led the way through.
The apartment was very small and it was a mess. She had one of the smallest kitchens and there was clothes everywhere. There were lots of photos with her and her dad and the girl she had met that night, Ros.
They soon found her bedroom and Myrcella watched from the door as Gendry treated the girl with utmost care. He gently laid her down on the bed, and went to her draws. "What are you doing?" She asked, half yawning.
"I'm helping you get out of that dress." He replied.
"Why, so you can star at my non-existent tits?"
"No, so you'll be comfy when you sleep."
"Oh..." She said, suddenly speechless. He opened the first door which he quickly shut. "Are you actually afraid of tampons?" She asked and laughed weakly. "Open the third draw. I've got an oversized shirt in there." She said. He opened the draw and selected one.
"Will this do?" He asked. He held up an old band shirt.
"That's my favourite!" She exclaimed. She started singing the Red Hot Chilli Peppers and giggling like a kid on Christmas Day. He smiled. He went to unzip her dress-
"What are you doing? I can dress myself, you.. (Hiccup) you know."
"You can barely speak. Are you wearing a bra?" He asked.
"No, I don't really need one." She said.
"This is going to be difficult." He said, groaning.
"You know, most men would take advantage of this situation."
"I know, but I'm not most men." He replied.
Gendry managed to unzip the dress without exposing her breast. He slipped on the shirt and she shimmied out of it. The shirt rose up, showing her undies. They were adventure time undies.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" Gendry asked.
"Because it's better than this shitty world!" She exclaimed, and fell into a deep sleep.
"She's pretty." Myrcella said, as they drove back to the place she didn't want to return too.
"Yeah, she is." He replied, thinking about something in his deep, strange mind.