a/n: This is my first Pedro fic I'm posting. The ofc is a curvier/plus size-ish character. I don't see a lot of ofc's that are plus size so I figured I'd write my own. I hope you enoy!
Chapter One
Luanna looks up from her desk, hearing the familiar footsteps of her boss getting closer.
He walks up to her, plopping a stack of files on her desk.
"Do you mind staying a little late tonight?", he asks.
She shakes her head, "No. I don't mind, sir."
"Sir?", he chuckles, "I think we're past sir... I've known you since you were three, Lu."
"Fine. I just try to be professional sometimes."
He sits down near her in one of the client waiting seats.
"Of course. You're always professional.", he jokes, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head.
"What is that supposed to mean?! You're the one always goofing about, Peds."
Luanna throws a pen at him and he laughs.
"I didn't mean anything by it. You are always professional, Lu. You're great at your job. You being my assistant has seriously helped me keep my head attached. You're a huge help."
Luanna looks at him, smiling at his compliment.
"I'm just doing my job. You really took a chance on giving me this job last year. I had no experience and you helped me out so it's only fair that I actually do the job right.", she explains.
He smiles, "You are really good at the job, I mean it... And I promise I'm not throwing you all the paperwork. I've got a giant stack in my office so I'd say we're looking at staying till 8 or 9 tonight."
"It's not like I have any plans after this."
"No plans with, what was his name?... Nate?"
"No... He's out with friends, as usual."
"He's a partier?"
"Yep."
"Not really your style. You're more of a homebody."
Luanna shrugs, not wanting to talk about her romantic life any longer than necessary.
Pedro stands, walking over to her desk. He puts his hands on the edge, leaning on the surface.
"You deserve better... I know you. I know you don't like the frat type... So what's going on?"
"Nothing... I'm just trying to branch out, ya know. I can't seem to enjoy the company of any guy my age."
"I think you're not interested in boys... I think you want a man."
"... A man?"
He nods, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Boys your age are all play, Luanna. Men are more mature, most of the time, and have things figured out. A home, a stable job... experience."
Luanna's cheeks flush. She isn't sure why Pedro's looking at her like that, but it's doing something to her. She tries her best to dismiss it.
"... Maybe... I haven't been with someone older before."
"I could help with that."
"What?"
"Find someone to set you up with... Get rid of Nate."
"I'm fine, Peds. I don't need help with my love life."
"Okay... I'm just offering some friendly advice."
"Riiight."
"Well, I'm off to keep living the wonderful, exciting life of an executive."
He moves off the desk, turning and starting to head up the stairs to his office.
"If you need me, you know where to find me,", Pedro yells from the top of the steps.
Luanna sits back in her chair with the sigh, looking at the stack of files.
Everyone else has gone home except the two of them. This happens often; the two of them staying over to tie up loose ends while others head home.
Luanna picks up her pen, getting to work.
After an hour or so, Luanna's sped through the stack of files. She picks them up, making her way up the stairs to Pedro's office.
She opens the door, stopping for a moment when she sees him on the phone.
"I'll be home soon, Kate... Paperwork's almost done.", Pedro says through the phone.
Kate is Pedro's wife. They've been married for fifteen years. Luanna knows Kate well. Kate even babysat Luanna some as a small child.
"Sorry,", Luanna mouths, setting the stack down on his desk.
He shakes his head, giving her a small smile before he mouths, "Just a sec."
Luanna watches him, clear annoyance on his face.
"I promise, I'll be home soon, Kate...... Bye.", he says, hanging up.
He sighs, setting his phone down and rubbing his eyes.
"Everything okay?", Luanna asks him.
"Peachy... You know how Kate is... She's always mad about something I do... My loving wife.", Pedro replies.
"I'm sorry, Peds... I don't know what's gotten into her these past few years."
He shrugs, not understanding either. He leans back in his chair, taking a deep breath.
"Finished?", he asks, looking at the files.
"Yeah. You?"
He nods, "All done... Just thought I'd sit her a few minutes before I have to go home."
"It can't be that bad, Pedro."
"It's not great... I hate going home and having Kate just yelling and getting all defensive over nothing... It's exhausting."
Luanna nods, "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Why don't you get a divorce? She doesn't seem happy and you're clearly not happy."
"I care about her, Lu. I really do... It's a lot of money and legality to get a divorce... I've been trying to make it work with her. I've been doing more around the house, buying her nice things, taking her on dates. Nothing seems to make her happy."
"Have you asked her what would make her happy?"
He nods, "Of course I have, and she says nothing as if she's just miserable with me... You're probably right, Lu..."
He gets quiet for a moment and Luanna isn't sure what to say.
"It doesn't matter. It's not like it's your problem, anyway.", he smiles at you, standing to grab the paperwork from where you laid it down.
"I am ready to get out of here. I look at these fuckin' walls enough.", he says, picking up the jacket off the back of his chair.
She nods, turning to walk out of the room. Pedro watches, eyes following her curves as she walks.
Luanna makes her way downstairs, gathering up her things and waiting for Pedro.
He walks down shortly after, keys in hand.
"Ready?", he asks.
She nods as he opens the door for her. She steps outside in the cool October air.
"I'll see you in the morning, boss.", Luanna jokes.
He rolls his eyes as he locks the door, "Always with the formalities!"
"Excuse me, I'll see you in the morning, PEDRO."
He smiles, "That's more like it!... I'll see you in the morning, Luanna."
He gives her arm a gentle squeeze before pulling away and turning on his heels toward his car.
Luanna watches for a second, admiration for him running through her head.
She turns, trying to brush it off. She finds her car, unlocking the door and dipping inside.
She slides the key in, turning it. The car comes to life, the roar of the engine louder than any other sound around her.
She stills for a moment, watching as Pedro drives off in his own car.
She'd never admit it but her crush on Pedro has only grown stronger with time, and getting the job as his Assistant has only fueled her feelings.
Anguy hands Fraye and Sandor their bags. Immediately, the both of them dig through to see what's been stolen.
"I want my gold!", Sandor says, realizing his coin pouch is empty.
"It says it clearly right there on that note. You'll be repaid in full when the war is over.", Thoros says, gesturing to a scribbled note poorly stuck to the pouch.
"You're nothing but thieves! If your Lord of Light has chosen to spare him, then don't you think we deserve to have our gold?!", Fraye asks, mockingly.
"Yes, well we're outlaws. Outlaws steal. You're lucky we didn't kill you both.", Anguy adds.
"Come try it, Archer. I'll shove those arrows up your ass!", Sandor threatens and starts to move toward him.
Fraye grabs Sandor's arm. He looks at her.
"Let us just go. I'm tired of all the violence.", she suggests, her eyes pleading.
He thinks for a moment before giving in.
"You can't let him go. He's a murder! He's guilty!", Arya cuts in, very upset.
"Not in the eyes of god.", Beric tells her, holding his shoulder as he stands.
Both, Fraye and Sandor can't begin to believe Beric to be alive and breathing after what had transpired moments ago. It makes both of them feel uneasy as he stands and speaks to them all.
"You can't!", Arya argues with him.
"Enough! The judgment isn't ours to make."
Anguy tosses Sandor his sword and hands Fraye her dagger. She snatches it from him, sticking it back in her belt.
"Go in peace, Sandor Clegane. The Lord of Light isn't done with you yet. And you, Fraye Clegane, the Lord has plans for you."
Fraye's blood runs cold when he says her name. She wonders how he could've known about her marriage. She didn't tell any of them. She wonders if they believe her to be married to Sandor.
She's forced out of her worries as some of the men walk up and slip the sacks back over their heads to lead them out.
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"Are you sure you're alright?", Fraye asks him.
"I'm fine.", he replies too quickly, taking a seat on a large stone stuck in the dirt.
He groans as he sits.
The truth is that Sandor is far from fine. When he felt that familiar heat wrapping around his arm when that shield caught fire. He felt like he was going to die. Just as he did when he was a boy. It frightened him to his core.
"Your armor is covered in soot. Let me have it. I'll wash it up in the river.", Fraye offers, looking over at the large, inviting lake.
"It doesn't matter. It'll just get dirty again."
"Yes, with dirt. Not soot..", she says, putting her hand on his shoulder.
He looks at her and she smiles, "Just let me wash it. I think you can survive without it for a short while."
He gives in to her again, setting down his sword to remove his armor.
She helps him unlace the bits on his shoulders and arms before gathering them up at the edge of the lake.
Ripping a piece of her dirty tunic, she takes a seat and starts to scrub at the grime.
He won't admit it, but it warms his heart to see her cleaning his armor. She feels like HIS wife. No one elses.
His mind wanders. He wonders if there is any way to break the marriage bond between her and his cunt brother. He makes a silent plan to start asking around Pentos when they get there.
It doesn't take long before Fraye's cleaned his armor well. It's not perfect but it's good enough for Sandor; not that he'd care either way.
She looks toward the lake. The water is cool and comforting to her fingertips. Fraye turns her head back to look at Sandor up ahead.
He seems distracted enough for her to take a small dip in the lake after she washes her clothes clean.
She peels off her clothes and bandages. She looks at her arm and down her stomach. Her wounds have finally scabbed over well.
She takes her clothes as she steps into the cool water.
She lets out a small breath as the water touches her sore feet.
She leans down and begins to quickly rinse the dirt and soot from the worn fabric. She hears Sandor's familiar footsteps coming closer.
"What are you doing, woman?! There's rapers everywhere!", he scolds her.
"I am fine, my love. I just need to wash my clothes.", Fraye replies, standing straight with wet clothes in hand.
She steps out and hangs them to dry on a couple of low hanging tree branches.
Turning and walking toward him, "You can't walk around like this!"
"You're the only one around Sandor."
She takes his hand, "It's getting dark out. Join me. If only for a moment. It'll cool you down in this horrid heat."
She watches him look around for a moment before huffing.
"Only a moment.", he replies, setting his sword down.
Fraye isn't sure where her confidence has come from. She's been so worried and nervous since their reunion over her new appearance. It faded some when they were at that inn, but it feels completely gone in this moment as she watches her love undress.
She moves back to the water, heading all the way in until the water is up to her chest.
She turns to look back at him, excitement coursing through her. The way his muscles ripple when he pulls off his shirt. The way his unruly hair decorates his chest and stomach and leads straight down between his legs. It almost makes her lightheaded.
He slowly makes his way into the water, his eyes trained on her.
"Nice, isn't it?", she asks, floating toward him.
He nods, grabbing her by the waist.
The touch of his fingertips on her skin, sends her mind into a whirl.
Realization hit her earlier as the Brotherhood took them back to their horse. Sandor's screams of fear echoed through her mind. It mirrored her own when her skin was boiling. It scared her so fiercely that she didn't want to experience it ever again. She became so tired of being scared. During that ride back, she decided that fear wouldn't stop her ever again, no matter what.
"Are you alright?", he asks her.
She nods, "I've just been thinking... I want to regain my strength. Everything is healing now and I want to fight and... and I want to love and be together. I don't want anything to hold me back anymore. I spent too long in that Keep feeling helpless."
He leans down and kisses her forehead.
"I will help you. I told you I would and I meant it. We'll start training your left arm in the morning.", he replies feeling relief to hear her words.
"Thank you."
"I have been thinking as well... I want to find a way to break your marriage bond."
"I've never heard of such a thing.", she replies, staring at him in shock.
"There has to be a way. If not, I'll kill the fucker. Then you won't be tied to him anymore... I will marry you."
She blinks back tears, bringing her hand up to touch the side of his face.
"Sandor... You saved my life and I can't repay that... I can't tell you how deeply I want your name from you and not him.
He leans down and kisses her softly.
He holds her close, still careful not to hurt her.
"Sandor.", she whispers as she pulls her lips from his, "I want you."
He almost wants to cry as he looks down at her. He knows she's been through so much and she's so strong for not letting her hatred take over. It makes him love her more than her ever thought possible.
Kissing her once more, he moves his hands down to the back of her thighs, carefully lifting her. She places her hands on his shoulders.
She presses herself against him as they grow more heated from their passionate kisses. He moves his hands further, gripping handfuls of her ass.
She moans into his mouth, a fire igniting inside her.
Fraye hasn't felt this wanting in so long. It feels her with so much happiness when she moves one hand down between them to find him hard for her.
"Are you sure?", he whispers, pulling back to look at her.
She looks up in his eyes, nodding. He brings one of his hands around and grips himself. He guides himself to her entrance. She's slick with want for him. He wasn't sure he'd ever feel her against him again.
He tries to hold back a groan as he slowly slides into her.
She whimpers against him as he starts to move inside her.
She rests her forehead against his shoulder and clings to him.
The sound of the water sloshing could alert someone of their existence at any moment. Sandor notices and pulls out of her.
"What's wrong?", she asks, confused.
He keeps holding her as he carries her out of the water.
"Too much noise.", he replies, laying her down on the ground. He climbs back over top of her and nestles between her legs.
She bites her lip as he slides back into her.
"I've missed you so terribly.", Fraye moans as she touches the sides of his face.
He leans down and kisses her, hoping to any gods that this feeling will never be robbed from him again.
He breaks the kiss and sits up, watching her for any sign of discomfort.
She looks up at him, his tangled hair falling in his face as he stares back at her.
She can feel him holding back for fear of hurting her but she couldn't be better in this moment.
"I want to feel you. Don't hold back, please!", Fraye moans, trying to encourage him.
His hold on her hips tightens, and he moves himself faster inside her.
He groans when he feels her start to tighten around him.
He leans back down long enough to whisper in her ear, "I want to watch your pretty face as I make you cum."
He moves his hands down to hold her by her thighs as he pounds into her..
"Sandor!", she whines as she feels her release approaching.
He brings his right hand down to rub at her sensitive nub.
In mere seconds, she's pushed over the edge. Her back arches as she cums all over his cock.
He leans down, pressing his forehead to hers as he starts to chase his own release.
He moves his hands up to take hers, resting above her head. They lace their fingers together.
"You're mine!", he growls out, "My kitten.... My Fraye!"
He slams into her hard, filling her with his seed. His hold on her hands tightens as he releases all his pint up tension inside her.
When he slides out of her, Fraye has to take deep breaths. She hasn't known such passionate, loving sex in so long now. It makes tears well in her eyes.
"Did I hurt you?', he asks, immediately taking her face in his hands.
"No, no! I'm just... I'm so happy that you made your way to me. That I am back in your arms and I am safe... and loved.", she tells him, honestly.
He leans down and kisses her forehead.
"I will never let anyone take you again. I will die before it happens again."
She pulls him down to kiss her.
He takes her in his arms, holding her close for a moment. She lets out a breath and whispers a thank you.
"We need to get dressed. We're too at risk in this state.", he explains, worry cutting their moment short.
She nods. He helps her to her feet. As he starts to dress, Fraye makes her way to her bag tied to Stranger's saddle. She grabs her spare clothes and ointment.
She watches him dress as she starts applying the cream to herself. She's already hitting toward the bottom of the jar. The maester had told her that she'd be healing well once she hit the bottom and she's glad of it.
Dressed in a cleaner pair of tight dark grey trousers and a darker purple tunic, she moves to sit on a sturdy log resting next to a large tree.
Sandor sits down on the ground next to her in his own tunic and trousers, leaning his head back against the trunk of the tree.
"Tired?", Fraye asks.
He moves his hand up to rest on her leg.
"I'll be fine. I'll take watch. You need to get rest.", he tells her.
"I wasn't the one fighting for my life today. You should rest, my love.", she replies.
He shakes his head and pulls her onto his lap.
"What are you doing?", she asks, a smile creeping on her lips.
"Rest with me, then.", he replies.
She nestles her left side into his chest, resting her head on his shoulder.
Leaning his head back against the tree trunk, he closes his eyes.
Fraye lets out a relieved breath as she looks up a him. His face is content. She rarely gets to see him without worry and anger plastered across his brow.
It gives Fraye a little peace to know that she can provide him with his own sense peace from time to time.
She rests her head back against his shoulder and closes her own eyes, drifting off to sleep with him.
Fraye can't believe Sandor isn't putting up more of an arguement. He agreed so quickly to fight Beric. She almost hates him for it.
The large fire pit in the middle of the cave shines bright. It's warm enough to make her injured skin tingle.
She watches Thoros stare into the fire.
"Lord, cast your light upon us.", he says.
"Lord of Light, defend us.", all the Brotherhood say in unison.
Fraye's heartbeat quickens as Anguy unties Sandor.
She watches him roll his shoulders and straighten out his armor.
"Show us the truth. Strike this man down if he is guilty. Give strength to his sword if he is true. Lord of Light, give us wisdom. For the night is dark and full of terrors.", Thoros preaches.
"For the night is dark and full of terrors.", the Brotherhood repeats.
Someone hands Fraye a sword and she walks up to him, handing it to him.
"Please. I'd appreciate it if you lived.", she tells him.
He takes the sword.
"Just stay back and don't interfere. You aren't ready to fight yet... I don't go down easily so don't worry your pretty head.", he tells her, leaning down to kiss her forehead and give her a small glimpse of the Sandor she's used to.
She nods, forcing herself to move away from him.
Fraye gasps when Beric's sword ignites into a wild blaze of fire. Fear runs through her. She looks at Sandor and sees fear. She's never seen this kind of fear in him before.
Someone hands Sandor a shield and he twirls the sword around his hand, readying himself.
They both suddenly charge at each other. Sandor lunging for him but Beric dodges it. Everything moves so fast for Fraye's eyes as their swords clink together.
Fraye watches people scurry out of the way as their swords barrel through the air, knocking down everything in their paths.
Sandor knocks Beric in the shoulder, almost causing him to lose balance. He regains it quickly, twirling his torched sword through the air and stricking Sandor's sword without missing a beat.
Irritation runs through Sandor as Beric is able to handle every blow so far. Anger takes over and Sandor lunges his sword once more, missing as Beric ducks under. Fraye watches as Sandor tries again, only landing a blow to his opponent's wooden shield.
Fraye thinks of running toward Sandor when she sees Beric knock him into a lit fire.
Sparks fly and Sandor yells.
"No!", Fraye yells moving to run after him.
She's grabbed by two men, forcing her to stay put.
"Please! You can't let him burn!", she pleads with them.
"I'm sorry M'lady but his life is in the hands of the Lord. We can't interfere.", one says to her.
Sandor angrily emergers unharmed and kicks away the vases on the dirt floor that lay in his way. Beric and Sandor clink swords once more and Beric twists around, knocking Sandor to his knees.
He's quick to recover, turning around and blocking Beric's sword.
Back on his feet, Sandor barrels his way toward Beric, throwing blow after blow at him. Beric doesn't seem phased and returns the attack, throwing equal blows and knocking Sandor to his back.
Fraye holders her breath as Beric lands a hard blow to Sandor's shield, lighting it a blaze.
Sandor shoots up off the ground, trying to fight off Beric.
Fraye can see the anguish in his eyes as he tries to put out the fire. Slashing at it with his sword is no use and rage takes hold of him.
Fraye tries to fight the men holding her. Pleading with them to let go.
They refuse, holding her so tightly they dig into her wounds.
He fights Beric with all his might.
Everyone around Fraye starts to chant, "Guilty! Guilty! Guilt!"
She even hears Arya screaming, "Kill him!".
It makes Fraye's ears ring. She can feel herself start to breathe heavier and her whole body starts to shake.
The only sound bringing her back down is Sandor's battle cry.
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Sandor breathes heavily as he pulls his sword from Beric's shoulder. He falls to the ground, remembering the heat surrounding his arm.
He can feel panic set in. He hits at the ground hard, doing anything he can to exstinguish the flame. Childhood memories flash through his head of his brother. His whole body shakes with fear.
He doesn't even realize Fraye is next to him until she's got the shield off of him. He looks up at her and sees worry in her eyes. Seeing her face, grounds him.
He remembers where they are and turns his head just in time to see Arya Stark running at him. Her friend tackles her to the ground and Sandor finds himself laughing at the twisted fate. He killed Beric and the girl didn't manage any revenge.
He thinks their god is nothing but horse shit.
"Looks like their god likes me more than your butcher's boy.", Sandor laughs, taking in more deep breaths.
He leans his head back and feels Fraye again.
He closes his eyes for a small moment as Fraye cups his face in her soft hands.
"Are you alright?", she asks him.
He opens his eyes and looks at her. She is frantically searching his body for wounds.
He nods, turning on his side and spitting a bit of blood from his mouth.
She leans down and kisses his forehead, her touch calming Sandor's racing heart.
The "Burn in hell!", Arya yells at Sandor fading in the background.
The feeling of Fraye's touch and love is more holy than any God to Sandor.
Their focused is pulled from each other as they hear Beric speak.
"He will. But not today."
Confusion runs through both of their heads when they see him alive as if Sandor didn't just put his sword clean through him.
You sit up, looking around. Brienne is standing close by, looking confused.
"Podrick, where are our horses?", she asks.
You stand up quickly, realizing all three horses are gone. Panic sets in, and you're quick to gather your things.
"I hobbled them.", Pod replies to her.
"How did you hobble them?"
"A figure eight, like you taught me."
"If you did it like I taught you, then the horses would be here!"
"Are you lot done? Maybe we can find who took them if we get a move on?", you suggest.
Brienne looks at you with a nod.
"It's at least 30 miles to the Eyrie from here. You're carrying the saddlebags.", Brienne snaps at Pod.
He nods and quickly gathers their bags.
You all start walking toward the Eyrie.
Your mind starts to wonder as your eyes scan the trail ahead of you.
You were always fiesty. You never let anyone treat you with too much disrespect. You always stood up for yourself. That's what got you into trouble, mostly.
Maybe that's what Sandor Clegane liked about you the most. He always called you bullheaded.
You remember one night when you'd mouthed off to King Joffrey and Meryn Trant blackened your right eye. Sandor had been furious at you for talking back to the King, but he'd been even more furious with Trant.
"You have to be more careful, y/n... What would you expect me to do if the King had ordered me instead of Meryn fucking Trant?", he lectures you.
"I would've expected you to do your duty, Sandor."
"You want me to hit you?"
"No..."
"You've got to hold your tongue, bunny... Or I might not be able to stop it next time."
"Fine... But does that mean you'll pay Ser Meryn Trant a little visit?", you ask with a smirk.
"I'm going to teach that cunt what happens when he puts his hands on what's mine."
"Yours?"
"Aye."
He pulled you close and kissed you deeply.
He had threatened him and cornered him later that night. He left him with his own black eye. He figured it was fair to give him what he gave to you.
You had never seen anyone stick up to anyone for you. It warmed your heart.
You're still not sure why he wasted all that time on you. If he had no problem leaving you at Blackwater, then why did he care if Trant beat you?
You're pulled out of your thoughts by Pod and Brienne.
"I see the horses.", Pod says, relieved.
You're also relieved when you spot your mare up ahead.
That's when you also spot Arya Stark. You feel your heart beating faster.
"Morning.", Brienne smiles at her.
"Morning.", she replies, swinging around a small sword.
"I like your sword. Are we getting close to the bloody gate?", she asks her.
"About 10 miles more."
"Did you hear that, Pod and y/n? Only ten miles to the bloody gate."
"Are you a knight?"
"No."
"But you know how to use a sword?"
"I do.
Brienne gestures to you, "She's quite mean with a dagger."
"Does your sword have a name? Or your dagger? I've never heard of people naming daggers though."
"Oathkeeper.", Brienne responds.
"Memorial.", you respond, unstrapping it from your leg.
"Mines needle.", Arya tells you.
"Good name.", you reply.
"Who taught you how to fight?", she asks both of you.
"My father taught me.", Brienne replies.
"I taught myself.", you reply as well.
"My father never wanted to. Said fighting was for boys."
"Mine said the same, but I kept fighting the boys anyway. Kept losing, and finally father said, If you're going to do it, you might as well do it right.", Brienne explains.
Your heart practically leaps out of your throat when Sandor walks up to the four of you. Confusion and annoyance on his face.
"Seven blessings. I'm Brienne of Trath. This is Podrick Payne and my friend Y/N.", Brienne introduces.
Sandor looks directly at you, and his eyes widen for a moment.
"You want something?", he asks.
"That's Sandor Clegane. The Hound.", Pod says, fear laced in his tone.
"You're Arya Stark.", Brienne says, a relieved look on her face.
You're guessing she didn't know what either of the two looked like.
"I asked if you wanted something.", Sandor repeats, putting his hand on the handle of his sword.
"I swore to your mother, I would bring you home to her.", Brienne tells Arya.
"My mother's dead.", she replies."I know. I wish I could have been there to protect her."
"You're not a Northerner."
"No. But I swore a sacred vow to protect her."
"Why didn't you?"
"She commanded me to bring Jamie Lannister back to Kingslanding."
"No?", Sandor quiestions, stepping closer to her, "Fancy sword you've got there. Where'd you get it?... I've been looking at Lannister Gold all my life. Go on, Brienne of fucking Tarth, tell me that's not Lannister gold."
"Jamie Lannister gave me this sword."
"The bloody gates ten miles!", Arya chimes in, her voice growing loud.
"I swore to your mother by the Old Gods -"
"I don't care what you swore!"
"Arya!"
"You heard the girl! She's not coming with you."
"She is."
You watch as they draw their weapons.
"You're not a good listener. Valaryian steel... I've always wanted some Valaryian steel."
"Come with me, Arya. I'll take you to safety.", Brienne offers.
"Safety?! Where the fuck's that? Her aunt in the Eyrie's dead. Her mother's dead. Her father's dead. Her brother's dead. Winterfell's a pile of rubble. There's no safety, you dumb bitch. If you don't know that by know, you're the wrong one to watch over her.", Sandor exclaims, regusing to back down.
You feel so much rage and anger coursing through you. You waited for this day to come, and you will give him what he deserves.
"And that's what you're doing, Clegane?!", you chime in, moving next to Brienne.
"What the fuck are you doing, y/n?"
"Still remember me? I'm surprised. You haven't seen me since... Since you left Kingslanding, I believe."
"You don't understand."
"I understand, and I don't need some fucking excuse, dog! You're trying to watch over this girl?! How?! You swore to protect me once and look where that got me. Do you really think the safest place for anyone is with you? You'll do nothing but poison them. That's all the bloody Clegane's are; A fucking poison."
Y/n lunges at him with her dagger and he's quit to dodge.
"Figured you'd learn something by now.", Sandor jokes, tapping his sword on the ground.
"Fuck you.", you spit, turning around and slicing meerly an inch from his face.
"You did. As I recall... A lot."
You groan, lunging at him again, this time he doesn't dodge fast enough and the handle of your dagger lands on his cheekbone, cutting it open.
"You're quick. Still like a bunny. Hopping about."
"Shut up.", you shout, your ears starting to ring.
He holds up his sword, "If you want to fight me, go ahead. That puny fucking dagger I gave you won't do much."
You hold it up anyway, trying not to think about the fact that he recognized it.
"I can hold my own quite well since someone decided to run and leave me on my own."
"I didn-"
He's cut off by you stalking toward him. He's always loved how fiery you were. It seems you hadn't changed.
He swings his sword and you dodge, using your quick reflexes to your advantage. You know you can wear him down.
You twist yourself around, knocking your shoulder into his back, full force. He stumbles a little. Not before elbowing right into your lip, busting it open.
You taste the blood and smirk as he turns toward you.
"You always were fuckin' stubborn.", he smirks back.
"So were you."
He barrels toward you suddenly, almost catching you off guard. You dodge once more, lowering yourself to kick right between his legs. He groans, dropping to his knees. That's when his sword unexpectedly catches your arm, cutting a huge gash.
"Fuck.", you groan, feeling the burning pain.
You look up, realizing you and him have slowly fought your way up a mountain.
"Bastard.", you grit out.
He takes in a breath, looking at you and noticing your arm. Something flashes through his eyes.
"I didn't fucking leave you!", he yells.
"Of course you fucking did, Sandor! I waited... You never bloody came... I waited!", you yell back, tears welling in your eyes.
Out of nowhere, Brienne steps in front of you, holding her sword to his throat.
"I have no wish to kill you, ser.", she says, "But I will if it means saving my friend and the girl."
You move back a little watching them, ready to help at any moment.
Sandor grabs her sword with both hands, squeezing. Blood oozes from them.
"I'm not a knight.", he growls before pushing her sword out of the way and landing a blow to her cheek.
Everything moves so fast as they brawl. Your head spins watching them roll around on the dirt. When Brienne starts to scream and land blow after blow with a rock, you feel bile forming in your throat.
You realize that you can't let him die. Not without answers.
"Brienne, stop!", you yell.
You grab her around the waist and she falls to the ground. You look up and your eyes widen as he falls from the cliff edge.
"No!", you scream, standing.
"This is what you wanted!", she yells at you."I need to know the truth , Brienne!"
You run as fast as you can, trying to make it to the bottom.
You can hear them yelling for Arya and you don't care.
When you find him, Arya's kneeling over him. You watch her grab his coin satchel and leave. You don't bother going after her. You know Brienne will surely find her. It's not your job to interfere with her plans.
You turn your attention to Sandor.
You can hear him choking on his own blood as you step closer. He turns, looking at you.
You kneel down to him and he grabs at your arm, blood still soaking through your tunic at the gash.
Every pint up feeling you've had for Sandor starts to pour out of you and you start to cry.
You touch his cheek, "I've hated you for so long... Now look at you. Revenge doesn't feel as good as people say."
He almost laughs.
"I di-din't leave you, y-y/n... I se-searched for you."
You've never heard such pain and sadness in his voice. It almost breaks your heart to hear and you hate yourself for it.
He chokes again, more blood running from his mouth. His eyes meet yours and his hand finds yours. You find yourself holding it. You haven't felt his touch in so long. Your body naturally reacts and you sniffle, trying not to cry again.
"Please... kill me."
You can see tears welling in his eyes. You pick up your dagger with your good hand, moving it to his heart.
Taking a breath, your hand starts to shake.
"I-I can't... I wanted to for so long, but... I can't."
Fraye takes in a breath, her anxiety worsening by the second. She has no idea where they're talking her and Sandor.
She reaches for him, wrapping her hand around his arm for comfort. She feels Sandor's body shift and he leans into her, reciprocating.
When the wagon comes to a stop, her and Sandor are pulled out of the wagon and lead inside a deep cave. Fraye can't see anything through the sack on her head but she can see light. The light darkens dramatically when she steps into the unknown destination they've brung them to.
Fraye blinks as they lift her hood once more.
"What is the place?", Fraye hears the taller boy that stands next to Arya ask.
"Somewhere neither the wolves nor lions come prowling.", Thoros tells him.
Fraye looks around realizing her and Sandor are surrounded by dozens of men inside a dark cave. She wonders why they'd bring them to a cave.
"You look like a bunch of swineherds.", she hears Sandor spit at them, ropes still wrapped around him.
"Some of us were swineherds. And some of us tanners and masons. That was before.", Anguy replies.
"You're still swineherds and tanners and masons. You think carrying a crooked spear makes you a soldier?"
"No. Fighting in a war makes you a soldier.", an unknown voice says from behind a small cluster of men.
They move out of the way to reveal a shorter man, still taller than Fraye, wearing an eye patch on over his left eye.
"Beric. Dondarrion? You've seen better days.", Sandor says, surprise in his voice.
Fraye watches the man closely, getting a bad feeling.
"And I won't see them again.", Beric replies to his comment, walking closer.
Sandor looks around, "Stark deserters. Baratheon derserters. You lot aren't fighting in a war. You're running from it."
"Last I heard, you were King Joffrey's guard dog. And here you are a thousand miles from home with a pretty Lady on your arm. Which of us is running?"
"Untie these ropes and we'll find out. What are you doing leading a mob of peasants?"
"Ned Stark ordered me to execute your brother in King Robert's name."
Fraye's eyes widen at the mention of Gregor. She hates the sinister feeling that ghosts across her skin at the mention of him.
"Ned Stark is dead… King Robert is dead… My cunt brother's alive."
Sandor spits at him in disgust, "You're fighting for ghosts."
"That's what we are; Ghosts waiting for you in the dark. You can't see us, but we see you. No matter whose cloak you wear- Lannister, Stark, Baratheon- You prey on the weak, The Brotherhood Without Banners will hunt you down."
Fraye feels chills run through her. None of them know that her house name was Lannister.
"You found god? Is that it?", Sandor asks, irritation growing.
"Aye. I've been reborn in the light of the one true god. As we all have. As would any man who's seen the things we've seen.", Beric explains.
"If you mean to murder me, the bloody well get on with it. Just let her leave safely."
"You'll die soon enough, dog. But it won't be murder, only justice. As for your Lady, I'm sure she'd be relieved to be away from any Clegane.", Thoros says.
"Watch your tongue when you speak to him!", Fraye chimes in, anger on her face.
"Do you think I'll leave here and let someone harm you?!", Fraye adds, looking at Sandor.
"I'm not a selfish cunt! I will always make sure you're safe first."
"Do you have any idea what Clegane's do?", Anguy asks Fraye.
Fraye takes in a breath, her anger only growing.
"You'll get a kinder fate than you deserve, dog. Lions you call yourselves. At the Mummer's Ford, girls of seven years were raped and babes still on the breast were cut in two while theiy mother's watched!"
"I wasn't at the Mummer's Ford! Dump your dead children at some other door!", Sandor growls, his anger rising even more than Fraye's.
"House Clegane was built upon dead children. I saw them lay Princess Aegon and Princess Rhaenys before the Iron Throne.", Thoros adds in.
"Do you take me for my brother? Is being born a Clegane a crime?!", Sandor almost pleads, as he turns around looking at everyone.
"Murder is a crime."
"I never touched the Targaryen babes! I never saw them, never smelled them, never heard them bawling! You want to cut my throat, get on with it! But don't call me a murderer and pretend that you're not!"
Out of nowhere Arya steps forward, her eyes fixed on Sandor.
"You murdered Mycah! The butcher's boy! My friend! He was twelve years old! He was unarmed. And you rode him down! You slung him over your horse like he was some deer!", she yells.
Fraye has always known Sandor was never a saint and he enjoys killing but she could never imagine him killing a child in cold blood.
"Aye, he was a bleeder.", Sandor says to her.
"You don't deny killing this boy?", Beric asks.
Fraye looks to Sandor. He doesn't look back, avoiding her gaze. He doesn't want to know what she thinks of what he did.
"I was Joffrey's sworn shield. The boy attacked the prince.", Sandor explains.
"That's a lie! I hit Joffrey! Mycah just ran away!", Arya yells.
"Then I should have killed you! Not my place to question princes."
"Sandor!", Fraye yells at him.
He looks at Fraye, feeling her anger not only at him but at every person in the room.
"You stand accused of murder. But no one here knows the truth of the charge, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by combat.", Beric declare, looking at the both of them.
Fraye's eyes widen.
"You have no authority to declare anything! Just because you're a man of god does not give you any grounds! Sandor only did what he was told as was his duty. At least he's loyal and and trust worthy. I'm sure it is more than I can say for anyone else in this room!", Fraye spats at Beric, wanting to move in front of Sandor.
Sandor nudges you behind him with his left leg.
"I am sorry My Lady but it is the right way.", Beric replies to her, moving back a little.
"So who will it be? Should we find out if your fire god really loves you, priest? Or you, archer? What are you worth with a sword in your hand? Or is the little girl the bravest here?"
"Aye. She might be. But it's me you'll fight."
It's around midnight before they leave. Hugging and thanking them all for the surprise. Shutting the door, you turn and let out a breath.
"Did you know they were coming?", you ask.
He nods.
"Sneaky…"
You watch him take a sip from his whiskey before moving to his sweater draped over the back of one of your dining chairs. He pulls out a red box from the pocket and holds it out to you.
"What's this?", you ask, taking it.
"I did get you an actual gift.", he replies, blushing.
"I think last night was a preeetty good gift."
You open the box and your heart swells.
"Rory.", you whisper, looking at the necklace in the box.
Back when you and Rory spent that weekend sailing, you stopped sometime in the middle to grab a few things. You had went into a little gift shop. You had seen the necklace that you're holding now. The small gold chain decorated with a pearl and a shell shaped like a heart. The necklace wouldn't be much to anyone but to you, it represented your time together over that weekend. You had bought the necklace and ended up dropping it in the water as you were heading back.
"Don't tell me you went back and fished it out?!", you ask, raising your eyebrows.
He laughs, "No… I went back and got you another one. I was gonna give it to you sooner but decided to wait… I don't know why you wanted it so much… "
You walk over to him, placing your hands on his broad chest.
"That weekend was the nicest time I've ever had. The necklace will always remind me of it. Of you.", you explain.
Rory smiles genuinely, his own heart swelling at your confession. He had no idea you cared for him as much as he cared for you.
"Put it on me?", you ask, a smirk on your lips.
He nods, picking up the box. You turn your back to him and move your hair from your neck.
You bite your lip as you feel his hands brushing the back of your neck, clasping the necklace closed. You both stay there for a moment. His hands moving to your shoulders. The touch brings you back to the way he took you from behind last night.
Your breath hitches as he leans down, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
"Do you still want your last gift?", he asks.
You turn your head, eyes meeting his.
"Trust me, I didn't forget it.", you reply, biting your lip.
He moves back before moving his hands t your hips to turn you around and set you up on your kitchen counter.
He brings his lips down onto yours. Your hands move to the buttons on his shirt, desperate to experience him fully.
He smiles at your eagerness. You manage to get his sure undone and falling to the floor. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck as he tells you to hold onto him. He grips your plush hips in his hands as he lifts you from the counter. You bite your lip, always mesmerized and aroused by Rory's strength.
He carries you to your bedroom before setting you down on the bed.
"I don't think it's quite fair that I'm the only one losing clothes.", he tells you.
You bite your lip before pulling your dress over your head. In only your bra and underwear, Rory's head spins. He feels just as in awe of you now as he did last night.
He walks over to you before kneeling at the side of the bed.
Deja vu hits you, images flashing of The Hound's face between your legs; his face between your legs.
You bite your lip as he pulls you to the edge of the bed and spreads your legs.
"You just might be my favorite taste.", he whispers, leaning in and kissing only a meer inch from where you want him.
He inhales, taking in your arousing scent.
He moves back long enough to pull your underwear down and off of you.
"You might just be my favorite smell too.", he adds, leaning forward and licking a stripe through your slit.
You bite your lip, watching his face between your legs.
You let out a moan as his tongue circles around your clit.
He brings one of his arms around your waist, letting his palm rest above your mound.
"Rory.", you whimper, breathing heavier as he works his tongue inside you.
To you, this feels like night and day compared to last night. He devoured you as quick as he could and worked your body roughly.
Tonight feels passionate and savory. You can feel the way he draws out every lick as if he's trying to memories your taste and feel.
He feels your legs start to close around him and he knows you're close. He pulls back a little, denying you release.
Your eyes shoot open and look at him.
"That's so rude, Rory!", you say, nudging him with your ankle.
"I plan to draw this out as long as I can.", he replies, moving over top of you to kiss you.
You moan at your taste on his tongue. You feel his hand slide down between your legs, giving you no warning as he slides two fingers inside your slick cunt.
"Fuck.", you moan as he pulls his lips from yours.
He moves back down between your legs to continue with his tongue while he works his fingers in and out of you.
You can feel your release building again.
"F-fuck… I want to cum.", you whimper out, his tongue pushing you closer and closer to the edge again.
Rory can't deny you any longer, wanting to see you come undone from his touch.
"That's it, love. I want to see you cum on my fingers again.", he smirks, continuing to fuck you with his fingers.
As soon as he crooks his fingers inside you and hits your sweet spot, you're seeing white.
Your back arches and you're climaxing hard.
You whine out his name and you find his free arm, gripping onto it to ground yourself.
"Christ, you're gorgeous.", he tells you.
Nothing but lust fills your mind as you sit up and pull him forward to kiss you.
The way his lips move against yours ignites a fire in you and you want nothing more than to taste him.
When you both break apart for air, you tell him to stand. You slide from the edge of the bed, dropping to your knees. From this angle, it becomes apparent just how tall Rory is, towering over you.
You bite your lip as you start unbuckling his belt. You've splent plenty of times since that weekend together fantasizing about the things you and Rory could do to each other. You on your knees for him was always your favorite though. The way you imagined him looking down at you just as he is now, always pulled you over the edge when you had your hand between your legs some nights.
When you finally release him from the confines of his briefs, your mouth almost wants to water at the sight.
His cock is hard and ready for you. You lean forward, licking a long stripe along each side, getting a taste of him. He threads his long fingers in your hair as you take him in your mouth.
You hear a groan leave his throat as your tongue massages the underside of his cock as you bob your head up and down.
"Fuck, you're good at this.", he moans.
When you look up and see the way he looks down at you, you think you might just cum again. The way his brown eyes dilate and his brows furrow. It's one of the more erotic things you've ever seen.
He finally makes you pull off of him, not wanting to finish down your throat so quickly.
You move yourself onto the bed, laying back and spreading your legs for him. He crawls on top of you, nestling himself between them.
He kisses you, the taste of you and him mixing together on your tongues.
You grip his shoulders as he slides into you with no warning.
You break the kiss, unable to hold back the moan that releases from your throat as you feel his cock slide in and out of you.
You didn't get to see his face last time as he only took you from behind. That makes now even more special. Getting to see look into his eyes as he takes you this time feels more loving.
Switching angles, he sits up on his knees pushing your legs closer to you.
The new position has him going deeper inside. Your eyes involuntarily roll to the back of your head, the feeling overwhelming good.
He grips your thighs, angling his cock to perfectly hit your sweet spot. He feels you tightening around him more and more as he repeatedly thrusts at that same angle.
"Fu-uck!", you whine as he pushes you over the edge.
Your back arches and he starts thrusting harder, trying to catch his own release.
Your back arches and he starts thrusting harder, trying to catch his own release.
"Christ, you feel fucking fantastic!", he growls.
He traps your knees to your chest as he reaches his own peak, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His teeth sink into your shoulder as your fingertips dig into his.
You can feel his warm release bursting inside you and it almost feels good enough to send you into a third release but he starts to pull out of you.
He groans as he moves to lay beside you.
Both of you lay there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and basking in the bliss of each other.
"Rory.", you say, turning your head to look at him.
His eyes meet yours.
"This is definitely the best gift I've ever gotten.", you say, unable to hold back a smile.
"I can't say I've had a better time giving a gift before.", he replies, grinning like a fool.
He pulls you against him, kissing you sweetly.
"I hope I made your birthday special.", he says.
"You've made it the most memorable one. I just have to wonder how you're going to top it next year?", you smirk, rolling yourself on top of him.
Waking up, you take a look around the room. In nothing but your bra, you notice your dress and ripped underwear on the floor. Memories start to flood back from last night. You run your hands through your dishovled hair and let out a breath. You don't even know what to think of it. You were so worn out that it didn't take you long to fall asleep after he left you. You don't even know what last night will do to your friendship with Rory. You've always had a crush on him but it turned into something more last year when you went sailing with him for a couple days. Waking up and spending all day with him and no one else made you realize just how much you enjoyed him just as he was.
You knew you loved him.
Now everything might be ruined.
You get out of bed to find your phone, hoping to find a text or call from him. Nothing from him. Only texts from your other friends, wishing you a happy birthday. You loved hearing from your friends but the ache and worry only dulled the gratitude.
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Rory sips at his morning coffee, his mind whirrling with negativity.
Last night was too much for him. He was so rough and vulgar with you and you loved it. He'd never heard a woman make the noises you did last night and even thinking about it now, it made him hard. He feels ashamed of how much he enjoyed treating you that way.
His insecurities start to seep in further realizing that you were moaning for Sandor; not him. He worries that you only want the fantasy of the Hound and not who he really is. He's just Rory, your close friend. He's worried that's all he'll ever be to you. He's worried that what he did last night really fucked up your friendship.
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A little into the afternoon, you finally decide to out right face your woes and call him.
The line rings and you fiddle with the edge of your shirt.
You can't help but to smile despite your worries when you hear his voice.
"Hey… Are you alright?… I'm just calling to check on you. I haven't heard from you… Since yesterday", you say.
"I should've already called to check on you… I should've already wished you a Happy Birthday…I'm sorry… I really am… I should've talked to you before and-"
"You don't have to apologize, Rory…. It was… I can't imagine a better gift… for any holiday, really…"
You hear him let out a sigh of relief.
"So… you enjoyed it?… Even how I treated you…", he asks.
"I think uh… it was pretty obvious."
He laughs, "I guess it was… I uh… I enjoyed myself…but you already know that too."
"Wanna come over and get drunk with me, then?"
Rory remembers the surprise party. Everyone's ambushing your house at nine so if he came by earlier, it'd give you time to talk.
"Eight tonight, alright with you?", he asks you.
"Perfect…. You're not gonna roll in here in a wheelchair next, are you?", you ask, joking with him.
"You're unbelieveable!"
You laugh.
"No… I don't think I could do to you what I did last night in a wheelchair."
Heat spreads through you at his statement.
"Maybe my next birthday? I'll get the Kenny special?"
"Funny… See you at eight, y/n."
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Hearing Rory's knock at the door, you try to mentally prepare yourself for seeing him again.
When you do open the door, your eyes meet and you both stand there unsure of yourselves and each other.
"Happy Birthday.", he smiles, hoping to break the tention.
Your heart always melt when he smiles at you.
"Thanks, Rory.", you reply, letting him in and taking the wine he'd brought.
He follows you inside and memories can't help but come back of you and him last night. The way he touched you; the way he fucked you.
Your face heats up and you do your best to dismiss it.
Pouring the wine for each of you, you can't help but wonder what's going through his head as he stands in your kitchen.
"Wanna sit outside?… It's nice out. Not as cool as I thought it'd be tonight.", he offers, slipping out of his sweater.
You nod following him onto the back porch.
You and him take a seat on your outdoor swing, looking out at the darkened sky.
"I have to ask… What made you think of uh… bringing Sandor back out as my gift?, you ask him.
He scratches at the back of his neck, his nerves flashing through him.
"Well… I knew you liked him… I wanted to give you something no one else could… I think I managed that."
You let out a little chuckle, "That you did… But uh… You were there too, Rory… You… You came down my throat. I don't think that happens when you're just friends, mostly."
His face reddens at your words.
He moves his hand to take hold of yours. You turn to look at him as he takes in a breath, nervous to confess his true feelings. Looking into your soft eyes, he knows he has to be honest.
"I wanted it… I wanted you… I just… Maybe I should've told you before barging in and making thinks complicated… I thought if you didn't want me, then I could at least give you something you wanted while being selfish and experiencing my wants as well."
You move your free hand up to the side of his face, "Rory… You didn't have to dress up as anyone to give me a fantasy… When I told you that you were enough of a gift, I meant it… Don't get me wrong, last night was beyond wonderful but, under those clothes, was just you; Your mind… Your body… That's all you… and I want you."
His heart swells at your reply, all his fears and worries leaving him. He takes his hand and pulls yours from the side of his face to kiss your soft palm.
You find yourself leaning forward, reaching up to meet his lips.
His hand goes to the back of your neck, cradling you there.
Thats when both of of you realize that you never kissed each other. Not once last night did your lips touch, making right now so much sweeter.
"I think I'd like to request one more gift for my birthday…", you tell him when you pull away.
"..and quite frankly on any other day of the week… I want you, Rory. Not someone with your face. You just as you are. I want to see you and it'd be nice if you didn't bolt afterwards…", you explain.
"I really am sorry… I started to get second guess everything and had to leave before I broke character. I wanted it to be special for you."
"Of course it was. But, I think I can say that I'll always prefer the real you… Don't ever think less."
You smile at each other before his lips meet yours again.
Visions of you on your knees and his cock in your mouth flash through his mind and he feels his arousal growing. Just as your hand moves to his jeans, you both hear knocking.
"Who is that?", you ask, confused and breathless.
"Fuck.", he groans, straightening himself.
"Go answer the door.", he tells you.
Confusion on your face, you walk inside and toward your front door.
"SURPRISE!", your friends yell as you open the door.
You smile brightly, greeting and hugging them.
They all step in, making themselves at home; as usual.
"Did you really think we'd leave you all alone on your birthday?!", your friend, Anna asks, setting down a white box on your kitchen table.
"Of course not.", you reply, moving to the cabinet and grabbing glasses to make drinks for your friends.
Your heard turns when you hear the back door shut. Rory steps into view and they all look at him.
"What were you two up to before we got here?", your other friend, Daniel asks with a smirk on his face.
"Talking, why?", you question, eyebrow arching.
"No reason…. Rory's shirt's a little unbuttoned."
You and Rory look at each other before realizing you never touched his shirt.
Your friends all laugh.
"Fuckin' caught ya! We've been tryin' to get you two to fuck for years!
It's about fuckin' time!", he laughs, holding up his drink to cheers.
"Oh fuck off!", you joke, holding up your own glass.
"Here's to you, my dear, and finally getting laid by our other dear friend, Rory!", Daniel announces.
Everyone clinks drinks.
Anna moves to open the white box she had set down, revealing a birthday cake with your name on it.
"You really didn't have to!", you smile at them.
"Oh shut it!", your other friend, Allen, chimes in, sticking candles in the cake.
They make you take a seat and you blush as everyone sings you Happy Birthday as Anna lights the candles.
"You better make a good wish.", Daniel winks.
You close your eyes, your brain immediately picturing Rory with his arms around you. You realize that you have everything you need right in this room.
You open your eyes, blowing out the fire.
Everyone cheers and clinks their glasses again.
You spend the rest of the evening with not a care in the world. Just you and your friends having a nice time.
Well, almost not a care in the world. You may not have had any worries the whole evening, but being interrupted by your friends earlier left you in a wanting state. Your mind couldn't let go of Rory's touch. You wanted him now.
The morning goes off surprisingly smooth as they have a quick breakfast and head on their way.
"Where are we going?", Fraye asks.
"I'm not sure yet. I don't know where we'll be safest."
"Braavos?"
"Braavos? What's in Braavos?"
"I don't know... Or Pentos maybe? Somewhere acros the Narrow Sea. To a free city?"
"I could become a sellsword. Make enough money to build a home for us."
Fraye smiles as Sandor fondly speaks of their future together. It makes her heart swore. All Fraye wants now is a quiet life with Sandor. A farm where they can grow food and take care of animals. Just the two of them and maybe a babe one day.
Fraye's daydreams are cut short when they hear voices in the distance. Fraye readies the dagger hooked to her belt. He stops Stranger, getting off the horse as quietly as he can.
"Stay here.", he whispers and she nods.
She watches him walk off between trees. Not even a moment later, she hears screaming. She hops off of Stranger as best as she can, wincing at the pain from her wounds. She ignores it and is quick to tie Stranger to the tree before pulling the dagger from her belt. She holds it in her good hand and slowly creeps forward.
Before she can make it to the trees, someone grabs her from behind. She yells, trying to fight them off. She's blinded as they slip a sack over her head.
"Let me go, bastard!", she yells, kicking at them.
"Just be quiet! Will ya'? We're only after your traveling companion. If you comply, we'll let ya go.", she hears a male voice say.
She feels herself being lifted. She's met with what feels like the back of a wagon. She feels a body next to hers. She would recognize Sandor's large stature anywhere.
"Are you alright?", she asks.
There's no reply.
"He can't hear you love. We had to knock 'em out. There's no way we'd live if that big fucker was awake right now.", Fraye hears a different man's voice explain as he begans tying her hands together.
"You're fucked when he wakes up.", Fraye spats at them angry and in pain from the rope digging into her burns.
"Well we better hurry back then!"
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Fraye yelps when she feels arms pulling her up and off the wagon. She hears them waking Sandor up and she prepares herself to flee.
"Get your fucking cunt hands off me!", she hears him yell at them.
"I suggest you comply with us or your little Lady will be in trouble."
"You better not fucking touch her! I'll gut every fucking one of you cunts!"
As Fraye is pulled inside a building along with Sandor, she tries every way she can to piece together who their captures could be.
She can feel the difference of the ground and realizes they're no longer outside.
"How does one manage to subdue such an uncommonly large person... and a lady... a nice bodied lady at that?", she scowls under her sack at the stranger's words.
"One waits for them to walk into a trap when they're distracted.", the man next to you says.
"Poor girl. She has my sympathy traveling with a large man like him.", he jokes.
The sacks are suddenly pulled off both their heads. They squint, adjusting their eyes the light.
Sandor immediately turns to look at Fraye. She makes a small nod and he returns the jesture, checking each other's safety.
"Aha, not a man at all. A Hound!", he smiles.
Fraye looks around as all the men laugh. They're clearly at a tavern of some sort.
"So good to see you again, Clegane.", the man adds.
Fraye studies him, tall and thin with long blonde hair and a matching beard. She's never seen him before.
"Thoros? The fuck you doing here?", Sandor asks him.
"Drinking and talking too much. Same as ever.", Thoros replies.
Fraye turns, noticing three children, two boys and a girl, sneaking out of the tavern.
"Girl.", Fraye hears Sandor in front of her.
She turns and realizes Sandor must recognize the young girl.
She watches the girl freeze and look at him.
"What in seven hells are you doing with the Stark bitch?"
Fraye's eyes widen. That must be Sansa's sister. Fraye never got to meet her. She wishes she could let Sansa know that her sister is still alive.
"It's nothing you need concern yourself with.", Thoros replies, "Take them to the Wagon, Anguy."
Fraye and Sandor are grabbed and led back outside.
They both look around, trying to piece where they are.
Anguy, one of the men who captured them, carries a bow. He seems ready to strike at nay moment.
"You think you're good with that bow, you little twat?", Sandor spats at him.
"Better than anyone you've ever met.", Anguy smirks.
"A coward's weapon. I like to fight up close. I like to see a man's face when I put steel in him."
"Why? So you can kiss him?
"Will you too stop bickering at least? Or just kiss each other? Whichever gets us out of these binds quicker?", Fraye jumps in.
No one replies as Arya walks up to them.
"You remember the last time you were here?", she asks Sandor.
"Looks like every other shit inn on the road.", he replies, before Anguy shoves the back over his head.
"Now apologies, but you're one ugly fucker and I'd rather not see you no more.", he jokes.
Fraye kicks him in the shin before he shoves the bag over her head as well.
"Keep playing rough like that, sweetheart and I'll have to teach ya manners.", he jokes.
"In your fucking dreams.", Fraye replies as they're loaded into the wagon.
Rory takes in a breath, staring at the costume in front of him. He hasn't worn it in many years now and he doesn't really want to wear it again. If it were for anyone else, he wouldn't. But you, he'd give you anything you asked for even if you didnt technically ask for this.
Rory wants to surprise you for your birthday. You had spent plenty of time together in the three years you'd known each other. You had a small mutual friend group in which you'd spent time with on a regular basis together. You became close friends; close enough for Rory to fall in love with you. Rory still wasn't sure if the feelings were mutual but he knew one thing; you were infatuation with a character he had played for many years. He'd known you'd never admit to it. He figured
it out for himself when he borrowed your computer and accidentally opened a recently closed tab. It was full of stories of his character. The stories were enough to make Rory blush. That's when he got a very ambitious idea for your upcoming birthday present. The present would be the perfect way to show his feelings for you while giving you something you want.
That leads Rory to where he is now, sitting in a makeup chair, applying the god awful burn prosthetic to the side of his face. He had it altered a bit to save his poor beard who went through enough shaving during its time on the HBO show.
Putting on the makeup, he decides to send you a few quick texts to be sure you'd cleared plans with anyone else tonight. He was going to surprise you tomorrow, the night of your actual birthday, but your friends had already planned a surprise party for you.
"I'll be there in about an hour.", he types, "I'm bringing your gift."
"You know you didn't have to get me anything. Just hanging out with you is enough.", you reply.
He smiles a little, his cheeks unable to hide the blush.
"Well, you'll get both. Consider it two gifts. I'm a generous man."
"Right... Veeery generous. How can I ever repay you for your generosity?
"A good drink is a start."
"Aye, aye Captain."
He sets down his phone with a smile.
Once the makeup is all on and he's dressed back in uncomfortable fake armor, he gets in his car and makes his way to your house.
Fake armor clinking, he feels ridiculous wearing this out in public and he thanks god no one recognized him on his way to your door.
He knocks, his nerves increasing. He has to get into character and play the part. You're getting Sandor; not Rory.
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You stand at the counter, Rory's drink fixed and waiting. You did promise him one after all.
You hear a knock and takes in a breath. Seeing him always makes you happy and giddy inside. Tonight will be no exception. You move to the door and when you open it , your brows furrow. Your face to face with... metal armor? You look up and your face drops
"R-rory.... What are you doing?", You ask, stuttering.
The look he gives you goes straight inbetween your legs.
"Who the fuck's that dove? Have other men in your bed?", he asks you, moving past you without another word.
You shut the door.
"I don't understand... You're... Sandor right now... Why...?"
"Heard it was your name day tomorrow... Thought I'd give you everything you've been thinkin of in that pretty little head of yours, dove.", he tells you, downing the whiskey on the table.
Something tells you he needs the courage for what he's going to do to you tonight.
"...Sandor...", you whisper and thats when it all clicks.
He said he was bringing you a gift. He is the gift. Sandor Clegane is your birthday gift.
You take in a breath, downing your own drink before moving closer to him. He smirks at you, backing you against the counter.
You're sure the sight would be so strange. Sandor Clegane standing in a modern kitchen.
"W-What do you think i've been thinking about?", you ask.
"My cock down that pretty thoat of yours is one... And I can make your wishes come true.", he growls, pushing you to your knees.
"R- Sandor...", you whisper again as he unties his breeches, his half hard cock slapping out of the fabric.
Your eyes almost widen at the size of him. You take in a breath as you take im in your head, leaning forward and licking along the shaft. He moves a large hand into your hair, holding it as your take him in your mouth. You take in deep breaths through your knows as you stretch your lips around his thick cock.
He groans above you and it makes you drip between your legs.
He starts to thrust slowly in your mouth, giving your throat a work out.
"I'm going to make sure that fuckin' throat of yours is raw with the thought of me.", he groans as he holds himself deep inside your throat before pulling all the way out.
Strings of precum and saliva connect your bottom lip to his cock and its erotic.
"Get up.", he demandes, pulling you up and throwing you over his shoulder.
You let out a surprised yelp. The dress you're wearing gives him perfect access to knead and smack your ass on the short walk to your bed.
"If you can behave and do what I tell you, I won't shove my cock in here.", he tells you, giving your ass one last squeeze before dropping you to the bed.
"Take off your dress.", he says.
You're quick to pull it off of yourself. You sit up on the bed only in your underwear and bra. He drops to his knees, pulling you until your ass is on the edge. He spreads your legs and grips your underwear. Your mouth waters as he rips your underwear in two.
"I'm gonna taste that dripping fucking cunt.", he growls, leaning down.
You let out a small gasp at the feeling of his tongue sliding through your slit.
"S-Sandor.", you whimper.
Rory's cock only hardens even more at your moans.
Your groans grow louder when he slides two thick fingers inside of you.
"Fuuuck.", you whine, your stomach knotting.
You open your eyes and watch him pull back to stare at you, his fingers still deep inside of you.
"That's it, Dove... Cum all over my fucking fingers.", he says, licking his lips.
You curse loudly, your head falling back as you explode. Your thighs close, clenching him in as you ride out your high.
When he finally pulls his hand away and stands, your eyes snap back open.
His cock still hard and wanting, you realize what's about to happen. You're about to be fucked by Sandor Clegane.
"Get on your hands and knees. If you wanna act like a whore for a Hound that's how I'm gonna fucking treat ya.", he tells you.
You're quick to oblige, readying yourself for him.
Rory moves to stand at the edge of the bed, your holes on perfect display for his cock to take.
He smacks your ass hard and your back arches with a moan.
"Please.", you whimper.
"That's it. Beg for my cock, girl."
"Please... S-Sandor fuck me."
He waists no time sliding inside of your dripping cunt. Two fingers weren't nearly enough to prepare you for the size of him.
You hiss at the stretch of him but he doesn't make any move to let up, knowing you secretly want to be sore and remember everthing he does to you tonight.
Pounding into you, your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"Jesus christ.", you cry out.
"No fucking god is going to help you.", he spats out, hips snapping into yours.
Your second orgasm fast approaching, Rory doesn't let up.
He leans forward and moves one hand from your hips to grip your hair. He pulls your head back, contorting your body.
He bites at your neck, making an effort to bruise and mark you.
It's enough to send you over the edge. You clinch around his cock, coating him even more in yourself.
"Fuck.", he curses pulling out of you.
He pulls you down on the floor.
"You're only getting my cum down your throat.", he growls at you, shoving his cock inside your mouth.
You chock on his cock as he fucks your mouth.
You whimper, looking up and watching his angered expression.
"Fuck... I know you want my cum. You want to choke on it like the good whore you are.", he growls, slamming his cock into the back of your throat where you feel a sudden spirt of liquid. You choke on him as his
load fills your mouth and throat.
"That's it, Dove.", his scottish accent peaking through and bringing you back to the reality that your best friend is under the makeup and currently cumming down your throat.
When he pulls out of your mouth, an obscene amount of saliva and cum follows and it makes you even hotter to know that its your cum mixed with his coating your tongue.
You swallow, your throat hoarse and raw already.
"Rory.", you whisper, breathing deeply.
You look up and he's clearly sweating under all the makeup and armor.
It takes him a moment to compose himself before he grabs you, forcing you to stand on wobbly legs.
He puts his hand on the back of your neck.
"I hope you enjoyed your present, Dove... I made sure you'll feel the sting and taste of me for a long fucking while.", he smirks at you before letting you go
"Rory.", you try to say, but he ignores you.
You feel even more surprised when he pulls back the covers of your, now messy bed.
"Rest. I'm sure you need it now.", he tells you.
You don't protest, feeling the weight of your eyelids. You force yourself to stand, moving to sit in your bed.
He turns away from you and you stop him.
"How did you know?", you ask him.
He turns to look at you and says, "I see how you look at me."
He doesn't say anything else as he leaves you. You think of going after him but shock sets in at the reality of what just transpired.
You just had sex with your best friend and you let him treat you like a rag doll.
Shame sets in as well; Your face flushes as you play over the events that just transpired.
You hope this didn't ruin your friendship even if it was his idea and you had to admit; it was the best gift you could have ever gotten.
Walking into a tavern, you spot a familiar face. Someone you had met before working in Kingslanding. Someone who had saved you when you were merely a child.
"Brienne of Tarth.", you say, walking up to her and her companion.
She looks at you, eyes focused on yours, trying to remember you.
"Don't remember me?… I don't blame you. I was just a little girl when we knew each other.", you tell her.
Her brows forrow before a lightbulb seems to go off.
"Y/n?? The little girl who I used to play with in the gardens?", she asks, a smile on her face.
"That's the one."
You take a seat at the table with them and began talking.
"This is my- traveling companion, Podrick Payne. Pod, this is y/n."
"Very good to meet you! How do you know, Lady Brienne?", he asks you.
"My mother worked in the kitchens for her father, Lord Selwyn Tarth… I helped out and Brienne would play with me outside. We'd fight with sticks in the garden. He'd get so angry when he caught her playing with one of the servants. After Brienne left the isle, I did to."
"What have you been up to since then?", she asks you.
"I've been fighting and traveling mostly. I worked in the kitchens of Kingslanding for years but circumstances led me to leave. What have you been doing then? I see you've got some very nice knight armor. Are you a knight then?"
"Not a knight… Just a warrior keeping my oaths."
"You were always so noble. I remember the other servant boys would pick on me and you'd scare them all away."
"That sounds like Lady Brienne.", Pod adds.
"What about you, y/n? Did you know, Pod, that as a small girl, she would stand right up to my father when he yelled at me. I was older than her and a little bigger. To this day, I still have never seen anyone stand up to him like that."
You and her laughed.
"So what brings you out here?", you ask them after asking the tavern girl for a meal.
"We're looking for someone.", Pod tells her.
"Who? Maybe I can help."
You can see the hesitation on their faces.
"I am not an enemy Brienne. I have no ties to anyone. I'm traveling alone with my mare… I could help you. Who are you looking for?"
"The stark girls.", she whispers.
"I haven't seen Arya since her fathers execution… and Sansa… She's gone? She was at Kingslanding when I left. Why are you wanting the girls?"
"I promised their mother that I would protect them with my life. I swore an oath. and yes, Sansa is gone. She fled with Littlefinger after the King's murder.
"The king's dead?"
She nods, "Poisoned at his own wedding."
You think for a moment, unsure of what to make of the information.
"Who did it?", you asked in a hush tone.
"People believe it was Tyrion Lannister and Sansa together."
"I don't believe Sansa Stark would've done such a thing and if so, Littlefinger is surely to blame."
"We believe so… But we have a trail on Arya. Only a day ago, we learned who she may be traveling with. Imprisoned most likely."
"Who?"
"The Hound.
Your face turns red.
"T-the Hound…. Why would she be with him?", you ask, your interest growing.
"I don't know. Probably holding her hostage.", Pod adds.
"I'll help.", you tell them, "Whatever you want me to do, I'm in."
Brienne nods, turning to Pod and instructing him to ready the horses.
Brienne notices your expression, "Why are you so red faced over the Hound?"
You nod slowly, "It's a long story. He betrayed me and I want my revenge."
Brienne nods, "Alright, old friend. I'll take the girl and you can have that blasted dog."
Fraye doesn't say anything as she kicks off her shoes. She starts undressing and Sandor follows her lead, wanting to rid himself of the cold clothes sticking to him.
Sandor stops after removing his chest armor.
"Let me help.", he says, noticing her struggle to pull her clothes over her head.
Sandor still feels rage when he sees the bandages. He knows what his own blood has done to her and it eats away at him slowly.
"Thank you… I know I don't look the same… I-", she tries to apologize.
"Don't give me any of that horse shit.", he scowls, dropping to his knees to help her finish undressing.
"You've called yourself an ugly man since I've known you because of the burns. Now I match… How could you not be repulsed by me then?… How am I not ugly if that is how you see yourself?", she says, her logic digging into him.
He knows she's right only partially. He hasn't even seen the damage to her properly.
"I'm an ugly fucker, Fraye… But you… You could never be ugly to me.", he tells her, looking her in the eyes.
She feels herself wanting to break. She's stayed strong for so long that she can feel herself finally giving way.
"I… I think you are anything but an ugly fucker, as you like to put it.", she tells him, cupping his scared cheek in her hand.
He leans into her touch.
"Then if I'm not ugly, you can't be either, Kitten.", he replies.
Her breath hitches. She hasn't heard that nickname in a long while. It makes her heart swell. Everything starts to set in that he's really here in front of her and it isn't another dream or fantasy all in her head.
"Thank you for saving me.", she tells him, tears spilling over her eyes.
He leans forward, kissing her softly and stopping the water flowing from her eyes.
"I'd cut my arms from my body if it meant you were safe… I'd step into flames for you and burn away everything I am if it meant your happiness.", he whispers to her.
She brings her arms around him as they embrace. He holds her close, tears wanting to well in his own again. He takes in a deep breath, inhaling her scent. He missed her soft touches and feminine smells. It seems to always lull him to contemptment. He can even hear her heart beating through her chest. He wants to thank any gods that may exist for the fact that it is still beating.
He forces himselt to pull away, knowing he's pushing on her wounds.
"Let's change your dressings before we eat.", he tells her.
She nods, "Yes but you should let your clothes dry before morning."
He nods, realizing he's still soaking wet. He stands, quickly removing the rest of his clothes before she helps him set them all in front of the fire to dry.
He moves to their satchel and pulls out the ointment.
She can't help but stare at Sandor's naked form. She was abused more times than she can count by Gregor and she's not sure when she'll be ready for Sandor's touch in that way again. She can't help but to marvel at him anyway. His tall, strong body has always managed to set her on fire. Right now is no exception.
He turns to her ointment in hand and finds her staring. His face flushes a little. He tries to dismiss the thoughts forming on his head. He knows it'll be a while before she'll accept him in her bed again.
He sets the container down on the bed before moving to her. He helps her unravel each wrapping, his eyes traveling to the burnt swirls covering her.
"Your left side is the worst of it. When you heal, we'll strengthen it up otherwise it'll be a weak spot. If you want to fight, you can't have a weak spot.", he tells her.
"I know… I can do it. I won't let myself be a burden to you. I will help in any way I can.", she replies,
"You're not a burden… I know you can handle yourself otherwise you wouldn't have survived my cunt of a brother."
She nods, "I want revenge, Sandor… When I heal, I'll kill him… He deserves to pay for what he's done… to both of us."
Sandor chuckles and Fraye furrows her brows.
"You want revenge just as much as I do, my love… We could end his horrid existence. He's done horrible things and imagine what it would do if the Lannister's lost their loyal fighter?"
He looks at her, unsure of what to say. This is the first time in his life where someone wants what he does. He's spent his whole life around people praising his brother. Now here he stands with her telling him she wants him dead.
He finishes removing her soaked bandages and dries them with a cloth from the bag. He coats her deformed flesh with the medicine, trying his best to be gentle.
Her heart swells as she watches his focused face. His mouth slightly open, his brows furrowed, and his eyes sharp.
"What?", he asks, noticing her stare again.
"Nothing… I've just missed your company."
He gives her a small smile and leans over to kiss her forehead.
"It's healing well…. At least we don't have to worry about any infections.", he tells her, moving to grab a new dressing.
I'm at least glad of that. I'd rather have scared flesh than none.", she tells him, trying to jest.
He doesn't find much humor in it.
He starts to wrap around her torso and she takes in a breath. She thought being touched by anyone would send her into a panic. Maybe it would if it were anyone else. But with Sandor, she feels heat coarse through her.
He brings the wrap up around her breast to the left side of her chest. His eyes scan her skin, seeing nothing but beauty. He's angry about her wounded body but he still can't help but to see her beautiful figure just as he used to.
He finishes shortly after. His stomach rumbling brings their attention to the meals on the table. It's most likely cold now but neither of them care as they dig in.
Before long, their bellys are full and their bodies warm.
Sandor finds himself lying in the small bed with Fraye layingon right side, her head on his chest with her arm over him.
They lay in comfortable silence as she traces little soft patterns through his chest hair.
I love you.", she whispers, breaking the silence.
He lets himself have a small smile, still not used to those words. No ones ever loved him and he decided while she was gone that he wouldn't miss the opportunities to return her love.
"I love you too.", he whispers back.
She looks up at him, a smile growing on her face.
She pulls his mouth to hers, kissing him lovingly.
He forces himself to pull back when he feels his arousal growing.
"Get some sleep… If you keep doing things like that, I wont be able to control myself and you need to heal.", he tells her, adjusting himself to lay back down properly.
"I want to… I don't know when I will be ready for that again…", she tells him, honestly.
"I'll never hurt you or push myself on you. I won't fuck you until you want me to."
She nods, cuddling closer to his chest. His name a whisper on her lips as she falls into a deep slumber.
Fraye shivers, the cold rain soaking through her tunic. It had been clear skys through most of the day as they road far from Clegane Keep. She had kept telling Sandor that rain would come and he just brushed her off and argued that she was wrong.
Now here they are, drenched in freezing rain and looking for any form of shelter.
"I told you! Maybe next time, you'll believe me!", she scowled.
He furrowed his brows, trying to show irritation but failing. All he can think to do is huff and hide the smirk on his face.
He missed her fiery personality. He missed her closeness. He missed everything about her.
Less than half an hour later, the rain only gets heavier and they finally came across an inn.
"Do you think it safe?", she asks.
"Nowhere is safe.", he replies.
"We have to get out of the rain or we'll catch our death, Sandor. If you keep your head down and let me do the talking, we may be fine. You are much more recognizable than me."
"Not anymore.", he said simply, gesturing to her soaked gauzed body.
She takes in a breath, "Still… You have a reputation. I don't… yet."
He only nods, giving in to her pleading eyes.
They'd been riding for a full day. They had left the Keep together in the early morning and now night has fallen.
"Surely we're far enough for one night?", she wonders aloud.
He doesn't reply, helping her down from Stranger.
"I'll go see if they have room and board for the night.", she tells him.
He takes her hand for a moment.
"Be careful.", he says, worry flashing through his eyes.
She smiles and moves to kiss his cheek.
"I'll be fine.", she tells him.
She fixes her soaked through cloak over herself, trying to hide as much of her injury as she can before making her way inside the wooden structure.
She's glad of the dagger strapped to her belt when she's met with the eys of soldiers. They're hiding out from the rain. They stare at her with ill intent as she makes her way past them to an older woman behind the counter.
"Hi, I was wondering if you had any room and board? Just until morning. My husband and I got trapped in this awful rain.", she smiles.
"We have no rentable rooms left.", she replies, not caring to look at Fraye.
"Do you have anything at all?"
The woman thinks for a moment, knitting her brows.
"There's an old bed in the attic. I don't usually rent out that room, though. Cramped and no room for a wash."
Fraye sighs with relief.
"It'll be just fine.", she tells her.
She pays her what is owed and requests that their meals be brought to the room. Fraye wants to stay away from as many people as possible.
The older woman obliges and hands Fraye the key.
Fraye turns to see Sandor walking in just in time.
The whole place seems to quiet when he enters. He ignores them, walking over to her.
"Did you get a room?", he asks, not even batting an eye.
"Yes I did, husband.", she replies, waving the key.
He follows her up the stairs watching her from behind as they walk. He felt a tug in his heart when she called him her husband. He wished it were true.
They get upstairs and find the string to the attic. Sandor grasps it, pulling on it to reveal wooden stairs leading up to the room.
"This was all the lady had. I guess it's better than the wet ground.", she tells him before climbing the creaking stairs.
She makes her way into the attic first, Sandor following.
"I'd appreciate a bath but this is better than nothing.", Fraye says, pulling off her wet cloak.
"The rain has washed enough.", is all he replies.
She looks at him, just noticing all the blood and dirt did, in fact, wash off of him and his armor.
Looking around the room, Fraye sees a bed in the corner with a table next to it. Along with that, a chair in the other corner, and a fireplace next to it.
She moves and begans starting to the fire, hoping to let some light into the dark room as it warms them.
Only a few moments later, they hear footsteps. They both turn to see a short, round boy wobbling
up the stairs with two plates and cups of ale on a tray.
"Your supper, sir.", he says, setting it on an empty table.
He doesn't say anything else as he looks at Sandor. Fraye can see the fear in the eyes of the young boy.
"Thank you.", Fraye smiles at him, trying to ease him.
He nods with a small smile before hurrying off.
"Do you ever get tired of people staring?", Fraye asks.
"I don't pay them mind.", he replies, pulling the stairs up so no one else can bother them for the night.
Staring out into the lake, your eyes can almost see the dark water burning. Red and green flames roaring. You were so scared that day. The day he abandoned you.
"What if Stannis wins?", you asked him.
"He won't and if he does, you know I won't let anyone touch you.", he replied, pulling you close to him.
You both heard the horns and you knew he had to go.
"Go with the other women. You'll be safe.", he tells you.
"With Cersei, I doubt it."
"Don't worry."
You felt something cold in your hand. You look down to see the dagger he thrusted into your hand.
You nodded before you pulled him down to kiss you.
"I will see you soon.", you had told him before you had strapped the dagger under your skirt.
He only nodded before he followed the sound.
You had waited with the other women until all hell broke loose. Illyan Payne was going to kill you all but the women started to run out of the room in a rush. You had followed but soon realized, you were out in the open. You ran to Sandor's room and barricaded the door. You hoped he would find you.
You waited and waited but he never came.
You throw a rock into the water, watching the ripples. That's all you had been to him. A ripple through his life; there for a moment, then gone.
You stood up, taking in a breath. All you wanted was to understand why he left you. He promised to keep you safe, yet he never came for you. If Stannis had one, you would have been raped and killed. He didn't even care.
You can feel the anger still beaming inside you from all those years ago.
You try to brush it off as you mount your mare to continue down the road.
You had become so ruthless and dark hearted after the Blackwater. You left only a couple days after. You weren't an important person there so no one missed you.
From that day on, you definded yourself and killed countless men. You got good at combat rather quickly and your body had grown muscle and become leaner as time went on. You trained yourself and started making your own bow and arrows. You keep them strapped to your back. You prefer daggers though; they're quick and can go unnoticed a lot easier than most weapons.
You still have the one he had given you. It was strapped to your thigh with a deep brown leathered garter. You would have thrown the dagger into that lake but you had decided long ago that you'd inact your revenge with the very blade he'd given you.
It was poetic justice in your mind and it fueled you to keep going through all the pain and hunger you'd endured these past years.
It's been a little over a fortnight since the battle at Blackwater. It took almost this much time for Fraye and Gregor to arrive here after her horrid wedding night so Sandor can't be far if he was able to escape the price on his head. No doubt, Gregor celebrated his victory at Kingslanding with ale and whores for a few nights before making his way back to the keep. She hopes Tywin Lannister has sent her husband on a new mission so she can avoid a battle between the brothers. She's felt enough violence in the Keep to last her a life time.
She's pulled out of her thoughts by shouting. She pulls herself out of bed.
"M'Lady!", Raine practically shouts as she rushes into Fraye's chambers.
"What is the matter?!", Fraye replies, her anxiety sky rocketing as horrid scenarios flash through her mind.
"He's here!"
"Who?!"
"The Hound, M'lady! You were right!"
Fraye practically leaps from her bed, whincing at her still unhealed wounds.
"You must hurry and pack light if you want to get out now!", Raine says, running about the room.
Fraye turns, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Self-consiousness filling her mind.
Fraye wants to cringe when she hears the shouting and violence getting closer. No doubt, Sandor has cut through anyone and everyone that steps foot in front of him.
Grabbing Fraye's things, she sets them at the end of the bed.
Fraye's heart beat quickens when heavy footsteps approach. Just in case it isn't him, Fraye quickly finds her hidden dagger and necklace. She hands the necklace to Raine and holds the dagger in her good hand.
The door bursts open and Raine steps behind Fraye as she was instructed.
Sandor stands before her, covered in blood and breathing heavily.
He sees her sunken in face and his heart aches for her. He looks down, seeing the bandages on her hands and arms. He feels all the air leave his lungs.
He barely notices Raine as Fraye steps toward him.
Fraye's eyes fill with tears and the dagger drops to the floor.
"I-I'm sorry… I-I did everything to be strong… I started losing my mind in here… He wanted us to ma-match.", Fraye says, words jumbling.
Sandor feels his body grow hot with anger. He sees white and feels like he's about to burst. He falls to his knees.
She steps close to him.
"Sandor…", she whispers, "I'm so sorry. I trie-"
He brings her against him softly, not wanting to hurt her.
The embrace fills them with a much needed comfort.
All anger leave him for a brief moment as he feels her body against his. He was so worried she'd be dead that it doesn't feel real for her to be here now.
He pulls back from her, "Never be sorry… I am sorry… I should've never let him take you. I promised to protect you… I failed you."
She takes his face in her hands.
"We did what we had to and now you've come back to me… No amount of beatings from him could make me blame you… You risked everything just to come and rescue me.. You never failed me. You're loyal. That's what matters.", she tells him, tears filling her eyes.
He nods as she leans foward and kisses him sweetly.
Sandor's eyes fill with tears. He never thought he'd feel her sweet touches ever again.
"We've got to go.", he says trying to contain his emotions as he stands.
Fraye moves, turning her attention to her loyal handmaiden.
"This is Raine.. She's the only reason I'm still alive. ", Fraye explains, gesturing to the uncomfortable woman, "And this is Sandor Clegane, the bravest man you'll ever meet."
She nods to him as she helps Fraye start to dress.
"What's in it for you?", he asks the servant, "You aren't scared of your master?"
"No… Gregor has slaughtered so many and I just wanted to save her. She's too good to be here and to be treated this way.", she replies to him, honestly.
Sandor nods, greatfully for her help.
He picks up the two satchels on the bed and drapes them over himself before moving to wait by the door.
His eyes follow Fraye's, now exposed, body. Shes thinner than she used to be. Her plush curves now smoother and boney. There's bandages all over her body and he feels the anger growing inside of him again. He has to take in a breath to try to stay calm.
Raine dresses Fraye in a lavender colored long tunic with matching dark blue breeches and deep brown boots. She helps Fraye fasten a belt around her sore waist, remembering not to tighten it too tight.
Fraye's eyes meet Sandor's as Raine clasps the necklace around Fraye's neck.
"You still have it?", he asks, his heart warming even more.
"I hid it. It's all I had of you and I wasn't going to let anyone take it from me.", she replies, moving to place her dagger in her belt.
"We need to hurry before more come.", he tells her.
She nods, turning to Raine, " Are you sure you won't come?"
"No, M'Lady. You go with him. I'll be fine. I'll pack me own bag and leave soon after. I'm going to head back to my village.", Raine explains.
"Alright. Thank you for everything. For dressing my wounds, for feeding me… For the moon teas… I don't know what would have happened to me with you."
"There's no need to thank me. Now, go… Be free while you have the chance!"
Sandor's heart aches when he hears Fraye mention the moon tea. He hates that she's been violated in that way. He hates that his brother touched her. It makes his blood boil.
"Where are we going to go?", Fraye asks, trying to distract herself from all the blood and carnage around her as they leave the keep.
"I don't know… Far from here.", is all he can tell her as they hurry to find Stranger. He carefully helps her onto the horse before getting on behind her.
She leans back into him, missing his warmth. She hasn't felt such comfort in so long now. Gregor never did anything to her but beat her and use what was under her skirts.
"What did you do while I was gone?", Fraye asks him.
"Fight and drink.", he replies simply.
"That's nothing new… I stabbed him, ya know. I went for the heart but missed. I was too weak from starvation to aim properly. He was very angry… He dragged me out of that room and poured boiling water on me. I'd… I'd never felt worse pain… I'm so sorry, Sandor… I can't imagine that pain as a child…", Fraye says, tears running down her face.
He pulls her back against his chest and wraps one arm around her while he keeps the other on the reigns.
"I know… I know.", he replies, kissing the top of her head to sooth her.
Sandor;s only wish was to hurt Gregor for what he did to him as a child. It fueled him. But now, all he wants is to protect Fraye and to torture and kill Gregor for what he's done to her. She has been beaten and tortured and Sandor decides he'll never stop until his brother is begging for mercy and then he'll slit his throat.
You take in a breath, thoughts drifiting back to what you lost... To who you lost.
Your brain drifts to him less and less as time goes on. The pain of what happened hurts less and less as the time passes too.
You'd never been one to trust or love anyone.
You kept to yourself when you worked in the kitchen at the Red Keep.
He always waited until there was no one left in the kitchen, then he'd come in and ask for dinner. It became like clockwork. You'd finish all your cleaning duties once everyone had left and he'd walk in and sit at the table. You never understood why he never ate with the other Kingsguard but you never bothered asking. For at least a month, you never spoke to each other; just sharing silent glances.
When you had spoke to him finally, he only gave small responces. He was not one for social situations and you were almost glad for it because you were just the same.
Everyone was always so scared of him but you never felt that fear. You only felt curious toward him. You wanted to know more about the King's guard dog and you had learned more than you expected all those years ago.
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Taking a break you step down from your horse. After tying her to a tree off the trail, you move to find anything to ease the ache in your stomach.
You're greatful to whatever gods looking down at you when you manage a rabbit and two apples.
You feed the apples to your mare, relieved to see her not hungry anymore.
Moving to the fire you'd started, you began skinning and cooking the small rabbit.
Digging into your small find, you let more memories play through your head.
One day while working the kitchen, you had heard the servants talking of King Joffrey. He had apparently been rather cruel to Sandor. He had been the object of Joffrey's amusings all day. You knew it was bad if the servant's had thought it was cruel treatment to Sandor.
You expected him not to show that night but there he was, right on time.
You had just finished cleaning up the kitchen when he walked in. You pushed the plate toward him and gave him a small smile. He looked you right in the eye. He never did that and you felt sometime shift inside you.
When you turned your gaze away out of embarrassement, he scoffed.
"Can't stand to look at me either, girl?", he had asked you.
"I have not a problem with you.", you had told him, moving to continue your duties.
"Don't lie to me, girl."
"Just because you've had a shit day, doesn't mean you can can come down here and be crued towards me, Clegane."
You had watched him stand up and move toward you. He had you pinned against the counter, trying to intimidate you.
"You don't scare me.", you told him.
"Why's that?", he smirked.
"If you're a dog like everyone says, then all dogs can be tamed by certain people."
"Think that'll be you just because you set my supper aside and I don't yell at ya every time I walk through the fuckin' door?"
"May be... But I'm not sure if you deserve to be a tamed dog."
"Have no need for being tamed. Especially by a little bunny like you."
That's where the nickname he gave you started. You remember it all too well as you eat the meat from the rabbit.
It was weeks before you saw Sandor again. You always left him food anyway, just in case.
When he did come back, you could see his surprise that you still left out his dinner.
"Starve?", you asked with a smirk on your face, "Figured you'd have to return to eating down here some time."
He didn't reply as he sat and scarfed down his food.
"Why'd you call me little bunny?", you had asked me a few moments later.
"You're always hopping about the fuckin' kitchen like a rabbit.", he had told you.
You had laughed and nodded in aggreement.
That's how your friendship with Sandor Clegane had started. From that night on, you did start talking and the romantic feelings had seemed to just seep into the both of you.
Sandor's been riding for weeks. He's only half way to Clegane Keep by now. There's a price on his head after abandoning his post and he's had to be cautious. Men have already tried to kill him at two different taverns for the bounty. He gutted every last one of them.
He stays out of taverns now and only takes back roads and short cuts, staying off main trails.
He did manage to hear useful information out of the men at those taverns. He heard them talk of Tywin Lannister and his army showing up and defeating Stannis Baratheon. He heard that his brother was by his side, as well. Which can only mean that Fraye is alone. He almost wants to thank the gods for the peace she must have without him. If she's still alive, that is.
Sandor takes in a breath, stopping by a river so his horse can drink and rest for a short while. He's been working Stranger day and night to get to Fraye as quick as possible. He isn't sure how much she's suffered but he knows she's suffered more than she ever should have.
He leaves Stranger tied up near the river and heads into the trees close by. He pulls out a dagger, stalking out any animal he can find. He's barely eaten in days and he knows he's got to keep his strength.
It doesn't take him long before he's made camp long enough to skin and cook a small grey rabbit he had found. He gnaws at it like a beast, chewing on the meatless bones now.
He throws the bones to the ground, leaning back against a tree. He can feel the tiredness wearing his body but he knows he must keep going. He's spent so long of his life only fueled by selfish anger that he had no idea caring for someone could push him to do so much more and allow him to feel and be so much more. He hates it and loves it. It's the most foreign feelings he's ever had.
He stands up, putting out the fire and gathering his things.
Back on Stranger, he drifts off into thought.
He thinks about the first time he saw Fraye. The way she looked at him with no fear and only kindness. She was the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. She still is to him. He thinks about the fact that he may truly lose her now and if he hasn't, he'll find a way to rid Gregor from her hand and wrap his around hers instead. He wants her to be a Clegane by him and not his monster of a brother.
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Fraye takes a deep breath, Raine helping her stand. Fraye has been trying to strengthen herself up as much as she can. The maester supplied her with creams and bandages to heal the boiled burns on her skin. Raine has been applying them to her every morning.
What once was raw red flesh, is now scabbed over red flesh. It isn't much of an improvement but it's better than infection.
Fraye knows she'll be left with horrid scaring every where. It'll make her and Sandor twins. Fraye's sadness has turned to anger as the days passed. She felt anger for herself and anger for Sandor. She believes she's able to understand him now. She knew Gregor would be a ruthless husband but the thought of someone who is supposed to be your partner until death hurting you and disfiguring you in such a way is revolting. She has nothing but pure hatred for him and she hopes one day she'll put a knife through his heart or burn him alive and watch him scream. Nothing would bring her more joy and she's sure that Sandor would revel in the same feeling.
Sitting in the dining hall, she eats her breakfast slowly.
She thinks about Sandor, worry still washing over her after all this time. She knows there's a price on his head after leaving Kingslanding. She knows he can handle himself but she wants to pray that he'll make it soon. She feels as though she's starting to go mad, sitting here. She's glad to have Gregor gone. It's the only ease of her days. But still, she sits alone all day with her thoughts, memories, and daydreams.
Sandor has occupied most of her passing thoughts but sometimes, she thinks of Jamie. She wonders about his well being. The last she saw of him was when Joffrey forced him into the dungeons. She knows Cersei would never allow his death but that doesn't mean Joffrey can't do horrid things to him. She always believed Jamie was good. He stood up to his own family for her well being for as long as she could remember. She thinks of sending him a Raven but she knows Joffrey won't let him receive it. She hates the cruel cunt of a child she grew up with. She'd give anything to see Joffrey and Gregor burn so that she and anyone else that they've tormented may live in peace.
