Rating: Mature/18+ Fandom: My Time at Sandrock Relationship: Builder/Logan Word Count: Ongoing Rewrite [107,447] Tags: Lovestory. Action. Fluff/Angst. Friendships. Enemies to Friends to Lovers. Multiple Chapters. Hurt/comfort. Pinning. Jealousy. POV Third Person/Third Person Omniscent/Multiple. Eventual Smut. Plot with Porn. Mention of Minor Character Death (OC). Major Character Death.  Canon Death. Injury. Fight. Weapons. Gun fighting. Daggers. Break up. Pining. Mutual Pining. Yearning. Nightmare. Alcoholism. Mention of Suicide. Grief. PTSD. Mentions of Suicide. Explicit language. Smut. Eventual Happy Ending. Beta Reader cynthiaMD.

Summary

“They found themselves in a room that should never exist. This was a time of armistice and prosperity, and yet, there they were, a testament to the price that peace exacts.”

'We're better off as friends.'

The words echoed in the liminal spaces inside his head, taunting him. The mistake stared at him blindly; he broke her heart. The moment the speech fell from his lips, he'd been living with the consequences; he yearned for the time she was his, but the circumstances refused to grant him a second chance. A complication regarding a mission stood in their way — an unknown entity orchestrated and held the strings of fate and destiny.

The operation was wrapped in a veil of secrecy; at stake, teetering at the verge, was the survival of their way of life. The risks were great, and failure was not an option.

Falling in Love and dreaming of a future were a luxury she couldn’t afford. She should have known better. It was a costly mistake, one that Logan was going to pay the price for. His heart was on the line, and she knew she was going to be the one who'd deal the devastating blow, breaking it in a way he’d never recover, like Howlett.

How was she supposed to reconcile that she loved him more than life itself, and yet she’d hurt him beyond forgiveness?

“You can’t save me…not this time.”

The words laced with an unwavering devotion, uttered devoid of pretense, resolute, a determination made as if the moment had been etched by destiny long before their paths crossed. The ocean blue irises deepened, beheld her beautiful emerald green ones, locked, he refused to yield, as they stood at the precipice.

Author's Note:

Update: 03122026. It's been almost a year since this story was brought into the ether. I've grown as a writer. I will be editing. The story will remain the same, major plot points and beats, I'm just aiming for a better reader experience for both you and me.

A story is just letters on a former blank sheet of paper, until a reader decides to engage with the written word. Thank you😊 for being here. If you are so inclined, say hello in the comments. I'd love to hear from you. [Chapters 21-30 on the editing block]

This story stemmed from a simple premise: “What would happen if Logan and Builder broke up?”

From there, the intricate web grew into this monster of a story, with twists and turns that I, someone new to writing, didn’t expect. Join me as we discover and navigate the story together.

An AU that seeks to explain why the builder is adept at fighting and why Atara readily offered assistance during the Siege of Sandrock. The story takes place after Act III of MTaS. When asked what it was all about in relation to the game, I envisioned it as a DLC after the main story.

NSFW chapters are tagged. 🗡️⚔️🗡️ The true warrior behind the words… Special thanks to my non-player sister, beta-reader: CynthiaMD

A Game of Thrones Fanfiction - Sneak Peek

The man had been unconscious for days, and yet he continued to live.

Nell marveled at the entire thing. Other men would have died from these wounds well before Ray stumbled upon his body lying in the valley. This man should have died from them as well, but something had kept him going, something was pulling his body toward life well after he should have given in to the clutches of death.

Sometimes, she found herself wondering at what sort of story he had. She’d picture tragic little tales in the back of her mind, full of heartache and loss. They were the only stories she knew, to be honest; they were the only stories people lost in the wilds had.

How could a man with a scar such as his have a life full of happiness?

Emma: I wonder what the family mottos are. Do you know any?

Julian: The Lightwood family motto is 'we mean well'

Emma: Very funny.

Julian: No, really, it actually is.

Emma: Seriously? so what's the Herondale family motto? 'Chiseled but angsty?

Julian: 'If you don't know what your last name is, it's probably Herondale'?

Emma: What about Carstairs? 'We have a sword'? 'Blunt instruments are for losers'?

Julian: Morgenstern. 'When in doubt, start a war'?

Emma: How about 'Has even one of us ever been any good, like ever, seriously'?

Julian: Seems long, and kind of on the nose.

(Besides Arya?)

Name: Jenna Clegane

Gender: Female

General Appearance: She’s a scrawny little nothing who is just as comfortable in dresses as she is in pants. Just don’t expect either one to be in a decent state at the end of the day.

Personality: hyper ball of happiness. Loves to help, but loves to play tricks even more. 

Special Talents: She’s good with animals. They literally flock to her. Makes her a good hunter as well.

Who they like better: She adores her father. Sandor “the biggest grump in the realm” Clegane can’t do anything wrong in her eyes. 

Who they take after more: Oh, she has her mother’s lively spirit.

Personal Head canon: Every day, Jenna attempts to sneak up on her father. It never works, but she never stops. It’s a bit like a game now.

Face claim: Dafne Keen

Blunt Instruments - A Game of Thrones Fanfiction

“What issue do you have with the Brotherhood?”

“They tried to kill me.”

“Doesn’t sound so different from anyone else, really.”

He snorted. 

Blunt Instruments - A Game of Thrones Fanfiction

When the world has worn a person down to the unrecognizable, what is there to do but die? Life, however, had not been done with Nell, and it certainly was not done with Sandor Clegane. A blunted sword can be sharpened, an instrument broken can play once more, and even a person can find themselves again in the darkness.

5. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”

Nell had watched Sandor Clegane all evening from across the fire. She watched him frown at every story Ray told, grumble at any offerings of food, practically bark when someone so much as looked his way. She’d seen caged dogs with less bite. 

Guess the name was appropriate then. 

He hadn’t noticed her scrutiny, however. Probably because she sat so close to the flames, and he wanted to have as little to do with them as possible. 

When he nearly scared the piss out of a man who was just trying to walk by, Nell decided to intervene, dusting off her skirts and hiking up to the tree he sat by. 

She leaned against said tree, crossing her arms, looking down at the top of his head, which wasn’t so far off given how large the man was. 

Sandor, for his part, was attempting to ignore her, though it wasn’t working well. She could see how tense his shoulders had become. He was preparing to defend himself; he hadn’t done well thus far and she imagined this ‘battle’ wouldn’t fare much better for him either. 

“We don’t ask for much here,” she started, ignoring his frustrated sigh. “There are no tithes, no demands that you give up certain practices. We don’t even ask if you worship the Seven. 

“However, not acting like a complete ass is one of the basic requirements.”