Game of Thrones Oneshots

Sandor x Lannister Reader- Together

You stood on the battlements of Winterfell. Staring out to the swirling inky blackness of night. When you had found out Cersei was not sending reinforcements to fight the Night King, you had made your way to that very position and simmered in quiet anger. Leaving you and Jamie to possibly die at the hands of the dead. Your brother had begged you to leave as you had no skill in battle whatsoever. But you couldn't leave. Not when the man you loved was in Winterfell. Ready to fight the Night King's legion.

Just by thinking about him, the tension in your body faded. He was and always has been your rock. A vice that kept you sane. You remembered the day you met him and smiled to yourself. He had just arrived to King's Landing, big and grumpy. It took one shared look to feel an undeniable pull between one another. But much to your surprise, Sandor was too scared to approach you first. So in the end you marched over to him, invited him for a walk and would visit him every day until he gave in and opened up to you. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since that day. You thanked the gods that you had Sandor to help you through it all.

"Trying to scare off the dead with your terrifying glare?" The deep rumbling of his voice grounded you to reality and you turned with a chuckle. Finding Sandor standing behind you with a water skin full of what you assumed to be wine.

You held out a hand, silently asking for him to hand it over. "First time you ever admitted that I am terrifying."

"Only to make you feel better." He placed the water skin in your hand. Once you turned away from him, taking a deep swig of wine, he approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. "Sorry to be the one to tell you this but you can hardly intimidate a kitten."

"I can be scary!" With a playful grumble you lightly slapped his hand. His deep rumbling chuckle vibrated against your back. Warmth seeping through your furs. You mindlessly played with his fingers and stared out beyond the walls of Winterfell. An army of White Walkers were marching this way. Each passing second held the steady arrival of those who didn't need to eat or sleep. "You need to be careful, Sandor."

He offered a questioning hum and you squeezed your eyes shut. Heart twisting in fear. Fear for your life. For all those who were in the North. For your lover. Your voice trembled, nose sniffling, as you said, "I know you're a tough bastard to kill. But please, don't you dare die. I don't know what I'd do without you...what we'd do without you."

You moved his hands to your stomach and felt Sandor release a heavy breath against your neck. Seconds of pure silence went by. Drawing out your anxiety into the pit of your stomach. A lump formed in your throat as Sandor slowly turned you around. Hands resting on your cheeks and made you look up at him. His eyes searched your face for any hint that you were just teasing him. But your conviction to the truth shone through and his mouth hanged open.

"Are you carrying my child?" Sandor slid his hands down to your shoulders and you could feel them shake. "Truly?"

The hope in his eyes made your heart swell as you pecked his lips and lingered to mutter, "you will be a father. So don't you dare leave us behind."

Before you could object, Sandor lifted you up. Swinging you around in a circle as he barked out a joyful cheer. You were laughing when he placed you back down and he smacked a kiss on your forehead, "when this is done, I am going to marry you. Then our son will officially be a little lord of House Clegane."

"A son? What makes you so sure?" Shifting your weight onto one leg, you quirked a brow his way.

Sandor shrugged, scarred face still beaming, "I just know."

"So you'll be careful."

"Darling, I'll decapitate the Night King and shove his head up his ass myself to get back to you," He pulled away from you, holding you at arms length as he looked you up and down. "You better stay safe yourself. No stupid acts of heroism. Not when you've got another life to think about."

"Of course."

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Dead bodies littered Winterfell. So many had died defending Westeros and all that were left were weary and wounded men. Jon and Daenerys took a heavy blow that night. You were searching to see if you had taken the brunt of it as well. Looking at each dead man's face. Seeking out that unique scar.

It took too long for your liking and you had to stop for a moment to calm yourself. You braced an arm on the wall, hand resting on your stomach, as you drew in and exhaled deep breaths. Dark whispers of your fears began to rise. Draining out all noise into a dull hum. If Sandor is amongst the dead, then you don't know how to cope. But you'd find a way. For your child who'd grow up fatherless. You'd fight tooth and claw to make sure the baby lives a happy life, even if you had to do it on your own.

Tears fell as you pressed your hand over your mouth and nose. Trying to suppress the sound of your pained sobs. It took all the strength you had to pull yourself together, only to come undone again as you heard the voice you longed to hear, "Takes a lot more than dead men to kill me."

You spun around and launched yourself into his arms. A strange choked sound squeezed out your throat. Alive. Sandor was alive. "You survived!"

"Aye. Cause I've got a woman to marry and a child to raise." With that said, Sandor watched your face light up and branded every inch of your face into his memory.

Together, you'll raise your child. Together, you'll carve a path to a happier future.