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Wrong Number // Sansan au // Part 1
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Sansan AU - A chat in the Godswood
The Lamb and the Hound (Sandor Clegane/The Hound x Reader)
MASTERLIST
Part 1 Part 2
Pairing: Sandor Clegane (The Hound) x Reader
Word Count: 1634
Warnings: Light attempted rape mentioned (not by Sandor), Battle of Blackwater, fire mention
Everybody was always taken aback by your kindness. Despite having grown up in King’s Landing, you didn’t seem to have a scheming bone in your body. You secured a position as a maid in the Red Keep when you were a young girl, and now as a woman in your late twenties you were glad to have kept that position. It was hard enough to find work in your position; many girls who had been born on the streets like you had turned to brothels to make a living. You were not that kind of girl. Ever since you had earned a position in the Red Keep you have made sure to do your best, lest you would be booted to the street.
This position was made all the more difficult when Joffrey ascended to the throne. If he had been bad as a Prince, he was fifty times worse as the King. You would never say this to anyone out loud, as he would surely take your head if he found out, but you were frightened of his violent nature. He was mad. You knew that he despised your kindness, having mocked you on many occasions. Once he had you thrown to the floor in front of the Iron Throne which he sat upon, calling for a member of his Kingsguard to come and take what they wanted from you. A couple of the men had stepped up, you were a very beautiful girl after all. However, before they could do anything The Hound stepped up to deny them.
He had protected you. You knew that if he had not threatened the men and used his position as Sworn Shield to put the King in his place, they would have had their way with you. You were forever grateful to The Hound for this, always making sure to smile when you saw him.
Over time, you noticed that the glances you spared him would last longer. Your eyes would linger on his for a few moments too long before you would turn away with a furious blush, hoping that he had not noticed. On one occasion you had bought extra lemon cakes, deciding to bring some to him. As you handed them to him, your hand brushed against his and sent a spark up your arm and through your body. You bid a speedy goodbye to The Hound, but as you tried to leave he grabbed your arm.
“Please,” he said, his voice sending tingles up your spine. “Call me Sandor.” And from that day on you did.
You never would have admitted it, but the longer this went on the worse your infatuation got. At first you brushed it off as intrigue, thankful that the man had saved you. The lingering glances only meant that you were interested in him as a person, you told yourself. You tried to ignore the instance with the desserts, deciding that the spark was from the air and not from his touch. As time went on though, you couldn’t continue to come up with excuses. Even when you were alone you would think of him, imagining his strong arms around you. Whenever you had trouble sleeping, which had become often under the rule of King Joffrey, all you had to do was imagine laying on Sandor’s chest with his arms around you and you were out like a light.
The other ladies on staff had taken notice of the way that you would look at Sandor, and they mocked you endlessly for it. “The Lamb and the Hound”, they would say, as your kindness had earned you the nickname “Little Lamb” from the rest of the handmaids. They teased you incessantly, poking fun at how different the two of you were. He was a fighter, and you could’t bear the thought of killing so much as a spider. He was strong and tall, and you were much more of a dainty lady. Compared to him you were rather short, despite the height you were around other women.
The other handmaids would giggle as they saw him approaching, making you blush heavily and try to quiet them. Thankfully he never noticed, at least you had assumed. He never said anything to you afterwards, but unbeknownst to you he always rounded the corner with a satisfied smirk.
One day as you were making your way back to your chambers, a group of women rushed past you the opposite way.
“Y/N,” one of your handmaid friends yelled from the crowd, “come on!”
“What is happening?” You yelled back, nearly being stampeded by the masses.
“It’s Stannis Baratheon, he’s attacking King’s Landing! His ships are arriving now! We must get to safety, Cersei has an area planned for us!” Her words circled your head as she continued to flee, rushing towards this supposed safe haven Cersei had chosen. You had never trusted Cersei, and spending what could potentially be your last hours with her was not something that you wanted to do. You continued to your chambers, closing the door behind you and pushing the furniture you were able to move in front of it. Your heart pounded.
Through your fear, you still thought of Sandor. Although you were worried for your own safety, you couldn’t help but worry for his as well. He may not have been yours, but you still held him in your heart. As he had sworn to protect Joffrey, he was certainly on the shores fighting with the rest of the King’s men. You felt a few tears slip from your eyes as you imagined the scene. Sandor surrounded by Stannis’ men. Sandor ran through with a sword and pushed into the ocean, left to drown. The longer you worried, the worse the scenarios became.
A loud bang at the door startled you, making you jump to your feet and press your back against the wall opposite the door.
“Open up!” Said a gruff voice, and you could see the door shaking as someone tried to pry it open from the other side. You had heard stories of what happened to the women in ransacked cities. You knew what one of Stannis’ men would do to you. They would claim you as a prize.
“No!” You yelled defiantly, not realizing that you would have given up your position if it were anyone else outside the door.
“Little Lamb, I know you are in there!”
Little Lamb? You thought. Only the other maids called you that. The other maids and…
“Sandor?” You asked creeping towards the door. “Is that you?”
“Yes,” he muttered back impatiently. “Now open the bloody door!”
You moved the furniture out of the way as quickly as you could. As soon as the majority of it had been moved, Sandor swung the door open and pushed his way through what furniture remained. Relieved, you ran into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest.
“I was so worried,” you said, sobbing into his chest. You felt his arms envelop you. They were as strong as you imagines as they held you firmly to him.
“As was I about you,” he stated. He pulled away to look at you, raking his eyes up and down your body to check that you were unharmed. “We are leaving,” announced Sandor, grabbing your hand and pulling you after him.
“Why?” You asked innocently, making Sandor let out a low growl.
“I can’t stand it here any longer, Little Lamb. Especially now that you are in danger.”
You felt fire course through your body at his words. Your stomach fluttered and did flips.
“What do you mean?” You knew what he meant, or at least you had assumed. You just needed to hear him affirm it.
“Isn’t it bloody obvious woman? I care about you.” He divulged, continuing to lead you down the long corridors of the Red Keep. Eventually making your way to the stables, you found a suitable horse surprisingly quickly considering the chaos outside. Sandor hopped on first before reaching down to help you, picking you up and setting you behind him as if you weighed nothing. You had to admit that his strength sent butterflies through your body.
You wrapped your arms around Sandor’s torso, holding him tight as the horse begin galloping through the streets. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to block out the chaos.
“It’s okay Y/N,” he said, trying his best to calm you. You used your arms to pull yourself even closer to him, resting your head on his back.
He led the dark horse through the streets of King’s Landing, eventually riding through the gates and into the rest of Westeros. When you believed that you had made it far enough out of the city, you opened your eyes. You looked up at Sandor, your savior, in the moonlight. Although you were seated behind him, you were able to see the side of his face rather well. The moonlight filtered through the smoke and the clouds to lang on his face in a way that made him look even more handsome that normal. You looked at the other side of his face, the right side where he held his scar. You had heard whispers of his brother Gregor holding his face to the fire as children. You didn’t mind the scar; it didn’t bother you in the way that it bothered most. If anything you liked it. It made Sandor all the more alluring in your eyes.
You stayed close to Sandor, pressing your body against his as the pair of you continued to ride further away from the warring city behind you. Before you knew it you were asleep, holding the man you loved in your arms.
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The Lamb and The Hound Part 2 (Sandor Clegane/The Hound x Reader) *SMUT*
MASTERLIST
Part 1
Pairing: Sandor Clegane (The Hound) x Reader
Word Count: 2681
Warnings: Sex, Dom(M)/Sub(F) dynamic, maybe a size kink, sharing a bed, boner?, cursing, loss of virginity, possessiveness, breeding kink, cum
A/N: Yea yea the walls are made of plot armor. Also, I put the more graphic content under the read more. I think this may be the longest fic I have ever written. The fact that it is Game of Thrones smut does not surprise me.
You woke up still on the back of the horse, clinging to Sandor. The horse had stopped, and the ceasing of movement caused you to stir.
“Ah, you’re awake,” said Sandor gruffly, making you blush. You were thankful that it was dark and he wasn’t facing you, otherwise you are sure that he would be smirking at you. “We will stop here for the night to get some rest then continue on in the morning.”
You looked around to see a series of cottages with one larger one in the middle. Sandor got down from the horse, offering his hand to you to help you off. You took his hand, enjoying the way that your hand fit into his much larger one. He helped you off the horse before tying the horse up and heading inside, your hand still in his. You weren’t sure if he realized that he was still holding it, but you were not going to be the one to tell him to stop.
You entered the larger building, seeing a man behind a counter smiling as you walked in.
“Welcome to Cozy Cottage Inn! You two travelers look weary, would you like to spend the night in one of our cottages?” The main said brightly, his smile faltering as Sandor stood over him intimidatingly.
“How much?” Asked Sandor, gruff as usual.
“75 gold dragons,” replied the innkeeper.
“50,” retorted Sandor. In no place to argue with the much larger man, the innkeeper agreed and grabbed a key from behind the desk, leading the way to one of the cottages.
He swung the door open to reveal a small living space. There was a fireplace, a table with two chairs, and a small counter space. Notably, there was only one bed. Sandor noticed this as well.
“There’s one bed.” He said bluntly.
“Well yes,” replied the innkeeper, “I had assumed you were together.” He gestured to your hands that were still entwined. Sandor’s grip tightened.
“Oh, yes. I am still getting used to sleeping in the same bed. We were wed only days ago,” he said, giving the innkeeper a tight smile to try and fool him. You flushed at Sandor’s words. You knew he was only playing along so as to not blow your cover, but you couldn’t help but imagine being Sandor’s wife. Lady Y/N Clegane, you thought. It had a nice ring to it.
“Oh, I see,” said the innkeeper suggestively as he began to leave. “You may be happy to hear then that we are the only inn service in this part of Westeros to boast nearly soundproof rooms thanks to the handiwork of our architects. They devised a better way of laying stones so that no sound could escape through the cracks.”
You blushed a bright red, and you felt Sandor tense beside you. His grip on your hand tightened and you could tell he was flustered.
“Good to know,” retorted Sandor, his mouth tight. You could tell his voice was strained, you assumed from embarrassment. The innkeeper left, and you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.
“You take the bed, I’m alright sleeping on the floor.” Voiced Sandor, making you frown.
“I could never let you sleep on the floor. You saved me back in King’s Landing, if anything you deserve the bed.” You countered, making him scoff.
“Little Lamb, you know I would never let you sleep on the floor.” He looked at you with tenderness in his eyes. It made you weak in the knees. In a brief moment of confidence, you presented a different option.
“Perhaps we could both sleep on the bed,” you proposed, making Sandor open his eyes in shock. Knowing how he took it you hurriedly, and rather shakily, continued. “Not as a man and wife lie together, but just sleeping. The bed is surely big enough for the both of us.”
Glancing to the bed, Sandor couldn’t help but agree. He started to take off his armor, making you blush as he stripped so nonchalantly. You flushed brightly, turning around.
“What, Y/n, are you shy?” Asked Sandor, for once with a hint of playfulness in his tone.
“Oh be quiet Sandor!” You exclaimed, trying not to show him how much he had gotten to you. After hearing him fall quiet, you turned back to face him. You had not expected him to be wearing so little. You spun back around immediately, his muscular physique already burned into your mind. That image surely wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Sandor laughed heartily at your reaction
“You are too precious, Little Lamb.” You couldn’t help the tingles that rushed up your spine at his words. Precious repeated over and over again inside your head.
“Go cover yourself up of something!” You shouted, hearing him make his way over to the bed. You heard the covers rustle, and when you turned back to look at him he had covered himself most of the way with the blanket. You looked at him, and he kept staring back at you. You flushed again, “could you close your eyes or look the other way, please?” You asked him. You may have fallen for this man, but that doesn’t mean that you are going to suddenly strip for him. You shed most of your layers, leaving you in only a thin slip that would have to make do as a nightgown. Turning back to Sandor, you saw that his eyes really were closed. What you couldn’t see was how hard he had to try to stop himself from opening them to sneak a peek at you.
You slid into bed beside him, quickly covering yourself.
“You can open your eyes now, Sandor.” He did, and his eyes immediately fell on your face. “Thank you,” you said softly yet genuinely, looking deep into his eyes. Your noses were nearly touching. The bed was big enough for the both of you, but just barely if you weren’t touching. He was close enough that if you leaned towards him, you could press your lips to his.
You quickly reprimanded yourself in your mind for that thought. He told you he cared for you, you thought, not that he loved you. It’s different.
You turned away from The Hound, facing away from him. You closed your eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep.
You awoke sometime later in a daze. At first you forgot where you were, but when you tried to sit up you felt something holding you in place. Sandor had wrapped his arms around you. You were unsure of whether he had done so knowingly or in his sleep, but either way you couldn’t deny that you liked the feeling. You then noticed that not only had you turned to face him, but you had also draped a leg over his body. The two of you were cuddling as if you were lovers. You stayed still for a few moments, finding yourself delighted at the thought.
His arms felt perfect around you. They were strong, and they made you feel safe. His soft breaths soothed you, and the light snores emitting from his mouth made you want to curl even closer to him. Then you realized something else.
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Always all on my own, sad and lonely
All I want is for someone to play with me"
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as the song comes to an end,
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as they slither through our fear.
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trajectories of doom and damnation,
while the Bluesman strums his old guitar
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Recipe For Happily Ever After
© Ilona M. Blake
Published: February 16, 2018
Today will be perfect
In every single way,
A beautiful fairytale
For your wedding day.
The theme of your day
Is to have love and laughter
And to live your days
Happily ever after.
Living happily is
What we need to survive,
So how does one keep
The magic alive?
How do you light a spark
That never goes out?
And how does one live a life
Without fear or doubt?
How do some people manage
To keep their love strong?
And how do some couples
Always feel like they belong?
What do you need to do
To stay in love forever
And make each day special
And grow fonder together?
Well, these very questions
You must address every day.
You must take the time
To go out of your way,
To always share love
And always share laughter,
To do whatever it takes
To live happily ever after.
Here is a recipe
I think is a must,
So let's begin with
Always having trust.
Don't forget it's important
To have total respect,
And to always stay loyal
To keep your love perfect.
You must communicate
Each and every day.
Three special little words
You must never forget to say,
"I love you." It's amazing
How these words make you feel
Happy, safe, and valued,
And they will keep your love real.
A simple act of kindness
Goes a long, long way.
Blend it with understanding
And you can't go astray.
Don't forget friendship.
It will help you to cope.
Add a sprinkle of faith
And an abundance of hope.
Remember your smile.
It is beautiful to see.
It can brighten one's day.
It can make you feel free.
So my wish for you both
Is you always have love and laughter,
And I pray that you will enjoy
Your happily ever
Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.
Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.
by Anne Sexton
A War Song To Englishmen
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
And casts them out upon the darken'd earth!
Prepare, prepare!
Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare
Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;
Prepare your arms for glorious victory;
Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!
Prepare, prepare!
Whose fatal scroll is that? Methinks 'tis mine!
Why sinks my heart, why faltereth my tongue?
Had I three lives, I'd die in such a cause,
And rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought field.
Prepare, prepare!
The arrows of Almighty God are drawn!
Angels of Death stand in the louring heavens!
Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light,
And walk together on the clouds of heaven!
Prepare, prepare!
Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause;
Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause:
Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky:
Prepare, O troops, that are to fall to-day!
Prepare, prepare!
Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice;
The Norman William, and the learnèd Clerk,
And Lion Heart, and black-brow'd Edward, with
His loyal queen, shall rise, and welcome us!
Prepare, prepare!
by William Blake
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