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FOREVER - Sandor Clegane 18+

A/N $ WARNINGS: takes place after the events of the last season of Game of Thrones. Sandor survived with a little help and finds himself in the hands of a witch with a soft spot for morally grey men that tower over her. smut, angst if you squint hard enough, size difference, y/n goes by Raven (kind of an oc tbh). They get a little drunk! Slight spoilers of the show!

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The warm sun pushed through the dense canopy of leaves and warmed Sandor's face, waking him up from an impact induced sleep. His entire body ached, and it felt like he'd broken several bones from the lengthy fall he'd taken while fighting his brother. He winced at the sudden flashes of his brothers face in his mind, the feelings of relief mixed with mourning filling his chest. But those thoughts were quickly replaced by the realization that he wasn't in Kings Landing anymore. The trees above him stood taller, darker than those in the city. And he wasn't just laying on the ground, but instead he laid on the back of a wagon filled with herbs and food acting as his cushions.

"Finally awake, are we?" a soft, feminine voice lulled from the front of the wagon. Sandor tried to look at who it was that spoke but found it too painful to turn the way he needed, so he settled with looking at the trees above. He stayed silent, both wanting to yell at the woman for taking him to a strange place when he was too vulnerable to do anything about it, but grateful that he was (mostly) unharmed under her care thus far. Several minutes had passed before Sandor attempted to sit up, but was met with searing pain through his ribs and spine, letting out a low guttural groan. "Don't be foolish, you were nearly dead when i found you a couple days ago. Lay back down, in a couple of hours we will get to our destination."

Sandor wanted to lash out right then and there. Taking an order from a woman he doesn't know? And it's been days? Absolutely diabolical. But he understood that even in the presence of a woman, he was in no position to argue. With a heavy huff, he relaxed back into the sweet smell of her wagon and found himself dozing back into a deep, uncomfortable sleep.

The sun had started to set by the time Raven lead her horse and wagon into a small, easily miss-able clearing in the Haunted forest, splashing the sky in soft oranges and pinks that reflected off of the snow and illuminated the place with an elegant glow that looked otherworldly even to her. The silent, smelly man she'd come across while she had been caught in Kings Landing stayed soundly asleep with nothing more than a couple whispered enchanting words while she asked her half ogre servant to pick him up and carry him inside. At least half of her collections had been contaminated both by the smelly man and the fires that the dragon had caused while she was sneaking around the city. But that was something she'd take care of in the morning.

Klein set Sandor carefully on the small lounging couch by the fire burning in Raven's small hut, careful not to hurt him more than he already was, but watchful not to break his lady's things as well. "Fetch me a fresh pale of water, please. And warm it up over the pit outside before you bring it here." Raven stood by the couch, looking down at the dirty, half dead man before her. How he'd even woken up was beyond her, after the condition he was in when she found him, she half expected him to die sometime during her travel back home. And yet here he is, sleeping on her couch. 'How peaceful he looks, sleeping.' she thought to herself, admiring the burn scar and rugged way he looked.

She always found the beauty in broken things, and there was no other man alive more broken than this man.

It was a matter of minutes until Klein brought her a pail of perfectly warmed water and a fresh sponge made from wool and moss. The two of them spent the next couple of hours cleaning the man up, careful not to hurt him or inappropriately expose him. Once he was cleaned and his wounds dressed, she lifted her enchantment with a small wave of her hand and waited for the effects to ware off.

it wasn't until morning when Sandor finally woke up, feeling better both physically and mentally than when he'd woken up the day before, even if he'd been awake for just a few minutes. This time, his gaze met a wooden roof of yet another unfamiliar place. He glanced around him, finding that he was in a small, modest hut filled with herbs, animals furs, wooden furniture, and what looked to be a cauldron in one corner opposite of where he laid. "A witch." he grumbled to himself. "Great."

Looking over himself, he found that he was lying on a couch too small to properly hold him, his legs dangling over the armrest and his head resting on the other. He was cleaner than before, though his clothes hadn't been moved save for his shirt, which had been unbuttoned. All of his wounds were dressed, his ribs wrapped in tight linen, and one of his legs taped to two thick tree branches to hold his left shin straight. Even his left pinky and ring finger were wrapped in a splint and lathered in an unfamiliar, purple ointment that smell both minty and of flowers.

"I see you've woken up. Good to see you made it through the night." a woman spoke from next to the fireplace a foot and a half away from where his head lay. Had she been there this whole time? How didn't he notice her before? Sandor sat up as quickly as his aching body would allow him. "relax, I'm not going to hurt someone I've just spent the better of my night healing." She smiled sweetly and walked around so it was easier for Sandor to see her. Her hair fell past her waist in jet black, thick waves. Her dress showed years of ware and tear, but hung to her body perfectly. And her eyes, sharp and watchful as a fox, never left Sandor's face. For the first time ever, he felt like a prey sitting in front of it's predator, despite her being small enough he could lift her with one arm if he wanted too.

"Who the hell are you?" He growled, pulling himself to sit up more so he felt less threatened. Raven chuckled softly, a sound that was oddly soothing to Sandor despite his unfavorable position. "Just as you said. A Witch. A servant to Mother Nature as we know her. But you can call me Raven, Y/N of the Haunted Forest North of the wall of Ice."

Sandor's eyes grew wide at the knowledge he was beyond the wall. How? How did this little woman carry him into her hut? how did she bring him North of the wall without anyone seeing? How the fuck did he get here and why the fuck is he here to begin with? "Relax. The white walkers are gone, now. The free folk don't come around my part of the forest. And once you're at full health, you can leave if you like. After you are healed, however, and not a moment before."

"Like hell I'm staying here." Sandor was about to try and stand, but Raven looked at the door of her hut, causing Sandor to look as well. A large, ugly man that could be nothing other than a half ogre stood, ducked partially and glowering at him with a promise of consequences if Sandor disobeyed. He sat back in his seat and huffed, glowering at the small woman. He had no choice. He knew it. She knew it. Even the ogre knew it.

And so, he was stuck in the care of yet again, another stranger kind enough to care for a monster such as himself.

It took almost a month before Sandor could move without his ribs and back hurting. and another 4 months before he could walk without a limp. At the end of the 6th month, Sandor could finally lift things like he did before, and swing his sword like nothing had happened to begin with. During this time, he spent most of his days doing what little chores around the cabin to help keep himself busy, occasionally going out to hunt with the help of his the giant he now knew as Klein. Klein never said a word, and for that Sandor was greatful.

But Raven on the other hand. Though she never asked more than what he was capable of, he felt as though she was always watching. It took longer than he'd like to get used to her presence alone as a witch. Her rituals made him uneasy for the first couple of months, but when he realized that they did no real harm, and even seemed to actually help, he grew to almost like them. It was her gaze that always made him freeze up. The way her eyes seemed to strip him of his clothes, his skin, his very being until they stared into his bare soul, that made him uneasy.

Sometimes, if he thought about her long enough, he'd even find himself wondering about her intimately. What her soft skin smelled like. What her delicate breasts tasted like. What her sounds of love sounded like. He even found himself thinking about staying here. There was no war. No unnecessary fires. The only threats being that of the few wildlings that did dare to walk her land and the wild animals they'd often use for meals and equipment around the property.

Klein had even built him his own hut with a bed big enough to fit him, that Raven mentioned turning into a shed if he left. If he left.

At first, all he could think about was leaving. Getting away from the forced baths every three days. Getting away from her watchful gaze and her endless worrying about his health. But as the days went on he found himself thinking about her hair as he worked. How it smelled of vanilla and bark every time she walked past. How small her frame was next to his and how it made him feel a need to stand guard at her door and watch for something, anything that dared to threaten her, his, or Klein's life.

A week, 5 days, and 4 nights had passed after the official 6 months mark since he'd first been brought here, Sandor found himself sitting on the cabin flood in front of Raven's couch next to the warmth of the fire, the snow especially harsh this night, while Raven brushed out the Knots in his hair after he'd bathed. The sun had been down for at least two hours, now, but neither of them felt tired.

"Sandor," Raven finally spoke after a long silence had passed. "Do you still plan to leave?" Her voice trailed off as though her thoughts were unfinished. She set her brush down on the armrest next to her and leaned back, looking at him with a tilted gaze. A long pause fell over the two of them, Raven anxious to hear his answer.

In truth, since he arrived, she found him more interesting than anyone or anything else that she'd ever met or seen with her own eyes. His silence was welcome. His help was almost needed, now. She'd even grown fond of him in a sense that she didn't even realize until the words left her lips. The idea of him leaving had loomed over her ind for months now, and she almost hated the idea of it. She wanted him to stay. She could tell that even Klein had grown to like him.

Looking at his back, Raven found her gaze wandering over his broad shoulder and bare back. He was covered in scars and she wanted nothing more than to trace every one of them with her finger tips. She found her mind wondering to what his skin tasted like. What it felt like if he looked over her little frame. She wondered what he tasted like.

After what felt like forever, Sandor lowered his head and cleared his throat. "Y/n..... Raven.. I wondered. Do you think I could stay a little longer. I think my leg could use more time, and my ribs still ache, and I might be coming down with something.."

He didn't turn to look at her, and for that Raven was ever so grateful. The smile that pulled her lips would have looked maniacal. But she could also tell he was lying. Taking a deep breath, she stood and walked around him to face him, leaning into the lie and closely examining him the way she normally would. She looked into his eye, Sandor finding it hard to keep the contact, and saw that they weren't in the slightest bit watery. She pressed her wrist against his forehead and felt that he was fine, still. She even poked at his ribs and leg and found him to be a horrible actor when it came to faking pain.

"I suppose." She said, trying and failing to hide the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Raven was kneeling in front of him now, between his knees, and even then she still had to look up at him. This caught her off guard, causing her to flush a bit from the ears down. Sandor caught this and smirked. "Only if you continue to help me around here. You have to... pull your weight, y'know." Her gaze traveled down his thick chest and well trained arms. He was just so huge.

She wasn't the smallest woman he'd ever seen, but she still looked so small in front of him in her lounge gown. She wore no undergarments, and he could see her perked breasts from under the gown. She could see him staring and flushed even more, standing to her feet and turning around to avoid anymore eye contact. He stood behind her and watched as she busied herself with some wine and cups. Raven sat back down on the floor by the fire and set the two cups down, inviting Sandor to sit with her.

"Wine?" she asked, though she'd already starting pouring for the both of them. Sandor chuckled and sat down in front of her, leaning back against the couch and taking the glass from her delicate hand, his fingers grazing over hers. Raven felt her stomach doing somersaults and immediately drank half of what was in her cup to try and keep her cool.

They mostly sat in silence, watching the fire and listening to the howling of the wind outside. Sandor spoke first, half way into his second glass of wine. "How long have you lived out here?" He peered over his cup at her while taking another drink. One thing about this wine, Raven makes it herself. It was the strongest wine he'd ever had, and even now he could start to feel the effects of it.

"I was born on this land. In this very cabin. These woods were all i'd known until the white walkers started showing up. I'd only left to keep me and Klein safe on the other side of the wall." She looked into the fire with a frown. "The Night's Watch took us in for a short while. Before John Snow was stabbed. Then we left for Anywhere that would have been safer. That's how we found you." She looked over at him and smiled sheepishly, remembering how smelly and broken he had been when she found him lying on top of an impossibly bigger body that reeked of horrible magic.

Sandor met her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "You thought Kings Landing would have been safer?" He mused, chuckling. "Foolish girl."

Raven rolled her eyes. "I don't know anything of the south. How could a Northerner know that your City was about to be burned to the ground by a Dragon." She sighed, thinking back to what little she could gather of the situation. She'd been lucky enough to speak with someone from the army that the Mother of Dragon's led, and her story made her heart ache for the woman. A woman, alone, fighting to right the wrong doings of men, only to fall to a fate that some would call destiny. But she was a victim of a war that's been ongoing for centuries.

Sandor chuckled. "You got me there. We call ourselves civilized, but at the end of the day we are all just wild animals. Pretending to be better than what we really are." They both drank to that, finishing their wine. This time, Sandor reached for the bottle and poured them each another glass more full than the last two.

"My turn to ask a question." Raven eyed the man before her, taking a deep breath. "Where did you get that scar?" Sandor hesitated, eyeing Raven cautiously before inhaling deeply and gazing into the fire again.

"My brother gave it to me." He took a sip of his wine before continuing to tell the whole story from the moment the burn happened to the moment he jumped out of the castle to ensure his brother died, only looking at Raven when he finished.

"That's horrible... i'm so sorry you had to go through that." Raven said earnestly. She scooted closer to him, wine in one hand, and slowly reached out to brush the hair out of his face. She waited for him to pull away, but when he didn't, and instead gazed back at her, she allowed her fingers to trace the scar from misshapen ear to the edge of his jaw. The skin on his scar was tight and ridged under her touch, and for a moment she swore he leaned into her touch.

"It's beautiful." she blurted before she could stop herself, her words barely above a whisper. "I.. I mean. It's like a part of what makes you, you. And, well, y'know, you're a really beautiful man. With, well, I mean... y'know, all the things you've gone through, it... it's inspiring." Raven pulled away, sipping heavily on her wine and trying to act like a deep flush had crept back over her face, ears, and neck.

Sandor stared at her. He'd never been called beautiful before, Not in his whole life until just now. His heart swelled with joy, and for a moment he almost believed her. Silence fell over them again, both feeling the effects of their drinks. Both feeling a little braver.

When their eyes met again, Raven's heart felt to have skipped several beats. His gaze had fallen dark, hungry. He shamelessly looked over her frame and licked his lips like a starved animal. Raven let her gaze wander, too, eyeing his muscular chest, his large arms, his whiskered lips, the obvious bulge in his pants. Mustering up courage she didn't know she had, she slammed the last of her wine and all but crawled forward, closing the distance between them and pulling Sandor in for a kiss. Sandor gripped the back of Raven's neck, holding her in place, while his other hand guided her to straddle his lap.

Sandor's hand explored Raven's body, slipping up under her gown and following the curve of her hip. He gave it a little squeeze before flattening his palm against the small of her back and guiding her to grind down on him, eliciting a moan from the both of them. Raven tangled her hands in the hair at the base of Sandor's neck, moaning into his kiss as his other hand found its way to her breast. He squeezed her soft flesh, finding her nipple between his finger and thumb and pinching it hard.

Raven moaned and pulled away, exposing her neck to him and panting as he trailed scruffy, open mouthed kissed down her neck and over her collar bone. In one, fierce motion, Sandor wrapped one arm completely around her small frame and laid her down on her back. He pushed up her gown until it was off of her and immediately planted a kiss between her breasts.

One hand fondled her hip as the other bulled her leg up to wrap around his waist. He grinded himself down on her, his lips finding her nipple. He nipped at her sensitive bud, pulling another soft moan from her. His hand slipped from where it gripped at her waist to her thigh, slowly but forcefully pushing her leg to one side and he trailed his fingers to her core. he dragged careful fingers through her slit, feeling just how much she wanted him. How wet she'd become already. "Fuck," he rasped, rubbing small, slow circles over her bundle of nerves, earning more consistent but quiet moans as Raven gripped at his biceps and dug her nails into his skin.

Trailing more kisses and nips over her neck, Sandor pushed one finger in and curled upwards, Raven's grip on him tightening and her eyes flicked down to where is hand connected to her body. He leaned back on his haunches, watching the way her body squirmed with his finger alone, staring of with a slow but forceful pace. He smirked and pushed another one in, finding a more brutal pace that left Raven heaving and mewling. She felt so exposed and vulnerable like this, and there's no other feeling she wanted more than what he was doing to her now.

He watched her all but unfold in front of him, his free hand rubbing her beautiful skin and pinching at her breasts. Raven felt her stomach start to tighten, one hand gripping his wrist to try and prevent him from pulling away while the other searched for anything to grip onto as if to help her through the feeling. Sandor leaned forward and grabbed her other hand, pinning it above her head and looming over her, making Raven feel even smaller and more turned on than she'd ever felt.

"C'mon," he grumbled, meeting her gaze with his own intense one as he worked her through her first orgasm. He felt her walls flutter wildly around his thick fingers, a lewd, drawn out moan filling the cabin as Raven came down from her high. He didn't pull his hand away until he was sure she'd finished, standing up over her and looking down at her as he unbuckled his belt.

Raven drank in the sight she was being graced with. His fingers were shiny with her slick, his muscles rippled with every movement, and he just looked so big standing over her like this. It made her crave him that much more.

"Please, Sandor..."

He tsked. "Impatient girl, aren't we?" Once his pants were discarded off to the side, he stood over her and slowly gave his thick shaft a few pumps, watching as Raven all but drooled and moaned at the sheer sight of him. He was huge in every way. Part of Raven questioned if he'd even fit, but the alcohol in her system threw all caution out the window.

Sandor grabbed a pillow from the couch, one Raven made out of soft pelt, and lifted Raven's hips so he could slid it under her. He kneeled in front of her, rubbing her thigh with one hand and aligning himself with his other. Raven inhaled slowly, biting her lip until she tasted iron as he slowly inched himself in, both of them curing and moaning. "You're so fucking tight, I don't think I can control myself." He groaned, starting of at a slow paced to allow her to get used to him.

He hurt in a way that could drive Raven to addiction, her head thrown back and body arched into him. "So don't," she moaned out softly, pulling a low, guttural moan from Sandor.

He wasted no more time, planting one hand by her head to hold himself up while the other found her throat in a tight grip, his hips harshly snapping at a brutal pace that immediately granted him loud, pornographic moans. She felt like she was being split open, Sandor filling her pretty little cunt so full that both of them were seeing stars. His grip on her throat tightened, his fingers squeezing the sides of her neck until her face turned red, only to let go long enough for her to catch her breath before his grip tightened again.

"Please," she choked out, unsure of what she was even begging for. Sandor leaned down and pressed a harsh, sloppy kiss to her lips, his tongue invading her mouth and immediately assuming control. His pace didn't falter, a bulge pushing up on her lower abdomen as he abused her pussy like it was his from the start.

His hand finally let go of her throat and trailed down to push on her lower abdomen, her moans becoming almost a scream at the new, overwhelming feeling. Her head was spinning from a the lack of oxygen, the intense orgasm building up in her belly, and the alcohol making everything feel that much better.

"I can't... it.. it's too much!" she whimpered, her body trembling. But she made no effort to pull away, arching down on to him as much as she could.

"You will." Sandor grunted, slipping his hand down further and rubbing fast, erratic circles on her clit like it was his job. "You'll take everything I give you, y/n, like the little whore you are. All for me." He moaned out. "All mine." His eyes locked onto her pretty little cunt, a thick, white ring of her slick forming around his shaft and all over his pelvis.

With a scream, Raven's body shook and her core clenched uncontrollably around Sandor, her high hitting its peak. A puddle began to form underneath them, but Sandor didn't stop. Even as tears began to fall down Raven's face, he kept his pace until his own orgasm almost hit, only pulling out to let his load spill all over her belly with a loud moan of his own.

Raven was too spent, too exhausted to even move the pillow out from under her hips. Sandor, panting and covered in sweat, reached for his pants and used them to clean up a majority of the mess he'd made all over her and underneath her.

Slowly he got up and found a proper rag, using it to finish cleaning her up. Once he was done, he picked up her naked body and carried her to her bed, laying next to her and pulling Raven into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her in a protective cage and nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and humming in contentment.

"Please... stay as long as you like. Stay forever." Raven whispered, too tired to even talk. Sandor hummed and gently kissed her shoulder, his eyes closed as he pulled her blanket over the both of them.

"Y/n, I'll be here for as long as you can deal with my bullshit. If that means forever, then so be it."

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