arya x gendry basically

i can just see them

like they meet in the future

and arya doesn’t recognize him because gendry is all grown up now, like bigger than he was before. all coiled muscle ready to strike at a moment’s notice. and they bicker, and she pulls a knife out, puts it to his throat. and then he realizes who she is. calls her out on in. 

“you’re arya, aren’t you?” 

and then she whispers, “i am no one.” and trys to get away but he stops her, and he hugs her and she lets him because it’s been so long, so fucking long since anybody’s actually truly cared for her. 

and they become friends again, slowly exploring who the other’s become. he teaches her the finer points of iron works, and she blinds him at night, teaches him how to see without his eyes. 

and the one day he’s tripping along, and she’s guiding him with her hands and then it happens. he trips into her, and her back is against the wall and he kisses her, all raw and choked emotion, emotion that’s been bottled up for far too long. 

and then she slaps him and runs away. but he follows her. brings her something new everyday. not flowers, or anything else girly. but stories of battles. and she listens, through her door, until one day she lets him in. 

and she pushes him up against the wall, and kisses him until his knees go weak. 

I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS SHIP I’M GOING TO WRITE SOME FANFIC NOW.