Okay, I’ve tried (and failed) to be normal about him but I can’t… this is me screaming into the void in the hopes I find other lovers of Sandor Clegane!
If you’re into fics, I have a few up on AO3! Here’s the latest I posted (and wrote) it this morning instead of sleeping 🙃
RITUAL | 891 words (but I may add 2 chapters because of who I am as a person obsessed)
“Sandor retired to his empty bedchamber in the White Sword Tower, but he would get little sleep tonight. He would bide his time until the hour of ghosts when he would stalk through the shadows thrown by torch light; it had become his ritual. When the time was at hand, he made his way to the baths in the Keep. He found he was seldom bothered bathing at this hour. He chose the room he had come to prefer and stripped. First his armour, then his middle garments, then finally his smallclothes. He tossed it all against the wall, chose the farthest bath, and lowered his muscular body into the warm embrace of the water. He sat and kept his eyes trained on the door.
His heart started beating faster in anticipation; the first few times felt like a mistake, then a coincidence… but now, now it was a ritual… their ritual.”
Okay, I’ve tried (and failed) to be normal about him but I can’t… this is me screaming into the void in the hopes I find other lovers of Sandor Clegane!
If you’re into fics, I have a few up on AO3! Here’s the latest I posted (and wrote) it this morning instead of sleeping 🙃
RITUAL | 891 words (but I may add 2 chapters because of who I am as a person obsessed)
“Sandor retired to his empty bedchamber in the White Sword Tower, but he would get little sleep tonight. He would bide his time until the hour of ghosts when he would stalk through the shadows thrown by torch light; it had become his ritual. When the time was at hand, he made his way to the baths in the Keep. He found he was seldom bothered bathing at this hour. He chose the room he had come to prefer and stripped. First his armour, then his middle garments, then finally his smallclothes. He tossed it all against the wall, chose the farthest bath, and lowered his muscular body into the warm embrace of the water. He sat and kept his eyes trained on the door.
His heart started beating faster in anticipation; the first few times felt like a mistake, then a coincidence… but now, now it was a ritual… their ritual.”
Watching scandal for the first time. I'm ridiculously attracted to Huck and his murderous tendencies. That man is a killer with a moral code. Might be a weird moral code but he has one. Why has no one written fanfictions for this man
Old Dog, New Tricks Series Masterlist (Sandor Clegane x Female Reader)
Summary: After Sandor Clegane is rescued from the Stranger's door, he is forced to consider a future without violence, without abuse, and without servitude. Can he find a new purpose? Can he help more than he has harmed? And can he share a purpose with anyone else?
Characters/Relationships: Sandor Clegane, OC female character called Kya, Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr, Jon Snow, Tormund Giantsbane, Gendry Waters, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Sandor Clegane x OC female character, Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth Jon Snow x Daenerys Targaryen
Fic Tags/Warnings: whole fic is 18+, minors DNI, cursing, violence and gore, eventual smut, some serious smutage, takes place season 6 onwards, canon divergence, last season what last season?, the only mad queen around here is Cersei Lannister, reader has a name, third person POV, grumpy x sunshine reader, sunshine character x sunshine protector, i am a sucker for the "grumpy old man who's mean to everyone except this one special person to whom he is unbelievable sweet" trope
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Are you looking for a dose of Sandor?! Well, I’ve posted the latest chapter of my Sandor Clegane x Female OC fic on A03!
It’s a longfic that’s still in it’s early days, but I’m getting back into the rhythm of writing/editing. It’s rated explicit (and will be quite smutty). Please read the AO3 tags before diving in.
Are you looking for a dose of Sandor?! Well, I’ve posted the latest chapter of my Sandor Clegane x Female OC fic on A03!
It’s a longfic that’s still in it’s early days, but I’m getting back into the rhythm of writing/editing. It’s rated explicit (and will be quite smutty). Please read the AO3 tags before diving in.
harwin strong is what people want fanon sandor clegane to be. they both play important roles in the story. for example they are both my future baby daddies-
Cw- drowning, cpr, reader has hair, fem reader, skin color not relevant, kissing. Mutal pining
Walking by the lake side with Sansa and a few other royal ladies while they gossip and giggle was supposed to be fun and contentful. You had a few guards including sandor clegane, too look after your little group.
You've grown fond of sandor. When your mother sent you to king's landing to entrust cersi to find you a prince fit for you, you grew closer to the giant gruff man than the 200 suitors who approached you. You'd often find yourself searching for him. Even if he has a job to do you'd watch him spar with others or stand quietly next to jeoffry or the queen herself. And he would look for you all the same, hes watch as you sat and read under the gardens shade, or just like now, would accompany you on a stroll.
Your small entourage stops by the lake side on top of the small over bridge.
“Oh look at the knights.” one lady says as a large group of knights and knights in training head twords you all. Some on horseback.
“I do love a man in uniform.” another lady says they all giggle you took down at the water the clear greenish blue and the ducks that sit upon it.
“Don't you princess?” she asks you. You turn around to see her and the others smiling at you.
“Oh.yes very much.” you reply taking a quick glance at sandor who is looking the opposite direction.. You turn around to continue admiring the ducks when your sheer shall is blown from your arm with the gust of light wind. You gasp seeing it landing on a branch ever so barely in reach. You hold out your arm to reach stretching out and grasping your fabric between your fingers before carefully pulling it back into your arms.
When you turn back around you meet with the large group of knights and the horse which startles at shifting bricks beneath its hoof. The side of the horse as the rider tries to gain control shoves you causing you to fall backward over the edge into the water. Commotion of the other women screaming for your safety as the small current of the lake shifts your frame. As you try to swim up you're weighed down but the weight of your dress head is still under water. The guard rushes to your aid but Sandor pushes them out of the water, stripping off the heaviest parts of his armor before diving in after you.
To make matters worse the fabric of your gown has tangled in the settled branches and brush within the water. The burning in your lungs from lack of oxygen causes panic to surge through you as you pull on your dress. Your vision becomes spotty as you try to inhale only taking in water before your sight goes black.
Sandor swims down to you pulling his dagger from his side and cuts your top gown before pulling you into his arms and swimming back up with you. He lays you back seeing you're not breathing. He takes a breath before connecting your lips with his before blowing air into your lungs and begins to pump your chest repeating this twice before you turn on your side coughing up water gasping for breath.
You hold onto sandor as your keel to the side coughing. More commotion ensues as cersi comes running down the edge.
“Is she okay.?!” she asks worriedly.
“Yes, your grace.” a guard says
Sandor packs you up in his arms. As cersi tells another to get the maester as soon as he can. You don't realize your crying until cersi wipes your tears telling you it'll be alright.
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You open your eyes surrounded by warmth. You're in your chambers you must've fainted again. You recall what happened realizing Sandor saved you. You look around your room for a dressing robe to put on only to find Sandor sitting by the side of your bed sharpening his sword quietly.
“S-sandor?” you speak. He stops and looks up to you. He gets up putting the weapon down.
“You saved me…thank you.” you say
“It's just water.” he says
“I fainted, I don't remember much after I hit the water…how did you save me?” you ask. Sandor looks at you stepping closer, your eyes looking up at him your face pure want and confusion. Your hair messed, in the sheer night dress, the soft pillows and duvet around you, the sheer canopy flowing ever softly around the posts.
“I gave you air…my father did it for my brother once i assumed id work on you.” he says giving a huff as he mentions his brother.
“How? You don't know magic.” you ask as you shift onto your knees sitting up.
“It's hard to explain.” he answers.
“Then show? I might need it if I come across someone who's drowning.” you say.
He steps closer to you at the edge side of your bed he moves part of the canopy to the side you face more. Your eyes are glued down to his middle to wait to see his hands do some magical movement but his free hand comes up to lift your chin. You look up at him.
“I won't show you.” he says
“Why?” you ask a little annoyed.
“You have to put your lips to the other person and blow your breath into their lungs” he says your heartbeat pounds your chest and your breath hitches.
“And you're not drowning. So there's no need for extra air.” he ends as he's about to lean back. You take a hold of his wrist keeping him where he is.
“You could demonstrate without giving me air.” you say looking up at him. He moves back closer to you. His face stops centimeters away from your face. His eyes flick down to your lips before backup to yours.
“P-please…” you say quietly. Without a second he presses his lips softly against yours before pulling back slightly and then diving back into you. His hand that's holding up your chin now rests on your waist pulling you up and into him your arms find themselves around his neck holding onto him. The kiss lasts for a bit until you both pull back still staying close lips almost grazing over.
“Marry me.” he says.
“Yes.” you reply without thought or hesitation. You've wanted Sandor since you saw him. His stern demeanor slowly broke away with your interest and kindness. And he will cherish you and what's to come always.
throwing this into the void in the hopes someone sees this and answers 😅
ao3 folks: what format is best for a long fic?
Context: I’m fairly new to the site and have a long fic I would like to put out (currently ~100k words). My fic follows a three part structure (although I have a prologue, 2 alternate endings, and some bonus content that I may or may not post). While some elements are still in flux there maybe 20 (or more) chapters in act one alone, with word counts spanning between ~2000-10,000.
I have already put out a prologue and just put out the first chapter of act one today but realized that I am not familiar with best practices here (I’ve done some research but not sure I’ve found an answer I think works)
I’ve currently structured it into a series on ao3 but would it be best to have all the chapters for act one fall under part one of the series, or to have each chapter act as a part in the series and then have three connected series? An mysterious third option I’m overlooking?
I know this is a bit “rambly”and I’m still confused myself but I truly would appreciate any sort of feedback or advice! ❤️
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