GoT One-Shots!

A Broken Hound (Sandor Clegane x reader)

The door to the kitchen burst open and Sandor Clegane came in holding his left hand in his right. The others in the room scattered away but you simply looked over your shoulder. "What happened, Sandor?" you asked quietly. "Punched a wall," he replied. You cocked a brow. Sandor never punched walls. He punched people, men mostly. "Um...why?" He mumbled something you couldn't understand as you took his injured hand in yours.

"It's broken, I'm afraid. Why would punch a wall?" you found a spare bandage you always kept in the kitchen. Sandor didn't trust the Maesters, but for some reason he did trust you. "I'm tired of fightin' all the time. Been doin' it since I was young. So I hit the wall instead of the man." You gave a nod and wrapped the bandage around his bloodied knuckles. "Why did you start fighting in the first place? I mean, all those years ago? Not that you're old or anything..." you trailed off, blushing at your rambling.

Sandor gave a wry chuckle and replied, "After what happened with Gregor, I knew I had ta learn how ta protect myself from everyone." You finished bandaging his hand and backed away to make tea. You asked quietly, "Are you talking about your scars?" He grunted. "My brother held my face over an open flame. That was the beginning. I've got others from protecting that little brat," he responded when you looked at him over your shoulder. You didn't have to ask to know that the "little brat" was Joffrey.

Once the tea was finished, you turned to find Sandor staring off into space and you could swear there were tears in his eyes. "Sandor? Are you alright?" He mumbled something, causing you to shake your head. "Alright. You don't have to tell me. Why don't you talk to me about something else?" Sandor grumbled and got up, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

Later that night, there was a knock on your chamber door. You opened it to find a melancholy looking Sandor. You let him in without a word and watched as his tall frame entered the room and sat down on your bed. With no prompting whatsoever, Sandor began to talk. He talked for what seemed like hours and you would not interrupt him even if you wanted to. Sandor rarely talked and you were not about to stop him. He told you about each and every scar he'd received in service of the king, in tourneys, various fights, and in his attempts to look after Arya Stark and his fight with Brienne of Tarth.

Sandor watched you as he spoke to you. He told you everything that had happened to him, things he hadn't told anyone before. You simply sat and listened in amazement. Then, something happened that you never thought you'd see. Sandor Clegane, the Hound, started crying. It wasn't loud or obvious, but the tears were definitely there. Not knowing what else to do, you walked over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He didn't shrug it off like you expected him to. It was clear to you that he had finally been worn down. Just like everyone else, Sandor had his breaking point and he'd finally reached it. After years of fighting for others, he was finally broken. You stood with your hand on his shoulder until the tears stopped. When he was finished, Sandor stood and faced you. With a grunt of thanks, he left the room. For the next several days, he returned every night just for your comforting presence.

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