Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Soulmate - Part 1 - Gendry x Reader

This is my first Gendry imagine. So I hope that you all enjoy. 🔨

Soulmates. Why did everyone always have to go on about soulmates? (Y/n) was sick of hearing about them. Everywhere she seemed to go, someone was always talking about soulmates. About whom they could be. Where they could be. When and how you would find them. About how wonderful your life would be when you met the one that the gods had made for you, and only you.

(Y/n) had been told that it was the most amazing thing in the world. That to meet your one and only, would change everything for the better. That the days would seem brighter. The sun would feel warmer. That the flowers would smell sweeter. Yet call her an old cynic, but (Y/n) couldn't help but think that it was a complete load of rubbish. That somehow it was a trick designed by the gods to make us not question the terrible lives that most people had to lead. To stop the small folk from questioning authority by promising them someone that could somehow make their lowly position in life, seem better.

She had to admit that her mother and father had always seemed happy. Despite all their struggles, they had always had each other to look to. And when she was younger, she had always wished to find the same love. The same hope. But as she had grown, (Y/n) had realised that unlike everyone else, she couldn't sense anything. Couldn't feel anything. You were supposed to be able to experience your soulmates emotions. Pleasure, pain, fear, joy. All of it. And they in turn felt you. But (Y/n) had never sensed anything. Never felt anything but her own emotions. Her own thoughts and feelings. So now, after so many years of travelling the world alone. She had given up all notions of having a soulmate. Of finding a soulmate. And that had given her a freedom that most others didn't have. A freedom to know that this was as good as it was going to get.

(Y/n) looked up at the great walls and buildings of Kings Landing. Rain beginning to fall as she made her way through the densely packed dark streets. The wheels of her little cart clattering as they hit each bump and hole in the road. Her old mule protesting as the rain suddenly got heavier.

She had spent years wandering the length and breadth of not only Westeros, but also Essos. Making her way in the world by selling her skills. A travelling blacksmith that would follow armies. Sharpening weapons and beating out dents from armour. A maker of swords for the elite lords, and fine daggers for their ladies. In short. A true craftswoman. A craftswoman that was much called for in many circles.

(Y/n) knew that Kings Landing had no need for another blacksmith. The Street of Steel was full of people that could do what she did. But she had come to see an old friend of her family. A man that had once been her grandfather's apprentice. A man that had left Qohor and had travelled to the great city. The only other person in these parts that knew how to reforge Valyrian Steel. She had come to find Tobho Mott.

"Hey! Mott. I'm looking for Tobho Mott. Do you know which shop is his?" (Y/n) called out as she finally made her way to the Street of Steel. Two men staggering out from one of the many alleys.

"Aye. Down tha end there. Ya can't miss it. He's probably got that apprentice of his still working." The man replied with a slur. (Y/n) nodding in thanks as she steered her mule down the dark street. Her ears picking up the recognizable sound of a hammer hitting red hot metal.

Climbing down from her little seat on her cart. (Y/n) wrapped her cloak around her. Trying to shield herself from the seemingly incessant rain. The warmth from the fires in the shop, and the familiar scent bringing a smile to her face. It was like being home. And she couldn't wait to see an old face.

"We aren't open. You'll have ta come back tomorrow." A voice called out as she entered the shop. (Y/n) seeing the sparks as metal was beaten into shape.

"I'm not here for business. I'm looking for Tobho Mott." (Y/n) replied. A smut stained, sweaty, handsome young man suddenly appearing as if some nowhere. Her eyes growing wide as she took in his pleasing features.

"What do ya want with Tobho?" The man asked. Wiping the sweat from his brow with a dirty rag.

"I'm an old friend that's come all the way from Qohor to see him." (Y/n) replied. Slowly pulling down her cowl to reveal what lay beneath.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) is that really you?" A familiar voice called out. (Y/n) turning to see the man that she had come looking for.

"Tobho!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she rushed into the old man's arms. The two embracing for that first time since he had left Qohor.

"What are you doing here, child? You're a long way from home." Tobho chuckled as he looked (Y/n) up and down.

"I haven't been home in a very long time, Tobho. There are already too many smiths in Qohor. So, when my father passed, I decided that it would be better to travel. Me and the grumpy old mule outside have been following any army we can find. You smiths in your fancy shops don't like going out in the cold and damp. Working in the mud and the blood. But I don't mind. And the money is always good. I've also been working at tourneys for knights and lords. You'll be surprised how many of them can't keep their swords sharp or armour undented." (Y/n) chuckled, as she looked at the fine clothes of the old man. It obvious that his skills had been serving him well since he had left the Free Cities.

"Just you and a mule? You're telling me that your family let you travel all by yourself? What does your soulmate think about all this? Where is he?" Tobho asked. (Y/n) groaning as she heard the mention of that cursed word.

"Yes Tobho. Just me and a mule. And my mother left this world not long after my father, so there was no family left to protest about me travelling. And anyway, I have always been perfectly capable of looking after myself. Also, mule has been known to bite the odd man that tries to get too close. And please don't mention soulmates again. I don't have one. Never had one. And will never have one. I don't feel or sense anyone else's emotions. Just my own." (Y/n) replied. She and Tobho both turning as metal suddenly feel to the floor. The pair looking at the young man that (Y/n) had completely forgotten about. His eyes wide as he seemed to stare at her in disbelief.

"Oh, please forgive me. (Y/n) I would like you to meet my apprentice, Gendry. Gendry, this is the granddaughter of my own old master. The man that taught me everything I know." Tobho announced. Gendry wiping his hand on his breeches before offering it to the beautiful woman in front of him. Neither he nor (Y/n) failing to notice the strange sensation that they both felt as their hands touched.