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Travelling from Kings Landing to Winterfell had been a new highlight for the life of Gendry. Living with Master Mott had begun to make his days drag into years and his months into decades. Lord Eddard had given him an offer that he had pushed into the back of his head that day, but when he found the prices  Master Mott had been selling his designs and work for he couldn't bare to stay with him any longer. Day after day there had been ridicule from the man, his work was never fine enough, never strong enough, never beautiful enough. All along it had been his work they wanted, and he did not care one bit that his greed and pride could no longer care for the small amounts he was payed. 

Men of the Night's Watch had given Gendry his freedom, it had taken some talking but he was granted the right to travel in their company as they went back to the wall. Of course they had made him swear that if his story that Lord Eddard Stark of Witerfell allowing him a stay in his home where lies he would  continue to travel with them to the wall. He took no time to think of it and said yes. Nothing was holding him at Kingslanding, and the wall would even be a welcome change. 

They had arrived at the home of the Starks after what seemed like weeks. The cold of the north was intense and harsh, but never once did he regret coming. He was now standing with Lord Stark, who seemed please he had come. They where waiting on his eldest son. Gendry had been surprised that he would be getting taken care of by the heir to Winterfell and not a house servant. It seemed that he wasn't meant to just be the new castle blacksmith. 

Cautious steps broke his thoughts as Robb Stark walked into the castle stables, they where introduced and much to Gendry's dismay quickly left alone after that. 'You know my father,' the boy said to him, a hand was presented to him and all he could make himself do was stupidly nod and shake it. It was only when he was trying to follow Rob's pace toward the dining hall that he remembered and spat out his courtesies, "G-Gendry,  my lord, I am honored to meet you." 

A Bullheaded Stranger || [Gendry & Robb]

As Old Nan drew back the blinds, a sea of light poured into the room. The outside world seemed brighter than usual, especially for dreary Winterfell. Ugh, Robb groaned, turning onto his side. Why did she always insist on waking him up right as the sun rose? Gently, he rose his head from his feathered pillow and rubbed his eyes. Surely his mother and father were waiting for him in the dining hall.

To his dismay, the hall was empty. Clean dishes were spread across the table as if they were begging someone to feast off of them. Robb cocked his head to the side and walked outside to the courtyard. Directly in front of his body stood the clocktower. “That’s odd," the boy found himself saying aloud. The time was an hour earlier than he’d usually rise. Why had Old Nan waken him up so early, especially when nobody was to be found?

"He should be here any moment now." Robb followed the familiar voice of his father into one of the old Stark stables. Peering through a delicate crack in the door, the eldest Stark son discovered his father chuckling and conversing with a strange boy. “Father?" He asked, confused. The pair turned to him and stared as if they had been awaiting his arrival for a while now.

When he finally stepped inside, Robb got a better look at the stranger with his lord father. The boy was tall and muscular with dark hair that meandered its way just slightly past his ears; They appeared to be around the same age. He knew for a fact that he had never met him before - But why did he look so familiar?

"Robb, go break some fast with our guest. He’s had a long journey here." Ned smiled at the stranger and placed a reassuring hand on his upper back before exiting the premise.

"You know my father," Robb stated as if it were fact. By the way Lord Eddard was acting around the boy, it would be quite far fetched if that wasn’t the truth. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Robb embraced his hand with his own and began to lead the way to the dining hall. If this truly was a guest of his fathers, then he’d treat the boy as if he were his own brother.

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"Gendry! My name is Gendry!" he all but yelled it out at her flinching at the strength in his own voice, quickly he fell to his knees and pressed his head to the stable floor, "M'lady please I only came to see my father, to get a glimpse at him, I meant no harm to you or disrespect to your house."

Stupidity was all he felt for himself at that moment. How one earth did he actually think that he would have a chance to present himself to Robert Baratheon. Now he would surely get hung before night even fell.

Don't tell please {Sansa Stark and Gendry Waters}

They’re so ridiculous, Sansa thought as her river colored eyes watched her brothers, the fat and drunken King, and of course, her own father fool about, laughing and having a jolly time. She did not wish to be near them, but if it meant escaping Arya and her mud pies, then the Stark would be more than happy to tag along with the rowdy men and put up with their sense of humor, something of which Sansa did not find even remotely funny. 

Her thoughts began to wander off, dreaming of true princes and knights as her gaze wandered around the vicinity, but her attention was immediately diverted from the daydreams in her mind, to the stable near Jon and Robb, which had emitted a large sound that sounded more human than horse. Frowning, she yelled to Lord Eddard she was going to investigate and furiously stomped towards the stable. Who’s the in the stable? It’s not the pony, that’s for sure. 

When she managed to stop fumbling with the latch, the door swung open, and Sansa’s assumptions were clearly correct. It was a person indeed, a boy with hair the color of Robert Baratheon’s. He might’ve been extremely handsome as well, if it weren’t for the dirt and grime that covered him, the pony now sniffing his dark hair, and the frightened look that had taken over his face.

"Who are you?" Sansa asked him, her eyes wide. Who sneaks into Winterfell and hides in a pony stable? He must be desperate to do something here… "Tell me fast, or I’ll get my lord father and the king himself, and you’ll be in trouble for sneaking in!" Her tone was bossy, and shock was mingled in there as well.

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The sun had started to set around them and maybe it was the soon approaching darkness that caused his high of power and excitement for a new life to begin to fade. A pit in his stomach grew tighter and he recognized fear. "I'm scared I suppose," his eyes stayed on the sea, he didn't want her to see how truly terrifies his eyes where. His sweet mother had told him since he could remember it was impossible for him to hide his emotions, he wore them on his face clear as day. 

"Having a new god, serving a new king, a new purpose, everything sounds great. This could actually be that moment I prayed would come someday." Gendry turned to look at her with a half smile on his face, "It's only fair I get to be a little scared." 

Red hit his eyes, the sun was setting behind making her hair turn into fire. She was truly something different he told himself. Beautiful and red but dangerous as well, he couldn't help but feel it. The amount of time that passed with him just taking her in he couldn't recall, eventually he spoke again, "Lady Melisandre, how did you become the red priestess?

You will make kings rise and fall || Gendry & Melisandre

He had asked when they would get to their destination, but the priestess did not know for certain. We will get there when R’hllor wants us to get there, she thought. “We will get there as soon as possible,” she said instead. It was a vague answer. “It depends on the wind,” she added. It doesn’t depend on me.

The priestess spent some minutes looking at the boy. Melisandre watched as a grin lit up his face, and she wondered what he was thinking. Does he truly believe everything I’ve told him? He was just a boy after all. A young boy, and apparently a naïve one. He should have known better than to trust in the promises of a stranger. He had chosen to trust her, and it would cost him his life. But it would be worth it.  This sacrifice is something that must be done, she thought. 

Years before becoming a priestess, when she had been just a girl, she would not have been able to do any of this. She wouldn’t have been able to give an innocent’s life in sacrifice to her god, at least not without feeling some kind of shame, thinking that what she was doing wasn’t right… But she had learned better. She had learned that sacrifices had to be made in order to achieve great goals. She had learned than one life meant little compared to the welfare of thousands of people. One sacrifice, one death was a low price for the blessings R’hllor would grant her in exchange. Now she was no longer a girl. Melisandre of Asshai was able to do anything her god wanted her to without hesitation. 

 The Lord of Light had chosen Stannis Baratheon as his instrument to fight the greatest of the battles. Stannis was Azor Ahai reborn, the one meant to defeat R’hllor’s enemy, and to do that, he had to acquire a greater power – something that only R’hllor could grant him. Something he will obtain when this sacrifice is done. The power that he’d need in order to protect the world.  Gendry’s blood would be used to fulfill R’hllors will. Dying so the rest can live… Dying for such an important cause has to be the purest way to die, Melisandre thought. Then, Azor Ahai will rise against the Great Other. He’ll keep the darkness at bay. He will save us all.

Different people were meant to serve R’hllor in different ways. Some of them had a special blood, like Gendry, and they were meant to be used. Some others, like herself, were blessed with sacred, special powers to work for the Lord of Light. Both kinds of people were important to fullfil the plans R’hllor had traced.

She had been thinking silently for some time, and she didn’t know what else to tell the boy. Earlier, she had done most of the talking, and now she wanted to listen. “How do you feel about all of this, Gendry? Be honest. Tell me what you think of this new life you’re about to start." 

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When they had arrived at the inn the first time, everyone had made sure to tell Gendry that there was a smithy along the far side of the property. He had smiled at their eagerness at first, feeling proud that everyone in the brotherhood seemed to acknowledge his trade. However the comments had persisted throughout the day and as the darkness of the night came men dropped off swords one by one at his feet, some with a smile and a, 'Thank you Gendry,' and others with not so much as a glance.

Before first light he had waken and collected his work  into a wheelbarrow and made off for the smithy. Most of the morning had been spent clearing out trash and then separating the different metals that had been laying about. He had broken for fast alone with only the company of a hot melting pot on which he would constantly check. The day went on and he soon had a system with which he could move around the clean shop, various projects in the work at once.

 Gendry had always loved his trade, even on that very first day that he had arrived with Master Mott the excitement had been there under the fear and nerves in his stomach. He brought his hammer down on the metal with ease and furrowed his brow at the twisted sword, how one of the brothers had managed to dent it in such a way was a mystery to him. Steps came into his ears in between the slams of metal. One eye left the sword under him for only a second to see Arya pull herself on top of a empty work table. A smile graced his lips as he returned to his work, he had been wondering where she was. It wasn't like Arya to not come bug him throughout the day but today she had taken her time. 

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                                                         Or maybe Lord Beric would find her. Anguy could teach her                 how to use a bow, and she could ride with Gendry                 —— and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn.

The string felt tight in her hand, and she could feel the tender vibrations as she pulled it just a tiny bit further back. Another second or two and she’d release.

“You’re not straightening your back enough,” a gruff voice said stubbornly in her ear and in the next moment she felt Anguy’s hand snaking around her hips to push against her stomach. If she applied logic to the situation, Arya would likely have realised it was nothing more than an attempt to show her the correct way to stand, but logic had little to do with the moment and she was sick and tired of all the Brothers leering over her like she was some kind of prized mare. It was as if they’d never seen a girl before.

Never one to back down and submit to someone else’s desires, Arya loosened her bow and turned slowly to look the archer in the eye. There was one brief second, one shining moment, in which she simple glanced at him with a soft expression upon her face but then the expression turned hard and with all her might she shoved against Anguy’s chest. The result proved effective in getting rid of the pest, he stumbled and fell against the ground. The look on Anguy’s face was one of absolutely shock horror but the rest of the men who had gathered to watch her shoot all chortled with laughter. Not that Arya cared; she was not there to serve as entertainment for a group of drunkards. She threw the bow down on the ground, no more than a few inches from where Anguy was still recovering from the disastrous fall, and then stormed off in the direction of the Inn they had been staying at.

It had been almost five years since the events at the Twins, since the death of her mother and brother and imprisonment of near all the most important of her brother’s bannermen. Once, she had been with the brotherhood simply to serve as a way of gaining money from a ransom but now all her family was dead and she had nowhere else to go. Arya had disliked the idea of staying on with the Brotherhood without Banners in the beginning, for they were all disgusting, leering, condescending men who treated her like some fair maiden who was incapable of wielding a sword. But there had been one upside to the arrangement, Gendry, and in the years that followed the death of Arya’s family she had grown to adore Gendry as her closest friend. He made staying with the likes of Anguy, Tom and Thoros bearable.

The Inn at the Crossroads had a smithy. It had been abandoned after the war but the shine of red and orange through shaftless windows told Arya that someone had brought it back to life again. No one but Gendry would go to that effort. She had been headed for the inn but made the snap decision to deter into the forge and find out how her best friend was getting on. It was warm inside, smoke pillared from the forge but Arya could see him standing around it, beating at a sword with his hammer. She got to see him work so rarely, though it was something she always found so calming, and in that moment she could not interrupt his work but instead slid herself atop one of the emptier worktops and began surveying her surroundings. She wondered what he was working on, but would not ask the question; at one-and-six she had learned it best not to interrupt Gendry when he was with the steel. In those moments, the only thing that existed was the bellows, the fires and the thud of a hammer against metal.

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Gendry had never been one for gods. None had never answered his prayers and he had given up hope, "Of course," not he thought to himself. He looked out into the sea again at the oncoming shore, "How much longer until we get there?" the question came out in a hushed tone. A uncle and a cousin, the smile tugging on his face broke free into a grin. It was starting to feel like a dream, so many great things seemed to be happening to him and he couldn't believe that they where true. 

He would have honor soon, a place where he would be useful, a family, and at the end of it all some worth behind his name. 

You will make kings rise and fall || Gendry & Melisandre

The priestess felt his hand in her arm. “Then you shall be rewarded,” she said, though she knew the only reward the boy would receive for his blood would be the purest death. The boy sounded hopeful, and Melisandre smiled at him softly. She couldn’t let that hope dissipate, not now that he seemed so convinced of cooperating with Stannis’ cause. “Stannis rewards all those who serve him right, no matter how humble or small they are. One of his main advisors started as a smuggler, and he is now a knight” she said, knowing that Davos was now imprisoned in a dungeon after what he had attempted to do to her. She wished the Onion Knight no evil, though. He was a simple man who had lost too many things in life, and even though he couldn’t comprehend the importance of the one true god, he had always served Stannis well enough. The priestess believed Stannis would end up releasing Davos from his prison soon. He needs his Onion Knight just as he needs me, Melisandre thought.

“You will soon meet your family,” she told the boy. “As I said, your uncle Stannis will appreciate your efforts. And your cousin Shireen will be pleased to meet you. She is a lonely child, but also very sweet.” And your aunt Selyse will be the first one to agree to burn you, she thought. Selyse had been the first person to embrace the faith of R’hllor when Melisandre first arrived to Dragonstone. The Queen worshipped him fervently, and she surely wouldn’t hesitate to offer him a sacrifice. Even if Stannis refused to do the sacrifice, Selyse and Melisandre would convince him to change his mind.

She looked into Gendry’s eyes again. “Do you pray to any god?” She knew the Brotherhood without Banners worshipped the Lord of Light, but she didn’t think this boy did the same. Small men like him were usually unbelievers. “In Dragonstone, we expect you to embrace R’hllor as your savior.”

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Gendry fell deeper onto his knees and bowed his head to her, "I will always be grateful my queen, thank you for allowing me this chance." He had his life for now, but only until she decided he wasn't worth her amusement any longer. The goal was to make her see he was worth it all. He had to prove to himself and to her he was worth being her smith. Throwing him in with the servant girls wouldn't hurt his pride. 

Ridicule had not been far from him his entire life. Cersei wasn't going to throw him anything that he wasn't prepared for. Gendry was going to get through this. He would come out of this with his life and a title. 

[Baratheon's Baseborn] || {Gendry & Cersei}

A smith. What would a queen do with a bastard smith? Her fingers twitched, the itch to slap him thrumming through her once more. He was nothing to her, nothing but a liability. She should kill him, should tear his throat out and leave him to bleed alone in her chambers. Instead she took in a breath, deep and easy. It would do no good to spread bastard’s blood on her floors. It would do no good to kill him. Cersei would debase him, would make him plead for death. 

“What would I do with a bastard smith?” She taunted haughtily, arrogance saturating her tone. “Ask him to make me crude jewelry?” A cruel laugh bubbled from behind painted lips. Golden curls tumbled as she shook her head, a sigh falling from her. “Fine. You will be a smith, but do not think I won’t put you with serving girls.” It was a threat, said sharply before she glared down at him. She’d make him wish his mother had never spread her legs.

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Don't tell please {Sansa Stark and Gendry Waters}

Winterfell, stories upon stories he had heard as a child of what a horrid place it was. The wolves lived in a cold icy cave, like savages almost, he would hear from Master Mott and others. Yet still he had to see if for himself, especially since his father had come to visit this land. Gendry had learned from his mother when he was a very young boy that his father was Robert Baratheon, when he asked his mother why they couldn't live with him instead she had laughed and patted his head. Years later he understood what it meant to be a bastard, he had no claim to his fathers name and certainly no place in his house. 

Laughter touched his ears and he quickly knelt down behind the stable he was peeking from, his eyes following his fathers guards. Behind him came Ned Stark, Lord of Winterfell and the King himself. A few paces behind came Ned's son's Robert and John.

John was the reason Gendry was here. He had heard it be told that Ned Stark a lord, had taken in one of his bastards and had given him a place in his home. The story had given him hope that if perhaps his father could see him he would want to give him a place in his home. Gendry wasn't a man quite yet but he was already practicing a trade and he was tall and strong for his age too. Perhaps his father could make him part of the kings guard or even let him be a castle smith. 

"I hate you Arya!" Gendry fell back on his heels so fast his butt slammed onto the hard dirt, the sound of a girls yell and furious steps where coming toward him, and fast. Gendry looked around the small stable he was sharing with a pony. "Please don't come in here, please don't come in here," he whispered. 

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He had been a nobody for so long, over the past year that had slowly been changing. It had started with Lord Stark seeking him out, and now suddenly this red priestess. He was the son of a King she had told him, so what if he was a bastard, he was a king's bastard! Melisandre said he would make kings fall, could it be possible he would become king someday. 

Gendry looked away from Melisandre as she told him of Stannis, of course Stannis would be king. Looking out into the Blackwater sea Gendry reminded himself to stay grounded, he was to serve Stannis and help him take the throne, and for that he would be rewarded. Perhaps he would be given a lordship, a small graced his lips at the thought, 'I could marry her....'. Arya wouldn't be unreachable if he had a lordship.

"I will do whatever is necessary to help Lord Stannis," he put a hand on her forearm, looking into her eyes. He had never been so bold with anyone, perhaps he was already letting his head go into the clouds, "Whatever necessary," he repeated, "I promise." 

You will make kings rise and fall || Gendry & Melisandre

The remnants of the Battle of Blackwater Bay could still be seen as the ship sailed through the waters.  Melisandre stared at the pieces of destroyed ships that still remained in the water near King’s Landing. Wildfire had destroyed Stannis’ forces, though the priestess knew the result would have been different if she had been there. She had tried to tell Stannis but the King had paid no mind to her warnings. He must regret it now, she thought. Her King had been defeated, but the priestess knew not all hope was lost. The blood magic was still an option, and Melisandre had seen the boy in her flames, a boy whose blood was meant to be given to R’hllor. She knew there was a sacrifice that had to be made.

When she had found him in the Riverlands, the bastard boy knew nothing about his blood. She had given the Brotherhood some gold in exchange for Gendry; she knew they needed it as much as she needed to sacrifice him. “You will make kings rise and fall”, she had told him when she took him away from the Brotherhood, and it was true. If Stannis allowed her to burn the boy, they would be able to wake the dragons out of stone, and the King would have more power than ever before. Stannis would be powerful enough to stand against the Great Other, to save thousands of people from the Long Night.

All his life, Gendry had thought he was just another lowborn boy in the world, but as the ship sailed across the Blackwater, Melisandre told him about his father. Robert Baratheon had fathered many bastards, that was no secret, and this boy was one of them. She told him the blood that ran through his veins was not ordinary blood. “There is power in a King’s blood,” she said as they gazed upon the Red Keep in the distance.

“We need you in Dragonstone.” The priestess looked into his eyes and laid a hand over his shoulder. “You’ll serve the rightful King, and the one true god.” And it will cost you your life, Melisandre thought. But you don’t need to know that. She hoped a few promises and soft words would be enough to make him trust her.

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His blood boiled inside of him, a woman servant. He was a smith and a great one at that, he had heard it been told by many. To accept a job as a woman servant from her, how would he possibly rise up to a knight from that. "Your grace, I would be honored to to serve you in anyway."

Gendry could see the satisfaction in her face, he would not allow her to humiliate him, "Although I do have a trade your grace," he would only be a servant to her unless he absolutely had to, "I have learned the smith's trade my Queen." He knew it was a long shot, why would a queen need a smith, but if Gendry knew anything it was that highborns could spend gold upon gold for protection and armor. Perhaps she could use something as well. 

[Baratheon's Baseborn] || {Gendry & Cersei}

How was she to test the bastard? Did she send him after a traitor? Did she trust him with a message? Cersei’s lips were thin in a frown as she watched him, eyes hard and unforgiving. She didn’t push him away like she thought she might. No, she kept him at her feet. Fingers glided across the mark on his cheek, eyes half-lidded and lips pursed. She had struck him in front of the court, had dragged him to her room in a rage. Now he asked for commands, for honor and trust. The lioness wasn’t sure she could give a baseborn those things.

“You belong on your knees, bastard. You deserve nothing else.” Cersei caressed before delivering another swat. She stepped away from him, skirts dragging across gray stone. “Would you be my personal servant? Would you serve me among slave women?”