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Thanks to the king’s tournament, it had been a busy week at Tobho Mott’s shop and work had been good. Old Mott was one the few armorers in the Street of Steel who was able to work Valyrian steel and the only armorer in King's Landing who can add tint to the metals in a suit of armor without using paint so knights and lords from all over the country, all here to attend the tourney, have been flowing in and out of the shop either asking for their armors to be mended or to buy a sword, shield, anything they could afford which was almost everything. Of course, there were those who refused to come all the way downtown as well and that’s where his master was for the day - at the Red Keep serving some stuck up son of a bitch while Gendry stayed behind in the shop. He was honored that the old man trusted him enough to leave him in charge but it also meant the workload would be doubled. 

When Gednry heard someone enter he was standing by the anvil, ready with a heavy sledgehammer to lay blows on a shield ordered by some knight from Gulltown. He looked up from his work, laid the sledge down and walked to the counter. “Can I help you?”

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SHIREEN BARATHEON‌:

Baratheon looked at the other in shock the way he spoke to her. But after hearing the explanation of the man’s irritation, Shireen just nodded and gave a sweet smile “Don’t worry. I understand. I’m not a huge crowd fan either.” She admitted to the other, “It’s not just the tournament. There’s a lot of politics behind it, a lot of work to keep the peace going … What’s your name?”

Surprised by the girl’s kind and understanding reply, Gendry nodded, “A lot of work to keep themselves rich,” He couldn’t help but add under his breath, “It’s Gendry,” He then told her. The girl was clearly someone from the court. How high she was on the ladder, Gendry couldn’t tell nor did he care to be honest. “What’s yours?”

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YARA GREYJOY‌:

“           oh wow, a fiesty mouth over here,” yara raised her eyebrow to the man’s words, unsure if she heard everything correctly. sure, she got a big mouth and snaps from time to time, but there’s always a reason for the words and insults, she not an aggressive for no reason, therefore, hearing his words, truly provoked yara. “        excuse you, i’m not the one who’s not looking forward while carrying…” she looked down to his hands and the food he was holdning, “.. fish in a crowded area when i know it fucking smells and also increases the chances to crash in someone,” now, yara was used to the smell of fish, however, the sun was really boiling everyone up today, so the smell just got really intense and for a second, she thought about turning her heels around and walk away, but there was no way in hell she was going to let him get away with being a dick for no damn reason. “         and that’s why you decided to go to the market when all of fucking westeros is out here for the tournament? jeez, smart move,”

Gendry blinked and let out a dry chuckle. “Smells, huh? We’re in a fucking fish market.” Shaking his head, Gendry huffed. He knew it was better to simply apologize and walk away but it was too late to back down now. Though he would never admit it out loud, he couldn’t help but agree with what she said next. He really could’ve picked a better time to come down here. It wasn’t just the market, the entire city was crawling with visitors from all over the world and perhaps the smartest move would’ve been to just stay home. Not only to avoid collisions with stuck up bitches but to avoid bandits and thieves as well. “If we lived our lives according to those damned highborns we would end up in a shit hole even worse than the one we already live in,” He groaned, “Crowded or not, imma come down to my market in my city whenever I fucking please.”

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CLOSED STARTER  ➤ TYENE SAND ○ @volantisand​

Gendry's eyes went straight to the strange woman in the crowd. She was elegant, tall, olive-skinned; her long braided hair scintillated in the sunlight as she maneuvered through the narrow streets of Flea Bottom. Only an idiot would miss how out of place the woman was - she clearly didn’t belong in this shit hole. Gendry slowly walked over to her, and leaning in slightly he said, “This is no place for a woman of your status,” He told her, and then quickly added, “Milady,”

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SHIREEN BARATHEON‌:

When the crow appeared in Dragonstone, Shireen would never have thought that he would have the opportunity to go to the capital. He never made very long trips or almost never left, because his father was immensely afraid of the young woman becoming ill again. But this time he accepted that Shireen could go to the capital. The names now had faces and she looked around, decorating everything in her head. “Wow. I never imagined it was so big.”

"It is the damn capital, what the fuck did you expect?” Gendry groaned but immediately after, he felt terrible. The girl didn’t deserve such crude remarks but Gendry couldn’t help himself. He’d been on edge all week, annoyed by the swarms of people that crowded the city. Still that “I mean, it is quite big, isn’t it?” He looked around awkwardly, then let out a sigh and shook his head, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just that... I hate the crowds. It makes no sense to me why people would come all this way to watch men knock each other off horses.”

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DICKON TARLY:

IT WAS NOT A QUESTION OF IF HE WOULD GO. it was NEVER a question, “ nor would it ever be. ” his father would tell him. not until it was dickon sitting on his father’s throne in horn hill. he had no choice in this matter, “ the festivities were important ”. he understood the politics behind it, although he loathed them entirely. & it seemed that as quickly as that raven brought in the invitation from king’s landing, it was just as quick that dickon and his father were departing on horseback for the many days trip to where they would watch house baratheon and house stark join as one.

once arriving in king’s landing, taking both he and his father’s horse to the stables to rest, dickon couldn’t help but curiously gaze at the streets he had heard so many tales about. he could admit the beauty of the city was undeniable as they first approached the kingdom, but now being inside the walls, he would agree that it was the chatter of the homeless that was more enlightening of the city. he listened closely, interested more in the local observations than the direction of where he was supposed to be heading to find the stables. he walked for sometime, listening to curses of the baratheon name, and the whispers about the affairs that transpired within the castle walls. soon enough, dickon couldn’t remember the last turn he made and which right he was suppose to take. sighing defeatedly, and not being in the mood for pleasantries, the male approached the first person he found that wasn’t laying on the ground in a puddle of wine or vomit and asked in a single word: “ stables ? ”.

It was a busy day at the market as it had been for the past week. Thanks to the damned tournament the already busy narrow streets of Kings Landing were filled with even more people making it impossible for Gendry to go on about his day as usual. High borns were funny like that, arranging celebrations, spending thousands of coins just to knock each other out with swords. Gendry would gladly do it for free if it wouldn’t mean life imprisonment for him but, alas, he was only there to pick up supplies for Master Tobho and the second he got it he would flee this miserable place. Not that Flea Bottom was any better than this but at least it was too filthy for the nobles to set foot in hence not as crowded.

The smell emanating from the shops tingled his nose. The mixture of onion, garlic, dried fish, pepper and spices had made a potent combination. Gendry held his breath for a moment as he walked quickly past the sundry shops. He’d always wondered how the people working inside the shops could stand the smell. Perhaps they were used to it. "Hm?” He only then realized that the man was talking to him and not someone else. The man clearly did not belong here. His clothes and boots were of high quality - higher than anyone here could afford. “You know what?” He turned to the man, “If you’re stupid enough to wander down here from your high fucking castle with no idea how to get back, the least you can do is form a proper sentence.”

[rozrozhollander]

the arya stark effect

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YARA GREYJOY‌:

After weeks at sea, yara and her crew finally arrived to the dock in king’s landing, they had been fighting over the ship placement with others, which had made the young captain’s mood worse than what it normally would be when they finally were docked. Once her feet were on the shoreside, she exhaled a loud sigh while she began to go up from the dock. Yara could sense as her crew got closer to the more crowded areas that they would much rather be at some of the local brothels instead of out in the open, and to be frank, she could also prefer to be there, but someone had to look out for the tournament, maybe one or two of her crew was fit for it. “ – go, just don’t piss on anyway, aye?” yara spoke to her crew, and by the second, the ironborn lady was left alone. Her eyes wandered around the crowd while she walked further up, wondering why the hell she would put herself in the position of being in a crowded area like this when she could’ve had some ale and private company with her. after some time while wandering in her own thoughts and misery, someone bumped into her and made her loose balance for a second. “ – what are you doing?” she turned around, ready to blast fire at the person who bumped into her, “look where you’re going, idiot,” she scolded.

           Gendry almost never found himself in Fish Market for many reasons; for one, he rarely could afford the fish but thanks to the tourney more and more customers had been coming into the old Tobho Mott's shop and he had been kind enough to give Gendry a small gratuity for all the extra work he’d been doing. So there he was, buying fish for the first time in years. Had he been home in Flea Bottom, he never would’ve walked all this way but luckily he’d been in Street of Steel which was close enough to the River Gate. With his food in hand, he made his way through the crowded market, not really watching where he is going, almost racing back home. That was when he ran into the peculiar woman. “What?” Gendry blinked a few times. “Oh, fuck you.” He said bluntly. Normally he would’ve apologized -it was his fault after all- but he was too stubborn to do so to a person insulting him. “You look where you’re going.” Real nice, he thought to himself. Great retort. He quickly shook his head and groaned, “This is exactly why I avoid markets.”

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⚜  GENDRY.  ≻  ❪  joe dempsie. cis-male. he/him.  ❫  the sound of metal hitting metal & calloused hands. is that the bastard from flea bottom ? they haven’t aged a day. i can’t believe they’re only twenty four years old and already so stubborn and proud. it seems they’ve sworn their allegiance to the people. gods have mercy on the blacksmith’s soul.

When he worked, nothing existed for him but metal, bellows, fire. The hammer was like a part of his arm.

– A Clash of Kings, Arya IX.

HEADCANONS:

Gendry doesn’t know about his Baratheon heritage but he does look a lot like his uncle, Renly who looks a lot like his brother Robert. I feel like people -especially does who knew Robert in his youth, like Ned Stark- might get suspicious fairly quickly upon meeting the boy

His mother worked as a tavern wench at an alehouse and she died from an unknown illness when he was still a young boy. He doesn’t remember much about him other than the fact that she had blond hair. So Gendry was alone as a child, having to look after himself after his mother’s death and having grown up with that mentality he is convinced that he doesn’t need anyone else and is quite suspicious and untrusting of the people he meets.

When he was old enough, an unknown lord paid his apprentice fee so he could learn to be a blacksmith. He then took up work as an apprentice blacksmith under Tobho Mott, a master weaponsmith from Qohor, forging high-end armor and weapons for the nobility. 

Growing up having to work for a living, at Mott's smithy, Gendry became disciplined and doesn't have any of his father Robert's negative qualities of self-indulgence in food, drink, and women.

Gendry is from the slums Flea Bottom, the poorest part of Kings Landing. He has spent many long, hungry nights in a cold cottage, not knowing if he’d survive the week while the lords and ladies of the land sat in their extravagant castles with their golds and silvers. So he dislikes highborns quite a bit. He deeply resents the great lords for oppressing the lower classes and tearing Westeros apart with their bloody wars.

[alwaysthequietones]