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[knight-in-sour-armor]

[apesoformythoughts]

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St. Augustine’s Confessions, VIII-VI // Francis Thompson - The Hound of Heaven

[rreader]

Hey~🌸! May I request a fluffy imagine with Sandor Clegane teaching his playful wife how to fight,but she keeps joking and sneaking around? Thank you~!^^

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x ReaderFandom: GoT ; ASoIaFWarnings: language

Summary: Sandor is trying to teach you how to defend yourself, but you get a little carried away.

A/N: yaaay, another GoT character on my fandoms page! Thank you for requesting a Sandor story, my dear <33 (added Sandor Clegane to my fandoms page!)

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“Youneed to learn how to protect yourself,” he walked ahead of you, upthe hill next to your house and you were already debating whether ornot to simply turn around and go back inside the warmth of your hut.

“Whatfor? There’s a reason I married you, after all,” you run up pasthim, smacking his bottom while doing so, a huge grin on your face.

Sandorshook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips, however.

“Iwon’t always be there. And if I’m not, I need to know that you’ll besafe. That you know how to kill someone if you had to.”

Yourolled your eyes, now standing on top of the hill, your hands on yourwaist.

“Asif anyone would attack us. They know that you’re my husband.”

Hehanded you a wooden sword, grabbed your chin and made you look intohis eyes.

“Menare stupid cunts. When it comes to fucking, they only think withtheir cock. It won’t matter that I’m your husband.”

“Andwhy is it that you think I can’t already protect myself,” youducked under his arms and pressed the end of the wooden sword intohis back, “Maybe I used to be an assassin.”

“AndI used to be the Mother of Dragons.”

Youlaughed and hugged him from behind.

“Mh,yes. Now that you mention it, you’d look beautiful with long, silveryhair and breasts.”

“(Y/N)…”

Youspun around him and pointed the wooden sword at him once more. Thistime, at his chest.

“Fightme, then.”

Andso he did. Or at least tried to. He took a careful swing at you, sohe wouldn’t hurt you, but you simply tackled him so that you bothfell to the ground, you landing right on top of him, straddling himlike you had done so many nights before.

Yourhair was falling into your face and you flashed him a big grin.

“I’vewon, yes?”

Sandorsighed. This was useless. You’d never take this seriously.

Hesat up, but you didn’t get off him. You still straddled him, puttingyour arms around his neck.

“Iknow you’re worried. But you don’t have to be. Nothing is going tohappen to me.”

Apretty woman like you wasn’t safe in a world like this. There weretoo many cunts out there for you to be truly safe. And he was scared,so scared, to lose you. The only woman who ever mattered to him. Theonly one that ever cared about him.

Hepulled his dagger out of its’ sheath, turned it around so that youcould grab the handle.

“Takeit. And use it!”

Yousighed, but did what he asked. If that made him feel a little better,you’d take it and carry it around with you.. even if you wereconvinced that no one would dare to come even close to you.. everyoneknew who you were married to. They knew what Sandor would do to themif they ever touched you. And no one wanted that fate.

“Iwill.”

“Promiseme!”

Yousoftly placed a kiss on his lips and whispered: “I promise.”

[5horrorprinces]

Gröna Lund - September 29, 2017

Photo by Noel Morgan (Source)

[greedisgreen]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s the 70s. Disco is king, drugs are in everybody’s pocket, and – with the rise of excess – a new industry is taking off.

Pornography.

Petyr Baelish is one the top producers, and Sansa is desperate for work now that she’s out from under her oppressive aunt’s thumb. Does she have what it takes to be his new “it” girl?

[serratedlight-a]

OOC ;

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[fykook]

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