ONLY SANDOR

Sansan Drabbles

Angst

Butterfly Wings

She placed her delicate hands over her rounded belly and felt a new life moving inside her, feather lightly, like butterfly wings. That was all that anchored her to a life of endless winter, because it was all that was left of him and the girl she had once been. A new life and the memory of a thousand kisses, sweet loving, and silent tears.

AU

What would have happened if Gregor had never burned Sandor’s face?

Queen Sansa looked at Lord Clegane and sighed. She had been a widow for ten years now but nobody knew why she refused to marry again.

She would never marry again because her heart’s desire could never be fulfilled. She had loved the tall, grey-eyed man since the day he arrived in Winterfell so many years before; a vain, ruggedly handsome knight in shining armour.

Graciously, the broken-hearted queen bestowed her permission for him to marry his latest lady love.

AU

Little Red Sansa and the Big Bad Hound

When Little Red Sansa arrived in her grandma’s house she was breathless and her cheeks were bright red.

She would never tell anyone she had crossed the forbidden forest and fallen into the grasp of the big bad Hound. Eventually he had let her go, but on one condition. He wanted some honey.

‘But I have no honey, ser,' she cried.

‘Oh, yes you do,' he rasped.

‘I don't understand'.

‘You will'.

Sansa blushed again, remembering his wicked smile and the way he had licked his lips before he let her go.

(You’ve guessed correctly. ‘Little Red Riding Hood’.)

CROSSOVER

(LOTR)

Sandor Clegane rode towards his doom, his head held high, his grasp on the bridle steady, ready to face the kind of death that came from the ice, because there was nothing he feared but fire, or returning to a barren land devoid of hope.

Next to him rode ser Dernhelm and that strange little squire called Meriadoc. The warrior came from a foreign land and was lithe and slim but strong and resilient, with eyes full of sorrow that mirrored his own.

He knew Dernhelm’s secret - he was no knight, no more than Sandor was - and when their bodies joined every night, she let him call her Eowyn.

DEATH

He walked to his death with no fear.

Since the night he had deserted King's Landing, he had known that the executioner would have his head, and the day had come. He had no fear, though, only regrets.

When she ran to him, her bright red hair a fiery waterfall all over her shaking shoulders, his heart wanted to bleed.

Nobody dared to stop lady Sansa and, there on the scaffold, in front of everyone, she stood on her tiptoes and joined her lips to his in a searing kiss, the kiss she had imagined so many times.

But she had never guessed that his mouth would be so sweet .... or the heartbreak so cruel.

EPISODE RELATED

S1 GOT

The wind was howling outside his tent, that relentless northern wind that never ceased and could chill a man’s bones, that hateful wind that never let him sleep.

It did not matter now that his skin felt on fire as he buried himself inside the girl, so willing and warm under his powerful body.

He lost himself in the sensation, fearless, careless, happy for once until one of the direwolves howled to the moon and he woke up startled, only to realise that he was as lonely as ever, only to hate himself bitterly, because the girl in his dream could never be his and he should never have dared to even dream about her.

THE FIRST TIME

The Hound dismounted, cursing the bloody North and those cold winds and chilling nights that made his old battle wounds hurt like hell. He looked around as uninterested and bored as he always was when he was not fighting, fucking or drinking.

They looked uncouth those northerners, not even the Starks looked regal enough.

He let his gaze wander over Ned Stark, his wife and children, but then the grey sky seemed to turn lighter and it let a ray of sunshine show.

Sandor Clegane felt his jaw go slack as his hard gaze got snared in the purest blue gaze he had ever seen and he drank the sight of the most beautiful face that surely existed.

The beauty averted her eyes immediately, obviously disgusted by his visage like everyone else , but the damage was done and the invisible arrow struck home piercing his heart, which was not, after all, made of stone.

FLUFF

He went into the godswood where Lady Stark was, wondering why they had allowed him, a southron stranger, to come into the lady’s sanctuary without being escorted or watched over.

He felt nervous and his hands were shaking, because he had not seen her for five long years, the time he had been fighting ice devils in that blood curdling hell that was the wild north beyond the wall.

When he saw her, his heart skipped a beat, because she was smiling at him and looked even more beautiful than her beloved memory in his dreams.

She was surrounded by a handful of people, all of them waiting for him as if they had not moved in five years.

She took his hand and said the words, the words that made them man and wife in front of the Starks’ sacred tree. He repeated the words like a litany and then he kissed her, with all the hunger and the yearning of a lifetime. It felt like coming home.