#it belongs rightfully with gregor

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Ripred looks at Lizzie and sees his long dead daughter, a little codebreaker. He sees someone who is brave and smart, willing to go into a place she is terrified of for her family. He sees someone who has been kind when so few have. He sees someone who he must protect, must shelter from the cruelties, the loss, and the pain that his world provides. 

Ripred looks at Boots and tells himself he sees an annoying little brat. But in truth he remembers how she had toddled up to him when they had first met with no fear, and had smiled. He remembers how she had stroked his ears and patted his head in the jungle, and he remembers the horrible fear he had when he spotted her surrounded by those beautiful, deadly frogs. Ripred looks at Boots and sees a pure soul, a pure life, who loves without discrimination, someone he must protect, one he cannot allow to be tainted by the Underland. 

Ripred looks at Gregor, and sees himself. He sees a lost soul, wandering. Belonging for a time, but never truly a part. Separated by duty and responsibility, and the ever present Rager sensation. Ripred sees Gregor and feels rage. He sees someone he knows he cannot protect, but damn it he’ll try. And if he cannot save him from the horrors of the underland, he can at least prepare him. So he is honest, and he is hard. But he cares. He sees Gregor as someone he cannot protect, cannot shelter from the Underland, but perhaps he does not even need to.

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Kay so what if after spending so much time guarding Johanna!Reader, The mountain also becomes yan??? What a MESS now he’s just not crushing pest who hover around them with ill intentions but also anyone who so much as glances at them too long for his liking. He’s the one that’s been by their side protecting them, fighting for them, it’s almost like they’re his anyway. So what if he’s been stomping out too many Lannister knights, knights who switch shifts with him in guarding Johanna!Reader, who have the potential to replace him as their permanent guard, he’s just defending a place that rightfully belongs to him and him alone.

I could see Gregor becoming attached to Joanna!lookalike!Reader. He’s probably been in their life for quite awhile, he’s grown fond of them and their company so much so that he feels off without being around them. Things just don’t feel right for him anymore when he’s not the one guarding the Reader. Not to mention he’s grown so accustomed to their voice that the world becomes so much louder when he’s not with them to drown the sound out.

I do agree that given his role as the Reader’s guard/ultimate protector and how detrimental his place in their day to day life is, Gregor would feel some kind of entitlement to them. If it weren’t for him after all then they could’ve ended up dead long ago. He’s the one doing the most for them out of everyone in their life. Sure, their grandfather is the reason he became their guard to begin with but that’s it. Gregor is the one with them day in and day out, even if he isn’t necessarily supposed to be or his shift has already ended.

Gregor wouldn’t trust anyone else to guard and protect Joanna!lookalike!Reader. He’s the only one fit for the task and anyone else who thinks different wouldn’t live long enough to disagree.

I have this image in my head of Joanna!lookalike!Reader and The Mountain walking the halls of the Red Keep and someone bumping into the Reader or trying to talk to them. Or maybe the poor soul just looked at them for just a little too long. It doesn’t really matter cause either way the person ends up dead before the Reader knows it. Covered in their blood and still processing what just happened, Joanna!lookalike!Reader feels a heavy weight on their cheek and it’s The Mountain mustering as much gentleness as he can trying to wipe off the blood from their face with his big ass meat glove of a hand.

Even if Cersei and Tywin were to have some worry or apprehension for The Mountain’s intensity in regards to Joanna!lookalike!Reader they wouldn’t try to get rid of him. Sure, it’s alarming and sometimes anxiety inducing seeing or hearing how he’s been lately when the Reader is involved but as long as he’s not a threat to Joanna!lookalike!Reader then it’s alright. Gregor is just doing his deed as a guard and protector. No matter how much Jaime, Tyrion and even Myrcella and Tommen bring up their worries or fear of The Mountain, especially regarding how attached he’s become to the Reader, Cersei and Tywin wouldn’t do anything about it. Now, if he were to stand in the way of them seeing and interacting with the Reader then there would be a real issue.

[brrahbrrahcharacterimagines]

The Other Brother (Sandor Clegane/The Hound x Reader)

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Pairing: Sandor Clegane/The Hound x Reader, minor Gregor Clegane/The Mountain x Reader

Word Count: 2317

Warnings: Arranged marriage, angst

Request: Your Sandor stuff is always so good!! Can I request an imagine where the reader is betrothed to Gregor but Sandor is in love with her?❤️ -(Anon)

A/N: Some more Sandor for you guys! I hope you enjoy! Also, go ahead and shoot me a message with your thoughts on Clegane-Bowl!

You made your way to the kitchen of the small house you shared with your family in King’s Landing, vegetables in hand to begin preparing a stew. 

“Hello dear,” said your mother, offering you a sad smile. You returned her look with one of confusion.

“Hello mother,” you said cautiously, looking around the room. There was nothing out of the ordinary to be seen, and you began to think you had misread her expression. You ignored it, opting to begin chopping, cutting, and peeling the vegetables as needed so they would be ready for dinner. After a few minutes in silence, you heard a soft knock on the doorframe.

“Darling,” called your father’s voice softly to your mother, “it is done.” Your mother’s eyes began to well up despite her breathing somewhat a sigh of relief. She looked at you with the same sad eyes as before and your heart sunk.

“Father, what is going on?” You demanded quietly. You had a feeling something bad was about to happen and you needed to know what it was. Especially if you were involved as you now assumed.

“Come sit down with us dear.”

You followed your father and mother into the living space where you took a seat on a chair.

“Is something wrong?” You asked. Your father sighed and got right into the issue.

“You know we have been having money troubles.” He said. “I have tried to find work but the search has proved fruitless. We are over our heads in debt and we have no other choice.”

He paused, and you looked at him with confusion. You knew this was going somewhere bad, but you had not figured out quite where yet. Realizing you had not gotten the full picture, your father continued.

“You are betrothed to marry, Y/n.”

Your heart sunk. You knew you were an eligible lady, and you had been of age for some time now. Yet you had not yet found a suitor who you had wanted to be betrothed to. You would never have told your father the true reason, but you already had your eyes on another man.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. 

“I’m sorry love,” said you mother softly. You could tell she was trying not to cry. This was not something she wanted to do. Seeing her sad state made your own eyes fill with tears, threatening to spill over.

“Will you at least tell me who it is?” You said quietly, afraid to speak too loud lest you lose control over your tear ducts.

“Ser Clegane.”

You were taken aback by your father’s words.

“Clegane?” You repeated, your father only nodding his head to verify. It was as if a weight had lifted off your shoulders. You were still very upset, and rightfully so, but there was a part of you that was no longer as scared as you had been before. Had your father known all along about your feelings for that man?

“I’m afraid we have no time,” he said. “I am so sorry my dear, but this was the only way we could come to an agreement. He was too afraid of you backing out. We have to go now.”

At your father’s words your heart sunk yet again despite now knowing the same man you had loved for years would be the one you were betrothed to. You had no time to prepare, no time to say goodbye. You had time to pack some of your most important items in a bag and change into your best dress, deciding to come back another time for the rest of your belongings. 

You loaded up, making the long trek to the Clegane’s. The entirety of the journey was spent thinking about the man you loved, Sandor Clegane.

--

You had run into him for the first time a few years ago. You had been in the market getting some new fabric for a dress when you felt the coin purse at your side move.

“Hey!” You cried out, looking down to realize a man’s hand was making off with your money. Before you knew it a large shadow overtook the small man and his eyes grew wide.

“Give it back.” Was all he said. The thief did just that, scurrying away.

“Thank you,” you said, in awe of the large man in front of you. He had a large scar on the side of your face, making you recognize him almost immediately. “You’re the hound,” you said without thinking.

He smiled softly. 

“That I am.”

“Thank you again,” you said again softly. You were afraid to say any more, worried you would giggle at the way his smile had just made you feel. You had heard the stories, the whispers about what had happened to him. You knew that you should be afraid of him, and turn away from the scar his face bore. However, you couldn’t help but find the man attractive anyway.

You left, not realizing the way he watched you walk away. Usually he wouldn’t have cared witnessing something like that take place. If the thief had been just a little sneakier you wouldn’t have even known before you went to pay. But this time something inside him compelled him to go up to you. After hearing your voice speak to him he knew he made the right call. You sounded even sweeter than you looked, and that appealed to him.

Sandor began going to the market more frequently, eventually figuring out the  best days and times to go in order to see you. A few ‘chance’ meetings later and he would consider you somewhat of a friend. He introduced himself for real, insisting you call him by his name instead of The Hound. 

The two of you grew closer, and you began to develop real feelings for the man. You would look forward to seeing him, yet made a point to never tell your parents. You knew how he was perceived by others, and there was no way they would let that relationship, whatever it was, continue. 

Despite your growing feelings, you never let Sandor knew about them. You didn’t want to make it awkward between the two of you. Especially since you knew he did not harbor the same feelings for you. You were a friend, nothing more and nothing less. You would have to settle for that.

--

You arrived at your destination, breaking you from your memories. Despite the trip taking the time it did, it felt all too quick for your liking.

It all seemed so far away now, worrying about your parents satisfaction. Without even knowing of the two of you, they had literally delivered you right to his door.

Your father knocked on the door, obscuring the man inside from your angle. You saw your father reach out to shake the man’s hand, his face stern.

“Gregor.” He greeted him, and the alarm bells went wild inside your head. This entire time you had been right to be afraid. You had assumed you had been set up with the Clegane brother that you had been speaking to, the one you wanted to be with. Yet the whole time you fantasized about having a life with Sandor it was really Gregor that you were on your way to see. You could feel your pulse in your entire body as your breathing grew heavier. 

Your body moved on its own as you followed your parents inside. Your soon-to-be husband spared you little more than a glance as he walked back inside as well.

Your eyes landed on a familiar face as you made your way through the rooms. His face grew concerned as he met your eyes, and you had a feeling that he did not know you would be the one showing up today. You tried not to cry as you looked at him. Through your mind ran a list of possible gods that you had pissed off, wondering how you had been put in your own personal hell. For the rest of your life you would be so near to Sandor, yet you would be guaranteed to never have a chance with him. 

Help me, you pleaded silently, tearing your eyes away from Sandor’s. 

“Are you ready?” Said a man you didn’t recognize. He must have been there as some kind of officiant or witness. 

“Actually,” you said, quickly devising a plan. “Could I go freshen up? I would at least like to look my best if this is to be my wedding day.”

Gregor scoffed, wanting to just get it over with. You can tell he didn’t really care. The man you didn’t recognize nodded, and you made your way to one of the many bedrooms in the house. Your mother offered to come with you, but you denied her request.

You locked the door behind you, breaking down in an instant. You felt the tears run down your face, the last of your hope leaving your body. You had hoped to find an exit, but all you found were walls and corridors. Your plan didn’t work. You would have to stay.

A knock on the door made you freeze. Was that all the time they would give you?

“Y/n?” Said a familiar voice. You bounded to the door to open it, letting Sandor inside before locking it behind him again. You knew it wasn’t proper to be alone with him, but that was the least of your worries at the moment.

“Sandor,” you cried, flinging your arms around him. Almost instinctively he reciprocated your hug, pulling you to his chest. “I don’t know what to do.”

He made soft shushing noises, trying to calm you down.

“It’s okay,” he said softly in the gruff voice you had come to love, “it’s okay.”

“No it isn’t.” You pleaded. “I am betrothed to your brother. I had been so upset to find out I had been traded like an object, but I had at least been happy thinking it was to you. But now-” you said, having to stop your words before a sob could make its way out from your throat. You didn’t process what you had said, but Sandor did.

“What do you mean?” He asked in nearly a whisper. He must have misheard you, he thought.

“I mean I have to marry your brother,” you insisted, a little angry that he didn’t seem to understand what was going on. How could he not see what a big deal this was? Whether he felt the same for you or not, he should have at least been upset that his friend was put in this position.

“That’s not the part I was talking about.”

You thought back on what you said, realizing what words had come out of your mouth. You froze up.

“I-” you said, but no more would come out.

“Would you have been happy if it had been me?” He asked. You nodded as your reply and his face lit up right away.

“Sandor,” you said, “this doesn’t change anything.” His face dropped at your words. “I’m still betrothed to your brother. As soon as we go back down there none of this will matter.”

A mischievous glint came across his eyes. 

“What if we didn’t?” He said.

“What do you mean?”

“What if we didn’t go back down there? We could leave right now. Your things are packed already, we could leave this place and never look back.”

Your mind swirled. Was that really an option?

“You don’t have to do that for me Sandor,” you said sadly. “I may have feelings for you, but that doesn’t mean you have to give up your entire life for me.”

Sandor looked at you with sad eyes. 

“Y/n,” he said, “why do you think I would offer this?” You shrugged your shoulders and he sighed. “I have feelings for you too. I wouldn’t be giving up my entire life because you are my entire life. Why would I have kept going to the market otherwise when I never bought anything?”

You suddenly felt very foolish for never noticing. You blushed, looking up into Sandor’s eyes. It finally clicked how close you both were, but you made no attempt to move.

“Sandor,” you whispered, looking up at him. He bent down slowly, giving you plenty of time to protest had you wanted to. He placed his lips to yours. They were dry and rough, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t believe it was happening.

“Let’s get out of here.”

You grabbed your things as did Sandor, quietly opening the door. Your peeked around to try and find anyone, but left the room when you saw the coast was clear. You were thankful to have a guide with you this time, finding an exit easily. 

Just as you thought you had made it out, you heard a voice.

“Y/n?” 

You turned around to see your mother sitting in the grass. She got up, making her way over to you.

“Where are you going dear?”

Your eyes teared up for the millionth time that day, realizing that leaving meant leaving your parents behind as well.

“Mom,” you whispered. “I can’t marry Gregor. Not when I am in love with another man.” You glanced back to Sandor. Your mother smiled at you sadly, knowing what your plan was right away. She placed her hand on your cheek, placing a last kiss to your forehead.

“Go, dear.” She said. She sat down again, ready to watch you go off. Her eyes were sad but you knew she wouldn’t tell anyone about what she saw.

“I love you,” you whispered, making your way back to Sandor.

“Are you ready?” He asked, waiting for your approval to hop on the horse and take off.

You took a deep breath.

“Yes.”