Game of Thrones One Shots

Two Hearts: Sandor Clegane x Reader

Request: I'm bad at requesting things but could I ask for Sandor fluff, like them cuddling after a battle ect idk ❤❤

Warnings: none

He stormed into your chambers and he was fire and fury. It wasn't that easy. He couldn't just leave the things he had done and seen at the threshold. The first thing you noticed was the blood that clung to his armour. It spread across his body in patterns from the tips of his metal gloves to the scruff oh his neck. He had pushed aside the desk and chest of drawers you had barred against the doors of your chamber in case the battle was lost.

The screams and stench coming from below had haunted your soul and sent shivers right through your bones. It was wrong to do so, but you had prayed that Sandor would live more than anyone.

"Anyone but him", you had repeated for the hours that the battle had taken place. "Anyone but him."

You should have prayed for all the men's lives, but you didn't care for them, not in the way you cared for Sandor. When his heavy knocks against your doors had ripped you from your prayers and his voice had called for you to open the door, you had almost cried tears of joy. Your Sandor was back. He was back!

Carefully, you placed a hand to the scarred side of his face and let your thumb run across the bumps.
"You won", you said. "My great warrior."
"Not a warrior", he replied but melted into your touch anyway. A cold metal hand enveloped the hand on his cheek and tried to mimic your action. The sharpness of the metal stung but you were careful not to flinch. Moments like these were rare with Sandor.
Then, you pulled at his arm and led him towards your bed. You pushed him to sit down on it and started removing his armour for him. You crawled behind him for better access, stirring up your bed sheets. He had to be exhausted. Layer after layer came off, and with it the blood of people that were nothing but bodies now. It was as if with each piece of metal you removed, a little bit of weight was lifted off his heart.

You continued to free him of his armour until he was left with his breeches and a linen shirt. Blushing, you hesitated at the shirt, but he pulled it over his head on his own accord. Softly, you pulled him back into your body and scooted so far back until his whole body could come to rest on the soft mattress. His head was on your chest, eyes closed and taking slow breaths. You rubbed soothing circles into his palms and chest. His chest was heavy against you, but you didn't mind. He was safe, and he was with you. You lay like this for a while, no words spoken, just his breathing and yours.

From outside the window you could hear the cheers and laughs of soldiers drinking to their victory. He had fought bravely. He had probably done more for this victory than fifteen men combined.

"You should be out there with them", you said quietly.
"No", he said, sighing, "I am right where I should be." As if to emphasise his point, he curled into you even more. "This is what I fought for after all." A smile ghosted your lips. He had fought for you. Not for the sake of his men or the protection of the castle, just for you.

You draped your arms around his body and let your legs tangle in between his. As you did so, he pulled you in closer and placed a kiss atop your head. Then, he reached behind you and pulled your blanket over the both of you.
"Sandor, I can't sleep like this. I am still wearing my court attire", you whispered shyly.
He gave you a tired smile but released you from his grip. "We can change that." Slowly but steadily you could feel him untie your garments and pull you out of them until you were left with the minimum. Were he in a different moody, this evening would have looked very different. However, he just pulled you close again and breathed in your scent.
He needed your touch and your soothing words. You had no idea of the horrors he had faced outside the walls of your chambers, but you were going to try to make him forget.

Your head was resting against his chest as you drew circles all over his body. With every passing second, you could feel him relax a little more and release the tension from his body.
"As long as you're in my arms, you are going to be safe", you said and thought that you might have sounded a bit silly. He was the one with a sword and not you, but you meant it. Your arms were always going to be there to catch him when he fell and when he needed comfort.
In response, he kissed you chastely and then let his head rest on top of yours.

You were so close to him now, you could hear his own heartbeat. Perhaps it was your imagination, but you could have sworn that your own heart tried to match Sandor's. Two hearts desperate to beat as one.

A/N: I hope you like it requester! I didn't know which battle you wanted this for, so I left it very open for imagination. The same goes for the gender and the House of the Reader. 

Also, I swear I can write other characters! I just don't get requests for them! So, if you want to read about someone else, leave a comment with a request!