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anxious-acushla · 5 years

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If King’s Landing was Washington, DC...

After the tragic deaths of her parents, Arya leaves her private school in the North to stay with Jon in King's Landing. Under the impression that she needs to be closer to family during this difficult time, Arya begins to investigate the mysterious circumstances surrounding the loss of her mother and father and finds, as she suspected, that everything is not as it seems. Seeking revenge she concocts a plot to expose the deep-seated corruption in the Baratheon presidency. Things only get more complicated when Jon's new roommate (and old friend) offers to help; Gendry Waters may not believe in Arya Stark's plan but he has some secrets of his own that just may be what Arya needs to take down the President.

#gendrya #arya x gendry #arya stark x gendry waters #game of thrones #GOT #gendrya fanfiction #arya stark #gendry waters #I'm not even sorry #ALSO tumblr made me resize my header and I'm pretty darn upset about it so excuse the TRASH header IT'S NOT MY FAULT

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kayyd · 4 years

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Jonsa WIP Wednesday

The header is not mine but provided by the beautiful @jonsa-creatives! Thank you so much!

So this is a wip for a musician AU inspired by all of those beautiful Jonsa musicians AU (especially those by @asongofsnow). In this, Jon is in a band with Robb, Theon and Gendry and Sansa is a photographer. It is supposed to be some kind of one shot but it is on stand-by until I finish my current wip.

Happy Wip Wednesday!

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The distant rhythm of a heavy drum pulsates inside the room despite the highest quality sound proofing incorporated within the walls. Jon, laying on his back on his back, takes a puff from a cigarette. The ache in his head and across the bridge of his nose has been getting more precise, the dulling effect of the pain pills nearing its end, no doubt. He lifts his phone from where it rested on its chest. Cursing at the clumsiness of it, he unlocks the phone with his left hand. His right is resting next to his head instead of underneath, no weight allowed on its splint if he wants to gain back his whole mobility at the end of the week. Your own fault, Snow. Should learn to reign in your hotheadedness. Can’t really regret it, though. The way the man sneered at Sansa, it’s still making his blood boil. Sansa. His brow furrows and his right hand tries to twitch despite its contraption. It doesn’t of course, but the tension of it hurts nonetheless.

“Here, it’s time for the narcotics.” says the too disinterested voice of Sansa Stark.

Her elegant hand invades his visual range, managing both a glass of water between thumb and forefinger and two little pills curled by the rest of her fingers against her palm. He takes the medicine and sits up. Gulps the prescribed opioids and drowns the bitter after taste with the glass of water. Movement on his side, Sansa settling on the couch. He shoots her a befuddled look as she opens her laptop and starts looking at the pictures she shot. She doesn’t spare him a look, instead pianoing on her keyboard as she edits. Her profile is that of sharp cliffs that exhilarate men with the urge of flying or maybe drowning in deep sapphire depths. How perfectly convenient that her eyes are that unforgettable shade of blue, he chuckles to himself. He finishes his water, not really knowing what to do now that she’s sat on the couch with him. He feels a bit miffed to be honest. Although, whether because of her invasion or her dismissal of him, he cannot quite tell.

“Thanks for the pills and the water.” he says, wiggling the glass a bit in his hand before noisily setting it down on the coffee table. “You didn’t need to.”

He’s painfully aware that he is trying to get her attention. Not the first man, not the last man neither. Guess we’re all a little pathetic when it comes to her. Of course, he conveniently forgets the fact that, no, not all men were like this when it comes to Sansa Stark. Greyjoy treats her like a favourite little sister. Gendry is his happy-go-lucky self and comes to her for advice on important stuff. Other friends such as Sam, Tormund, even Satin, don’t bat an eye at her. No, just him and his constant awkwardness and feeling of inadequacy.

“No worries. Wouldn’t have wanted you all grumpy because you missed the time or tried to man it up or something.” she teased back, a little smile on her lips.

“You make it sound like I need a nurse.” he hides his exasperation by pulling on his cigarette.

“Don’t you?”

And here it is. Her eyes flash at him like big blue spotlights that make him forget his words. One of her elegant brow lifts as her shoulder playfully nudges him. He snorts, feeling a bit of a blush on his cheeks. He tries to squash the erotic images she entices in his mind of her in a retro nurse outfit, asking him where she can kiss it better. Robb’s little sister. You know her since you were both small. Like other addicts have their own mementos, he has a little litany whenever the temptation comes licking at his boots. You took baths together. Shit, that last one doesn’t help. But she’s still looking at him and he feels his cheeks getting warm. So engrossed in his embarrassment and a bit lost in her gaze, he can’t help himself:

“Are you offering?” it comes out husky and playful, much smoother than he’s ever been.

Her eyes glitter dangerously. A bit of lightning that he foolishly wants to chase. Then, she laughs. A big happy laugh that makes him both proud and a bit disappointed. She nudges his shoulder again and he gets a sniff of her scent. Something like glossy paper and glazed lemon cakes. Tart and elegant like her, with that hidden sweetness that she hides to the world.

#work in progress wednesday #jonsa #jons x sansa #jon snow x sansa stark #modern AU #musician AU #jonsa fanfic

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