Basically this is the 'Shit hit the fan episode' so enjoy :)
Song: A Place to Hide by White Lies.
ARYA POV:
Waking up on her bed Arya stretched her body like a cat. She felt relaxed and elated after a very hot phone sex session with Gendry that came out of nowhere.
Let's talk about that shall we? Because Holy Mother of All that is sacred! Last night… last night… what the hell was last night? Incredible, intense, sexy, liberating?… Holy fuck that was hot!
Setting her reserves aside; Arya let go of her inhibitions and let herself enjoy the possibilities of being with Gendry and oh boy, the man did not disappoint.
Normally Arya was an early riser but she slept through sunrise. She glanced over the bed table to check the time when she saw her cell phone, surprised that the facetime session was still open. She felt shy and bashful but desperately wanted to talk to Gendry. Everything just fell in place but to her dissatisfaction Gendry left his cell phone on his bed with a note for her…
'I couldn't bring myself to push the end button on such a perfect sight. I had to leave early because of some problems at a construction site so painfully I'm going to miss breakfast.
I'll call you when I get back.
Do not get on that plane without seeing me Stark; we need to talk about what happened. You still owe me a kiss (hopefully not a goodbye one)
Yours
G'
Of course she felt disappointed because she wasn't going to see Gendry but the note certainly had an uplifting effect on her mood. How cute was it? Of course leaving his phone was a dumb move since she wouldn't be able to reach him until he came back from God knows where but it was so thoughtful and touching.
They certainly needed to talk. They needed to talk about what last night meant for them and about her leaving; after all it was a done deal but did she want whatever happened last night to continue? Hell yes! She was getting worked up just thinking about it.
What I did last night? Him bossing me around? I should be insulted but that was totally hot; Arya thought. Gendry definitely knew what he was doing and she was already thinking about the possibility for a second encounter when her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door.
"Wakey, wakey Starky. I know it seems impossible since God gave us spectacular genes but we need to start getting ready"—
"Go away Margaery! Go sneak into the guesthouse, Jon would like a wakeup call" She said hiding under the covers that were obviously no match for Margaery Tyrell.
"I tried but I swear your mother planted a GPS in all of my jewelry. I can't set foot outside the house without her being by my side. We had to squeeze a quickie in the kennels last night"— The kennels? No wonder they got caught for indecent exposure.
"Whooooooa there Tyrell, TMI! Your boyfriend is my brother remember?!"
"Oh please, don't be such a prude! You come from the Free Cities; party central. Don't tell me you haven't enjoyed the perks of living alone and away from your parents. God knows I did, that's how I met my Jonny Boy"—Margaery said lovingly while rummaging over the closet, throwing clothes at her. Arya was happy she was under the covers since she was blushing like a schoolgirl. You don't have to be away from your parents to enjoy some private time. Last night Gendry's eyes, his voice…
"Earth to Arya. We're leaving in one hour to get our nails done so move it!"-
"Aye, aye Captain!" She told Margaery while finally getting out of bed. Not before freezing the image and taking a picture of the note Gendry left her on his bed.
…
"You guys look like the most depressing boy band ever"
An hour and a half later she was waiting for Margaery, Jeyne and her mother to get ready so she went to see where the boys were. They were huddled up inside Bran's room looking very grumpy and annoyed.
"I haven't seen my wife since lunch yesterday. Margaery didn't even let us sleep in the same room. She said that last night counted as our wedding night since today we're having our coming out party"—Mumbled Robb, not amused by Marg's excitement.
"I haven't seen my girlfriend in a week… Need I say more?"— Piped in Bran.
"Mom wants me to lock Shaggydog in the kennels tonight. Not a chance in seven hells!"—Said Rickon sitting on the floor side by side with his dutiful wolf.
"Where's Jon?" she asked.
Robb scoffed "He's running errands for Mom for tonight's party. The guy is determined to suck up before he leaves"—
"Ahhh sucking up? You mean helping another guy's mother? Leave him alone Robb, at least he's not sitting around and sulking like a little boy" Arya and Robb were trying to patch things up between the two of them but she couldn't leave out the bite out of her response, Arya would always defend Jon in all matters. For the first time in his life Robb knew he was in front of a lost battle so he wisely shut up.
"What's up with you? If someone would be guilty of bitching about a high society party that would be you Ar"—Said Rickon.
"It's easy; by this time tomorrow she'll be back in her precious Braavos, free from all oppression" Added Bran in an over-dramatic tone.
"I have to wear a dress, parade myself in front of random people and very possibly allow Mom to play matchmaker with me all night… Believe me; I am not down with the program BUT those aren't reasons enough for me to bitch around and moan. We have to do this for Dad and for the whole family; the pack. Period. And stop being such a drama queen Brandon; in a month or so you'll start Uni and will see Meera again. Or is it Jojen and his go-go juice that you miss so much? Ah; Young drug addict love, Shakespeare would be proud"
"Shut up, I am not an addict"—Sulked Bran.
"I can't believe you're leaving again, that sucks!"—Piped in Rickon looking very much his age; just a kid missing his big sister.
"I'm sorry Rick, you knew that coming here was a tight schedule for me. But I'll promise I'll call more and what if you go and visit me in Braavos? Edric goes over there all the time, we can go sailing, hiking, you name it – I'll do it… You should come too Robb. You know; to watch and learn about the logistics behind overseas projects"
Robb was certainly not expecting the invitation since his eyes lit up with fireworks. He understood that his little sister was extending an olive branch and was grateful for it. He just nodded a silent thank you while Rickon was on hyper mode already planning a vacation in Braavos.
"Arya we are on the clock, get down here right this instant!"—Yelled Margaery in her no funny business tone.
"Said by the person who took two hours to get ready…" Arya sulked already dreading getting pampered for the party. "Sorry, I am off to the land of plucking, styling and suffering. See ya'losers later!"
Margaery and Jeyne were getting inside Catelyn's car when Jon's motorcycle came through the main gate. Arya didn't hesitate in running to him and giving him a giant hug.
"Hey little Wolf! What do I owe the pleasure?"—Jon said ruffling her hair like he always did.
"Nothing. You are aware that after Dad you're my favorite Stark right?"
"That's unfair; I'm not a Stark. I'm a Snow remember?"—Said Jon smirking but it angered Arya. Jon was her brother; no last name would define that.
"Shut up Stupid!" She said hugging him harder.
She said she was going to make an effort in keeping more in touch with everyone but the truth was that when Arya left she didn't really miss anyone, of course she loved her family but she assumed they were all just fine minding their own business. Jon was different; him she missed.
Sensing her mood Jon hugged her back and kissed her head. The love and brotherly devotion went both ways.
"It's ok, I'll take her"—He signaled to the rest of the ladies.
"Wait, where? I'm going to get ready for tonight's party"
"I know…but you're also leaving tomorrow. Come on, we'll follow them to town in my bike. You being clingy? I have to value this moment"— teasingly said Jon.
"Shut up you Crow" She said with the biggest smile on her face while getting on the bike.
…
Yo Hot Stuff! Where R U? Mom is going mental. Text me back. AS*
Lunch with Jon in town. Come join if you are near. AS*
Arya successfully managed to get her nails done. She skipped hair and makeup since she could handle that department by herself and was having lunch with Jon. While he ordered she texted Sansa (and also Gendry); since no one had heard from her in two weeks. Everyone assumed she was going to come with the Baratheon's, hand in hand with Joffrey for the party but Arya knew better, she knew Sansa was going to break up with him so this sudden silence from her sister kept her worried.
"Jon what makes you like Margaery?" She blurted out.
"Uhmm oooooooook…"—Jon said already getting awkward.
"I mean… what's the deal breaker that makes a person be the one you want to be with?"
"Well Ar I… I mean that… you should… not that I… It's being with this person, this whole other person. You´re wrap up in them, they're wrapped up in you… and suddenly you're more than just you. I don't know I'm not a bleeding poet"-
"I know it's just… this whole thing with Sansa just got me thinking. The guy's a douche but she's been with Joffrey what? Jeez I think they were promised to each other since birth but he treats her like dirt! Why stay with him?" She let go a sigh, she really had a bad feeling and her gut was never wrong.
"Arya none of us know the extent of Sansa and Joffrey's relationship. It's not a very healthy one; that's for sure but it's complicated. Sansa sees something in the little shit that is worth taking up with him so we just have to respect and be there for her when she needs us. As for my dearest Margie; what's there not to like?"—It was endearing see Jon's face light up when speaking of his girlfriend. "Dad once said that the person you love is like finding the missing piece for your puzzle. I know that Margaery and I are total opposites but it fits us. I know I'm not exactly Mr. Fun so I have her to cheer me up, God knows she has enough energy to power up a Super Bowl. She's also kind, loving and caring. A lot of people think she's just an airhead but if they do then they don't deserve to get know her. Anyways… you're in a relationship. Aren't you supposed to know all this stuff?"—
"Was in a relationship… I officially dumped Griff yesterday so that's also why I'm asking. We were together for three years! Aren't I suppose to be crying and listening to Taylor Swift while eating ice cream or am I just a plain old bitch? I don't feel bad, I don't feel anything at all"
"Well I don't think you're a bitch but it is weird. You can't just wipe out three years of being with someone. Weren't you in love with the guy?"—Jon asked curious.
"Of course, I adore Griff! We were both's support systems, pushing each other's limit. He helped me adjust to the whole Free Cities culture and introduced me to a lot of people. I will always be grateful to him…"
"Sooooo you never said love but did however say grateful. Love and gratefulness can't be confused Ar, they are totally different things"—
What was Jon talking about? You can't be with a person, live with them for three years and not love them! Of course she loved Aegon, he adored her and treated her like a queen. In his sake she endured many things and let him take the lead many times, even if she was absolutely against it.
Jon let her sort her thoughts out as they ate their lunch in silence. When they finally finished, paid and were about to return to the Manor; she decided to write three texts.
Whatever is going on… I'm here. AS* For Sansa.
It was for the best… AS* For Aegon.
And finally one for Gendry: STUPID! AS*
…
It was nearly party time so Arya was doing the finishing touches on her appearance.
Makeup consisted of a light blush and nude lips. This evening black smoky eyes covered her gaze making her eyes look silver. She decided to go edgy with a long haired faux hawk to give the back of the dress the main focus.
From the front it was a simple midnight blue gown with a long train. She put on black ankle boots and was ready for the show just in time as Rickon knocked on her door to tell her everybody was waiting downstairs. As promised; she stood in front of the mirror and took a picture of herself and sent it to Gendry. he hopping he liked what he saw.
Going over the stairs she saw the moment Jeyne was descending the stairwell. She looked beautiful in a big white bridal style dress, with an upswept hairdo and a diamond necklace hanging down her back. Robb looked like he was seeing an Angel descend the skies and it was only then when she realized how much her brother loved his wife.
"Looking smart Sis. Glad to see at least someone decided to cover up for the evening!"—Said Jon looking at Arya come down the stairs while gazing over at his girlfriend and Stepmother.
Margaery was wearing a yellow sexy gown that showed off a lot of cleavage with her hair styled into loose curls and her makeup just natural enough to show off her cute freckles. No doubt Jon was going to keep a close place next to her all night which was probably Margaery's plan from the beginning. Catelyn was the most modest of the bunch, but at her forties was giving the girls a run for their money in a much fitted deep green sequined dress with a moderate V neck that came alive with her long red hair styled in waves. Sexy but demure; the Stark Matriarch was definitely a head turner.
"Spare us dear Brother since we all know you are in awe of your date tonight. So let's get this show on the road, I need a drink!" She said heading for the door.
"Arya what are you…"— Asked Eddard blinking, not being able to process what he was seeing.
"Oh Hell no, you are not going out like that!"— Jon was already taking off his jacket to cover her up.
"Fuck Ar! You look hot!"— Said Robb earning a smack on his head by Catelyn for his choice of words. Bran and Rickon just laughed and even took a picture of her dress pointing her ass… Oh, yes, did I mention the back of the dress or there lack of?
The dress while completely covered in the front with long sleeves had an open back that stopped just right at the lower back exposing all of Arya's flawless skin.
"I think that if anyone can pull off that look; it's Arya!"—Said Jeyne who after a couple of days was still getting out of her shell.
"Amen to that Sister! You look scary hot; the ultimate achievement. Kudos Stark, no one will even look at my tah-tahs!"—Said Margaery earning a laugh from everyone but Jon who was fuming.
"I for one think you look exquisite Arya!"—Said Edric Dayne who was standing by the front door looking dapper in a classic tux and bow tie. He walked towards Arya taking her hand, giving it a kiss.
"Good Evening Edric. Is everything in order?"—Asked Eddard.
"Yes Sir, I'm here to escort you to the venue. I've arranged a limousine for yourself, your wife and the kids. Jon and Margaery as well as Robb and Jeyne will be going in separate cars. I was hoping to accompany Arya myself if she doesn't mind of course"— Edric said winking at her. Over the years Edric developed into a very confident, successful young man. He ran his family business and was a hit with the ladies with his good manners and boyish charms. He still carried a torch for Arya but knew she didn't see him that way. To his dismay he was kind of the fifth brother she used to make out with.
"Lead the way" She said accepting his arm. Edric's weakness other than Arya; was collecting cars. This time he was rocking a custom made Bentley.
"The press is going to have a field day with you Ar. That dress should be illegal!"— Edric said while driving to the venue where the party was.
"I thought the memo said 'dress to impress'" She said winking at him "Tell me what to expect? Give me the rundown"
"Let me call everybody since they need to know this as well"—Edric said getting into in his PR mode. He made a group call but it took a couple of minutes to get a good connection. All phones had some kind of interference.
"Ok People: there is literally a red carpet. This is no longer a Stark Industries and Baratheon Corp event. The main power houses were invited. We want to give a strong message that both empires are stronger than ever. The line is relatively long so there's a lot of press and paparazzi. To the sex offenders and the drug user learn this line 'No comment. It is a lovely night and we are here to celebrate family, friends and business associates'. You will all have someone from my team by your sides helping you with the press. Marg; don't spill out, Rick don't flip off anyone and we will be good to go"—
"Edric have you heard from Sansa? None of us has learned from her and I'm worried!"—Asked a concerned Catelyn trough the phone line.
"I have not but the Baratheon's will make an appearance being the other family in the spotlight so we must assume Sansa will be arriving with them seeing that she is dating their son and heir"—
"Is it going to last long? The party?"—Nervously asked Jeyne, you could hear Robb over the line trying to calm her nerves.
"Jeyne there is nothing to worry about. As I said there will be someone with you at all time to help you with the press. Other than that; it really will be a party so I hope you enjoy yourself. Any other questions?"—
'Nop, we're good to go' was heard along with a faint 'don't let her turn around' from Jon, clearly referring to Arya's dress so Edric disconnected the phone call.
"Ready for your close up?"—Edric asked when they finally arrived at the venue.
"Not really but what the heck. We're here aren't we?"
"Arya Stark ever the optimist"— He chuckled getting out of the car.
…
Edric wasn't kidding about the press. The moment they got off the car Arya was blinded by flashes and bombarded with questions. At first she posed for pictures alone, in some Edric joined her and then he guided her along the red carpet to meet the press.
'Who are you wearing?' 'Are you single? 'What do you do?' 'Mister Dayne; are you and Miss Stark an item?' was all she could hear. At first Edric was cautious with the press but Arya was a pro. Providing them with short and polite responses yet never giving anything up, she glided over the red carpet with Edric never leaving her side. He was a smart little weasel. Arriving together definitely sent a message. They were going to be associated with each other and inside tongues surely would be waging brushing off any potential suitors.
After a good long ten minutes with the press they finally went inside, the plan was that Eddard and Robert were going to give a quick welcome speech and then everything would roll on. There was a live band playing, a mouthwatering three course menu was to be served and everyone who was anyone in Westeros was present.
Out of nowhere Eddard was shoved into a room by someone, leaving them unsure of what to do since it was near speech time and all of them would be needed on stage. The door opened and Eddard came out looking pissed off. His face was red as he obviously had learned some bad news. He called Edric over and they went inside the room again.
A couple of minutes passed when the door came open again revealing Eddard, Edric and Robert Baratheon. Apparently he was the one who dragged Eddard inside the room and was looking happy, smiling and greeting everyone to the stage.
He was about to grab the microphone when Eddard stopped him with a poignant stare to which Robert just rolled his eyes and grabbed a glass of Champagne from a waiter.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the Annual Stark Industries – Baratheon Corps Get Together…"—Eddard's voice filled the room in seconds through the speakers, followed by applause's.
"We are honored to have you all here with us on this lovely evening to celebrate another year not only as business associates but as old friends and family…"—That was awkward! Considering that Eddard was throwing daggers at Robert while he was blatantly checking out Arya. "…Please feel free and enjoy the evening, make yourselves comfortable and in the name of both the Stark and Baratheon families I thank you all for the wonderful job and toast to everlasting success"—Said Eddard while raising his hand in toast.
"Boys; bottoms up and girls? I'll be on the lookout for your bottoms…"—Said Robert taking the microphone at the last second. Edric quickly signaled the band to play but the damage was done. Although some people were laughing it off; others were appalled at Robert's behavior.
They were quickly ushered down the stairs. Eddard and Edric dragged Robert inside another room and the rest were instructed to mingle with the guests.
Besides Robert's epic toast it was noted that he was alone. Where was his wife Cersei and annoying son Joffrey?. Catelyn seemed to share Arya's thoughts and was scanning the room for anything blond accompanied with a scowl, preferably with a red head by their side.
She was about to call her sister again when something big blocked Arya's way.
"Arya Stark? Jon Umber! Nice to meet you"—Said a enormous guy that was eyeing her up and down. She mumbled a faint 'pleasure to meet you' and tried to keep on walking but he blocked her way again. He obviously was trying to get her attention.
"Our fathers have been business associates for years. How is it that I've only heard about you till now?"—Wow, subtle!
She was about to hit him back with a snappy remark when her phone rang. Sadly it wasn't Sansa nor Gendry; who still hadn't called or texted her back. It was a Google alert for Stark Industries.
Since they had taken millions of pictures for the media Arya deleted the notification without even opening it but couldn't help notice that everybody's cell phones were ringing and people were talking and pointing at Bran. Tall guy, whatever's his name; was till in front of her trying to smooth talk her so she took his phone to see what the fuss was all about. Stark Industries made the news alright…
Millionaire's Son caught in drug raid:
17 year old Brandon Stark; son of CEO Eddard Stark and charity noble woman Catelyn Tully – Stark was arrested earlier last week during a drug raid in Winter town. The boy was detained not only for possession but for selling illegal drugs and it is rumored that his father paid off the police to make the charges go away…
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Arya kept on reading the 'news story' that was being shared by everybody. The article went on and on with fabricated lies about her baby brother who apparently was on his third rehab stint, suffered a severe cocaine dependency and had an open relationship with his girlfriend and her own brother. Yes people, there were photos! Bran randomly hanging out with the Reeds and one with Jojen at the park the day of the arrest.
She ran looking for Bran and as expected he was at the assigned table surrounded by all the family. Poor kid was pale and looked like he was going to faint.
"WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT AND HOW IS IT EVEN OUT THERE?" Arya yelled, she didn't care who listened! Mess with her family and you had a death wish.
"I… I… College, Meera…"- Bran was two seconds away from a seizure.
"Rehab? Runs a meth lab? People actually believe this?"—Catelyn seethed shooting venomous looks to the meddling onlooker's.
"Where the hell is Edric?"—Yelled Eddard. On cue; young Ned appeared talking, texting and emailing on his phone.
"It's a shady tabloid, they are already taking the story down and we're on them to find out who was the source"— Edric said trying to defuse the situation.
"How can you print that? It obvious isn't true! You believe me, don't you?"—Bran was freaking out.
"Of course we do Bran but sadly you don't need to tell the truth to send out a publication. I assure you that tomorrow morning someone will be held accountable for"—assured Edric.
"Spread out you ungrateful lot. Half of your own families are drugged up so go gawk at them"—Yelled Robert defending the Starks in his very original way.
"Mister Baratheon have you heard anything I've told you tonight? Not helping Sir!"—Placated Edric.
"It's just rumors Ned! Come on Cat, let's dance! Boys? Take out your girls to the dance floor. It's Westeros gossip; by the time the song ends they'll be talking about someone else"—
"Thank you Robert but I'll stay with my son for a while"—Declined Catelyn shooting Arya a pleading look to cover for her. I guess this one is for the team…
"Wanna dance Uncle Rob?"
"Does a dog like a bone? Let's go Little Ly!"—
In his defense Robert was right, people were no longer pointing fingers and many actually came over the table and shared their support to the family. That was also 4 songs ago and Arya was still dancing with a very touchy feely Robert Baratheon.
"You know Ly? You don't look twenty at all, you look very much like a grown all-knowing woman with that dress"—
"First of all; my name is Arya! Not Ly, nor Lyanna and you certainly don't get to call me Little Wolf! And second? Hands up! If your name is not Miley Cyrus; dancing does not involve grabbing your partner's ass!"
"You got spunk Little Ly!"—Robert laughed spluttering scotch while he talked. "Have you got a boyfriend? That Dayne kid has been gagging for you all night. He's not man enough for you. I can show them how you tame a wolf!"—Stated Robert clearly into his cup. Arya's hand was on auto slap mode when Eddard interrupted their disturbing exchange.
"Get your hands off of my daughter, get sobered up and go talk to Stannis! The press already knows so go and take care of something for yourself for a change."—Eddard spat. Robert seemed taken aback but he was far too drunk to let it sink in.
"It isn't a party unless Stannis tries to ruin it. Where's my sweet little brother? Not the girly one; the one that likes redheads"—Slurred Robert while losing himself in the crowd.
"I don't know that man anymore"—Ned lamented "I'm sorry I didn't come earlier, I was ambushed by the head of the medical board from the local hospital and forced to hear how it had the best treatment facilities for Bran"—Eddard said dancing to the beat of a new song with his daughter.
"Forget about it Dad, I don't think Robert himself knows who he is anymore… Is everything ok with Bran? What does the press know about now?"
"Robert filed for divorce today. The press is getting violent outside wanting to get his first statement"—
While dancing with Robert, more trying to fend his hands off of her; Arya caught a lot of people looking at them, she assumed it was because Robert was stumbling his drunken ass on the dance floor but she would never have guessed it was because he decided to end the world's most retched marriage. Mazel Tov to Cersei.
"Well, we have to thank him for getting the attention away from Bran. Since Robert's 'better' halves won't be coming do you know where Sansa is?"
"I've been calling her nonstop but haven't been able to reach her. I'm sending the jet tomorrow morning to pick her up at Kings Landing. The press is going to go after Joffrey so I don't want your sister to get caught up in the mix"—
Eddard's phone rang interrupting the father / daughter exchange. It was another google alert. Again; not a good one.
Westeros's New Paris Hilton
Margaery Tyrell; famous fashionista and only daughter of the Tyrell Dynasty is making the headlines yet time because of a rumored sex tape with her most lasting hook up; Jon Snow, a.k.a Jon Stark; the illegitimate hot as sin child of Eddard Stark.
High fees are being offered for the couples rumored caught on tape sex romp but until them we leave you with these red hot pictures of the couple getting down and dirty out in the open.
Guess some men can't keep it inside their pants. BTW; Congrat's Marg, you lucky girl ;)
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.
Nope, Margaery's shriek heard across the whole building said otherwise. What was this? Screw the Starks Day?
Margaery ran to hide inside the bathroom followed by Jon who was prepared to murder anyone who dared to say anything to them. Eddard and Arya went to their table yet again to find the rest of the family huddled up with Edric on damage control.
"How bad is it?" Arya asked since she didn't dare to see the pictures.
"No one will ever have to guess Margaery's bra size and Jon's Johnson is there for all to see"—Rickon said ever so kindly.
"Is this really happening? First Bran and now Jon? Could this get any worse?"—Said Robb clearly not being happy on how the evening was turning out.
Phones started ringing again… Yup, it could get worse!
Shotgun wedding for 3?
Take out the hankies girls!... Not only are we still crying the loss of the gorgeous Robb Stark to married life but it appears that he already has a bun in the oven. Photos obtained by a source show the newlyweds shopping for baby clothes.
Math doesn't lie people! They married a week ago and now they are seen shopping in the maternity ward? Apparently someone didn't wear white to their wedding.
May your first child be a masculine child!
They all looked at Robb dumbfounded; while Jeyne chose the wrong time to faint.
"Hell no!"—Screamed Robb while fanning Jeyne with the help of Catelyn. "Those pics are from three days ago! Sam Tartly; Jon's friend from the academy had a kid; Jeyne knows him so she wanted to send a gift. I swear she's not pregnant!"—
Arya's phone rang yet again. At first she didn't even look at it dreading another damaging news article about her family but she took it out of her purse once she saw no one had gotten another update.
I'm outside. GW*
Thank God Gendry was alive. She was about to text him back when all hell broke loose. Apparently Robert started a fight and a lot of people were more than willing to take a swing at their boss.
High class my ass! The restaurant turned into a classic bar fight in matters of seconds. Normally Arya was the first to throw in a helping hand or punch but she had to think of her family first and her dress didn't give her a lot of comfort for kicking ass.
As always her father went to help Robert not before telling them to get the hell out of there since chaos was all around. Jeyne was still unconscious, Jon and Margaery where still inside the bathroom and Edric was outside trying to prevent the paparazzi from getting inside and taking pictures of Westeros's elite in a brawl.
"Hey Rick, wanna show me some moves from your new boxing class?"
"ARYA!"—Her mother was quick to reprimand her.
"Mom look around, we are not getting out of here without breaking at least one nose. Either is me or Rickon on tomorrow papers throwing a punch, you decide!"
A lady doesn't fight so Catelyn agreed with whatever plan Arya had forming inside her head. She didn't agree with her but Catelyn knew her daughter was quite resourceful in troubled situations.
"Robb; lift Jeyne in your arms and get ready to get out of here. Rickon you have the front. Punch anything that comes your way. Bran you have the back, take care of Mom ok?"
"Arya where are you going?"- Asked a scared Catelyn. Someone threw the punch bowl scattering glass all over the floor.
"I'm going to get Edric so he can get the cars ready out front. I'll be ok, just be ready!"
Arya didn't have a problem reaching to the main door other than the usual creep who took the opportunity to grab her ass in the middle of the fight. It's safe to say that the guy was now unconscious on the floor, but stepping outside was a different kind of war zone. The press had multiplied by millions and the flashes made your eyes hurt. The media pounded on her asking her about her family but she ignored them all.
"Arya what are you doing here?"— Edric was way over his head, pretty soon the fire squad and police where going to have to be called.
"Get the cars out front. Jeyne fainted and we have to get her out of here"
Edric's eyes when wide no doubt thinking what everyone did. Jeyne fainted and now she was going to be paraded unconscious in her husband's arms in front of the press. If that didn't yell 'I'm eating for two' he don't know what did.
Arya went back inside and signaled to Rickon to start paving the way. She didn't know if she should laugh or be concerned at how much fun her baby brother was having while punching anything that was between him and the door.
Finally outside the flashes went wild, Robb actually stumbled but didn't fall or drop Jeyne because he was blinded with the lights. They went inside one of the cars that had ridden them earlier but were cramped since Jeyne's dress was huge so while Robb and Catelyn barely fitted on the back, Rickon had to sit on Bran's lap beside the chauffeur.
The press was getting nasty so Arya signaled the driver to leave since there wasn't any space for her inside the car. She was alone in the middle of the street, surrounded by reporters quite frankly getting harassed when she saw a mop of black hair above the sea of cameras.
"Get the fuck away from her!"—Gendry's voice boomed silencing the reporters.
Gendry walked over to where she was and took Arya's hand in a vice grip, walking back to his truck. The press was at it again shoving cameras up their faces and asking questions. One asked Arya if she was willing to make a sex tape like her brother and his girlfriend since she had a rocking body and that was when Gendry snapped.
He took a swing at the reporter that landed strait in is eye socket; the poor schmuck would be lying on the floor if it wasn't for Gendry who had him standing on tiptoes while grabbing him by his jacket.
"APOLOGIZE TO HER"—Gendry looked feral, if he guy didn't do as he said he was going to kiss his life goodbye.
"Gendry let him go, it really isn't necessary!" She said, tugging at his arms but it was no use since Gendry punched the guy a second time, this time on his stomach.
"I said… apologize!"—By now even the press stopped taking pictures and stood back. Gendry was a scary sight.
She assumed the guy finally apologized since Gendry dropped him like trash on the floor and started walking back to the car dragging her behind. Once inside he stepped on the accelerator and nearly ran over a few photographers. Arya was sure she could see heat coming out his ears.
"Gendry why don't you stop for a minute? You're driving too fast!"
To her surprise he parked the giant truck the first chance he got… to even more her surprise Gendry launched himself at her.
He held her head with both of his hands and kissed her hungrily. This was different from the first kiss they shared, this one seemed more possessive and angry but she loved it just the same.
Gendry was rough; forcing his tongue inside her mouth, kissing the air out of her lungs and biting her bottom lip so hard she was sure it was going to be swollen for days. But just like he started; he finished without warning. He was panting and the anger inside him only seemed to have escalated after kissing her. His eyes were black and she found no excuse to say otherwise when he finally spoke.
"You're spending the night with me!"—
GENDRY POV:
"You're spending the night with me!"
I've had enough. I'm sleeping with Arya Stark even if it's the last thing I do on earth! I don't care if her Dad fires me tomorrow, I don't care if she just came out of a relationship, hell I don't care if I'm the rebound guy. I am 100% sure that she's the one for me! I'll dwell on my caveman ways tomorrow; tonight I am going to make her body sing like never before.
Sometimes thinking too much can be bad for you, that had been the case for Gendry.
Even though he didn't actually sleep, last night was perfect. The physical attraction between Arya and him was undeniable; the incredible phone sex was proof of it but what came next was even better. Just seeing her asleep, lying so peaceful in her bed? Gendry saw his future. He was destined to spend the rest of his life cherishing this young woman, making her happy and never leaving her side… Of course the fairytale he had mapped inside of his head came apart while the day progressed.
First. He had to cancel on breakfast because of a work emergency so he was going to have to hurry up all day if he was going to get a chance of seeing Arya before she left for Braavos.
Second. He had suffered from a severe guilt trip for making his best friends little sister touch herself. He was going to have to talk to the guys as soon as possible if he wanted to be with Arya.
Third came depression. What if I'm just the rebound guy? She ignores me for three years, comes back, plays me like a fiddle and leaves again until God knows when? He felt like shit, he felt worse knowing he had no right to protest. She was single and independent. He wasn't going to ask her to stay. She had school and her job back in Braavos.
Last came anger, pure fury that blinded him…
It started with a mix of frustration the minute he came home and searched his cell phone. Being the romantic idiot that he is Gendry couldn't bear to disconnect the videocall with Arya so he left his cell phone on his bed. When he came back he saw that she had texted him all day long and true to her word she sent him a picture all dolled up for the Get Together looking drop dead gorgeous in a blue dress that after last night he knew was the only thing she had on other than her little black thong.
He felt the need to punch himself over lost time when Bran sent him a picture of the back of Arya's dress while he signaled her perfect ass. It had no back, no wonder she wore no bra, hell if she bended too much you could see to top of her ass! The Nerd sent him the picture and wrote; '#thatawkwardmoment when you know someone is jacking off to your sister'
He felt worried the minute the first nasty report of Bran hit the web but completely lost it the second he saw pictures of her arriving at the event with Edric Dayne. He finally had a shot with Arya, he wasn't going to let it pass; let alone let Edric Dayne to sneak up on him and take her away.
The last straw was that damn paparazzi talking shit about Arya and a sex tape, it really was a blessing in disguise since he got to let out some steam he'd been working up all day or he would have ended up screwing Arya senseless inside his truck, in the middle of nowhere. That is how Gendry found himself racing back to his apartment with Arya by his side.
Finally arriving to his apartment and after an elevator ride filled with sexual tension they were outside his door. Both of them silent, radiating anxiety and eager to reach what seemed to be the next step of their relationship.
Gendry opened the door and let Arya step inside first, getting a class A view of her naked back. He closed the door and leaned against it. She's all mine; He though. Arya turned around and faced him, both sizing each other up like wild animals on the prowl.
"Fuck pleasantries!" In three steps he was in front of Arya and started kissing her again.
This time there where to be no interruptions; it was late, they were alone in his apartment all worked up from the night before so unless one of them (certainly not him) wanted to stop; they were going to end up in bed together.
He was leaving no prisoners. Gendry continued to kiss her till they bumped against the table. Letting his inhibitions go he turned Arya around and leaned her upper body on top on the table exposing her naked back to him.
"Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you look right now?" He whispered in her ear while running his fingers from her neck to her lower back making her shiver and whimper.
"Do you have a clue of how much I want to be inside you right now?" He said gripping Arya's hips which she liked, seeing as she pushed her ass back to his crotch, grinding to him looking to find some kind of friction.
Arya was moaning, growling like a wolf and completely under his control. Taking her by her shoulders he picked her up and pressed her flush against him, snaking one hand on her waist while the other one held her face, he took a full bite of her shoulder. He was rewarded with a deep moan and was completely turned on to see how her pale white skin changed colors by his touch.
"You taste good Arya… I want to eat you all up" he said while leisurely licking her neck.
"Why don't you?"—Arya replied out of breath. He could feel and hear her heart pounding.
"Well, since we already are at the dinner table…" He smirked.
Quickly discarded on the floor was every item that was on the table. Gendry heard glass breaking but he didn't care, nothing was more precious than what was in his arms.
He turned Arya around and lifted her up, laying her flat on the table. Her face was flushed, her eyes were glassy and her mouth was open. Gendry didn't seem capable of staying away from her mouth too long so he scooped down to kiss her again. He was never going to get tired of kissing her.
Breaking the kiss, Gendry stood up strait and never breaking eye contact he started to hike up Arya's dress up. With a firm touch his hands slowly went up her ankles, her knees, thighs, till he was rewarded with the little scrap of fabric that was supposed to be underwear. She smelled amazing.
Towering over her body Gendry leaned in and spoke right in her ear: "UP" was the only word he said. He loved that he was even touching Arya with his voice since it made her tremble but like the good girl she was Arya lifted her body up so Gendry could remove her underwear.
Without further ado Gendry sweep down and like a hungry man he began to lick Arya clean.
"Fuck Baby; you're so wet!"
She tasted like sugar, spice and everything nice! Arya was soft, slick and very quickly Gendry realized this was a wrong idea. He was going to explode inside his pants. Just the visual of her folds gushing with her wetness and his saliva… He needed in. Now!
Forcefully detaching himself away from what he could only describe as his new favorite flavor in the world, Gendry stood up and lifted Arya in his arms. He could see the frown on her face, wondering why he stopped so suddenly.
"I want you in my bed." Pure and simple.
It wasn't like the bedroom was far away but Arya growled and yanked his head down desperately kissing him and taking him by surprise with her force. Putting her arms around his neck she re-positioned herself so she could put her legs around his waist and assaulted his mouth. Lost in lust and still holding her; Gendry slammed her against the wall fighting her kiss for kiss. Pictures where falling off the wall, tongues were sucked and shirts were ripped, before they knew it they were dry humping on the hall.
Kicking his bedroom door open Gendry threw Arya on his bed, by now all logic was gone. Gendry started to take his jeans off since Arya ripped to shreds his jacket and shirt but stumbled and landed on the floor when he saw Arya naked on his bed.
Her dress was on the floor, her shoes discarded somewhere in the house and he had her underwear in his pocket. She was laying in the middle of the bed waiting patiently for him.
"Is the floor more comfortable than the bed?"—She asked in a husky voice.
They stared at each other of a few minutes. Arya licking her lips and shamelessly looking at his abs when Gendry finally stood up. Her eyes went wide when he took his boxers off and Gendry felt proud, I mean what guy wouldn't? He knew he was more than average size.
Slowly Gendry crawled up the bed and completely engulfed Arya with his size but still made the perfect fit. Her eyes shined in the darkness of the room and he thought he had never seen Arya so vulnerable in his life. So open and transparent for him.
"You're perfect" was all he could say. While he peppered gentle kisses all over her face.
"I am far from perfect Gendry…"- She whispered in his ear. He could hear a tone of self-doubt but he wasn't going to have any of that.
"YOU are perfect for ME!" He said all business, all truth.
Although their kisses where not hurried, this time they felt more heavy and sensual. Arya licked his mouth open and he let her explore his mouth while he was doing a bit of discovery of his own when he lowered his hands and found her breasts.
They were plump, firm and fitted perfectly in his hands. Normally he would have taken his time in getting to know them better but his cock hurt. He had Arya naked underneath him and he could feel her warm and ready against him.
He was rewarded with a sweet low moan when he trusted one finger inside her.
"Fuck you're tight Ar…"
She was dripping wet and his mouth watered remembering her taste but he was going to have to stretch her a bit before he entered her. In the past Gendry was accused of causing soreness that lasted for weeks and tonight he wasn't going to hold back.
"Ahhh"- She squealed when he sucked on her breast and bit her nipple. Arya was gripping the bed sheets and started to grind into his hands. She started sweating the moment he inserted a second finger.
"Gendry… I want you inside me!"—She pleaded him.
Gendry turned to the night stand when panic seized him, he realized he didn't have a condom. His last sex encounter was a while ago when he swore off women whose name wasn't Arya Stark. Oh, and his phone started ringing.
"Dammit!" He said frustrated, rummaging through the drawer. "FUCK!"… yes, Arya's hands found his dick.
"What's wrong?"—She purred while kissing his neck.
"I don't have a condom!" The doorbell started to ring.
"Ignore it!"—She said while working his cock with her hand. Gendry wasn't seeing strait. "I'm on the pill"—She assured him.
A flash of jealousy came inside his head. Really Waters? She's playing with your dick and you're wondering who she has slept with? Focus you Idiot!
"Gendry!"— Arya moaned while he picked up the pace with his fingers.
He finally positioned himself in between her legs, giving her one last scorching kiss when… "Gendry?"—
Right name, wrong voice!
"Sansa?"—Arya froze underneath him. Wrong person, horrible timing!
"Gendry are you there? Please open up!"—
What the actual fuck?!...
Arya pushed him off of her, scrambling outside of the room but he yanked her by her arm.
"Let go off me Gendry!"—She spat. "It's passed midnight, my sister; who I haven't heard a word for two weeks is banging on your door. I want to know what the hell is going on!"—
"So do I but don't you think you should put some clothes on?"
"Oh…"—was all she could say. Yes, Arya was in his bed and he was about to fuck her senseless so she was short in the clothes department.
She walked over his closet and put on the first thing she saw.
"I'll get the door. You go and take care of that…"—She said looking at his dick practically glued to his stomach. Unless the Stark Sisters were secretly into threesomes; Gendry was not getting any action tonight.
As Arya walked outside Gendry went inside the bathroom. There was no quick fix to his hard on so he went inside the shower, blasting the cold water on his body. His dick was still a bit jumpy but after putting on his discarded jeans, he went out and to see what was happening.
In his living room he found Arya hugging Sansa who was a crying mess. He went and got her a glass of water and sat in front of them.
A good ten minutes passed till she finally stopped crying.
"Shhh it's ok Sansa. You're safe know. Just tell us what happened"—Cooed Arya.
"Oh Arya…"—Sansa was about to go into another crying fit when Gendry noticed blood on Sansa's shirt. Which by the way; was 7 sizes big.
"Sansa?" He interrupted the private sister moment. Arya gave him a stare but someone had to find out what the hell was happening. Maybe afterward they could solve it and then get back and have sex.
"Sansa there's blood on your clothes. I need to know if you're hurt" He talked to Sansa like she was a scared animal. She looked scared and roughed up. Arya got up and went to get her a second glass of water.
"It's not mine…"—She said in a small voice. At least she was willing to talk to him. Arya urged him to keep on asking.
"Ok… whose blood is it?" Fuck! She finally did it! She snapped and killed Joffrey; Gendry thought. Not sure if he should be calling the police or throwing a party.
"Lady…"-
"LADY?!"—Arya yelled.
"Calm down Woman, you´ll freak her out again!"—He told Arya while grabbing Sansa's hands in his, trying to soothe her into talking. "Sansa… what happened to Lady?" Each Stark child had a wolf as pet; they all considered them an extension of themselves so he hoped for Sansa's sake that nothing happened to hers.
"She was defending me! She died because of me!"- Sansa started crying again so this was going to take a while.
Arya sat beside her while Gendry went to get his phone. No matter how things were between them, he had to call Eddard and tell him about his daughter.
He had missed calls from the whole Stark family Tree. He called Eddard first but went straight to voice mail, the same as Catelyn and Robb. Jon was also a no show. He was going to call Bran when Edric's name flashed on the screen.
"Dayne…"
"Waters… Is Arya with you? She won't pick up her phone!"—
"Yeah, she's staying the night." Get the message Blondie.
"She's not coming to the police station?"—
"What? Why? Why should she go to the police station?"
"Gendry turn your tv on! Better yet; just bring Arya to the police station, the whole family is here."—
"Be there in 15."
He disconnected the call and when strait to the living room and turned on the tv to see a live report.
… the arrest is still fresh but we will stay on site waiting for the official charges.
"What's wrong?"—Arya asked.
"DADDY!"—Sansa screamed.
It was plastered all over the screen, hell; all over the channels: 'Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon arrested on Ponzi scheme.'
It had to be a mistake, Gendry knew there wasn't even a chance of a mistake. Eddard Stark was the most honest man on the planet; he made the Pope look like a drug dealer. And although he hated his guts; Gendry knew deep down that Robert was legit himself. This has something to do directly with Baratheon Corps.
Sansa went on full hysterics. Gendry had to give her a good shake and talk to her sternly. "Sansa I need you to calm down. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's a misunderstanding"
"But I…"—She said sobbing.
"We need to go to the Police Station. Arya will lead you to my room and help you clean up real fast ok?!" She nodded and let Arya take her inside of the bedroom. He tried calling one of the guys again but to no luck.
10 minutes later the girls emerged from his room, Sansa all cleaned up wearing a pair of his sweatpants and a sweater while Arya was back in her party gown.
"You looked better naked on my bed" He muttered in Arya's ear while they got inside the elevator. He was rewarded with a giggle and smiled smugly when she said 'ditto'
The ride to the station was silent. Sansa rode quietly on the back fidgeting with her hands. She jumped when Gendry spoke.
"Sansa, you want me to take you back to the Manor? I'm sure this will all be over quickly" He said reassuring her.
"I don't want to be alone!"—She blurted out.
There was something serious going on with Sansa. Gendry looked over at Arya but she gave him a 'don't push it' look so he just stayed quiet.
"Gendry can you lend me your phone? I need to check my email real quick and my battery died"— Arya asked.
"Sure, what is mine is yours M'lady!" Gendry couldn't help but throw a wicked smile at her which made Arya called him stupid but also blush like a madwoman.
Edric texted them to enter the police station through the back door since the main entrance was filled with reporters but Gendry still wasn't taking any chances.
"Sansa, want me to walk with you to the station?" The poor kid seemed afraid of her own shadow.
"Yes please, thank you Gendry."—Sansa was going to faint with fear but she remained courteous.
They got out of the car and started walking to the police station when Gendry looked back and saw that Arya was still standing still next to his truck. She looked even more scared than Sansa and was pale as a ghost. He quickly ran over her with Sansa behind.
"What's wrong? Are you ok?" He said trying to find out what happened to Arya that shocked her so much.
"Gendry… I…. you!"-
"The Stark Girls are here along with the Bastard!" shouted probably one of the reporters from earlier. Great, now I have a nickname after punching a photog.
They were quickly surrounded by reporters asking then questions. Arya was shielding Sansa from pictures and was leading the way while Gendry watched their backs.
'Sansa were you part of the plan all along?' 'Is it true that you tried to hurt his mother?' 'Arya do you have a date yet?' 'Gendry what is it like to live this new lifestyle?'— Paparazzi shouted question after question, blinding them with the camera flashes.
"What the…"
"C'mon Gendry, let's go!"—Arya yanked him by his arm inside the police station.
New lifestyle? What the hell was that guy talking about? Wait, what date?
Once inside they were greeted with stares and whispers. Gendry felt protective of both girls so he tucked them under his arms and walked to the reception desk where the same rude receptionist of last time was sitting. This time he was greeted with a big smile.
"Good evening to Winterfell's Police Department. I assume you are here for Robert Baratheon? You'll see him in a bit, can I get you anything in the meantime? Coffee? Tea? Water? Perhaps something to eat?"—Did she just throw him a wink?
"No; we are here for Eddard Stark. These are his daughters" He hugged Arya closer hoping the receptionist would take the hint.
"Oh… I'm sorry, the Starks have available a family room. Two doors down the hall."—
"What was that all about?" He said not even bothering to say thank you to the woman.
"I know right? She was obviously trying to get your attention"—Said Sansa.
"He really does look like him…"—Murmured a police officer looking straight at Gendry.
"Let's just hurry up and go see Dad. I'm sure he can explain." Said Arya who was suddenly pissed off.
The family room was full. Catelyn was being consoled by Margaery while being flanked by Rickon. Bran was sitting in the couch with the Reeds while Robb sat by the door with Jeyne. Jon, Theon and Edric were talking in the far end of the room. They all stopped doing what they were doing the minute they came inside and just stared at them.
"Mom I can explain, I swear!"—Sansa was about to start crying when Jon spoke.
"Gendry we didn't know. None of us did. You have to believe us!"—
They weren't looking at Sansa, they weren't looking at Arya… they were all looking at Gendry just like he grew two heads.
"What are you talking about Jon?" Ok, now he was confused.
"You don't know?"—Jon eyed him questioningly.
"I was at my apartment with A.. with the girls. When I spoke to Edric we came as soon as we could. What happened with Eddard?"
"Gendry… I think you should sit down Bro."—Ok, it's time to panic when Theon Greyjoy is trying to settle you down.
"Can someone please just tell me what is happening and why you all are looking at me like I'm the best in show?"
"Gen?"—He looked back and saw Arya looking at him back with caring eyes but with a hint of something else… was it pity? She handed him his cell phone.
Ours is the Fury!
Indeed it is…
It appears that in less than 24hrs there has been quite the shuffle inside the Baratheon Family; with two members gone while a new kid is in town.
In a shocking twist of events, it seems that while playing with other people's money and drinking it away; Robert Baratheon was grooming his illegitimate child; Gendry Waters, right under his protection in Baratheon Corps in order to divorce his wife Cersei Lannister and not give any company shares to his other son Joffrey.
Waters; a young man known to have quite the temper and originally from Flea Bottom, is also reported to be behind the rupture of the relationship of his 'stepbrother' Joffrey and Sansa Stark.
Oh what a tangled web we weave
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
A Jon Snow GoT quote; hurraaaah!
For Visual Aid look up the gowns (I loved each style)
Arya: Hilary Swank. 2005 Oscars. Midnight blue gown by Guy Laroche
Jeyne: Jennifer Lawrence. 2013 Oscars. Dior Couture.
Margaery: Olivia Munn. 2014 Met Gala. Canary yellow dress by Diane von Furstenberg.
Catelyn: Laura Dern. 2012 Golden Globes. Deep green sequined dress by Andrew Gn.
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Title Chapter Song: A Place to Hide by White Lies.
Next week: Gas Panic! by Oasis.