Game of Thrones One Shots

Choices: Sandor Clegane x Reader

Anon: Can I request Sandor with prompt "No matter what, I'd still choose you"? Thank you!

You were alive, you were unharmed. You had survived the long night and so had he. When you had gone to bed last night after all the bodies had been burnt, the smell of rotten flesh still in the air, you had curled into his side, clinging to his massive frame and making him wrap his strong arms around him.
"Lie with me", you had told him, pulling him even closer. You had heard them talk about marching to King's Landing and you were sure he had heard the Lords and Ladies chatter about it, too. And that would lead to one thing and one thing only. He was going to leave. He was determined to kill his brother and you had to keep him from doing so.

He had seen it himself, the Mountain was no more, he was a corpse walking. The shell of the man he had once been had remained and the only thing left was violence and brutality. You loved Sandor and because you did, you knew that he would not come out on top. Revenge had blinded him, and his stupid pride was threatening to take everything from you. He was your entire world, the only thing that mattered in this life and you knew that he was going to part from you.

That night, you had tried to stay awake, tried to force your eyes to never close and tried to intertwine your limbs so that he may never leave. You had wrapped his body around you and had tangled your legs together.
"Stay here," you said and kissed his face, his lips, his cheeks, his fore head and his nose. Perhaps you were trying to drown out the hate that he held for his elder brother with your love.
"I love you", you kept telling him and your heart pained when he didn't say it back. You tried to stay awake, tried to hold him back in case he decided to leave. But your body was weak and the exhaustion form barely escaping death made you weary. The fight against the heavy weight of your eyelids had been short and, in the end, it had forced you to your knees and forced you to give into the land of dreams.

Still, you hoped that he would wake you by stirring and having to detangle your limbs from his body. You prayed that you were enough to change his mind, enough to make him stay.
But when you woke, cold and lonely, you knew that your efforts had not been enough. You had not been enough. He was gone. He was riding towards his own grave.

At first, you wanted to cry your heart out, wanted to scream and trash around in your sad and lonely bed, but there was still time. it would take at least a fortnight for him to reach the capital. That meant that you had a fortnight to make him stir his horse around. Gods, why did you have to fall in love with such a pig-headed man.

You grabbed your cloak and dressed yourself while running to the stables. Nothing and nobody would be able to stop you know. You were on a mission and nobody would be able to keep you from your love. In your haste you dropped something, but you couldn't care less. You were still tying tunics to your body when you reached the stables.

"Seven hells", a gruff voice said.
You had startled him. You had managed to catch Sandor Clegane, one of the most feared warriors in Westeros, off guard.
"What are you doing down here. Go back to bed", he said but didn't turn around to face you.
"Only if you go with me", you said and tried to sound strong. You were intimidated. Not by him, but by the prospect of losing him and it was so close. Had you awoken a minute later, you would have had to chase him through the snow.
"Can't", he simply said, fastening a few straps on his horse that you both knew didn't need to be secured. He was just trying to avoid looking in your eyes.
You exhaled loudly and crossed your arms in front of your body. "We both know that's a lie. You can take my hand and you can go back to bed with me, you just don't want to." He flinched at your words.
"Sandor", you said through gritted teeth, your head pulsing with anger, "Look at me when I am speaking with you. It may be the last time that you ever see my face after all and I will not have this discussion with your back."
"Good", he still wasn't moving, "Because we are not having this discussion."

You sighed, annoyed with his childishness and with the entire situation. He was going to die, you both knew it and what frustrated you most was that his death would be in vain. It would be in vain, it would have no meaning and it could be prevented so easily. If he wasn't going to turn around, you would just have to stand in front of him. Quickly, you marched over to where he stood and pressed yourself in between horse and man.
His eyes widened in shock before dropping to the floor. He was still not able to look at you.
"Look at me", you said, your voice stern. "Look at me", you repeated, this time softening your tone. "Please, Sandor, look at me."
And he did, he raised his gaze and found your eyes. They told you more than his mouth could ever. He was already regretting this. He hated himself for it. perhaps, of you pushed him enough, you could change his mind and turn his life around.
"Why are you choosing death over me? Am I so unbearable?"
"No", he tried to speak but you interrupted him.
"Then, tell me, why are you choosing hatred for your dead cunt brother over me? Why? After all that we have been through, after all I had to endure, no matter what, I'd still choose you. Why can't you choose me?" You breathed in sharply. "You have a choice, you do."
"It is not that easy, not when you have hated for as long as I have."

Your jaw tightened at that. It was as plain as day. His mind was set.
"Fine, go get yourself killed, but don't expect me to cry over your grave", you were walking away from him.
"I don't want you to cry over me", he said.
"Oh, dear Sandor, you keep lying to yourself. Go, get yourself killed." Your face hardened, and you tried to look at him with the coldness of the snow outside. "Choose misery and choose to leave me."
He looked at you and you saw him chewing the insides of his cheeks. Something in him had to have changed because he charged at you like a hungry man would run towards a nicely cooked meal. His mouth consumed yours, his hands where everywhere at once and your thoughts were replaced by only his body and yours.
"Fuck him", he said into the kiss.
"Yes, fuck your brother. This is better than killing him and dying, isn't it."
He smiled down at you and then, laughter erupted from his stomach. "Were you really going to ride after me like that?"
"Yes, what's so funny?"
He laughed again ad kissed your forehead. "You're only wearing one shoe." Your eyes left his face and darted towards your feet. It was true. Then again, you had dropped something in the courtyard before. That had to have been the shoe.