#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.

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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.”

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In the latest episode of Game of Thrones, Dany and Jon Snow finally meet, Cersei keeps winning and Lady Olenna goes out like an O.G.

GOT didn’t waste any time giving us the meeting we’ve all been waiting for.  At the top of the show, Jon Snow arrived on Dragonstone, greeted by Tyrion, Missandei and some of the Unsullied and Dothraki.  “The Bastard of Winterfell.”  “The Dwarf of Casterly Rock.”  Jon and Tyrion smile at each other and shake hands, recalling their last meeting at the Wall oh so long ago.  After introductions all around, Missandei gets down to business.  She welcomes Jon and his men before “asking” them to hand over their weapons.  Jon, knowing he has no choice, agrees before handing his sword over to Qhono, one of the finest Dothraki men I’ve seen since Khal Drogo (whose real name is Staz Nair, by the way).  Weapons collected, they all make their way to Dany.  On the way, the dragons make an appearance (coincidentally right after Jon uttered the words, “I’m not a Stark”), with Drogon scaring the beejezus out of Jon and Davos.  “I’d say you’ll get used to them.  But you never really do.”  Tyrion helps Jon up and they continue their walk to the castle.

High above on a hill, Melisandre watches as Jon makes his way to Dany.  Varys appears, and wonders why she didn’t show her face to Jon.  She reveals that things weren’t exactly cozy between her and the King in the North.  She tells Varys that she will be leaving for Volantis.  When Varys tells Melisandre to stay there, she tells the Spider that she will return one last time.  “I have to die in this strange country.  Just like you.”  Then Melisandre gives the speechless Varys a look that said, “I know I fucked up, but I can still fuck you up.”

Inside the Audience Chamber, Dany is sitting on her badass throne as Missandei rattles off her Queen’s many, many titles.  Davos, however, keeps it simple.  “This is Jon Snow.  He’s King in the North.”  Dany doesn’t waste any time:  bend the knee, Snow.  Welp, Jon ain’t tryin’ to do all of that.  He’s just there to convince Dany that the white walkers are coming and they need to fight together.  White walkers?  Night King?  What is this foolishness?  Dany thinks Jon is making it up and tells him that she has survived tons of men doing unspeakable things to keep her from gaining the throne.  She’s survived assassins, rape, defilement and chains.  She made it through it all and now she is in Westeros with an army and three dragons.  “I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms.  And I will.”  But Jon counters that sentiment: “You’ll be ruling over a graveyard if we don’t defeat the Night King.”  Tyrion tries to convince Jon to bend the knee, but he refuses.  Dany tells him then that since he claims to be King in the North of a kingdom that rightfully belongs to her, he is in open rebellion.  Before things escalate any further, Varys comes running in (I don’t think I’ve ever seen him run).  Dany excuses Jon and Davos, telling Qhono to watch them, in Dothraki, of course.  Jon and the Onion Knight are escorted out of the Audience Chamber.

Varys tells Dany about the attack on Ellaria and Yara.  She wonders aloud if all the Greyjoys and Sand Snakes were killed or captured.  Cue the chicken shit we know as Theon Greyjoy a.k.a. Reek As Fuck.  The remaining Iron Born who survived Euron’s attack pull him from the water.  They ask about Yara, with Theon telling them he tried to save her.  But they all know the truth:  Theon is a broken, weak and cowardly man now.  The looks of disgust on the men’s faces said it all.

Back in King’s Landing, Euron returns to a hero’s welcome, waiving to the crowd as he parades Ellaria, Tyene and Yara through the streets.  Euron is having the time of his life and lets the adulation envelop him.  In the Throne Room, Euron puts Ellaria and Tyene at Cersei’s feet.  If the Queen could have killed them both then and there, she would have.  Jaime is on the sidelines pissed off cuz Euron brought justice for Myrcella to the Queen.  Cersei tells Euron that he deserves a reward and will give him his “heart’s desire” when the war is won.  Only the Father knows what that means.

Later, Ellaria and Tyene are chained and gagged in one of the dungeons.  I was afraid that Cersei would sic Ser Gregor on them but she did something even worse.  Cersei had Qyburn concoct the poison used on Myrcella and kissed Tyene with it.  What’s worse, Ellaria would have to watch her daughter die a slow, possibly painful death, never able to hold her child again.  She would watch as her daughter dies, decomposes and becomes bone and ash.  Cersei’s justice is swift and exceedingly painful.

After, the Queen, hot from meting out justice, goes to her chambers where her brother/lover is relaxing.  He’s removed his golden hand but he tries to put it back on when she walks in.  She stops him, kissing him deeply before grabbing his ass and kissing his oh so special place.  If this were anyone else, it would be hot as hell but since they’re brother and sister it’s damn gross.  In the morning, the twins are in bed, with Jaime watching his crazy sister sleep.  A knock at the door wakes her, and she gets up to answer it.  Jaime tells her to wait since they can’t be seen in bed together, but Cersei is the Queen and she’ll do what she likes.  One of her servants is at the door and she sees a naked Jaime lying in bed.  The girl smartly averts her eyes and delivers the message to the Queen without batting an eyelash.  See no evil, and all that.

Dressed, Cersei greets a rep from the Iron Bank, who is there to get the bank’s money.  The Lannisters may be powerful, but their asses are broke and they owe the Iron Bank a ton of money.  They would have had the money from the Tyrells if Cersei hadn’t killed most of them.  But she convinces the rep that House Lannister always pays its debts and the Iron Bank should invest in them during the war.  The rep, impressed with her, agrees and holds off on taking all her shit to pay back the bank.

Back at Dragonstone, Tyrion and Jon are brooding.  Well, Jon is brooding, that’s one of his strengths.  Tyrion is trying to brood as well as Jon, but is losing that battle.  Jon is a prisoner at Dragonstone and Tyrion didn’t see Euron’s attack coming.  What now?  Tyrion is good with words and uses them wisely.  He convinces Jon to ask Dany for something that will be easily given.  So, Tyrion, on behalf of Jon, goes to his Queen and asks for the dragon glass.  She still doesn’t believe Jon about the Night King, but if they’re going to be allies somehow, they’ll need to compromise.

The two Targaryens meet up outside and seeing them face off while the dragons fly overhead gave me chills.  Dany agrees to Jon’s dragon glass request but reminds him that she still wants him to bend the knee.  He ain’t gonna do that and they come to a tense truce.  I swear, the day these two-fight side by side (if that happens) will be spectacular.  Here’s hoping GOT doesn’t fuck with our emotions before it can happen.

At Winterfell, Sansa is running shit like a boss, with Littlefinger running up behind her.  She knows how to rule, but she’s still vulnerable to Lord Baelish.  I’m praying she puts a sword to his neck before he can get inside her head.  On cue, Lord Baelish starts with the whispers in her ear again but is interrupted.  Someone is at the gate.  It’s Bran and Meera, tired and world-weary.  Sansa hugs her brother and at that moment, I got something in my eye.  It wasn’t a tear or anything, but my eyes did water from whatever was bothering them.

At the family gods wood tree, Bran tries to explain what he is to his sister, which, not for nothing, is damned difficult.  So, he tries another approach.  Bran describes how she looked on the night she married Ramsay, and Sansa almost loses it.  She tells Bran that she needs to go back inside.  As she walks back, you could see the nightmares of her time with Ramsay coming back to haunt her.

At the Citadel, a seemingly cured Jorah is being examined.  He doesn’t tell the Archmaester how it happened, just chalked it up to rest and the climate.  But the Archmaester knows better.  He tells Jorah he’s free to go and Sam he’ll talk to him later tonight.  Sam asks Jorah where he’ll go and he tells him to be with his Khaleesi.  Because of course.  Later that night, the Archmaester asks Sam how the forbidden procedure was done and he answers simply:  he read the book and followed the instructions.  Sam isn’t immediately expelled from the Citadel but he is punished for what he’s done.

At Dragonstone, Dany is meeting with Tyrion about hitting Casterly Rock.  She wants to attack Euron using one of her dragons but her people talk her out of it.  Instead, Halfman reveals the secret that is within his home’s walls:  there is a secret passage through the sewers that he had built himself.  Grey Worm and his men effortlessly find their way inside and take Casterly Rock.  But the taking was just too easy.  That’s because it was a damn trap.  Grey Worm looks out to the ocean and sees Euron’s fleet attacking the Unsullied’s ships.  The rest of the Lannister army is at Highgarden, where they easily take Lady Olenna’s ancestral home.

Jaime goes to Lady Olenna directly, who is seated at a table alone.  She knows the battle is over and that House Tyrell will end after this day.  So, she goes out of this world her way.  As Jaime pours two glasses of wine, she tells him what she really thinks of Cersei.  She tells him that Cersei is a monster, capable of things she never could have imagined.  Jaime doesn’t want to hear any of this and decides it’s time to end things.  Lady Olenna asks him how her death will happen and he reveals a small vial of poison, which he empties in one of the glasses.  She asks if there will be pain and he says no.  She drinks up, and then fucks Jaime’s head up.  Lady Olenna of House Tyrell tells him that she would have hated to die like his son, the Brat King Joffrey.  How awful it must have been to see blood and bile come out of Joffrey’s mouth, his face turn purple.  To die in agony while Jaime could do nothing but watch.  She triggers him, but continues to fuck with him: she reveals that she was the one who killed Joffrey.  You see, she had never seen the poison in action.  The enormity of what she has revealed is not lost on Jaime, who is helpless to do anything about it.  As the two stare at each other for the last time, Lady Olenna delivers the final blow: “Tell Cersei I want her to know it was me.”  Jaime walks out of that chamber, leaving Lady Olenna, the Queen of Thorns of House Tyrell to die the way she lived:  like a damn gangster.

Will Cersei continue her winning streak?  Will Dany keep taking L after L?  Will Sansa continue to run Winterfell like a badass?  And will Bran tell Jon the truth of his lineage?

Stay tuned.

Game of Thrones airs Sundays at 9pm on HBO.  Photos courtesy of HBO.

Game of Thrones – Season 7 – The Queen’s Justice In the latest episode of Game of Thrones, Dany and Jon Snow finally meet, Cersei keeps winning and Lady Olenna goes out like an O.G.