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[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sandor Clegane x reader

Chapter 4

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Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter, cussing, 18+ language and themes, insults, fighting, gossiping, alcohol consumption.

Standing next to the hound you watch as Marcella cries as she's rowed out to seat the larger journey ship. Tommen cries as his sister leaves his sight past the rocks. Joffrey rolls his eyes at all the attention she's getting.

Your ladies stand a distance away from the hound and yourself not wanting to be near him. He looks down to you briefly before Joffrey gets bored and walks up the stairs calling him along with him. 

“Come, dog!” he spits out hound follows him with an eye roll. 

“My lady you've been invited to a tea party in the garden with a few of the fellow court ladies' ' your lady in waiting says about to lead you out. 

“Can it wait.” you ask, looking at a cersi whose tears fall silently. She doesn't answer when she sees Sansa follow after her ladies. Your eyes avert to the water again, the light splashes of the water against the rocks before you watch cersei exit the ceremony following shortly after her. 

—-----

Your ladies continue to follow you as you walk through the garden. You huff and stop turning around to them. 

“Will you please possibly go do something else besides follow me like abandoned dogs on the street! I don't need to be followed everywhere I go” you snap at them. They curtsy and scurry off. You sigh, shaking your head. You turn back again seeing the other ladies and Sansa sitting under the gazebo giggling and drinking tea. 

“y/n how lovely for you to join us. We've saved you a seat as well as a cross stitch fold.” lady tyrell says as a guard pulls out the spare chair for you and you take a seat in between lady nighall, and lady cricket. You nod at her smile and a servant pours a cup of tea for you. You take the cross stitch in hand and work on it to occupy the time before the ladies barrel you with questions.

“You wed the hound, sandor clegane yesterday, how exciting.” lady ebsings speak. She's a skinny woman with dark black hair that she keeps in a high ponytail. Her dresses are always too elaborate to function yet she finds a way somehow. She married a man who's rich because he's the top ship seller. 

“Yes I did.” you reply. 

“And what I mean can't be much of a fun experience between a king's guard and a legitimate princess.” lady cricket, a larger woman with brown hair she keeps half up and half down always with a decorative hair pin holding it back. She wears green dresses even though it clashes with her skin tone. 

“It's…new. Being married isn't something I would have thought about for a while but the king thought we’d be a good match so we were wed.” you answer. Lady Tyrell gives you a small smile and nod knowing it was fully forced although liking the way you answered the question. 

“Oh come now spare us the sugar and get to the gritty, the consummation…he’s big?” Lady Nighall retorts, a woman of particular size but on the older side around her mid 40s who doesn't get much action as her husband is flaccid all the time so she indulges herself in self pleasure and pleasure houses as she is the country side's top broker for silver coin. You don't answer her question however. 

“you , did, consummate correct.” She digs for answers.

Once again the uneasy feeling erupts from your stomach as all anyone ever wants to talk about is if you and sandor have bedded. Opening your mouth to tell the truth you're sick of people asking so you lie. 

“Yes…he's very adequate.” you say into your teacup trying to fake a description of the act of sex. You sip on your tea before placing the cup back onto the tray. They all accept Sansa and Lady Tyrell, giggle and quickly speak about their husbands in bed for a short period of time. 

Your eyes attached downwards at the table of various sweets and tea. Lady ebsing speaks once again. 

“A-and how…was he.” she smiles at you. 

“Adequate.” you answer once again. 

“Oh come now you're a deflowered princess with a large husband. I was so sure he might split you in two or least break your neck while holding onto you.” she says as they continue to go back to gossip. 

“The hound is a big ugly brute. I'm surprised. After all, if he were to get married he doesn't deserve a small thing like yourself. No wonder all the maidens fear him. His best quality I guess would be being able to kill a man.” lady nighall says. I look up seeing him standing behind her. 

“Sandor.” you say. 

“I know his name, my dear. I just chose not to use a name. Did you know his mother wouldn't even look at him? Mhm heard that from the grape vein.” she says, sipping her tea. 

“My apologies for disturbing your chatter.” Sandor says through gritted teeth as he had to listen to everything that bitch said about him. His deep gruff voice hitting the ears like a clash of steel. 

“OH!” Lady nighall squeals, dropping her tea cup, spilling the tea on her dress. 

“Damn! Sneaking up on a woman is never a good quality” she exclaims 

“Apologize” he says knowing he's not really sorry. 

“Are you alright sandor?” you ask him. He nods before turning to Sansa who is still scared to look at him. 

“The king requests your presence my lady” he says as she nods and stands. 

“Thank you for having me, it was lovely.” she says and stands before walking off a guard that was standing post walks behind her. 

“Lady nighall maybe instead of indulging yourself in the insulting of other maybe you can focus more on the coin you spend daily to indulge yourself in lord baelish's pleasure house, or more rather hoe he indulges himself in you.'' Sandor retorts. Lady nighalls mouth opens in a gasp. 

“And close that yapper its using up more words than the kingdom” he says which makes her shut her mouth. And the other ladies snorted a giggle at his comment. Nighall looks at you square anger on her face as the hound begins to walk away. 

“I apologize for him.” you say getting up, gathering your skirt and running after your husband.

“Sandor!” You yell gathering your dress chasing after him. 

“Sandor, I'm talking to you!” You yell out to him.

He grumbles, continuing walking away. You stop, stamping your foot against the ground and shout at him.

“SANDOR CLEGANE! YOU STOP THIS INSTANT” You shout. He stops and turns to you before walking back to you. 

“Go back to picking flowers and sewing with the other ladies. I bet there will be more gossip about fox and hound eh!” He barks at you.

“You made me look rude, you should go and apologize to her.” you say 

He scoffs 

“Apologize? APOLOGIZE? My whole damn life I've been apologizing to highborns like yourself not as if any of you are worth it so speaking my mind once in a while..yeah I'll do that especially to over entitled cunts who drown themselves at pleasure houses.” he barks out. 

“Why are you always so hateful!” You snap back at him. 

“You’ll be glad of the hateful things I say someday! When I’m the only thing in your way of a good life and a bad one.” he says.

“I’ve got 3 bad things in my life and if you think you're one of them you’re wrong! I didn’t choose to marry you, but Fuck I’ll make the most of it!” You yell at him. Looking him dead in the eyes. Never in his life has he had someone yell at him and look at him square. His look softens ever so slightly. 

“Go finish your tea party. Eat your cakes and don't spill on your shiny gown and dont fucking call me that.” He spits out before turning away from you walking off. 

“GAH! I hate you!” You huff and turn walking away. Back to the other women. 

You ignore the hound for the rest of the day purposefully feeling your distance when Joffrey and Jaime knight the new king's guard, when you see him following the other guard to look the opposite direction pretending not to notice him. You don't know how much good he will care about it, you're damn sure getting a reaction out of it. 

Night falls and for the second time sandor does not join the room, the mester came to watch the consummation but you had him sent away wanting no one in the room and nothing. Sitting in the bath the water filled in oils and scents making the room smell nice as well. You sigh dipping into the hot water dunking your head under the water. The quiet of nothing for a few seconds before you come back to the surface. 

Moving your wet hair out of your face. You sit to the side and rest your head on your arm and you and your other out of the bathtub letting the water dripping off your finger tips onto the stone flooring. 

The memories of a happier time flood your mouth, your brother and you walking and laughing in the gardens. Him teaching you to ride a horse. Your family in your home's castle. All things you'll never get back. Confined to hatred and stone walls of kings landing. 

—------

The next day you continue to ignore the hound. Although has busy supervising the training of the new guards you pass by the courtyard you can feel his eyes on you. 

“Marriage troubles already?” meryyn says to him as sandor huffs at you. 

“Shut the fuck up trant.” he grumbles. 

“What's wrong clegane aren't performing well.” merryn laughs sandor walks towards merryn and grabs his collar. 

“You dont fucking shut up ill turn your insides to out side do you understand!” he tells me. Before dropping him into the mud. The other men stop to watch merryn trant get told by the larger man. Merryn gets up and draws his sword to sandor. 

“Oh what? You're going to pull out your little sword on me?” Sandor is annoyed with his temper tantrum. 

“Go on then swing it. Show everyone what a big strong man you are!” hound yells at trant. Who then swings his sword missing sandor everyone laughs as merryn only prompting him to swing again missing sandor for a second time.

“Fuck sake.” Sandor rolls his eyes at him, grabbing his sword out of Trant's hands, throwing it to the side and landing a punch on his face. Everyone oohs at the site of merryn getting his ass kicked. He gets up and charges at Sandor with a yell barreling into him pushing him back, tackling him. 

“You fuckign fat ugly cunt!” Sandor yells at him and pushes him over, holding his face into the mud. Jamie walks over with his arms crossed as he chuckles at Merryns struggle. 

“Don't pick a fight you can't win.” Jamie says as Sandor gets up, spitting out the mud that got into his mouth and wiping it off his face. 

“Dumb cunt.” Sandor says before spitting out more mud. 

—-----

You stand in the throne room staring at the iron throne alone, your handmaidens out of your sight finally. Nothing but peace and quiet as you stare at the throne. 

“Beautiful isn't it.” you hear a voice turning to see lord baelish. 

“My lord.” you say nodding your head. 

“Princess.” he answers, taking his place right next to you. 

“It was forged after all the battles against the Targaryens were done. People say that the throne room used to be covered in swords from all the battles, they would melt the swords right down onto the stairs” he says holding his hand out. 

“Where are they now? The other swords?” you ask in wonder.

“Removed when the chair had a new sitter. Children running around. They say servers would trip and impale themselves so often they had to train staff to a speciality. Out of all the brutality the targaryens ensued…they cared for the weary.” he says you continue to look at the throne. 

“You are lady clegane now, yes?” he says

“You were at the wedding banquet, surely you must know.” you say reluctantly. 

“You don't sound pleased.” he says

“I…it's just for the past few days that's all anyone speaks of my being lady clegane the princess away from home…i just…” you trail off. 

“Just what my lady?” he asks. 

You're about to open your mouth to speak again but the door opens and you both turn around seeing sandor half covered in mud. 

“Speak of the demon himself, what brings you? Here to collect for my lady wife?” Baelish says. 

“Fuck off you grey haired squirrel” sandor grunts as he walks twords your way. 

“Why are you muddy? Are you alright?” You ask. 

“Becuase merryn fuckign trant dosnt know when you keep his greasy fucking tits out of the way. Picked a fight while over seeing guarding fucking cock sucker. He says passing you both.

“Don't keep us waiting to tell if you win?” Baelish asks. 

“Fuck…off.” he huffs walking down through the hall to the council room. Also reminding lord baelish why he was walking through the throne room. 

“I beg pardon my lady, I wish you a good night.” he says bowing before following after sandor.

Chapter 5 here

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Earl SandorClegane (luv that) not consummating his marriage because his little bird doesn't actually want to be his wife. Wifey having her feelings about the man she loves not wanting to be her husband (oy lord) the loving angst possibles 🤦🤦🤦

Yes, but as I said, it will not be an angsty fic. I don't like doing angst for this pairing.

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You don’t have to be afraid

Sandor Clegane x Reader

You sat in his room on a balcony, watching King’s Landing below, listening to the different sounds, bored out of your mind. Gods his room was dull and bare, you knew Sandor was not a man to decorate his room as such, but would a table really hurt that much? He barely had any furniture, only a chest, a bed far too small for him, and of course the chair you sat on, and some different things to place weapons on and armor.

You tried taking a deep breath but only caught the scent that was unique to King’s Landing. It was more of a smell, really, and not a scent. You coughed slightly at the smell, frowning and going back inside. Just as you entered from the balcony the door swung open, and you nearly jumped out of your skin at how sudden it was. Sandor stormed in, mumbling and grumbling, and he sounded angry, and spooked. A string of curse words spilled from his mouth, you could barely make anything out except “fuckin’ brat. Boy king should be glad I didn’t split him in half” he continued to grumble as he removed his armor, he had yet to notice you.

“You should be careful with your words, Hound, you never know who might lurk around the corner” you spoke calmly, watching amused as he quickly turned around with wide eyes, looking like a deer who just spotted a hunter. He relaxed once he saw it was you, taking only a few steps across the room, reaching you and pulling you in for a rough kiss, and you happily kissed him back. His hands rested on your hips holding them tightly, so tight that anyone would think it would leave bruises, but Sandor had always been gentle with you, in his own way, no matter how rough he could be with you, you never received a single bruise, there were always an underlying tenderness with his movements and gestures, love even, in how he treated you. Despite how rough he could seem, he was always sweet with you, he just showed it in different ways.

Once he withdrew you gasped slightly, lacking breath just a tiny bit “what was that for?” you chuckled, your hands resting on his chest plate, which he had yet to remove, feeling the details of his armor, all the small bumps and dents, scratches and small cuts in the metal from swords that had tried to take him away from you, but the armor stopping them, and for that, you were thankful.

“What’re you doing here dove?” Sandor grumbled, ignoring your question. You simply shrugged while smirking up at him “I missed you” you were about to add something else when you noticed something, something in his eyes “what? What is it?” you frowned, trying to cup his burnt cheek but he moved away from you, letting go of you and stepping back. You almost fell due to you leaning on him from before.

“No idea what you’re talking ‘bout, girl” he gruffed out as he continued to remove his armor, as he had done before you had revealed yourself, his back turned to you. “Don’t you dare lie to me, and don’t call me that, Sandor” you kept your voice calm, you knew something was wrong and yelling wouldn’t make it better. You calmly walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his large frame, placing your hands over his chest, feeling his heartbeat go much much faster than normal.

“You’re afraid” you stated as a matter of fact, and moved away as he turned around to face you, his whole body tense, and he was about to open his mouth, probably to deny it, when you beat him to it. “What did he do?... Was it flames this time? Again?” you frowned when you were met by silence, knowing you were right. But this was Sandor, he wasn’t going to admit to his fears just like that, so he tried to intimidate you “I ain’t afraid” he growled at you, towering over you, trying to scare you off, but you just smiled up at him. He tried to push you away but you just gently cupped his cheeks in your hands, and he instantly relaxed into your touch, as he always did.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Sandor. Of Joffrey, of your brother, or of me” he scoffed at that, looking away until you forced him to look back at you “I will never leave, Sandor, ever. I don’t care about how you look, or how you act around others, you are a good man underneath, you are my good man” you gently stroked his cheeks with your thumbs, and despite his cold facade, you saw the start of a few tears in his eyes. “I don’t care. I am yours, and you are mine, always. Fuck the king, fuck the people, fuck the kingsguard, and fuck King’s Landing, nothing matter except you and I. you gave him a soft smile, causing a tiny smile to spread across his face.

He leaned down and you half prepared for another rough kiss, but instead he rested his forehead on your shoulder, his arms easily trapping you against him. “I’m a bad influence on you, dove, you curse like a fucking sailor” he mumbled against your neck, making you chuckle as you felt him smirk against your skin “maybe it’s the company I keep” you said teasingly “perhaps I should be a proper lady, and go back to sewing and singing and dancing with all the other nobles” he lifted his head from your shoulder at your words “maybe I’ll even find myself a fat, boring lord to marry, maybe I shoul-”

“Fuck that, you’re mine, dove, and I’d be damned if I’d let you marry some boring, perfumed, high Lord of some stupid castle” he growled, holding onto your hips once again, and you couldn’t help but blush a bit at his words. You pretended to think about it for a second before shrugging “then I guess you’re stuck with me, Sandor Clegane, for I would rather die than be anything but (Y/N) Clegane, your lady” he chuckled low at your words, giving your forehead a peck before kissing you gently this time. 

His kiss said everything, you were his, and he were yours, to the end of time.

[jbirdcremeans]

The Flayer of Winterfell

Ch. 15 Favors Owed

Another horrific dream wakes Sandor in the middle of the night and eventually leads to a memory of Sansa from years ago. Tyrion Lannister insists on meeting with the Hound face to face and pass along files that were uncovered in the basement. The Imp seems to find pleasure by tormenting Sandor with a rumor concerning his dead brother. Later, while trying to get the Hells out of Kings Landing, the detective is handed off a note to call someone close to him...

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Chapter 10

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- mention of rape,mention of wine, alcohol consumption, description of blood and gore, description of prostitution, Cersei being a mean old drunk, talk of pregnancy, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

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You can hear the yelling and the screams of worry outside your chamber door or people hurrying through the halls. You doors open as you and your maids gasp. 

“My apologies my lady but its time to go to the keep.” He says bowing. 

“Of course.” You say gathering your skirt and hurrying out seeing the other ladies of the court hurrying down the hall. 

“y/n.” you hear your name turing seeing sansa. 

“Sansa!” you sigh of relief as she hugs you before you both continue down the hall with the others. 

“Are you alright?” she asks. 

“Yes just a little scared.” you say she nods. 

“Me too,” she replies her grip on your arm tightens. 

“Where is sandor?” she asks. 

“Fighting, hes still kings guard you know.” you say. 

“Thats right..” she says

“Princess, my lady. His grace the king requests you see him off to the battle.” a guard speaks bowing to you and sansa who gives you a weary look before she nods back to the guard who escorts you both to the throne room.

—------

Hound walks into the court yard with joss and another as the other kings guard men drown themselves in whores and ale. Its silent as he walks through and sits pouring himself a drink. 

“You're not staying underground with you lady wife?” bronn asks loudly as the foreign whore sits nude on his lap. A whore who shouldn't be so brave walks over to sandor placing her hand on his armored shoulder. 

“If your lonely ser i could take care of y- Ah!” sandor swats her hand away so fiercely she stumbles back and falls. 

“Touch me again girl and ill send you out nude first to the baratheon's army and they can have thier way with you.” he grumbles. 

Bronn and some other men chuckle. 

“Loyal to your woman are you? First rounds on me” he asks raising his cup to him. 

Sandor rolls his eyes and presses the cup to his lips chugging the rest of whats in his cup. 

“I dont think he likes me. Hes a prince lord now you see, he married the vixen princess but a while ago.” bronn says to the whore on his lap. Sandor sighs sitting back more than annoyed with bronns voice. 

“Shut the fuck up before I cut you in half you little fairy.” sandor huffs. 

“Its warm in here ser, weve got beautiful women and good ale and all you want is to put me in the cold dark ground. How kind of you.” bronn speaks once more. 

More than before, Sandor is annoyed with bronn. Sandor gets up from his seat and walks over to bronn who now moves the whore off his lap. 

“You think you a hard man, fucking, drinking telling stories and singing. You think thats the thing you love the most, but its not. Killing is what you love most. Your just like me. Only smaller.” Sandor says towering over bronn who also stands. 

“Killing cant be the only thing you love. What about your lady wife” bronn speaks again tilting his head back to face hound who is about to draw his sword but the bells begin to ring and everyone hurries out of the court yard. 

“One last drink eh?” bronn chuckle. 

Sandor grumble rolling his eyes and turing away knowing he shouldve drank something stronger to deal with jofferys whining voice. 

—----

You and sansa along with a few of youre maids behind you, stand in the throne you play with the sleeve of your dress.

“SANSA!! SANSA!” you hear joffrey yelling at him sandor and three other guards follow. The overwhelming fear you felt earlier floods your system hoping you not vomit again. 

“Your grace?” she says hurrying to the king as you stay in place your hand pressed to your stomach. 

“My lady? Are you alright?” you maiden says quietly. You nod shakily. 

You watch as jeoffry makes sansa kiss his sword as he continues to boast about how they are going to win as they outnumber them even though kingslandings guard is half the size of stannis.

All the while sandor dosnt take his eyes off you as you watch sansa and jeoffry. He scans you, what your wearing, what you look like, your body language the way you fiddle with the sleeves of your dress. He memorizes every feature of your face. In case hes to die in battle tonight he wants you to be the last thing he remembers.

Another wave of nausea hits you as you stumble to the side your maiden rushes to you keeping you from falling. The wave is not enough to make you cough up your meal but its debilitating enough. 

“My lady!” another hurries to you taking your arm. You give a small whimper in discomfort. 

With out thinking sandor hurries to you as well. You dont notice hes infront of you until he speaks. Your eyes moving to the floor now to his face as he places a hand on your cheek. 

“y/n? Are you alright?” he asks. You open your mouth to speak but only a whine of discomfort comes out. 

More than anything he wants to stay with you but he knows he cant hes not allowed. 

“S-sandor.. I have to tell you something.” you speak pained. 

“DOG lets go!” you hear jeoffry order. 

“Fuck..” sandor mumbles before letting go of you and walking off with the king. 

“Come my lady, we must go down to the queen.” your maid says as you nod looking back to find sandor and the rest gone from the throne room.

Heading down the basement to under the keep you and sansa walk in but your interrupted from finding a place to sit when cersi calls you over to her she sits enjoying a glass of whine. 

You walk over to her and sloppily curtsy. 

“Hmm…you look pale? Has your red flower bloomed?” she ask 

“N-no your grace.” you reply. 

“Mm are you frightened child?” she asks. 

“yes .” you speak plainly. 

“Here. drink it'll ease your fear.” she says handing you a glass of wine. 

“I'm not thirsty your grace.” you speak. Declining the alcoholic beverage. 

“I didn't offer you water, dove.” she snaps at you. 

“F-forgive me your grace but I cannot accept…” you say. Her hardened expression at you softens when she sees your hand rest on your lower stomach. 

“You Are with child?” she ask you nod. 

“Hmm. you shall bare a fine little lord. Does the hound know of your adversary.” she says pulling the glass away pouring the wine into her cup and then handing the extra cup to the maid behind her. 

“....n-no your grace i haven't told him.” you say she gives a slight squint and frown before speaking. 

“You've not told your lord husband especially on a day like this..when did you find out?” she asks rather harshly. 

“T-today your grace just a few hours ago the maester confirmed it.” you speak the wave of nausea finally subsiding. 

“Do you love the hound?” she ask. There it was again the nausea is back. Not caused by the babe in your womb but by the queens insistent ask.

“Yes your grace i do.” you reply. 

“Then why haven't you told him.'' She demands more than asks. 

“He's still a part of kings guard your grace. He’s busy.” you say giving an excuse other than you're terrified of his reaction. 

“Fitting dont you think? He could die out there while you provide life in here…the souls of the dead fuel for the god to give your babe life..a small token of a litter you and my son's dog will have.” she says. 

Everytime someone insults sandor as a dog, or a bitch, of some form of less than animal your blood boils. You want nothing more than to slap cersi across her face and yell but the hand you slapped her with would be cut off and your vocal cords your yelled at her with would be severed as your head rolls on the execution ground. Instead all you can speak is a mere. 

“Yes your grace, it should do me the pleasure of gifting the lord clegane with sons.” you say she gives a smile knowing no matter how hard you try you can t be disobedient. She pats the seat on the pillows next to her gesturing for you to sit down next to her and you do. 

“When i was your age i was pregnant with jeoffry. I did not love his grace the king but i love the children he has given me me flesh and blood my life line. It’s a good thing you love the hound you’ll his children even more.” she speaks before chugging her glass and then holding it out for more wine. 

The entire night cersi drinks and rambles on about children and how shit being queen is. It's only stopped when ser merryn runs into the room. Covered in blood and drink. Women gasp at the sight of his and a few faint at the thought of what outside the gates look like. 

“Your grace they have begun breaching the castle walls.” he says 

“Where is jeoffry?” she says

“On the battle lines with the others.”

“Bring him to his chambers at once. I don't want to hear anything more, do you understand.” she huffs. 

“Yes your grace" he says and runs out. 

“Do you remember when i told you ser ilyn was here to protect us? I lied…when stannis breaches those walls he will take the city but he will not take us..not alive ser ilyn will be doing us a great favor my dove..you and your child will not have to perish under the sting of another mans cock but under a formidable blade.” she says drinking the rest of her cup. 

You glance down before getting up and walking to the doors where guards stop you. 

“Let her go.” cersi speaks you gather your dress enough that once the doors open you hurry out of the room alone leaving sansa and your ladies in waiting behind as you run through the halls and up the stairs you see other guard laying dead in the stairwell and even some servants bleeding to death. 

Hurrying to your chambers you rush through the door seeing three men inside raiding it. You gasp out seeing them bloody as they snicker with their treasures. 

“Oh look what we’ve got here.” The taller one says. 

“Another treasure for us to take, and hmm looks to be a fresh maiden.” The fat one says as he chuckles looking up and down at you smirking. 

“Don't come near me.” You say reaching for a spare blade Sandor had placed in the dresser drawer. 

“Or what you’ll fight with those pretty little hands of yours?... My, my i wonder what other pretty parts you have.” The red haired one says. 

You turn in a hurry to run to the dresser but the taller man grabs you. You scream at the top of your lungs as they throw you down on the ground. Holding you down to hike up your dress skirt. 

“Let’s see how pretty your parts really are!” He says undoing his pants before ripping your dress as you scream and fight desperately trying to get out of the other two's grip as they hold you down. 

The man's face suddenly drops and he falls to the floor with an axe in the back of his skull. You panic as tears fall down your cheek but it settles when you see Sandor in the doorway drawing his sword. The other men getting up and running at him with swords or thier own you crawl back twords the end of the bed. As you watch as Sandor grasp one man by the neck, easily towering over him and stabs his stomach, slashing him almost in two before dropping the body then snapping the other mans neck as his body thumps down onto the stone floor the blood seeping into the bear skin rug. 

Sheathing his sword he walks up to you and kneels in front of you.

“Shh-sh now little fox it's alright I’ve got you.” He says lifting you up despite being bloody you wrap your arms around his hand strokes your hair kissing your head. 

“We’re going.” He says pulling away from you before walking side to side packing things. 

“Wh-where?” 

“Someplace that isn’t burning perhaps north, south.” He says 

“What about Sansa…the king?!” YOU exclaim’

“Fuck the king! He can die just fine on his own.” He says He continues to rummage around the room packing things but stops only when he realizes you're not moving. He looks at you in confusion but you shake your head. 

“S-sandor i..i cant travel i cant leave.” You say He scoffs dropping the bag with a thud. 

“This place is nothing but a burning pile of rubble with a second hand drift of cunts, you really want to stay here and burn.” He says.

“S-stay here with us Sandor.” You say he scoffs, shaking his head at you. 

“Ive been burnt before little fox and its not all fun and games.” He says but continues to watch for any movement you make. But his expression changes from pleading to confusion replaying what you had said just a moment ago.

“Us?” he ask shaking his head. “I'm not staying here with the royal court.” he says 

“No no us.” you say taking his hand placing it against your stomach looking up at him. Your heart beating out of your chest at having to finally tell him. 

“Me and him.” you say again. 

“Come with me.” He says. 

“I-…” you begin.

He grabs your arms and gruffly speaks to you. 

“Please.”

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[sansanatik]

Cleganebowl. “Remember me? Yeah, you do. You’re even f***ing uglier than I am now. What did they do to you? It doesn’t matter. That’s not how it ends for you, brother. You know who’s coming for you. You’ve always known.”

[yamiclegane]

[celtic-wanderer]

BOOK UPDATE

I’m 360 pages into my book(cries internally because it’s taking me such a long time). As a little easter egg - I named a tavern two of the characters stop at the Bird and the Hound because of course. 

[xxcorndogxx]

Sandor Clegane x Reader||Chapter One

*Attempted Rape* 

(what a way to start this story)

I walk down the street. My handmaiden by my side. My gown flowing around my feet.

"My lady, if you don't mind me asking, why do you insist on walking through the town every evening?"

"I enjoy it, it may not be the most pleasant in looks or smells. However, I enjoy seeing people. Sure most of them live poorly but it's worth catching the little moments when the children are laughing or the people are helping each other. It reminds me that not everything in this world is bad."

We turn a corner and I'm nearly knocked over.

"Oh!" I exclaim.

I look down to see a young girl. No older than 8.

"I'm sorry, my lady." She bows.

"It's alright."

She seems nervous and keeps looking around.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I squat down to the child's level.

"I-I...."

Her eyes filled with tears.

"These men-."

Suddenly the sounds of thudding steps of at least several people startle me. As the men turn the corner into the alley I stand. I brush the child behind me.

"My lady." My handmaid whispers.

"Kristine, listen to me. Go find help."

"But.-"

"Go!"

She just nods and runs. The girl clutches to my gown. My arm out to my side shielding her. The men give deep chuckles and sinister smiles.

"Hello, pretty lady."

"What's a lovely lass like you doing all alone out here."

"That's a nice gown, look better on the floor."

The men step forward and I step backward.

"Run."

I whisper to the girl. She turns and runs off down one way and I turn running towards another. The men follow me. Soon enough they catch hold of me. I lose my footing falling to the ground. They sneer and chuckle. They bark and growl threats of how they're gonna use me.

*Attempt* "I bet you just have the prettiest little cunt."

"Bet it's all tight and clean."

"I bet she's a virgin."

I cry out. The man shoves a torn-off piece of cloth into my mouth. I'm pinned down as one of the men takes hold of my gown. He rips it's roughly down the middle. My breasts exposed. I can't let them. I kick my legs around and squirm.

"Quit it, girl, you'll only make this worse."

He pulls my gown up over my waist despite all my kicking. My undergarments ripped away.

"Ah, look at that, boys, that perfect noble cunt."

Tears streaming from my eyes blurring my vision. The man begins undoing his trousers. The more I squirm the harder they hold me down. His dirty hand taking a rough grasp of my breast. No. I scream into the cloth.

"Time to see just how tight this pretty cunt is."

*Safe*

Just as he says that a sword comes hacking straight into his head. Some of the blood hitting my chest. He falls and the other men move. I cover my eyes and curl up into a ball. After lots of thuds and cries of pain, it's silent. I look up to see The Hound. Sandor Clegane. The kings' dog. He takes hold of my arm and swiftly pulls me to my feet. My dress barely clinging to me. It's ripped off my chest and shoulders and hands from my forearms. My hands shielding my chest. Awkwardly, he moves. I look up as he places his cloak around my shoulders. A sign I'm under his protection. He leans down, lifting me off the ground. My hand on his chest. The other holding the cloak. It smells like him. He looks straight ahead but my eyes refuse to look away from his face. Not even for the stars shining so bright. I hadn't realized how much time had passed. It's night now. The Hound has always been a large, scary man. He never really scared me. I didn't have a reason to be scared of him besides the rumors and stories. I always thought he'd be a very handsome man without the scar. To me, he wasn't half bad. His scar didn't make him ugly in my opinion. A scar was just that. A scar.

I didn't even realize we were in his chambers until he set me down on the edge of a bed. He walks over to the wardrobe in the corner. I watch as he rids himself of his armor. He approaches me with an off white shirt in his hand. My eyes not leaving his.

"Get dressed, woman."

He pushes the shirt in my hands. He walks away. I see him out of the corner of my eyes. His back to me. I stand and remove the remains of my dress. I pull his shirt over my head. It almost reaches my knees. The shirt a slightly see-through. I silently move behind him. I place a hand on his arm.

"Ser Clegane," I speak in a low voice.

He turns to face me.

"I'm not a knight, woman. I'm just a dog."

I just nod silently.

"Thank you."

My fingers gripping his arm a tad bit tighter. I didn't plan on my next action. I rise to my tippy toes. My hands-on his shoulders. My lips softly pressed against the scarred side of his face. My arms wrapping around his neck and my head buried against him. He stands still for a moment before a large, warm hand is placed against my lower back.

"They would have ruined you in every way possible and left you for dead, woman."

"I know."

My arms wrapping tighter.

"Thank you, Sandor, Thank you."

After a moment I replace my feet on the floor. My hands sliding down his chest.

"Sandor."

"Yes?"

"May I stay here tonight?" I ask.

"Why in the seven hells would you wanna do that?" He huffs.

"I feel safer here... with you," I admit.

He sighs.

"Fine but stay on your side of the bed, woman."

He lays down. I climb in on my side. About ten minutes pass and I can't sleep. I turn over. His bareback facing me. I scoot over and place my palms to his bareback. I softly rub my hands up to his broad shoulders. He suddenly turns and sits up.

"For fuck's sake, what's did I say, woman?"

I say nothing. I simply sit up and place my hand on his chest. He sighs in defeat. He lays back and pulls me with him. My head against his chest. I lightly brush my fingers across his chest through his chest hair. I look up at him. His eyes closed. A relaxed expression on his face. I lightly place a kiss to his jaw. He opens his eyes and looks down at me.

"Careful, woman, that's a path you don't want to go down."

He warns. Once more I don't respond. I simply sit up over him, straddling him. I don't do anything naughty. I just lay down on him. My head against his shoulder. His hand on my lower back as my legs tangle with his. I look up. I softly comb my fingers through his hair. My hand rests on his face. His head leaned to me. Before I can move to kiss him he speaks.

"You need to rest, woman." He speaks low.

His hand taking mine moving it from his face. I close my eyes.

"Yes, my lord."

"I'm not a lord either."

His words are in vain. You're already asleep.