GoT One-Shots!

Of Hounds and Stags(Sandor Clegane x fem!Baratheon reader)

When you left King's Landing with your brother Renly, you never thought this was where you'd end up. You never expected that you would find yourself a part of a small community building a new sept. Renly was killed shortly after the two of you had escaped the city where your nephew ruled. You had decided to go with Renly because you knew that Joffrey would label you a traitor as well and you'd find your head on the chopping block. Literally.

After Renly was killed, you had no choice but to run again or you'd be carted off back to Joffrey. That was how you found Brother Ray and his small community. They took you in, even knowing exactly who you were. You found a home there and a family even stronger than your blood. You all cared for one another and helped each other. After a while, you began to forget that you were a higher born woman. The sister and then aunt of a king. You would have forgotten your life in King's Landing completely if he hadn't shown up. If the Hound hadn't reappeared in your life.

You stood and wiped the sweat from your brow when you heard the tell tale sign of a cart approaching. Brother Ray's cart came into view and ran over to meet him. "Welcome back, Brother Ray," you greeted with a smile. "Thank you, Y/N. We have company." You cocked your head to the side in confusion until he gestured to the back of the cart. You slowly made your way over and glanced at the giant of the man lying in the back near death.

Your eyes widened. "I know this man," you whispered. "Do you?" You nodded. He was covered in blood, caked in dirt and grime but there was no denying who he was. "Sandor Clegane. The Hound. I knew him when I lived in King's Landing with my family." Brother Ray nodded. "I have heard stories of him."

You snorted out a laugh and replied, "Who hasn't? He strikes fear into the hearts of most men." It was Brother Ray's turn to laugh. "True. Does he frighten you?" You shook your head. Sandor never had frightened you. "Good. Then you can help me with him." You spent the next several days caring for Sandor. You cleaned him up and did what you could for his wounds. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sandor woke up.

Shielding his eyes from the brightness of the sun, Sandor groaned and cursed softly. Then he heard a soft, comforting, and familiar voice. "You're awake. Good. Thought we lost you a few times there." Blinking a few times, Sandor's eyes adjusted and his vision cleared. Your face was the first thing he saw. "I know ya. Yer the Baratheon woman." You chuckled softly. "And I know you, Sandor Clegane." He groaned again as he moved to sit up.

"Take it slow, Clegane. You were near death for some time. You need time to heal properly." He scowled at you, making you laugh. "Where am I?" he asked. You sat and talked with him, giving him any answers he wanted. He didn't tell you what happened to him and you didn't press the issue. Instead, you let him know exactly where he was and what was happening. "You are welcome to stay if you are willing to pull your weight. That is your decision. If you choose to leave, we will provide you with provisions." With that, you left his side for the first time since Brother Ray returned with him.

Sandor watched you leave, his thoughts bouncing all over the place. He wondered why some random stranger would save his life. Why he was brought to this small community when everyone knew he was a killer. And mostly, he wondered how you'd ended up here. Still, Sandor wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. You had saved him and offered him a place to stay. Without really thinking about it, Sandor knew he'd accept the offer.

The next few months flew by quickly for Sandor and it was partially thanks to the work he was doing but mostly, it was your company. You and Brother Ray were the only people to sit with him at meals, but you were the main person to actually speak to him. Sandor found himself eager to spend time with you every day. He enjoyed the conversations you shared and that you didn't look at him like he was a monster.

"What are you thinking about, Sandor?" your voice brought him out of his reverie. He glanced up to see you smiling down at him. You held two bowls in your hands, one extended out to him. "Nothin' important." You hummed in response and sat down next to him after he took his bowl. "I highly doubt that. The mind of Sandor Clegane must be full of important thoughts." Sandor heard no jest in your voice. "I was thinking about this place. About how I got here. About ya."

"Me?" He nodded, but didn't elaborate. The two of you ate, comfortable in each other's presence, as the rest of your community chatted quietly. Every once in a while, a silence would settle between you and Sandor would study your face when he thought you weren't looking. "You know, if you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to think there's something wrong with one of us," you quipped, looking back at him with a giggle.

It never failed to amaze Sandor that you somehow managed to keep a little bit of your free spirit despite everything you'd been through. You still had an air of a noble woman, but you worked your fingers to the bone when necessary. "You're doing it again." He blinked and realized he'd been staring at you once more. You stood with your empty bowl and took his from him before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his temple.

Sandor's eyes followed your retreating form for a moment before a voice caused him to look away. "You love her." Sandor gazed at Brother Ray who was smirking at him in amusement. Sandor scoffed and let out a short laugh. "No, I don't." Brother Ray shook his head with a smile. "Yes you do. The way you look at her tells me you do. But, if you wish to tell her, best to do it quickly." Sandor followed Brother Ray's gaze to where you were. One of the men of the community was standing and talking with you.

"He's fancied her since she came here. For a while, I thought we might have a wedding. Then you came along and Y/N? Well, her affections shifted." Brother Ray's eyes met Sandor's. "She doesn't love me." Brother Ray laughed. "You clearly don't know much about women. She does love you. All you have to do is watch her, really watch her, when she looks at you and you'd see it."

Brother Ray said nothing more as you returned. "What are you two up to?" Brother Ray and Sandor exchanged a glance before the former approached you. "Just a friendly conversation. Enjoy your evening, Y/N." He gave your shoulder a friendly squeeze and left you alone with Sandor once again. "What was that about?" you asked Sandor, whose eyes were on you yet again.

Sandor stood up, towering over you in a mere second. He looked down at you. "Do ya love me?" You stared at him in shock. You knew he was blunt, but you never expected him to be that blunt. When you didn't reply, Sandor turned away from you. "Yes," you finally answered, barely above a whisper. He heard you anyway and turned back. "What?"

"Yes, Sandor. I do love you. I thought I was being obvious." Taking one large step, he was right in front of you. "He was tellin' the truth?" Your brows furrowed. "Who?" you asked before your mind made the connection. "I told him to stay out of it," you muttered shooting a glare in Brother Ray's direction. " 'M glad he did," Sandor said softly. You glanced back up at him and saw the softest expression you'd ever seen on the man. Before you could respond, Sandor took your face in his large hands and leaned down to crash his lips against yours.

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