Young Wolf

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Game of Thrones

Sandor Clegane

Her Hound, His Wolf

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

Dragon Rider

Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Edd Tollett

The Crow and the Wolf

Part One

Grenn

The Night Wolf

Part One

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Her Hound, His Wolf

PART 7

Words: 1.2 K

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and violence, usual GoT warnings

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or gif(s) used below

Y/N and Sandor had barely spoken since their last encounter. Sandor leaving almost immediately after promising to protect her. When around he would always hover and make sure no harm would come to her, but he kept his distance in regards to being alone with her. Never giving either of them the chance to get too close. This was until the battle of the Blackwater. The young wolf did everything she could to find him that day. Once she did she was thankful they were alone.

Sandor was always polite to her but kept their greetings short, a small nod and smile was what he usually got from her now so it was definitely a surprise when she ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. His arms just kind of hovered over her unsure of what to do. “What in the seven hells are you doing wolf,” was all he could say but there was a softness to his voice that she picked up, she didn’t budge. “Don’t fight,” for the first time since he’d met her she actually sounded defeated. Sandor just sighed and put his arms around her. “I’ll come back little wolf, I’ll come back.”

It had been hours since the fight began, Y/N sat with the rest of the ladies locked away. They could hear the screams and see the fire blazing out near the Blackwater.

Y/N was terrified, not for herself but for Sandor. She knew what the fire would be doing to him. He had never told her about it and she never pushed but she had heard the stories, she knew that he would be afraid right now. If he couldn’t concentrate on fighting over his fear then he wouldn’t be coming back for her.

She strode over to Sansa and Shae. “You two need to get out of here,” the dark-haired beauty expressed. “Go slip out the entrance I’ll keep them occupied.”

Both Stark sisters slipped through the door and ran towards their rooms. Y/N practically threw Sansa into her room. “Bolt the door and put the heaviest thing you can manage in front of it. Answer it for no one except me.” The fierce wolf commanded and she shut Sansa’s door.

She ran to her room to grab her sword and a few other bits and pieces they might need to survive. Rifling through her stuff to find what she needed, she heard someone shift behind her. Whipping around sword in hand outstretched to whoever was here for her.

“For fuck sake wolf, will you stop pulling that bloody sword on me.” She dropped her sword and ran at Sandor. Practically leaping into his arms. “I thought you were gone, I was so worried. I saw the fire and heard all the screams and I... I was so worried.” She was whispering by the end of the sentence just loud enough for him to hear. She hadn’t realized how emotional she was, she wiped away at the tears in her eyes hoping he wasn’t able to see them in the darkened room. “Stop yer crying wolf, I’m okay, we’re going to be okay,” He was still holding her, after everything tonight and seeing the way she reacted to the possibility of him being hurt, he was afraid to put her down. She pushed back trying to get a good look at him which is when she saw all the blood he was covered in. Sandor saw her eyes grow wide as she grabbed his face turning it side to side checking for injuries like he had done to her so many times. “The blood. Are you hurt? Did they get you?” His heart warmed at the concern in her eyes and voice as she searched for any possible injuries. “Not my blood, stop yer worryin.” She finally regained that smile he was so used to seeing. “Pack yer bag, I’m taking you home.” Sandor hadn’t seen her this happy in a long time, she finally had a glimmer of hope in her eyes that Kings Landing had all but extinguished. Still in Sandor’s arms she placed her hands on either side of his face. “Thank you, Sandor, for everything you’ve done for me and my family.” She could see he was about to make another jab at her so she placed her finger over his mouth. Feeling the rough scarring across his lips along with the slickness of the wine he’d been downing.  “I mean it Sandor, I owe you my life a thousand times over. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t come back to me tonight, you’re all I have left.” Sandor was again left speechless by this beautiful girl, he couldn’t believe she actually cared for him on any level. She deserved better than him, she deserved anyone other than him. He placed her back down and she could feel the embarrassment creep up on her. “Sorry I overstepped,” she felt her heart sink

“Don’t waste your apologies on a scarred cunt like me.” He said trying to ease the tension. Y/N was slightly taken aback by the quick turn in the conversation between the two, she recovered her composure before retorting, “Everyone has their scars Clegane.” Her voice was as cold and hard as stone, he went to reply but she cut him off. “We need to find Sansa.”

All he could do was curse himself on the way to the younger starks room.

Y/N knocked on Sansa’s door “it’s me little one.” She heard something being dragged from behind the door and the bolt twisting to open. Sansa quickly embraced you before backing away when he saw who you were with. “Pack a bag, we’re going.” Y/N stated to her sister. “What? We can’t leave! Not with him.” She looked up at Sandor with disgust “choose your words very carefully sister.” “I will not leave with the Kings dog, he will soon enough trade us in for money and whores.” She still wouldn’t even open the door up fully. “Aye I’d get a lot for the two sweet Stark girls.” Sandor chuckled darkly. Y/N looked at him with a warning glare and surprisingly enough it shut him up.

“Sansa I know you don’t trust him but I need you to trust me, I am leaving with or without you tonight. I will not stay here for us to be play things to a bastard king.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I wish you well on your journey but the safest place is here.” And with that Sansa slammed the door and her sister heard the bolt lock. Y/N just leaned against the wall while Sandor looked at her as if waiting for her to make their final decision. “Let’s go.”

And they ran.

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Finally back after my little hiatus! Sorry it’s been so long guys but I’ll have the next part of Her Hound, His Wolf ready very very soon for you all!!

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The Night Wolf

PART ONE

Request: “Hi!!! I love your writing! Im not sure if you're writing for other GoT characters but if you are could I please get a request for Grenn? I really want to see a Stark reader, like Jons sister to go to the wall like Sansa did and fall for Grenn. Maybe she can have her own dire wolf and Jon thinks they died at the Red Wedding but they fought their way out. Grenn doesn't know what to do at first because of his vow? IDK if that makes sense or is too vague but just make it up as you go hehe!”

Grenn x OC!Stark

A/N: So as per usual I got carried away with this haha, not everything is covered in this because I will be writing a second part. I really hope you like this as its my first time writing for Grenn! I also used this opportunity to use an OC id been working on, I hope you don't mind!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, Usual GoT warnings.

Words: 1.3K

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters (except for Lyria) or gif(s) used below.

“There’s someone approaching the gate.” A smaller man announced to Grenn, before being met with a questioning look, “A hooded figure, they are approaching quickly,” Grenn nodded before instructing the man, “Go and tell the Lord Commander,” before climbing down the stairs towards the gate.

As the stranger rode in, Grenn stood back, hand finding the hilt of his sword preparing for the worst. “State your business.” As the figure dismounted he noticed they were quite smaller than they appeared on the horse. They stepped forward and removed the hood that covered their face, Grenn froze hand dropping from his sword immediately when he saw the face behind the hood.

The face of a beauty. Soft lips set into a serious expression, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves but what he noticed most was her eyes, those beautiful stark grey eyes. Which he then noticed were focused solely on him forcing him to regain his composure. “I wish to speak to the Lord Commander.” The confidence in her voice surprised Grenn slightly, “What business do you have with the Lord Commander,” he asked, voice softer than before.

The woman went to answer but before she could a flash of white leapt towards her knocking her to the ground, “Ghost!” Grenn immediately yelled running over to try to help the woman, but all he was met with was laughter. Her laugh was as soft as she looked, the melody filling him with warmth.  When he reached the pair she was still giggling, pushing the giant dire wolf off her, “Get off, you big lump,” she sighed as his weight was finally removed.

Grenn reached out a hand to help her up but the sudden movement caught Ghost off guard, he jumped before the Stranger growling at Grenn. “Ghost!” The woman snapped before turning her gaze back to Grenn, “I’m so sorry! I guess he’s still a bit protective of me,” she giggles as she soothes the dire wolf back to his normal self. Before he could react, a voice boomed from behind them “Lyria?” Jon’s pace quickened as he walked towards them, Ghost taking to his side as he reached them. Grenn looked at the woman, of course she was Lyria Stark. He had heard stories about her, her beauty, the Stark warrior, the night wolf. He had also heard she was dead, seen his brother in arms mourn for her.

A smirk grew on her face as she spoke to her brother, “Lord Commander hey?” she jested. She barely got the words out before she was being pulled into his arms, he held her tighter than he ever head. She could feel his sadness, his loss and she reprimanded herself for not coming sooner. Pulling back he looked her over, “Are you okay? I thought you were dead! I heard about Robb and Catelyn, you were supposed to be at the Twins too?” Grenn noticed the pain in her eyes as Jon spoke about the wedding, “I was…” but Jon stopped her from continuing, noticing the many curious eyes around them, “We will talk about it inside.” He instructed before looking around again.

“Where’s Shadow?” Jon noticed the smirk on Lyria’s face as she pointed behind the two and sure enough upon one of the many open walkways of the castle sat a large dire wolf, just smaller than ghost and as black as night. The wolf sat carefully hidden in the shadows before heading towards them. His bright red eyes focused on the two men as he sat in front of Lyria. Sniffing at Grenn curiously.

“Great now there’s two wolves,” Grenn mumbled. Lyria giggled causing a slight blush to appear across Grenn’s face, “Don’t worry, Shadow and I won’t be a bother.” A stout man spoke up then, Lyria hadn’t seemed to notice him watching from a distance. “You won’t be a bother because you won’t be staying here, no room for women at castle black.” As he stepped closer a low growl could be heard from Shadow, Jon was about to shut the man down but Grenn stepped forward surprising both Lyria and Jon, “Shut it Vigdis, it’s up to the Lord Commander where she stays.” But Vigdis just laughed, “Got a crush on the little stark bitch, aye Grenn?” Before Grenn could respond Jon snapped, “Enough both of you. Come on Lyria, we will talk inside.”

The pair and their wolves made their way inside leaving Grenn staring after her, not noticing Pyp’s presence next to him. “Who’s the girl?” he questioned. “Lyria Stark, Jon’s sister.” Pyp looked up at him noticing how his eyes hadn’t left the girl and laughed, “Dream on, Grenn.”

Jon wished he had dinner sent up to them instead of eating in the hall like they usually did, Jon could feel the stares of the men but it didn’t seem to bother Lyria. She was laughing and discussing better times, “I missed you brother, things hadn’t been the same since you left.” Jon could see the pain in her eyes as she began reminiscing on when everything had started to go wrong for the Starks, “This is all because of that fat prick of a King, if father hadn’t gone to Kings Landing with him we would all still be alive and well in Winterfell.” A tear slid down her cheek before she could stop it, she quickly brushed it away before changing the subject.

Grenn watched on from a table near the pair, watching her smile fade as she wipes a tear away. He can feel the strain in his chest as he fights the urge to approach the table, luckily enough he’s snapped out of his thoughts by Sam, “She’s quite pretty isn’t she?” he remarks, Grenn just feigns disinterest, “She’s alright,” he mumbles as he turns his attention back to his sub-par dinner. Pyp scoffs from next to him, “Alright? Is that why you can’t keep your eyes off her.” Grenn opened his mouth to argue when he heard that same melodic giggle that had already warmed his heart a few times that day, turning to see the beauty standing by the table and Jon nowhere to be seen.

“Grenn, was it?” he couldn’t do anything but nod, “My brother had to meet with some of the free folk, but he said you were the one to see about going to the top of the wall?” He still didn’t respond, not seeming to be able to find any words at the moment, her smile began to fade as she continued, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to be a burden, I’m sure I can find my way up there.” She turned and began walking towards the door, slightly embarrassed by the small rejection. She had just made it outside when she heard a voice behind her, “Wait, Lady Stark.” He paused to regain some breathe, obviously trying to reach her in some haste, “I can take you up the wall.” He watched the soft smile grace her face and felt his stomach flutter, “Only if you’re not too busy, I do not wish to be a burden,” He barely let her finish before jumping in, “Not a burden at all my lady, I’d be honoured.” A sheepish smile crossed his face as he spoke to her, she simply nodded feeling a slight heat reach her cheeks as he looked at her. “Lead the way.”

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Night gathers, and now my watch begins...

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Part two of The Crow and the Wolf??

Let me know if you guys want it!

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Requests are Open!

I feel like i want to start writing for more GoT characters. I’ve never done requests before so go easy on my haha but if there’s anything you wanna see let me know! I’d love to do some of the less popular characters too!

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I will always ship these two, idc what anyone else says. Theons ending broke my heart, they both deserved so much better.

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Daenerys: Oh my gods! You need to call a Maester, you’ve been stabbed 69 times.

Daario, winking at Dany: Nice

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Remind me to never get attached to a fictional character again.

When they die it breaks my heart.

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I feel this in my bones

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Sansa, jokingly: I should have Jon kill you for that.

Jon, peers around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Sansa: Wh- no, Jon I was just kidding.

Jon, pulling out Longclaw: No, who's bothering you?

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I’m Back!

First of I’m sooo sorry I’ve been inactive. I had so much going on with work and Uni that i had no time to fit any writing in.

But now I’m back and i finally posted the next part of Her Hound, His Wolf and I’ll be working on the next Dragon Rider part as well as some new one shots!

Thanks so much for your patience and i hope you enjoy what I’ve got coming!

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Her Hound, His Wolf

PART SIX

A/N: I have FINALLY found time to write another chapter for this, sorry to keep you waiting guys! Ive just finished Uni exams so this will give me more time to continue these series. Thank you so much for the patience.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Violence, Usual GoT warnings

Words: 1.6K

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or gif(s) used below.

Y/N’s twin brother Robb has progressed and fought harder than anyone had thought, but she knew he would. She believed in him, they were even calling him the Wolf King, stories started streaming in about him turning into a dire wolf at night. No doubt thanks to Grey Wind constantly being at his side. The stories made Y/N giggle, she couldn’t wait to tease him about it when she saw him again. If she ever saw him again.

Although she was so proud of her brother, his advances hadn’t made it any easier on the Stark sisters stuck in the clutches of the Lannister’s.

Y/N were being called to court today no doubt because of the most recent attack by Robbs army.

Y/N went to answer a knock on her door, expecting to be greeted but the usual hulking figure she was surprised to see another guard standing there. “I’m here to escort you to court, lady Y/N.”

The walk to court was slow, she knew what was coming, this would be the beginning of the end of the Stark girls’ days at Kings Landing.

Y/N froze as the sight in court came into view, Sansa was already on her knees in front of the king, a small pool of blood coming from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes then travelled to Sandor, standing as always beside his king, his expression as cold and unrevealing as always.

“Ah finally, Lady Y/N,” Joffrey called, a devious grin on his face and a loaded crossbow in his hands. “You’re both here to answer for your brothers’ latest treasons.” He raised the crossbow to point at Sansa, she began defending herself “Your grace, whatever my traitor brother has done I had no part, you know this, I beg you please.” Y/N hated how Sansa spoke about their brother, but she understood it was a matter of survival.

As Joffrey had Lancel read out the crimes against their brother Y/N stepped closer to the King, planting herself in between Sansa and the arrow pointed at her.

Sandor’s chest constricted, how was he supposed to protect this girl if she bloody insisted on putting herself in harm’s way every day.

Joffrey put the crossbow down but gestured for Ser Meryn Trant to continue the punishment, he raised his hand again. The hit knocked Y/N to the ground and she could faintly hear the mumbles and gasps from the crowd behind them. Her eyes remained cold, raised to the kings, his face plastered with the same grin, clearly happy for a new play thing to break in, “Sansa has had her punishment for today, take her back to her chambers,” a Knight came to help Sansa to her feet, her worried expression turned to her sister but Y/N only gave her a warm smile. Joffrey saw this and his anger grew, “You can mess this ones face up as much as you want Trant.” Another blow hit the side of her face, trying to stay as strong as possible. As the beating continued, Y/N kept her façade, giving nothing away but small whimpers. “Meryn, the lady is overdressed, unburden her,” Joffrey ordered Trant. The young wolf’s eyes found Sandor once more. She was surprised to see the anger on his face and his hand around the hilt of his sword, white knuckles showing the hard grasp against it.

Trant ripped the back of her dress leaving her shoulders and back exposed, as the garment began to fall down she grabbed it before she could be too revealed. Upon seeing this Trant gave her a swift kick in the ribs. All the air left her as she doubled over trying to regain some sort of breathing pattern. “Meryn, why don’t you show us how your new dagger performs?”

As he unsheathed his dagger he mumbled to you “this is for the tavern you Stark whore.”

Y/N regained her composure and looked up at her king with daggers in her eyes, she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. She heard Sandor shift at the King’s side as if he was taking a step forward but she didn’t move her gaze. Just then the doors to court swung open “What is the meaning of this!” Joffrey’s eyes shot to the back of the court as Tyrion strides through the room. Y/N’s eyes flick to Sandor seeing a flash of relief before his usual scowl replaced it but his grip had lightened on his sword.

Tyrion turned to Meryn, “What kind of knight beats a helpless woman?” “The kind that serves his king,” Meryn spat back.

“Someone get the girl something to cover herself with,” Tyrion announces before turning to the King. Sandor was by the Stark girls’ side in an instant ripping the cloak from his back and draping it around her. “Yer okay little wolf,” he whispered before helping you stand.

“Hound, take the lady back to her Chambers,” Tyrion commands before giving her an apologetic look.

Sandor helps the young wolf walk until they are out of sight, he then places his arm beneath her and lifts her bridal style to carry her back to her chambers. She simply rests her head against him, not having any more fight left in her today.

Sandor placed her on her bed, he looks at her and opened his mouth before thinking better of himself, she hadn’t missed it though. “Go ahead, tell me I’m a stupid girl with a death wish or whatever it is today that I’ve done wrong.” He simply sat next to her cleaning the cut on her cheek, “Not today, little wolf.”

She eyed him carefully, this was the first time they had spoken since the day she had embarrassed herself in front of him. He noticed the glance but continued attending to the cuts and bruises on her face. “Are ya ever gonna talk to me again?” he questioned but she refused to meet his gaze. After another moment passed he spoke again “Aye, I keep forgetting how fucking stubborn you are.” She couldn’t help the small smile that graced her face, which in return brought a smile to Sandor’s lips. “I’m sorry for the other day…” she finally speaks. Sandor just continues as if he hadn’t heard, hoping to avoid that conversation.

She continued when he hadn’t responded, “I shouldn’t have assumed that it was okay…” trailing off again as this time he turned to stare at her. “You were upset and hurt, I was comforting you. It was just reaction and I didn’t want you to do something you would regret.”

She looked at him in slight disbelief, “Sandor, I didn’t try to kiss you because I was upset. Is that what you think?” he looked away then. “Why else would a girl like you want to kiss an old dog like me?” The pain in his tone hurt her deeply, she grabbed his chin and turned his face to look at her again.

“I wish you could see yourself, the way I see you.” Y/N spoke so softly as if she thought Sandor would spook at any given word. Her hand reaching up to stroke the side of his face that he hated so much which in turn caused him to tense under the feather light touch. Sandor grabbed her hand before looking her in the eye, “Y/N don’t, you don’t want this. You don’t want me.” His voice was stern but she could see the pain in his eyes, all she wanted was to take that pain away.

“I have to go. The boy cunt will be expecting me back at his side.” Sandor removed his hand from hers, leaning back slightly to create some space between the two. Y/N just sighed, used to the feeling of his rejections by now. She grabbed the cloak that was wrapped around her shoulders before practically throwing it him. “Can’t forget your precious Lannister cloak.” She spat as she moved to find something to change into, her broken dress barely covering her top half. Sandor couldn’t help but stare after her, her back fully exposed watching the way her figure curved. All he could do was stare after her in adoration, his gaze trailing every inch of skin he could see. Until his eyes focused on a few distinguishable marks on her back and he froze. The raised skin shining against the light hitting it, scarred lines marked her back in short slices. As soon as he was able to make out the small scars they disappeared as she placed a robe around her.

Y/N turned around and was surprised by the look on Sandor’s face, shock mostly but what worried her the most was the slight look of fear in his eyes. Then it hit her, she didn’t realize how exposed her back was. Pulling the robe around her tightly as if to hide herself even more her defenses rose again. “You can leave now Sandor. I can take care of the rest of the cuts. Thank you for bringing me back to my chamber.” Her tone was flat, almost cold. Sandor just took steps towards her and for the first time since they had known each other she backed away. Slowly he raised his hand to brush a strand of hair from her face. “I will never let anyone hurt you again little wolf. I promise you that.”

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Her Hound, His Wolf

PART FIVE

A/N: Finally!! I know this took a long time I've just been super busy lately, so I made this part a bit longer than the others to make up for it! anyway hope you guys enjoy!!

Warnings: Death, swearing, angst, usual GoT warnings

Words: 1.8K

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters gif(s) used below.

The following days were tense, King Roberts hunting accident was serious, he didn’t live long past returning to the keep. Joffrey had captured Y/Ns father and although threatening to behead him Sansa had begged him for mercy and convinced him to strip Eddard of his titles and send him to join the men of the nights watch.

As Y/N stood waiting for Joffrey to order her father to join the watchers of the wall. Sandor stood behind her, his large figure hovering over her. Since that drunken night he had spent a lot more time watching over her. Whenever he wasn’t forced to look after the boy king that was.

Joffrey stood in front of her father and faced the city “My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Night's Watch... stripped of all titles and powers, he would serve the realm in permanent exile. And my Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father.”

Y/N was surprised but thankful at the fact that Cersei had also pleaded for the mercy of the girl’s father. She should’ve known better than to trust the words of the bastard King. “But they have the soft hearts of women... so long as I'm your King treason shall never go unpunished! Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!”

Sansa broke down, another guard grabs her to make sure she doesn’t run

Y/N immediately goes to lunge forward, Sandor catches her and turns her into him, probably anticipating she would lash out at the King. She quickly reaches for the hilt of his sword but before it can be unsheathed Sandor once again stops the girl. Y/N looks up at Sandor with a fire in her eyes he had never seen before, the hurt mixed with anger and betrayal. The sight made Sandor’s heart sink, never wanting this girl to feel the pain she was feeling right now.

Y/N turned back to face her father, he looked over to the girls and gave them a knowing nod, to which Y/N returned and put on the bravest face she could muster.

As the axe swung down Sansa dropped to her knees and began crying even harder. Sandor looked down at Y/N expecting to have to pick up the pieces of a broken girl, instead he was met with a face of stone, her lips pressed in a tight line, her gaze staring past the horrific scene in front of them, hands clasp together the white of her knuckles showing the tight grasp she had. If he didn’t know her any better he would’ve said the whole thing didn’t faze her, if it wasn’t for the pain he could see in her eyes and the slight tremble of her lips.

Joffrey ordered Sandor and the other guard to take the Stark girls back to their chambers. The walk back to the keep was quiet, Sandor stood close to her the whole time as if she would crumble at any second. As he closed the chamber door behind them both, Sandor turned towards the young wolf expecting to have to comfort her in her time of need instead to his surprise he was faced with an angry little wolf. Pain and rage mixed in her eyes, hands balled into fists.

“Why did you stop me?” She practically yelled at him. “You stupid girl! You would’ve gotten yourself killed.” He growled back at her.

He was surprised to hear the girl laugh, not her usual sweet laugh, this one was cold and all humor had been stripped from it. “Let’s not pretend. Now that father is gone we will be beaten and surely soon enough killed ourselves through no fault of our own.” Sandor felt his anger rise, though not directed at the stark girl. “I won’t let that happen, I promise.” The pain in her eyes grew deeper “You can’t make that promise Sandor, I can’t trust anyone in this city bar myself. People here are only after their best interest, whether it be gold, power...” she paused before looking Sandor straight in the eyes “...or their loyalty to their cunt king.”

When no reply came from the large man, she sighed. “Thank you for bringing me back to my chambers, you may leave now Sandor.” He hesitated, knowing she would break down as soon as he was out of sight. He grunted some sort of good bye at her before turning around to leave.

He closed the door and stood behind it waiting, he heard the first whimper come from behind the door, a wave of sobs soon following. His hand hovered over the handle, debating whether to return to the young wolf. But she was right, he was a dog loyal to his king, the distance would be better for both of them.

The days that followed were hard for the Stark girls. Arya was missing, Robb had raised armies to fight the Lannister’s after hearing of his father’s death and Joffrey had broken Sansa’s spirit, Y/N could see it. She was too weak to fight for herself, which only gave Y/N more encouragement to look after her sister. Joffrey was growing tired of the eldest sisters’ spirit

“Dog, bring me the Stark girl.” Joffrey commanded one afternoon. Sandor nodded before finding Y/N in the gardens. “The king would like to see you,” he grunted at her. She rolled her eyes “I wonder what exciting torture he has planned for me today.”

Sandor grabbed at the young wolf’s wrist to turn her towards him, removing it before anyone could see. “Keep your mouth shut today little lady. Don’t make this worse than it has to be.” Before Y/N could come back at him with a retort she saw the seriousness in his eyes and settled on a simple nod instead.

Y/N knew exactly why she was there as soon as she saw the horrible king. “Ah lady Y/N, I have something to show you. Look” he commands as he points up at the large wall. She does not break eye contact with Joffrey

“I said look at it!” He commands her. She raises her eyes to see the head of her father on a spike. The young wolf’s facade doesn’t falter. “What do you think?” He smugly asks. “How long do I have to look, your Grace” the venom in those last word could not be hidden from her voice.

“See that spot next to his, that is where your head will be placed when I’m done with you.” The young wolf’s eyes focus back on the king, no emotion just coldness in them. “Maybe a pretty face would lighten the place up a bit.” She could hear the soft growl come from behind her and she knew she would have to deal with Sandor’s reprimanding later.

“Don’t worry I’ll keep you alive for now. So that after I raise my armies and kill your traitor brother, I can give you his head as well.” Without missing a beat, the young wolf spoke, the coldness and hate in her tone and eyes could surely strike fear into any man “or maybe he’ll give me yours.”

The sharp intake of breath was heard behind her. Sandor could feel the anger rise inside him as he fought with himself on what to do. He couldn’t protect her from the king himself without getting them both killed. His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, waiting to see how this would unfold.

The king caught off guard by Y/N’s will, froze, before taking the steps towards her and striking her across the face.

“I will kill your brother, then I will kill you and finally I will marry your sister. Do you know what I’m going to do to her for the rest of her miserable life?” The young wolf spit blood on the floor in front of him in response. “Dog remove her.”

Sandor grabbed the girl roughly by the arm and practically dragged her to the keep. He slammed the door behind them Y/N had never seen this much anger in his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you girl?” He yelled “You’re going to get yourself fucking killed.” He took a step toward her with every word. The young wolf stood her ground, he didn’t know why he was surprised by her stubbornness anymore. “And what the fuck was I supposed to do Sandor? Stand there and congratulate the King on another day of being a complete cunt?” With a smirk on her face she expected Sandor to at least find some humor in her vulgar language as he usually does. But the anger in him just seemed to rise. “You are going to get yourself killed. You will die and then you will leave your family, you will leave your sister, you will leave...” his face softened as he trailed off. Taken aback by the softness in his tone Y/N took a step towards the brute and put a hand on his shoulder. “I will be okay Sandor,” he loves the way his name sounded coming from her mouth, “you don’t need to worry about me.” To which he scoffed.

Sandor cupped her chin not breaking the eye contact between the pair. Y/N felt her heart flutter at his warm touch, the pair didn’t move for what seemed like hours before Sandor began turning her head to inspect the marks left by Joffrey. Y/N could see the anger in his eyes as his fingers traced her already slightly bruised cheek. She was surprised at the softness of his touch and she couldn’t understand how anyone could fear this man. Y/N reached out a hand and placed it on his scarred cheek, she immediately felt the man freeze under her touch his eyes quickly darting back to the young wolf. “I’m okay Sandor, I promise.” His heart melted as he looked at her, her warm smile that he barely ever saw anymore and her bright Y/E/C eyes shining, looking at him with an emotion he couldn’t quite register. Y/N could’ve sworn she saw his eyes dart towards her lips, so quick she almost missed it. Almost involuntarily she felt herself lean towards the brute of a man, eyes still not wavering.

Sandor’s eyes widened at the realisation of what was happening and his hand immediately dropped from her face, taking a step back he cleared his throat. He couldn’t do this, not with her. She was perfect and he, well he was a beast. A monster that would just ruin and disappoint her.

Y/N’s eyes immediately dropped to the floor as Sandor backed away, the heat rising to her face as she fought the embarrassment she felt. Turning away from Sandor to hide herself she spoke softly, “Thank you for returning me to my chambers. You may leave now,” She thanked the gods she kept her voice from breaking.

All she heard was the clinking of armour as he turned and walked towards the door. He seemed to pause debating whether or not to say something to the girl. “You deserve better.” Was all he could muster before closing the chamber door behind him.

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Work and Uni have been crazy recently guys sorry to keep you waiting but i promise the next part of Her Hound, His Wolf will be out this week!

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Clegane: Fuck off, we can’t beat them. We are fighting Death, they can’t beat Death.

Beric points to Arya: Tell her that.

Clegane *see Arya struggling*

Clegane: