I Sometimes Rewrite Passages From The Asoiaf Books Into My Fics. Weird, But I Like It. Feels Like Paying

I sometimes rewrite passages from the asoiaf books into my fics. Weird, but I like it. Feels like paying homage. This is one passage I adore in A Clash of King:

Arya scuffed at the ground with her foot, but she let the Bull lead her around to the front of the inn. Rorge's laughter and Biter's hissing followed them. "Want to fight?" she asked the Bull. She wanted to hit something.

He blinked at her, startled. Strands of thick black hair, still wet from the bathhouse, fell across his deep blue eyes. "I'd hurt you."

"You would not."

"You don't know how strong I am."

"You don't know how quick I am."

"You're asking for it, Arry." He drew Praed's longsword. "This is cheap steel, but it's a real sword."

Arya unsheathed Needle. "This is good steel, so it's realer than yours."

The Bull shook his head. "Promise not to cry if I cut you?"

"I'll promise if you will." She turned sideways, into her water dancer's stance, but the Bull did not move. He was looking at something behind her. "What's wrong?"

"Gold cloaks." His face closed up tight.

It couldn't be, Arya thought, but when she glanced back, they were riding up the kingsroad, six in the black ringmail and golden cloaks of the City Watch. One was an officer; he wore a black enamel breastplate ornamented with four golden disks. They drew up in front of the inn. 

Soo I rewrote it in a different context. It’s Gendry’s POV. Check it out:

She was dipping her hand in the water, as if to test the temperature. Gendry stood where he was, waiting for the answer she'd have for him. The sound of the water rippling filled the room for a long moment.

"You want to fuck?" he heard her ask.

He blinked at her, startled. She was the one waiting for an answer now, leaning against the tub.

"I'd dishonor you," was what came out of his mouth.

"You would not."

"You don't know what you're talking."

"You don't know what I know or not."

"You are crazy, m'lady." Somehow she was close enough to grab. "You can't say that to a man."

Arya lifted her chin and her eyes darted to his. "I just said it to you." She was still leaning against the tub, had he crossed to room to be so near her? Gendry shook his head and took a step back.

"You're asking for it, Arya."

She widened wicked eyes at that. "I am."

That is not what I meant. "Promise you won't be talking shit like that again!" His voice sounded hoarser than it should.

"I'll promise if you fuck me."

She smiled with lips and eyes to crumble his resolve. He made to grab her by the waist, but Arya suddenly put her hands on his chest and stopped him. Her brows were furrowed. "What's wrong?" He croaked.

"Steps approaching." Her face was stone.

It couldn't be, he'd heard nothing, but when he glanced back over his shoulder the door was screeching open and Jeyne’s stern face appeared behind it.

By the way every time I do that I make note of it so readers know where I am borrowing/stealing from. This is an excerpt from the second chapter in About Oaths and Wolves. It’s on ao3! 

here:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25614373/chapters/62173423 

What I love most about this passage is the full stop before "my lord". The exchange between Roose Bolton and Arya is so well captured in these drawings!

“Are you fond of animals?”

“Some kinds. My lord.”

A thin smile twitched across his lips. “But not lions, it would seem. Nor manticores.”

Arya IX, A Clash of Kings

Dunk looked from one lady to the other. "You are the Red Widow?" he heard himself blurt out. "But you're too—"

"Young?" The girl tossed her longbow to the lanky lad he'd seen her shooting with. "I am five-and-twenty, as it happens. Or was it small you meant to say?"

"—pretty. It was pretty ." Dunk did not know where that came from, but he was glad it came. He liked her nose, and the strawberry-blond color of her hair, and the small but well-shaped breasts beneath her leather jerkin. "I thought that you'd be . . . I mean . . . they said you were four times a widow, so . . ."

This is a except from the novella The Sworn Sword, by GRRM. The dynamics between Rohanne Webber and Dunk remind me of Arya Stark and Gendry, so I created this reunion fic head-canon: Arya commands the brotherhood without banners now, under the alias Wolf. Gendry was isolated at the inn at the crossroads and has no ideia she's made it back to Westeros. They meet, the following scene ensues.

He looked from her eyes to the blade in her hand and to her eyes again. “You are the Wolf?” he heard himself blurt out “But you’re –”

“Young?” Arya said it with the hint of a chuckle, as she handed the dagger hilt first to the pretty young lord Edric Dayne who was still by her side. “I’m four-and-ten, as it happens. A woman grown, of an age with Robb Stark when he was King in the North. Or was it female you meant to say?”

Was she mocking him now? Words escaped him for a moment.

“–alive. It was alive.” Gendry did not know where that came from, but he was glad it came. The last to command the brotherhood had been less than that. “I thought that you’d be… I mean… we thought you died at the hands of the Hound. Then we thought you murdered at your uncle’s wedding. Last we thought you gone at the raid on Saltpans. They said you were three times as dead, so…”

Innit true?

grrm honestly stopped at every classic young love™ station with arya and gendry

boy defends girl from bullies in their very first interaction - like a knight in shining armor tbh

girl tells her secret to boy

girl pushes boy and he loves it 

“only [boy] was different”

girl checks out boys muscles (+ sees him naked)

boy sees girl in a dress for the first time - laughs - but then basically tells her she looks pretty 5 mins later and they play fight

boy defends girl’s honor from a creep

boy gets jealous because another (richer) boy takes the girls attention

boy breaks up with girl because she’s too good for him 

girl disappears from boys life 

upcoming: girl and boy are reunited after a long separation. they’re older and wiser. they understand themselves and each other better 

boy and girl fall in love 

Is this for real? I'm not really a dog person but I want one. You know, for son, maybe. Just for him. I wouldn't me immensely proud of owning a direwolf. Not at all.

In Latin America they... WHERE, again?

“In Europe they–”

WHERE in Europe??!? WHERE??? You mean Iceland?? Azerbaijan? The Netherlands? Liechtenstein???? THERE ARE 50 COUNTRIES IN EUROPE. ALL WITH DIFFERENT CULTURES. SO PRAY TELL ME, WHERE IN FUCKING EUROPE.