GoT One-Shots Book 3!

Information(Sandor Clegane x fem!reader)

(Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, blood. Typical Sandor stuff)

When Sandor returned home that evening and you weren't there, he was absolutely confused. When he walked further into your home and realized that something wasn't right, he was upset. When he saw the mess around your little cottage he was furious. There were obvious signs of a struggle, including a bit of blood. Whatever had happened, you had clearly put up one hell of a fight. You weren't there, so clearly this was a kidnapping. That was a mistake on the assailants' part. Sandor grabbed his battle-worn armor and his weapons before leaving again, following the trail of clues left for him, undoubtedly by you.

Your POV

You struggled against your bonds, glaring at the idiot who'd had the nerve to abduct you from your home. "You will tell me what I want to know," this person you'd never seen before threatened. You scoffed. "I don't know anything you want to know. But I will tell you one thing. You have made the biggest mistake of your life. Sandor is going to come for me."

"You think the Hound loves you? You really think he'll come for you? He isn't capable of love." You narrowed your eyes even more before spitting at them. Typically you were a very sweet and kind person and you definitely weren't much of a fighter, but you weren't about to let this person insult the man you had been in love with for years. You just needed to bide your time until Sandor got there. When you felt your head snap to the side, you knew your kidnapper had smacked you. Suddenly it seemed that biding your time was going to be a lot harder than you thought. "Please, Sandor. Please hurry."

Sandor POV

The longer it took Sandor to find you, the angrier he became. The rage built up until he was nearly seething. He followed your clues as far as he could until he came upon what looked like an old, abandoned farm. There were people standing guard outside. Sandor wasn't a small man by any means. There would be absolutely no sneaking in. Even if he tried, it might be too late for you. So, Sandor did what he did best. Ran into danger head on.

Sandor didn't care about the noise he made. He needed you and the people who took you to know that he was coming for you. Using all the skills he had, Sandor took out every guard outside. Then, Sandor stopped. And he listened. He waited until a scream ripped through the air. Your scream.

Sandor burst through the door, coming face to face with the person who kidnapped you. He let his eyes flicker to you and instantly, his blood is boiling again. There was a bruise forming on your cheek and your lip was bleeding. Sandor picked up his blade, pointing it at you as his gaze went back to the person in front of him. "You do that to her?" They arched a brow, but you could see them quaking in fear. "I-If she had given me what I wanted, I wouldn't have had to hit her." Sandor hummed then looked at you again. The sight of the blood and bruise on your face made him mad. But it was the tears on your cheeks that had him pinning your attacker to the floor with his blade through their chest.

Sandor was at your side to free you a second later. He undid the ropes tying you to the post. His large hands came up to cup your cheeks. "You alright?" You gave a little sniffle as you looked up at him and nodded. "Yes. I-I'm alright. Are you?" Sandor scoffed. "You were the one tied up and you're askin' me if I'm alright?" You rolled your eyes.

"You've got blood on your face and hands. I can't help but worry. I know you're a strong warrior, Sandor, but you are not invincible." Sandor let a chuckle escape passed his lips. "Not my blood, little dove. Let's go home." You smiled at him. He dropped a quick kiss to your forehead before leading you from the farmhouse to where he'd left his horse.

You rode in front of Sandor with his arms wrapped around you. Even though you weren't severely hurt, Sandor wasn't going to let you out of his sight until you were safely home again. Especially since it was his fault you were taken in the first place. "Stop that," you chided gently as if you could read his mind, "You don't make choices for others, Sandor. This was their doing, not yours." Sandor grunted softly, prompting you to sigh and quiet down again.

When you came upon a river, you asked Sandor to stop. "We need to get you cleaned up. We aren't far from home. We'll be perfectly safe," you said when Sandor tried to protest. Still, you looked up at him with those (e/c) eyes of yours and he couldn't resist. You both dismounted the horse and Sandor followed you over to the water.

You made him sit down near the bank of the river while you ripped a piece of your dress. Sandor removed his some pieces of his armor while you did whatever it was you were going to do. You soaked the fabric in the water before turning back to your lover. With all the gentleness of a summer breeze, you picked up one of Sandor's hands and began cleaning any blood you could see.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. Sandor just let you do what you wanted. When you moved the cool, wet fabric to his face, he stiffened briefly but soon relaxed under your touch. He closed his eyes and let you work in silence. He'd never say it out loud, but he enjoyed every single touch you bestowed on him. "Thank you, Sandor. For coming after me," you whispered. Sandor opened his eyes and met your gaze again.

"You don't have to thank me. I wasn't gonna let them take you without payin' for it. You mean too much to me." Sandor felt himself blushing at his own confession, which you told him not to be embarrassed about. You laughed softly and finished your task.

Then, you quickly kissed Sandor on the lips and pulled back, resting your forehead against his now clean one. "I love you, Sandor." Sandor hummed and murmured that he loved you too. "Let's go home, okay?" Sandor nodded, stood, and walked back to his horse. Now that everything was done, exhaustion was creeping in and there was nothing more that Sandor wanted to do than get home and curl up in bed with you in his arms.