Game of Thrones One Shots

Together Or Not At All: Sandor Clegane x Reader

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 8 EPISODE 5 THE BELLS AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Request: Hello! Love your writings! Could you possibly write something for a Sandor x reader story where they both take on The Mountain together in kings landing, and the reader gets injured trying to help him? But of course they end up killing the mountain and lots of healing fluffyness later on?

Warnings: violence, blood, cursing (I promise that there will be fluff) and warning: I haven't re-watched it yet because it's just too painful so my Cleganebowl itself might not match the actual one.

"Together or not at all", you had told him back in Winterfell. You would face his brother together, or he would have to make new plans.
That is how you had wound up in Kingslanding, just as the sky turned orange and the air turned into fire. All hells were bracing lose and you were heading right into it. People pushed each other out the way, screamed for mercy and you wanted to help them, you did, but you needed to be there for Sandor. He was scared. He wouldn't admit it, but you could see the fear flicker through his eyes every time that dragon screeched. The fire, this city, his brother.
Still, you pushed through to the Keep, just in time to see its walls crumble and fall. It had never fallen before, not like this. When dragons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms, nothing had made these red stones fall apart. Now, that a dragon was trying to reclaim them, those very wills bended to her will and shattered into dust.

You were saying goodbye to the little wolf. Sandor had convinced her to go and live on, to not become what he was. You truly wished that he would see that it wasn't too late for him either, but there was no use in trying. His mind was set and the only thing you could do now, was to be there for him.

"Take care of him", Arya told you as you kissed the top of her head. These two. They wouldn't admit it, not if someone held a knife to their throats, but they were fond of each other.

"Are you coming", Sandor grunted. It was time. The next minutes would define your future.

"Goodbye little wolf." You turned on the heel of you boot and ran after Sandor. "I'm going to miss her", you said under your breath.

"You don't have to do this."

"Yes I do", you hissed, "We are one. And if you need to do this, then so do I." His eyes closed in pain of the reality that you would both be meeting your end here. He brought a hand to the back of your head and lifted your face to his. Ever so slowly, he kissed you. That kiss was like none of the ones he had given you before. It was as if he was pouring all of his love into that one kiss, as if he was trying to imprint the feel of your lips on his into his brain, as if he needed to remember every detail of it for the after life.
When he pulled back again, he gazed into your eyes one last time. "At least I'll die a happy man."
You were going to say something to him, confess your love one last time, but there he was. Gregor Clegane. He was nothing but a ghost of what he had used to be. His eyes were hidden behind a large helmet, but you could feel them burning Sandor alive.

Your hand was already reaching for your sword. You weren't ready, not for the fight that was bound to happen, for Sandor to die and for your live to be over. In a way, that uplifted you. You had something to live for. Gregor did not. And if Sandor had truly ever loved you, he wouldn't just be fighting for himself and the pain that his older brother had caused, but also for you.

You hadn't realised just how little humanity was left in the Mountain, until he had smashed the Queen's master into to walls like he had been nothing but a fly. Even the Queen couldn't command him anymore and, in the end, she left the scene.

They charged at each other like mad men, like their bodies were filled with nothing but rage. They slammed their sword into each other and cut through the air with abominable force. Gregor was good. But he was alone. He was just one person. He had nobody. Sandor had you.

You cut into him multiple times, handling your blade swiftly and lightly. Gregor backed Sandor into a wall and you were terrified. Now, it was you who turned mad. You stabbed into his back furiously. All you wanted, was to get him off Sandor. He was not allowed to hurt him. He was not allowed to kill him. With a leap of your foot you managed to slice right into his head.

It had worked. There was surely no way he could survive that. And he staggered back. Sandor was released from his grip and coughed violently. Coughing was good. Coughing meant that he was alive. You were about to flash him a smile, jump into his arms and take him away from this horrid place, when you felt a big hand on your shoulder.
Gregor was walking towards you, your dagger still sticking out the back of his head, tiny droplets of black running down his pale neck. You had not killed him. He was still very much alive.

Then, you were sent flying into the tower walls. Right next to you, where there had once stood a strong wall, was nothing now. You could see the burning city, fire raging through it, underneath you. The pressure on your arm tightened and you heard something snap. Shocked with the pain washing through your body, you let go of your sword. It hit the ground with a shatter and then you were screaming. You realised what he was doing. He was going to break every bone in your body.

Your eyes wandered to find Sandor. You had never seen him in such pain. He struggled to get up again, to come to your rescue but his legs would not allow it. A burning heat was induced to your body when he crushed your shoulder like it was a grape. Again, you cried out, begged for him to stop, but Gregor smiled. He was enjoying this.

His hands travelled to your neck. He was going to end you, maybe just break your jaw. You shut your eyes tight, waiting for the impact of his force, waiting to shatter underneath his blows. But that impact never came.

"Fucking die", Sandor roared, and you opened your eyes just in time to see him charge at his brother from behind, putting your sword through his back and pushing him out of the tower. Your gaze followed his massive body. A small smile tried to cross your lips at the justice of a giant cloud of fire enveloped him, but your mouth turned into a scowl.

You were in so much pain, you weer going to throw up. It had hurt like hell before, but now, it was unbearable. Heavy sobs rippled through your body as you collapsed to the floor.
Sandor had just been standing next to you, drinking in his victory, when his eyes found yours. You couldn't even see clearly anymore. Your vision had turned white from all the pain.

"I've got you", he said, panic in his voice. Then, he lifted you into his arms and carried you out the castle. Every so often you would scream again. It was torture to him and you were trying to suppress your cries, but it was no use.

"Kill me", you begged him. "Please, if you've ever loved me, kill me."

"No", he said grinding his teeth, "like you said, together or not at all." He raced you out of the burning city, holding you against him tightly, caressing your cheek and kissing you softly to ease the pain.

A/N: I have decided to split this into two parts, so, look out for the second part. I will probably upload it tonight – if I have the energy – or tomorrow.
I swear that I write for other characters. I just get mainly Sandor requests. Not that I'm complaining, I love that man. I hereby swear that the next fic I'll upload won't be Sandor. (Don't worry though, my dear Sandor-stans, I have two more request for him in my ask box.)

Which brings me to my next point: feel free to request anything you like. The only thing I will not write is smut because I suck at that and you wouldn't want to read it, trust me on this.