#SandorClegane

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound Chapter links

yes, i know that the first few chapter links are broken please refrain messaging me about it hahah I’ve been working on getting the links working again and here they are!! These are all the links up to the most recent chapter. More will be added as the story progresses.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

chapter 27

Chapter 28

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"Ele é um cão, como diz ser. Um cão meio louco e de temperamento ruim que morde qualquer mão que tente lhe fazer um agrado, e que ao mesmo tempo despedaçará qualquer homem que tente fazer mal aos seus donos." - A Fúria dos Reis // Sansa IV

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[yamiclegane]

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Sansa x Sandor ❄️🪶🔥

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[obsidianpen]

Auto correct changed unpopular to unpolished lol for my Jaime x Sansa op. Not for him to be king, but take his place as Tywins heir. Instead of marrying her to Tyrion, Jaime was the proper option. The marriage could have ended the war. Robb goes back north to prep for winter and actually goes through with marrying a Frey and Tommen king b/c stannis be burning people and delulu. Soo much death prevented and they'd be in alliance against common enemies like Night King and Dany if she did try to come back. They'd have actual military experts like Tywin, Blackfish, Royce and northern lords alive to plan for the final war. ((Or I've read fics with Stannis winning, getting over the whole Melissandre thing, marrying sansa with the Lannistees dead and all that too lol))[ I've read so many Sansa ships including her and SandorClegane. That was the first one I shipped her with 🤷🏽‍♀️. Just like I've read Hermione with so many ships including some death eaters beside Tom Riddle and Draco]

oooooh yes I see, instead of Tyrion. males much more sense. And yes that could have prevented a lot of horrors but in true game of thrones fashion I feel like it would have led to a slew of other ones… probably Cersei related.

also I actually loved ‘unpolished’ and I almost said I was going to start using that last time encased I enjoyed it so much 😂 I indeed have many unpolished opinions

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[pameluhr]

[first-edition]

idk if this it's a good request but I've always loved Sandor/handmaid readers fics!

It could be that reader has a crush on him, so she leaves him little gifts or do favors for him in secret, like a secret admirer type of thing<3 or you can write the other way around too! The hound having a crush on reader, it all depends on you

Love your writing btw😭 so excited for Fox and the Hound next chapters💗

OF course that is sooo cute! Im so happy you like the book so far there will a ton more of exciting and sad events to happen!!

Cw- reader has hair that can be moved out of the way, fluff, Cersei is abusive when drunk, Sandor being adorable. Sandor x hand maid reader.

Little Gift

The first time you laid eyes on the big brute of a man you fell in love. All the other handmaids were terrified of him, they hid when he walked down the halls, talked about how scary he was, and purposefully avoided him when doing daily duties, oftentimes leaving them up to you for more work. But you never minded, seeing sandor was the highlight of your day and little did you know it was his as well. 

You grew up in the palace, not as the grand princess type but as a maiden to said princesses, your mother was handmaiden to queen cersi and she taught you her ways to excel at it. Which you did. You learned how to clean a certain way on certain fabrics, you learned to cook and most importantly obey. All that time you spend learning about and admiring one person in particular. Ser Sandor Clegane. The king's guard dog, the hound, no matter what frugal name they called him he would always be sandor to you. 

Because all the other women were terrified their jobs for him were left to you. Sorting out his linens mostly as you weren't allowed in the light quarters but you made due. When you went to collect or bring them back you began leaving extras. Coin, treats from the kitchen, sometimes flowers. You've seen him throw them away sometimes but at least he noticed them. You knew that there could never be any chance with the rugged man due to his past and forceful nature but a girl can dream after all. 

You follow in the courtyard over seeing the princess Marcella talking with a sutor. You walk a hefty pace behind however not far enough to lose sight or mishear if false intentions on his part became at hand and you needed to step in. They stop their walk so you do as well making sure to give a settled amount of privacy, a group of knights in training most likely by the uniform pass you by one of them subjecting them to speak with you. 

“Excuse me ser.” you reply as you try to form a way around the larger man to continue to chaperone the princess and her caller. 

“Come on love, take the day off the little princess will be fine eh. Come and drink with us. Training is almost over.” he chuckles. Two of his friends then join into the new found joke. One of them takes a hold of the necklace you wear. 

“This is a fine thing for a maid to be wearing isn't it? Little Jewels and all. You steal it?” he huffs. 

“N-no it was my mothers! Now excuse me.” you say harshly before trying to break away. The men begin to banter, grabbing at you. 

“OI!” you hear a deep grumbly voice the men let go of you dispersing back as sandor comes into view. 

“Didnt you fucking hear her. Fuck off or i’ll use your guts as a jump rope.” he barks out at them. They hurriedly run off with the others disappearing around the corner. You look up at him about to say thank you but he simply leans down, taking a knee before standing back up, your necklace in his hand, broken from all the tussle. 

“No…” you say your heart clenching, you take it in your hands seeing the snapped chain and now misaligned holder for the jewel. 

“Y/n!” you hear marcella call to you as she takes your arm in her hand, a worried look on her face you look at her showing her your necklace. 

“Are you alright?” she asks from the commotion happening a bit ago. You nod yet still sad about the jewelry. She nods in thanks to sandor before you both head off now done for the day with her line up of men. You want to turn back and say thank you to the larger knight but before you can even open your mouth he’s farther off walking away. 

Your work continues as normal, cleaning, taking care of marcella and leaving small things for sandor. You walk to the side of the knight's quarters catching a glimpse of something that makes you double take a small vase that holds the flower you placed for him. A smile forms on your lips before you turn to walk off only to be met with the front of the very man you were smitten about. 

“My apologies, my lord, I didn't see you there.” you say gasping. He hums before walking around you but before he disappears you speak. 

“I wanted to thank you!” you exclaim. He stops his back to you briefly before turning around. 

“For?” he asks confused as to why. 

“For protecting me from the other knights, you were very brave.” you speak. He chuckles in a way that slightly puts you down. 

“Brave? A dog doesn't need courage to chase off rats. Those measly cunts aren't even knights let alone are ever gonna be.” he speaks. 

“You shouldn't do that, call yourself a dog.” you say softly looking up to him as he walks closer to you. 

“You're not a dog, you're a man.” you say. He huffs. 

“I don't scare you, do i?” he asks, kind of annoyed. You shake your head no before answering. 

“Why would you?” you ask to look up to him. 

“Hmm.” he grumbles before looking to his waist where he keeps his sword belt and others. He flips open the small saddle bag reaching into it and pulling out a necklace, your necklace, but it's fixed. 

A small happy gasp leaves your lips and a smile is placed on your face as you see the piece of jewelry. 

“Turn ‘round.” he says, seeing your arms are full with cloth. You do so at his command you feel his hand pulling your hair away before the cool metal is placed against your skin sliding up ever so to clip the back together. You smile looking down at it before turning back to him. 

“Thank you!” you happily exclaim. You're not going to question how he got it from your room or who fixed it but he did it for you. He just looks at you, his eyes scanning your features before he turns around and walks off again. 

The next few days there's been a gift at your side. Decorated clothes, little bits of jewelry, and the biggest gesture a dress which you wear to marcellas send off. You were supposed to go with her, wanting to make sure she’d be safe marrying the prince of dorne but Tyrion wouldn't let you. Stuck in the castle you remained to do things for the queen. Oftentimes she confided in you or when she was drunk hit you. You began to walk around the hall quieter, smaller, bruised even, but worst of all your gifts to sandor had ceased and he hated it. 

Cersi had cast you out after the worst treatment, even throwing scrolls and glasses at you before hitting you and throwing you out into the open battlefield during black water while she continued to drink herself silly. 

Before you knew what to do to hide you were hit by the blunt end of a sword and knocked unconscious. Found on the ground a few seconds later you were picked up onto a horse riding off. 

You came too in bed, your headache slightly as you sat up. You looked down at yourself no longer in the dress you were wearing but wrapped in a black fur, your small clothes not doing you justice to keep you modest as you moved the blanket to the side holding the fur closer to you. 

As soon as you stood your legs gave out sending you to the ground accidentally knocking over the side table you use to try and catch yourself for support. The large oak door of the room opens revealing sandor who rushes to you helping you up making sure you're not hurt any further. 

“S-sandor?” you ask as he picks you up easily and places you back onto the bed. 

“Stay.” he says before kneeling back down picking up the dropped table. You look around seeing everything about the room, the fireplace farther from the bed where it's supposed to be unlit, leaving the candles of the room to give dim light. 

“What happened where am I?” you ask. 

“Are you cold?” he asks, not answering the question. 

“No..” You say. 

“You're shaking.” he replies back before pulling the blanket back up over you. 

“Stay here.” he says before getting back up and walking out of the room. Ofcourse you dont listen and get up nonetheless this time your legs become stronger as you walk out of the room following where he was to go. As you walk through you admire the house looking around seeing a yellow and black banner with dogs on. 

You watch as Sandor walks back into the house, the door closing behind him. 

“Sandor.” you say he puts down the large animal he carries on his shoulder. 

“Where am i?” you ask. 

“Home. My home is just beside white harbor. You've been out for two days.” he says you look around once more looking at the fireplace in the main room once again not lit. 

“Aren't you cold? The fires are not lit.” you ask, seeing the sheen of frost beginning to appear on the windows. 

“I'm not going to light it, I'm fine.” he huffs. You walk over to it, grabbing the logs from the side, placing them in and beginning to strike it, creating the fire that lights the home and gives you warmth. 

He watches you the entire time fearing for both your safety and his own. “What happened?” you ask looking back at him as you sit on the furs by the fire. 

“I don't know. I saw a man with you in his arms. You were unconscious. I killed him. Took you, I assumed you didn't know him. Saw too many women being raped didnt want you too be one of them.” he says 

“Right…cersi she pushed me out i don't remember much after that.” you speak. 

“Fuck cersi, fuck jeoffry.” he huffs pickign up the animal and walking out of the room only to come back a bit later. You stand up and walk to him.

“You're welcome to stay as long as you want, it's just me and winter is coming.” he says as you nod. 

“Your dress is at the end of the bed.” he says pointing down the way. You nod but before walking over to the room you take his arm in yours pulling him down a bit and kiss his cheek. He won't admit it but the blush condoning his face was hotter than the fire. 

For the next few weeks he came more comfortable with your presence even leading to things being said and feelings being shared including a night together which neither of you are led to forget any time soon or later. He continued to give you little gifts one of which being a dog to keep you company while he was gone hunting or just out. And you of course gave him the best little gift of all after the next months, his own son. But you are by far the best gift he's received

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You don’t have to be afraid

Sandor Clegane x Reader

You sat in his room on a balcony, watching King’s Landing below, listening to the different sounds, bored out of your mind. Gods his room was dull and bare, you knew Sandor was not a man to decorate his room as such, but would a table really hurt that much? He barely had any furniture, only a chest, a bed far too small for him, and of course the chair you sat on, and some different things to place weapons on and armor.

You tried taking a deep breath but only caught the scent that was unique to King’s Landing. It was more of a smell, really, and not a scent. You coughed slightly at the smell, frowning and going back inside. Just as you entered from the balcony the door swung open, and you nearly jumped out of your skin at how sudden it was. Sandor stormed in, mumbling and grumbling, and he sounded angry, and spooked. A string of curse words spilled from his mouth, you could barely make anything out except “fuckin’ brat. Boy king should be glad I didn’t split him in half” he continued to grumble as he removed his armor, he had yet to notice you.

“You should be careful with your words, Hound, you never know who might lurk around the corner” you spoke calmly, watching amused as he quickly turned around with wide eyes, looking like a deer who just spotted a hunter. He relaxed once he saw it was you, taking only a few steps across the room, reaching you and pulling you in for a rough kiss, and you happily kissed him back. His hands rested on your hips holding them tightly, so tight that anyone would think it would leave bruises, but Sandor had always been gentle with you, in his own way, no matter how rough he could be with you, you never received a single bruise, there were always an underlying tenderness with his movements and gestures, love even, in how he treated you. Despite how rough he could seem, he was always sweet with you, he just showed it in different ways.

Once he withdrew you gasped slightly, lacking breath just a tiny bit “what was that for?” you chuckled, your hands resting on his chest plate, which he had yet to remove, feeling the details of his armor, all the small bumps and dents, scratches and small cuts in the metal from swords that had tried to take him away from you, but the armor stopping them, and for that, you were thankful.

“What’re you doing here dove?” Sandor grumbled, ignoring your question. You simply shrugged while smirking up at him “I missed you” you were about to add something else when you noticed something, something in his eyes “what? What is it?” you frowned, trying to cup his burnt cheek but he moved away from you, letting go of you and stepping back. You almost fell due to you leaning on him from before.

“No idea what you’re talking ‘bout, girl” he gruffed out as he continued to remove his armor, as he had done before you had revealed yourself, his back turned to you. “Don’t you dare lie to me, and don’t call me that, Sandor” you kept your voice calm, you knew something was wrong and yelling wouldn’t make it better. You calmly walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his large frame, placing your hands over his chest, feeling his heartbeat go much much faster than normal.

“You’re afraid” you stated as a matter of fact, and moved away as he turned around to face you, his whole body tense, and he was about to open his mouth, probably to deny it, when you beat him to it. “What did he do?... Was it flames this time? Again?” you frowned when you were met by silence, knowing you were right. But this was Sandor, he wasn’t going to admit to his fears just like that, so he tried to intimidate you “I ain’t afraid” he growled at you, towering over you, trying to scare you off, but you just smiled up at him. He tried to push you away but you just gently cupped his cheeks in your hands, and he instantly relaxed into your touch, as he always did.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Sandor. Of Joffrey, of your brother, or of me” he scoffed at that, looking away until you forced him to look back at you “I will never leave, Sandor, ever. I don’t care about how you look, or how you act around others, you are a good man underneath, you are my good man” you gently stroked his cheeks with your thumbs, and despite his cold facade, you saw the start of a few tears in his eyes. “I don’t care. I am yours, and you are mine, always. Fuck the king, fuck the people, fuck the kingsguard, and fuck King’s Landing, nothing matter except you and I. you gave him a soft smile, causing a tiny smile to spread across his face.

He leaned down and you half prepared for another rough kiss, but instead he rested his forehead on your shoulder, his arms easily trapping you against him. “I’m a bad influence on you, dove, you curse like a fucking sailor” he mumbled against your neck, making you chuckle as you felt him smirk against your skin “maybe it’s the company I keep” you said teasingly “perhaps I should be a proper lady, and go back to sewing and singing and dancing with all the other nobles” he lifted his head from your shoulder at your words “maybe I’ll even find myself a fat, boring lord to marry, maybe I shoul-”

“Fuck that, you’re mine, dove, and I’d be damned if I’d let you marry some boring, perfumed, high Lord of some stupid castle” he growled, holding onto your hips once again, and you couldn’t help but blush a bit at his words. You pretended to think about it for a second before shrugging “then I guess you’re stuck with me, Sandor Clegane, for I would rather die than be anything but (Y/N) Clegane, your lady” he chuckled low at your words, giving your forehead a peck before kissing you gently this time. 

His kiss said everything, you were his, and he were yours, to the end of time.

[jbirdcremeans]

The Flayer of Winterfell

Ch. 15 Favors Owed

Another horrific dream wakes Sandor in the middle of the night and eventually leads to a memory of Sansa from years ago. Tyrion Lannister insists on meeting with the Hound face to face and pass along files that were uncovered in the basement. The Imp seems to find pleasure by tormenting Sandor with a rumor concerning his dead brother. Later, while trying to get the Hells out of Kings Landing, the detective is handed off a note to call someone close to him...

[yamiclegane]

[sansanatik]

Cleganebowl. “Remember me? Yeah, you do. You’re even f***ing uglier than I am now. What did they do to you? It doesn’t matter. That’s not how it ends for you, brother. You know who’s coming for you. You’ve always known.”