Summary: Request from anon: Can I get a fic where the reader and Sandor just had a baby girl and he becomes all soft around her and super over protective??
Warnings: language
Notes: I had several smaller ideas for this, so I kind of made three parts:) If anyone wants a part two, let me know
Feedback is appreciated x
You were sitting in a chair by the fire with your four moons old daughter in your arms. She was sleeping peacefully, breathing heavily, almost snoring. You hadn’t been able to look away from your perfect child for what seemed like hours; her short, brown hair was messy, her small mouth twitching every now and then. You were so immersed in her that you didn’t even notice Sandor leaning on the back of your chair, hovering over the two of you. He kissed the top of your head, breaking your trance.
“She looks like you,” he said.
“She has your mouth,” you said, admiring your creation.
“Let’s hope she gets the rest of her features from you,” he said. You chuckled, looking up at him.
You felt your daughter move in your arms, you looked back down at her. Her big, brown eyes were open, they almost looked black in the dim lighting. She was waving her little arms in the air, looking up at you. You got up and stood in front of Sandor, handing him your daughter. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him and smiled. She reached her little hands out to touch his scruffy beard, her breathing getting rapid with excitement. Sandor smiled and rocked his daughter in his large arms.
“Ye like my beard, little one?” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper.
You smiled at the sight of the two of them, thinking how lucky you were to have such a perfect little family. You and Sandor looked at each other for a second before you leant in to give him a kiss.
Sandor had changed since you had your daughter. He had become even harder than he was, but at the same time as soft and tender like never before. He was always tending to you and your daughter, making sure you were feeling alright, always protecting you.
Whenever you were traveling, Sandor would always be on guard for any possible danger. If you were to stumble upon a group of strangers, he would tell you to stay back, often times even hide. He wouldn’t trust anyone around his family. Before you got pregnant, it was the two of you against everyone else. You fought and looted together. Now, he wanted you to stay in the background with your daughter in order for you to not get hurt. He would give his life for the two of you. As a father and husband, his only mission in life was to keep your little family alive and safe.
Not only was he overprotective, but you had also noticed he had become very affectionate. He had truly become a father. He would spend hours just admiring your daughter as she slept. He would be the one to tend to her as she cried at night. He would be the one getting her dressed when you were headed out, making sure she wouldn’t get cold.
Sandor would only wanted to bring your daughter outside if absolutely necessary. He preferred you stayed inside with her, always telling you that she wouldn’t be safe if you were to stumble upon any strangers. You, on the other hand, were more willing to take your daughter with you when you went out, for example when hunting. You wanted her to grow up in nature, and not to shield her from reality. Sandor claimed it wasn’t necessary to bring her outside while she was as young as she was; only a few moons.
But today, you wanted to go out hunting with Sandor, and to bring you daughter with you. It would be your first time since giving birth, and it would be your daughters first hunt. Not that she could contribute in any way, but it was the thought and intention that mattered.
It was morning, the sun was still low in the sky when Sandor had gotten ready to head out.
“I’m going hunting,” Sandor said, grabbing the bow and arrows.
“We are going hunting,” you said with your hands on your hips.
Sandor scoffed. “The hell you are.”
“Oh come on,” you said. “I miss hunting. I can’t just stay inside forever. And we can’t be shielding her from everything, she needs to experience things.”
“We can’t bring her with,” Sandor said, pointing to your daughter in her crib. “It’s not safe out there.”
“It’ll be fine, we won’t be out for long and we won’t be going far. We’ll be home before the sun sets,” you said. He didn’t look convinced. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him and put your chin on his chest, looking into his eyes. “Please?”
He sighed and looked at you for a moment before speaking. “Fine. But we’re not going far, and we’ll be home before dark.”
You grinned from ear to ear, “yay! I knew you’d give in eventually.” You quickly pecked his lips before turning around to get you daughter dressed and ready.
Is it ok if you only update once in a blue moon because you bounce from idea to idea like a bunny on crack and are much better at worldbuilding than plot?
break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared
fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)
blunette is not a thing
new speaker, new paragraph. please.
“said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it
use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.
if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read
follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs
your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it
When Robb saw you get butchered on the battlefield, all he wanted was to reach you and try to save your life. Any man in his way stood no chance, as he killed everyone in his path. When he reached you, the light was draining from your eyes as he held your limp body in his arms. Tears fell from his eyes, landing on your face and the only thing that fell from his mouth was broken whispers of your name.
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
In public, Sandor is never affectionate, as he has a reputation to uphold and also doesn’t want anyone using you against him. This goes as far as to not even holding hands or giving chaste kisses in front of strangers.
In private, he is relatively affectionate. Sandor loves to place unexpected kisses to your neck and shoulders, whilst wrapping his arms around you waist. He adored bringing a smile to your face and aimed to do so every day.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
The friendship between you and Sandor started when you were both hired to protect Prince Joffrey. Whilst he was the type to stay quiet during His Graces tantrums, you’d be the one rolling you eyes and looking exasperated, which would always bring a small smile to Clegane’s face. One day, when the two of you had been dismissed from your duties, you’d made him the offer of getting a drink with you, which he accepted. The two of you drank together for hours, laughing and chatting together as if you’d known each other for years.
As a best friend, yourself and Sandor act like siblings. You are constantly insulting and arguing with one another, which sometimes led to a physical confrontation; if people weren’t aware of your friendship, they’d think you hated each other. Despite this aspect of the relationship, Sandor is also fiercely protective over you and wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone who threatened you.
@agirlhasnohandle: Love your writing! Look forward to it everyday. It’s become an addiction 😭. If you’re still taking request, maybe prompt 71 (“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”)? – Sandor or Tormund
Warning: swearing
Today was not your day. None of the past ones had been. Days came and they went and each and every day, you got up, forced a smile upon your lips and carried on. Whenever you looked into a looking glass, you wished it would shatter into a thousand pieces. You wished you had that power, but alas, you were nothing but a silly little creature.
Day in, day out, nothing ever changed, nothing, nothing and nothing.
The only times where you felt that you didn’t have to put on that sharp smile with those fake laugh lines and that pretend you that never reached your eyes was, when you passed the King’s personal guard dog on his patrol.
He never smiled at you and you knew that he didn’t care about what someone like you was doing and how you were feeling. At first you had gladly returned his favour. He was a brute, a scoundrel and no knight. He was not one of the men that your septa had praised in her songs. Sandor Clegane looked and behaved like the monster of those stories, the creature that took the lady in the first place, the one a knight in silver armour would have to kill to be reunited with his love.
