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°•. Tyrion Lannister .•°

Fan fiction recommendations from BB’s Bookshelf. All my favourite Tyrion Lannister works in one place.

ONESHOTS:

🦋 Northern Lights [Fluff] A sweet moment between you and your husband Tyrion Lannister. << Female Reader >>

DRABBLES:

Coming Soon!

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In the North

Based on this request:  Hey! If request are still open, is it possible if you can write Sandor x Reader where they had a relationship before they had to part ways and so they get reunited when reader is sent with Jorah by Daenarys to get a white walker, Beric and Thoros is in disbelief that Sandor can be able of loving someone - thanks!

Here you are! I do not own ANY Game of Thrones characters. They belong to GRRM.

Warnings: Fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x reader, mentions of Beric, Thoros, Jorah, Jon, Tormund, and Daenerys.

You had a talent for seeing past what other people saw. You had been doing it all your life. You could always tell when someone was lying and you could tell when someone was hurting. You could tell when the rumors surrounding a person were true and when they weren’t. You just had good instincts and you were a good judge of character. That was why it came as no surprise to you when you fell in love with Sandor Clegane.

You had met the gruff and dangerous man when you lived in King’s Landing. You worked in a tavern close to the Red Keep that he had often frequented. At first, he would just ignore you when you tried talking to him, but soon you wore down his resolve. The two of you had gotten to know one another and a relationship formed. It started out as a physical relationship, simply warming each other’s beds. But it blossomed into far more than that as time went on. It wasn’t meant to last though.

Sandor disappeared the night of the Battle of the Blackwater. Not that you blamed him. You knew of his fear of fire. What you did blame him for was leaving you behind. You were so angry until the day a raven came for you carrying a letter from Sandor. He promised to come back for you when it was safe. You waited and waited, but he never returned. That was when you took it upon yourself to leave. You found yourself with the Dragon Queen which is what lead you to where you were now.

“Are you certain that’s wise, my queen?” you asked. Jon and Tyrion’s plan had merit, but you going along was probably not the best idea. “Yes. I trust you and Jorah above everyone else. Go with him and bring back the proof we need to convince Cersei.” You knew you had no choice but to agree. “Very well. I shall be ready before dawn.”

*time skip*

The journey North was far longer than you anticipated. As you traveled, your mind often found its way to the past without your permission. You knew your time on this earth may well be coming to an end and you couldn’t help but think about those that you missed. Mainly Sandor. Was he alive or dead? If he was alive, was he happy? Married? You had no idea, but you hoped one day you’d find out.

You were greeted by a red-headed Wildling when you entered Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. “Caught a few men trying to sneak past the Wall. Said they were on a mission for some lord or other you southerners worship.” You smiled at his words. You could tell he meant no malice. He was just a playful guy.

You followed him down to the cells where the prisoners were sitting, or laying. You weren’t really paying attention to them until one of them spoke. “Enough talkin’. Are we comin’ with you or not?” Your head snapped up and your eyes met those of Sandor Clegane. “Open the door,” you ordered quietly, not taking your eyes off Sandor.

After a moment, the door opened and you flew inside, throwing yourself into Sandor’s arms. He caught you, a look of surprise painting his features. “What in Seven Hells are you doin’ here, Y/N?” he asked, sharply, “I told you I’d come back for you.” You shrugged. “I got tired of waiting. Besides, I never knew if you were even alive and I had to get out of there.” Sandor sighed heavily and hugged you closer.

That was another thing you loved about Sandor. While he was typically reluctant to show any type of emotion or weakness, he didn’t care what people thought when it came to you. He was happy that you even gave him the time of day. He sure as hell wasn’t about to push you away now. However, the gaping stares of Beric and Thoros were irritating.

He sent a glare in the direction of his travel companions as you pulled away from him. “They’re coming with us,” you said to Jon and the others. Jon simply raised a brow, making you sigh. “Look, those things are dangerous, right? We need all the help we can get. I know these men. Two of them are formidable warriors and Thoros…well Thoros is good company.” Thoros chuckled softly as he, Beric, and Sandor followed you from the cell and you little group began the journey beyond the Wall.

Sandor traveled behind you, Jorah, and Jon. His gaze rarely left your form as he walked with the others. “I never thought I would see the day when Sandor Clegane fell in love.” Sandor looked at Beric out of the corner of his eye. He and Thoros had been mentioning you non-stop since the trek began. “Shut up about it,” he grumbled.

“Why? I think it is wonderful. It shows you’re not a dog after all. You have a heart, Clegane and it would be a terrible thing to waste,” Thoros interjected. Sandor bit back a groan. Why wouldn’t they go back to harassing the Baratheon bastard and leave him alone? He knew it was a surprise for him to show any type of attachment to anyone. He knew no one ever believed he could have any feelings other than hate for another person. But he did. He loved you.

Sandor quickened his pace so he was walking next to you. You glanced up at him with a soft smile on your face. “I missed you,” you whispered, “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again.” Sandor nodded, adjusting his pack. “I would have come back for you. I promised.” You smiled again. The two of you continued talking, your eyes only occasionally parting to watch where you were walking. Sandor told you about everything that had happened after he left King’s Landing. Neither of you were listening to the people behind you.

“Y/N is good for him,” Beric noted as he watched the two of you talk, “But I never thought Clegane had it in him.” Thoros shrugged before taking another swig from the wineskin he kept with him at all times. “The Lord of Light is also a lord of love, my friend. Clegane does seem happier than I’ve ever seen him.” Both Beric and Thoros fell silent again as they looked over at the two of you.

You were smiling up at Sandor and he looked back at you with so much love in his eyes, only a fool could have missed it. Your lips moved and Thoros could make out the words, “I love you.” He arched a brow, waiting for Sandor’s reply. “Aye. I love you too. And when this is all over, I’m gonna marry you.” Thoros laughed to himself. Oh yes, the Lord of Light had sent them all to the North where death was nearly inevitable. But maybe, just maybe, something good would come of being in the North after all.

(A/N: I hope you like it! I’m writing as much as I can!)

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Sharing a Bed with the Hound

Anonymous asked: Hey megpie! I was wondering if you could do a sandor x reader where he has to cuddle the reader like they share a bed for some reason just something real fluffy Thank You!!

I do not own Sandor. He belongs to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Awkward fluff!

Pairings: Sandor Clegane x reader

If you had known that there was only one room available in the inn, you wouldn’t have insisted on stopping for the night. To make matters worse, that one room had only one bed.  Unfortunately, it was too late now. Winter had finally come and it was too cold to travel at night. You knew that you’d never make it to Winterfell if you froze to death.

              You looked at Sandor who had his eyes on the bed. He was glaring at it as if it offended him. Shaking off your uncertainty, you walked further into the room and set your pack down. “I’ll sleep on the floor,” Sandor offered and you shook your head. “No. You won’t be warm enough down there.” Sandor stared at you and you groaned. “Look, the bed is big enough for both of us. We have to stay warm.” Sandor didn’t respond verbally. He nodded and made his way over to the bed.

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Not Such A Lady

(Sandor Clegane x Reader)

Normally such a Lady, you take Sandor by surprise one day.

Warnings: Swearing and fluff

Word Count: 1111 (You don’t understand how satisfying that is)

A/N: This is my first fanfic I’ve written since November (Besides, working on the chapters of Northern Light’) I believe, it could be my first one shot since November. And I’ve missed it. Hope you guys enjoy ;)

Important Information: In case you didn’t know, (I didn’t, I needed to look it up) a baldric is the belt that holds a sword and scabbard to someone.

If you enjoyed this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around. You will find my masterlist in my Bio.

Any feedback, comments, reblogs, asks or messages are very welcome and appreciated. I would love to know what you think of my little stories.

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keeping warm || sandor clegane (the hound) x gn! reader

hey besties i know basically no one asked for this but i love him so i don't care here's just some little fluff about cuddling for warmth

words: 600+

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gif credit: @glambertclegane

“Seven Hells, are you shivering?” 

His gruff voice cuts through the chatter of your teeth and the howling wind and you turn to glare at the man to your right. Even leaned up against the stone wall he’s bigger than most men you’ve ever seen, he’d be scarier than them too, if you didn’t know him. Fortunately for you, despite his appearance, and bitter attitude, Sandor Clegane is a soft and kind man. Not that you or him would ever dare speak the words into the world, too much of him is safely encased in the fear of others to break it.

“Yes, I’m fucking shivering Sandor, it’s colder than tits out here.” Your personal inability to fear him lends itself well to snarking at him day and night until he throws empty threats at you. To leave you behind if you’re going to be this ungrateful, to smother you in your sleep just to get a moment's peace, even to smack you upside your head until you learn to fear him. Like that’s really what he wants, like he doesn’t bask in your candor and glow under your affection, no matter how much he might try to hide it. 

The hard ground below you is cold, even curled under your cloak and the fur blanket Sandor carries around for you, you can feel it in your bones. The temperature continues to drop dangerously as you travel north, soon there will be snow covering the ground and he’ll have to build fires to keep you both from freezing. He’s tried to avoid it as long as possible, not willing to risk your safety by making you too visible to any passing parties, but the choice won’t be his for long.

“You complain a lot for such a little bird.” Sandor grumbles, already shifting from his place on the straw covered floor, until he’s able to curl one arm under your waist and pull you up into his lap. He drags the furs with you, pulling them around you both as his arms encompass you, warmth radiating off him in waves and soaking into you and your shivering finally subsides. 

You can feel him lean back against the wall, and you rest your head against his shoulder, ignoring the grunt of irritation when you press your cold nose into the skin of his neck. Your hands find their way under his cloak, pressed up against the fabric of his shirt on his chest, voice barely above a whisper when you respond, “you love it, don’t lie.”

“I absolutely do not love it.” You open your eyes to peek at him, noting the rosey blush that dusts over his cheeks, almost entirely hidden by the dark brown facial hair that runs down his neck. He tightens his hold on you, nudging your face back to his shoulder with his chin so that you stop studying him. “Go to sleep, I’ll keep you warm.”

You turn your face further into him to try to mask the yawn, letting your lips hesitate on his collarbones in a soft kiss that only furthers the red that now trails down to his scarred and hairy chest.  “And safe– don’t forget safe.”

“Aye, I’ll keep you safe too, little bird.” 

Sandor leans down to mirror your kiss, onto the top of your forehead just below your hairline, his voice uncharacteristically soft, and his lips even more so. You can hear the smile in his words, small and hidden from you where you lay, but it’s there nonetheless. It’s rare for you to be able to pull them out of him, even more rare that you actually get to see them, and a part of you is sad that you’re missing this one. But it’s too hard to not follow the directions, he runs hot, and it warms you to your previously frozen core. The low hum that comes from his chest as he speaks is even more relaxing, lulling you further into sleep until you finally drift off entirely.

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°•. Sandor Clegane .•°

Fan fiction recommendations from BB’s Bookshelf. All my favourite Sandor Clegane works in one place.

⭐️ = one of my favourites

ONESHOTS:

🦋 Secret Wife [Fluff] In which the reader and Sandor are married but no one knows. When Tormund starts hitting on you, Sandor’s jealousy gets the best of him and the secret comes out. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Punishment? [Fluff] Forced marriage trope. After Joffrey forces you to marry the Hound as a punishment you learn the giant of a man is kinder than he looks. Love ensues. So much for a punishment. << Female Reader >>

🦋 In the North [Fluff] Established Relationship. After The Battle of Blackwater Sandor and the reader were forced to separate. Fluff ensues when you both reunite in the North. Soft Sandor. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Sharing a Bed with the Hound [Fluff] You and Sandor arrive at the inn to find that there is only one bed. You refuse to let him sleep on the floor. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Not Such A Lady [Fluff] Domestic Sandor x Reader. Sandor is shocked to find out just how many swear words his lady knows. << Female Reader, Swearing >>

🦋 keeping warm [Fluff] You’re freezing and Sandor is practically a furnace. Cuddling for warmth. << Gender Neutral Reader >> ⭐️

SERIES:

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DRABBLES:

Coming Soon!

IMAGINES:

🦋 Bear [Fluff] Everyone calls Sandor the Hound, but to you he seems more like a bear. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

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🌙 Have this part of my wip because we need more silly Hound content 🌙

"Oh, have a cock do you?" The Hound snorts.

"I do, it's massive. Bigger than your's even."

To Bronn and Tyrion's surprise...the Hound giggles. "Let's see it then."

The sound of rustling blankets through the wall.

"No, he's shy," Lady Alice says. "Knock it off, you're scaring him!" She giggles.

The sounds of wrestling.

"There's no cock here-"

Alice yelps but it turns into a moan.

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Can you do a tyrion short where y/n and meet in winterfell after he found out he was to marry her and he talks to her about how he will be a good husband. And he finds out that she was the one that requested she marry him ?

You Were My Choice

Tyrion was stunned when he got the news from Lord Stark that he was to be wed off to one of his daughters. The eldest behind Robb and was more like her brothers and Arya then her middle sister Sansa. He eventually found her room after getting lost in some of the halls of the Northern castle where he softly knocked three times before someone opened the door making him at a loss for words for a few seconds. I paused in the doorway staring at the tiny dwarf standing before me. “Lord Tyrion, I didn’t expect you to come find me so quickly. I was just going to come down to the feast for the king.” He nodded gesturing his hand in between us clearly struggling to say what words next. Across the kingdom he was known for always knowing what to say. “My lady I - uh thought it would be better if we met first. Since we are to be wed and most don’t meet until that night. I didn’t want that…”

“I didn’t want that either Tyrion. But there’s something I want to tell you too.” I smiled taking his hand in mine leading him onto my bed pulling him to sit down beside me. The ends of my dress lifted up revealing the horse riding boots that I always wore rather than any tight dress shoes like my sister. Putting my hands together in my lap my eyes staring into his green ones. His curly blonde hair a mess on his head. “Well I have something to tell you first lady Y/n. I know that I couldn’t have been your first choice for a husband. But we will be married regardless. I want you to know as your husband I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, I will be an equal to you and not overstep my bonds. Even I am not the husband of your choice I’ll treat you with respect.” I giggled seeing him raise his brows not expecting to see me smiling at him this way.

The rumors that I heard were that he loved wine and girls. He was viewed as a little beast by most people because of his size except to me. I wasn’t into men that focused on their looks. A person’s mind can do much more damage and mean so much more. “Forgive me lady Y/n. But I don’t understand what is amusing about what I am saying.” Grabbing his hands in mine I tilted my head with a bright grin. “You said that you wouldn’t be someone’s first choice. You are wrong Tyrion. I asked my father if I could marry you. Because I don’t believe all the bad tales about you. I choose to lisen to the good ones.” Tyrion smiled squeezing my hands intertwined with his. “I’d choose you any day Y/n.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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PLEASE! reactions to sandor, theon, jorah, jon, tyrion, sansa and missandei for praising them during sex?

I just did the men for this one, my character limit is 4 but I couldn't choose so I did all of them

Sandor buries his face into the crook of his lovers neck. His face flushing at their words, his hips don't slow however. He opts to kiss at their delicate skin, trying to ignore the praise. It's not as though he doesn't like it, he just feels as though he doesn't deserve it. The praise keeps coming however, his lover keeps mumbling how good he feels and how amazing he is.

He sits up, bringing his lover with him. Sandor holds them close, their chests pressed together, then his lips find theirs. A desperate attempt to silence them as he keeps thrusting, bouncing them on his cock. Their arms wrap around him, as well as their legs. Clinging to him as he fucks them mercilessly. They make a note to praise him like that more often if this is how he'll react.

Theon is cocky about it, smirks and thrusts into his lover even harder. "You like that huh?" his hands wander and he gropes at every part of their body. Even if he doesn't fully believe that he's the best man out there, he makes his lover moan and squirm and cum. That's all that matters to him. Theon makes sure they'll remember him even if they leave him, he's the best cock they'll ever have.

His fingers pinch at his lovers nipples, he loves the way they squeal at the sensation. His cock plows into them, the wet sound of their slick and his hot precum is downright selacious. He wants to hear more about how good he feels, how hot he is. If he had it his way, he'd never leave his lovers bed.

Jorah can't help but get flustered when he hears the praise. His heart climbs up his throat as his lover moans and tells him how amazing he's doing. He leans down, his head resting against their chest. His thrusts don't slow down, in fact he angles his hips to go deeper. He opts to kiss their soft skin and hide his face from them. Jorah knows he shouldn't feel embarrassed, but how can someone so perfect love someone like him?

His hands roam their body, tracing down their sides and groping their hips. Pulling them against him and losing himself in their love. He believes that if he doesn't acknowledge the praise, he doesn't have to accept it. He can't accept it, not a man like him.

Jon doesn't register his lovers words at first. He's so lost in them, wanting to make them feel as good as possible. When they repeat themselves, it hits him. He can't help but pick up his pace, he wants to hear it again. His hips angling in such a way that his cock goes deeper than before. Again and again his lover praises him, calling him a good boy and moaning that he feels heavenly.

He doesn't believe their words, not really. But it doesn't stop Jon from drinking them down like a deserted man. He knows that outside of this bed he isn't good, though he tries. No, the only place he's truly good and thoroughly skilled is right here between his lovers legs.

Tyrion lives for praise, craves it and works hard for it. He knows he's good in bed, downright godly even. The words of his lover fuel his ego, he'd laugh and smile, asking if they want him to fuck them stupid. He loves to hear how good he's doing, how good his cock feels up inside them. He's thrusting his hips into theirs, hands roaming, he wants to hear more. Tyrion will keep going long after he and his lover cum, he doesn't want them to stop praising him.

He knows that when he pulls out, and they get cleaned up, that the praise ends. He doesn't want it to, perhaps that's why most of his free time is spent in brothels. Either way, he'll revel in his lovers words for as long as they can last.

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No fucking way man

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“Well? Does it suit me??”

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Guess who I’m cuddlin up with in the afternoon sun 🌞

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Country boys find a way! 😉

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A romcom but they’re both murderous cannibals and commit tax fraud together? 🥺

Also they make out on the kitchen table to everybody’s dismay 🥰

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NOTHING escapes this guy

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Rivals to lovers but they never stop being rivals (this counts as foreplay)