Sandor Clegane X Reader : The Other Lannister Daughter

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Sandor hurried down the steps, soon reaching the courtyard and the large group of troops who stood awaiting him.
"Let's go! Stannis is sending us fresh meat." He stopped for a  moment after spotting Lancel Lannister amongst the group; "You to" he ordered, laying a blow to his chest as he walked past, leaving Lancel stunned.
"Any of these flaming fucking arrows comes near me,
I'll strangle you with your own guts." He added with a scowl.
The group was clearly terrified but followed close behind the large man, out the gate and into the charge.
Sandor looked back addressing them one last time before they charged," any man dies with a clean sword, I'll rape his fucking corpse." He shouted loudly before he, Lancel and his troops began hacking at the Baratheon soldiers.
Left and right body's fell in mounds around the two men, Lancel desperately trying to keep up with Sandor until suddenly he  screamed and stumbled backward, an arrow protruding from his chest. He retreated, not stopping until he fell at Cerci's feet.
Sandor merely chuckled at the sight as he continued to decimate the onslaught of men. Looking about the field, it became clear that both sides where taking on brutal casualties. A scream, one that would put a banshee to shame, drew his attention to the flaming figure that was barreling down on him, Sandor tried to move but found himself firmly rooted where he stood.
The figure is only feet away and drawing close fast until suddenly it fell, an arrow lodged deep in its back. Sandor turned to find Sir Brown, a member of the Kings Guard, stashing a bow before drawing his sword to begin dispatching more Baratheon men.
Sandor's head suddenly started to throb, as a dense fog begins to cloud his mind.
The fires blazing all around him, they seem to all blend into one as the memories of his childhood trauma begins to play behind his eyes. Shaken and pale, he turned and stumbled towards the gate, many of the men falling back behind him.
Once inside the courtyard, amidst the chaos ensuing inside, he tried to clear the daze he still found himself lost within. "Someone bring me a drink," he shouts out roughly aimed to no one in particular, a nearby guard jumping in terror before quickly unhooking his flask and handing it over.
Sandor felt relieved for a moment as he lifted it, swinging a deep gulp, only to spit it out moments later.
"Fuck the water," he growled "bring me wine!" Within a second, the first flask is replaced with another. Sandor downed it all in two gulps, before shuffling off through the courtyard where he passed by Tyrion. The second Tyrion's eyes lay on he flask, he couldn't help but quip,"Can I get you some iced milk and a nice bowl of raspberries as well?" Which immediately transformed Sandor's current daze into anger, " Eat shit, Dwarf." He retorted, though he liked the little man,
he was in no mood for his jokes.
Tyrion continued, seeming to have ignored his comment completely,
" Your on the wrong side of the wall."
Sandor grimaced at the imps words before replying simply,
"I lost half my men. The Blackwater's on fire."
That caught Joffrey's attention, he became quite furious and ordered sharply, "Dog, I command you to go back out there and fight!"
Sandor shuffled his feet, pondering on his next words, his eyes downcast and his brow furrowed.
Tyrion tried to inspire the man, quickly adding, "Your Kings Guard, Clegane. You must beat them back or their going to take this city. Your King's city."
Little did he know he had just thrown a kerosene lantern onto the fire that was already blazing away in Sandor's mind.
Sandor lost it in that moment, his vision growing red,
"Fuck the Kings Guard. Fuck the city. Fuck the king." He shouted, his words echoing slightly; before he turned and fled the scene.

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Tyrion was left speechless,
had Sandor done this any other time he would have applauded the man but current circumstances being as they where  he could only stand there, trying to adequately grasp exactly what to do now. 
A slightly bloody Lancel ran up to the King and without a moment of hesitation, launchied into his message,
" Your Grace, the queen has sent me to bring you back to the Red Keep."
Tyrion could barley keep a strait face mortified by the thought, knowing the ramifications of such an action.
He spoke up, addressing his nephew, " if you don't defend your own city, why should they?" He asked gesturing to the men who stood waiting to be lead beyond the gate.
Joffrey turned to look at both men in turn, as if trying to make up his mind.
After a moment of consideration, he addressed Tyrion, " Uncle, what would you have me do?"
Tyrion, quite pleased to be asked replied,
" Lead. Get out there and lead your people against the invaders who want to kill them."
Joffrey seemed to ponder this before turning to Lancel,
" What did my mother say exactly? Did she have urgent business with me?"
To which came a quick reply of
" she did not say, Your Grace." Lips pursed and eyes glazed with bewilderment, Joffrey strode closer to the edge of the battlement, gazing down at the battle in deep thought.
A harsh voice suddenly rung out above the roar of conversations
"All men to your battlements!" And the boys mind was immediately made up. He looked up finally and called out to two of his guards, "Ser Mandon, Ser Boros,"  who had been standing nearby and rushed over quickly when once summoned,
"stay with my uncle and represent the King on the battlefield."
Once both men had nodded in aggrement, he turned and made a quick exit flanked closely by Lancel.
Podrick rush over to Tyrion, a little winded from the climb.
"I'll lead the attack!" Tyrion announced loudly.
"Pod my helmet, Ser Mandon, you will bear the Kings banner. Men form up. Men, men! They say I'm half a man, but what does that make the lot of you then?" He asked the group of shaken men.
A brave soldier among the lot spoke up, his voice shaking slightly still, "The only way out is Gates. They're at the gates, my Lord."
Tyrion looked amused at this comment, simply stating "There's another way out. I'm going to show you. We'll come out behind then fuck them in the arses!"
He added emphasis on the last and was greeted by a large cheer. Smiling to himself, he began to lead the men down toward the tunnels.
Once the group had reached the mouth of the tunnel, Tyrion once again addressed his troops, hoping to raise their spirits,
"Don't fight for your king and don't fight for his kingdom. Don't fight for honor or glory, don't fight for riches because you wont get any. Fight because at the end of the day, this is your city that Stannis means to sack. That's your gate he's ramming, and if he gets in it will be your houses he burns, your riches he steals and your women he rapes. Those are some brave men to be knocking at our door like that, now let's go kill them!" The Lannister force quietly raised their swords to show their support and followed Tyrion in a charge onto the battlefield.

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Sandor found himself drunk, sitting inside Sansa's chambers when she rushed in quickly barring the  door behind her. He'd grown fond of the girl, finding though that she reminded him so much her it sometimes hurt. Sometimes when he looked at the young Stark girl, he would see those curious forest filled eyes of (Y/n) gazing back at him for a split second before reality would come crashing back in.
As Sansa reached down, picking up a doll that lay where it had fallen after being carelessly tossed on the bed;
Sandor found the courage to speak, " It seems the ladies are beginning to panic."
He must have startled her however, as she turned around quickly her face revealing her fear.
Though as soon as she laid eyes him her face softened  slightly, "What are you doing here?"
She asked, her voice trembling only slightly. 
Sandor grunted before beginning, "Not here for long" he paused for a moment before adding  "I'm going." 
Sansa's mouth fell agape "Where?" She asked the word seeming to fall from her lips. Sendor chuckled slightly,
" Someplace that aint burning. North might be. Could be." He muttered the last bit while  casting his eyes down.
Sansa stared at the man confusion written on her face, "what about the king?" She asked sounding worried.
"He can die just fine on his own",  he retorted quite happily. He took a long drink from the pitcher that sat near by before speaking again, "I could take you with me," he offered, "Take you home to Winterfell." He stood up, taking a step closer to the girl. Images of (Y/n) through his mind, he wanted to protect Sansa like he couldn't do for her.
" I'll keep you safe. Do you want to go home?" He asked finally, gazing down at the girl.
"I'll be safe here" she squeaked out while her eyes where locked on the floor," Stannis won't hurt me."
Sandor stumbled forward, the images of (Y/n) in that room filled his mind,and he vowed to never let it happen again to a person he cared about.
" Look at me! Stannis is a killer," he found himself on the verge of shouting and lowered his voice before he continued, "Most of the Lannisters are killers, your father was a killer. Your brothers are killers. Your sons we be killers someday. The world waa built by killers. So you'd better get used to looking at them". Sansa looked up finally, her eyes searching his face, "You wouldn't hurt me." She added defiantly. Sandor found himself slightly taken aback by her words," No little bird. I wouldn't hurt you. I've seen too many young girls get hurt" he replied before turning and unbarring the door. Sansa found herself pondering his offer but declined. Sendor left the room and heading straight to the Stables where he saddle his horse before heading off north.

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So I was super torn between changing the original story to fit my needs but I promised a slow burn so prepare yourself for pineing and a full story of adventures because I want the character to have more to her than just a live interest so we shall all see together where this goes.