same for Sandor


Pour one out for all the ships that will never sail so that D & D can hastily push the S.S. Jonaerys out to sea…


The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared. That night, the wildfire had set the river itself ablaze, and filled the very air with green flame. Even in the castle, Sansa had been afraid. Outside… she could scarcely imagine it.

— requested by @sanssa

imo people who ship sansa w/ the hound are in the same category as people who ship snape & hermione like y'all need to step back and reevaluate your life choices
do not compare this to beauty & the beast or some shit, you are literally shipping these creepy despicable old men with sweet pretty young girls because “he helped her that one time”
it’s gross and it needs to stop smh

Having fun with the hound


You had heard a lot of stories about the hound, Sandor Clegane. He is the ugliest man in whole Westeros, other people had told you, and of course you know the brutal story of his scars as well: His brother, the mountain, had pushed Sandor into a fireplace. Since then, gross and large scars adorn the right side of his face, no hair or eyebrows left. But the man in front of you had wavy, long hair in a dark-brownish color, and a beard which covered at least the bottom half of his left side. Of course, his scars really weren’t beautiful, but they weren’t gross either. Just scars, nothing more, nothing less.

“Beer?”, you asked him with a smile on your face and he nodded. “Your name is Sandor Clegane, right?”


“I heard a lot of stories about you”, you told him.


“Guests talked about a monster, a large and ugly man with terrible scars”

“Aye, that’s what they always say. It’s true.” Sandor seemed displeased.

“It’s not”, you answered and smiled softly. “I only see a brave, big man.” He laughed.

“You are drunk, aren’t you? You drank too much of your own beer”, he said.

“Drunk people are always saying the truth. At least, that’s what my mother told me.”

“She lied to you, girl.” Then he mumbled something you could not understand. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked at you in surprise.

“What are you doing?”, he wanted to know. His voice was harsh.

“Trying to cheer you up”, you answered grinning. Guests and friends often called you sunshine, because you were always smiling and happy – Of course you were not always happy, but you liked to pretend. You often felt sad and lonely, and sometimes, you just wanted to cry. But being there for other people made you feel better.

“You can’t cheer me up”, Sandor Clegane told you and took your hand away. “Leave me alone”. You nodded and left. But later, in the evening of the same day, you met Sandor again, when he was standing outside of your tavern and petting his horse, a black and giant stallion.

“What a beautiful horse”, you said to him.

“His name is Stranger”, Sandor explained.

“May I pet him?”

“Be careful.”  

The horse was wild and temperamental, but its fur was warm and soft. You glanced at the owner.

“Why are they calling you the hound?”, you wanted to know.

“Why are you so curious? What do you want from me? You are annoying.” The big man pressed his lips together and looked down at you.

“I am sorry. You seemed lonely and hurt… I just wanted to help you.” And you were fascinated by him; by his size, his look, and his words.

“How do you want to help me?”

“You don’t need to be alone tonight. I… I can lie with you.”

“A you a whore?”


“But you want to lie with me? Although you don’t even know me?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“I like you.” You felt stupid, but you still tried to smile.

“Nobody likes me.”

“You don’t give anyone a real chance to like you.”

“And you think it would be a good idea to lie with me? I would rip you. Fuck you bloody. Do you really want that?” You smiled. Thinking about Sandor fucking you aroused you. You tried to imagine him naked. I bet you are really big, you thought. Every inch of your body wanted him. I want you to fuck me hard, Sandor. You didn’t said it out loud.

“Let’s go to my chamber”, were the only thing you said instead and Sandor followed you quietly.


Even with his scars, Sandor was a handsome man. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his neck. You had to stand in your tiptoes to kiss him on the mouth, but he didn’t really seemed to like it – He just seemed a little bit confused and still worried. You decided to undress yourself and threw your dress on the floor. He glanced down at you, scrutinized your body.

“Do you like what you see?”, you asked, but he said nothing. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours and kissed you wild and passionate.

“Sandor”, you moaned and placed your hand on the bulk between his legs. His manhood was large and extremely hard and you stroke and rubbed it through the fabric of his pants. 
“I want to fuck you”, Sandor said. “Lay down.”

While you placed yourself onto the bed, Sandor stripped naked and followed you. His body was stunning, muscular with light skin and more scars. You kissed his chest, wandered down to his belly and started licking his member, which was thick and full of prominent veins.

“Stop teasing me”, Sandor grumbled, grabbed you and pushed you down. He spread your legs with his big hands and shoved a finger inside you, fucking you with it. You panted.  
“Fuck me hard”, you told him, and he did. He entered your wet pussy quickly and pinched your nipples with his rough fingers. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to you to kiss him.

He fucked you, his dick slid in- and out of you, unbelievable fast and hard. Your eyes began to water.

“Sandor”, you cried. “It feels so good.”

The man moaned and grunted and suddenly you felt his cock throbbing. He came inside of you and as he pulled out, his dick was still wet and slobbery and half-hard. You didn’t wanted it to end. The hound looked at you.

“What do you want me to do?”, he asked you.

“Lick me”, you begged. “Please.”

Sandor did you the favor. He kissed your cunt, inserted his tongue into your hole and sucked your clit, until you came with a loud scream. He lied down next to you and you kissed him one last time, before you both fell asleep.  


A dog can smell a lie, you know, the Hound had told her once. She could almost hear the rough rasp of his voice. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here, and every one better than you. She wondered what had become of Sandor Clegane.

anonymous asked:

What are the benefits of having a ward, such as Jon Arryn did with Robert and Ned, or Hoster Tully with Baelish? I suppose it would be different with hostage wards, such as Theon, but Baelish being fostered at Riverrun was an honour for his family, so what does that honour entice? Are wardens ever consulted regarding marriage prospects of their wards? Do they arrange a possible squiring? I just don't see a point of having your children raised away if nothing comes out of it long term...

Thanks for the question, Anon.

Well, fostering can certainly lead to marriage alliances. Samwell Tarly was supposed to become a page to Lord Redwyne of the Arbor; young Sam did not impress the Redwynes enough to stay, but he is told later that if he had, he would have been betrothed to Lord Paxter’s daughter. That’s a pleasant arrangement for Lord Paxter: in taking Sam as his ward, he ensures that the next Lady Tarly will be a Redwyne, and the next Tarly heirs half-Redwyne - offspring who might then favor their cousins of the Arbor in alliances and other matters. Likewise, King Harmund II Hoare was fostered in his youth at Casterly Rock, and eventually wed his foster kin Princess Lelia Lannister; the marriage and fostering were part of King Harmund’s general program of peace and trade between the Iron Islands and the greenlands. Similarly, Myranda Royce presumed that Harry the Heir, fostered at Ironoaks, would eventually wed one of Lady Anya’s granddaughters, and while it’s not stated outright, I can imagine Lord Anders Yronwood took note of his daughter’s fondness for his foster son Quentyn Martell with the possible idea of betrothing them one day.

But beyond direct marriage alliances, there’s also the question of prestige. By taking in a ward - especially a ward from one’s liege family - a lordly House receives an invaluable sign of favor; that House is being singled out, trusted by the liege to raise its scion. In as personal a political system as feudalism is, these individual signs of favor involving the persons of the ruling House are so crucial to raising the status of one family over others. So, for example, the Crakehalls would be able to boast that they had been entrusted with then-heir to Casterly Rock Jaime Lannister, squire to Lord Sumner (even more important a boast in the Westerlands, where anything that gains a House closeness to House Lannister is eagerly seized). It’s the same story for the Dustins of Barrowton (who fostered then-heir Brandon Stark), the Gargalens of Salt Shore (who fostered Prince Doran), and the Qorgyles of Sandstone (who fostered Prince Oberyn); indeed, the Gargalens and Qorgyles are apparently still close to the Martells, as Lord Tremond Gargalen and Ser Arron Qorgyle accompany Prince Oberyn to the capital for Joffrey’s nuptials.

Sometimes, however, a ward is taken as a return of favor - obligation for obligation, so to speak. So, for example, in return for the fealty of House Frey to Robb’s cause, Catelyn agreed not only to betroth Robb and Arya to Freys, but to take in the two Walders Frey as Winterfell’s wards (a boon for House Frey, having two of its grandsons fostered at its new liege’s royal seat). Family ties also occasionally play into fostering choices. Merrett Frey, for one, squired for Lord Sumner Crakehall alongside Jaime, as Merrett’s mother Amerei was born a Crakehall. Cynthea Frey is currently a ward of Lady Anya Waynwood, as Cynthea’s mother, Carolei, was born a Waynwood (the same reason her brother Sandor is a squire to Ser Donnel Waynwood). Harry Hardyng was presumably made Lady Anya’s ward in no small part because his mother had been a Waynwood and Lady Anya’s first cousin (and his father was a Waynwood bannerman).

Ultimately, what any hosting family “gets” out of a fostering relationship is a form of kinship recognized among Westerosi. Even without the legal alliance of a marriage, foster kin are considered part of the family (hence why Theon is so scorned for seemingly killing his “brothers”, Bran and Rickon). A foster father or mother is put in a position of key influence over his or her ward in that ward’s formative years, with the ability to mold the ward’s views to match the fostering House’s. In the future, then, the fostering House can hope, and indeed expect, that its ward will remember his or her foster kin when making political decisions. We see this with Jon Arryn, with both Ned and Robert recognizing their foster father as a shrewd statesman and following his lessons (and Robert trusting him to be his first and nearly only Hand).

You mentioned Petyr Baelish; he is something of a unique case in fostering, as Hoster’s choice to bring him to Riverrun was purely personal. What honor his family would gain … well, House Baelish’s “Drearfort” is poor and politically isolated, with few opportunities for the Baelishes to mingle with their social betters and advance farther. By coming to Riverrun, young Petyr had the opportunity to live side by side with a Lord Paramount family, and to meet the sort of esteemed visitors Lord Hoster would entertain as a matter of course. Being the foster brother of the daughters Tully, Petyr may have expected as well that he would be made an officer of one of their households when they married the high-ranking nobleman Hoster arranged for their betrothals; it might have been natural for a Tully daughter - especially if she recognized Petyr’s early cleverness, as both seem to have done - to recommend to her lord husband that her foster brother serve their household (as indeed, Petyr had little to return home to in the Vale).

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

Calming the Storm Inside

Anonymous asked: Hi Megan! Would you be able to add another part to ‘The Storm Rages Again’ where she is reunited with Sandor when she is traveling to the houses in the north to recruit soldiers & comes across his community of people

Part 4/5 of “The Wolf’s Storm”, “Storm’s End”, “The Storm Rages Again

I do not own Sandor, the septon, or any of the Brotherhood Without Banners. They belong to George R.R. Martin.

Warnings: Mentions of death, SPOILERS!!!!! and it’s pretty long.

Pairings: Sandor “The Hound” Clegane x fem!Stark reader, Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr

Originally posted by iheartgot

You shook your head as you found yourself thinking about Sandor yet again. Try as you might, he just wouldn’t leave your thoughts. The last time you saw him, he was bleeding, broken and on the edge of death. You’d wanted to stay with him, you did but he sent you away. He hadn’t wanted you to see him groveling in pain, but he knew you didn’t have the stomach to kill him and put him out of his misery. Now, it was too late. Sandor was long dead. You cursed yourself for ever falling in love with the man in the first place because, now that he was gone, you felt you had nothing.

              That’s how you found yourself traveling to all the Northern Houses so many months later. You, along with your reunited siblings were going to take back Winterfell. In order to do so, however, you needed an army. That was where you came in. You volunteered to separate from Jon and Sansa to recruit troops from the Northern Houses. Most were less than cooperative, but you had managed to get a couple of houses to pledge their allegiance.

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anonymous asked:

is it safe to assume that Beric Dondarion's role in the north is entirely a show invention, or is there any reason within the text to believe that he's coming back post-stoneheart?

The former. Beric is dead for good in the books, and not coming back. 

Here’s why I think it’s safe to assume this: 

  • in the post-episode bits and interviews about the show, the showrunners have made a big deal about needing the dragon to die then working backwards from there and hitting on the rescue mission. 
  • as we’ve seen with Craster’s Keep and Hardhome (and sort of the Battle of the Bastards, although that’s more a mix of this phenomenon with the Battle of Ice from the books), the showrunners really like doing action scenes with Kit Harrington and will invent stuff out of whole cloth to make that happen.
  • the Wight Hunt had a lot of similarities to some of those invented scenes:
    • they involve a bunch of named characters in a situation that would normally involve a huge body count, but only redshirts die (except for Thoros) so there’s no real impact to the plot, as far as characters not being alive who they need to do stuff later. 
    • they are often circular in terms of motion: Jon goes to Craster’s Keep and then comes back to the Wall, Jon goes to Hardhome and comes and then comes back to the Wall, and now Jon goes to near Eastwatch and then comes back to the Wall. This way, rather than leaving our protagonist in a new location as their status quo (like Dany capturing Meereen), the main characters are back where they need to be to do the rest of the plot. 
    • they often involve some impressive spectacle in terms of CGI: Hardhome gave us lots of wights, this gave us lots of wights plus dragons, so it’s an escalation from Season 5.
  • It also involves a lot of characters who are unlikely to be in the same place at the same time in the books. Sandor is at peace on the Quiet Isle, Beric’s dead for good this time, Thoros and Gendry are with Lady Stoneheart whose plot was given to Arya, Tormund is at the Wall, Jon’s dead, Jorah is still in Essos. It would be very awkward indeed to get them to the Wall together while everything else is going on in time for this mission.
  • Finally, the whole get-a-wight-to-convince-Cersei thing won’t work with how the books handle the wight rules. In the books, wights stop reanimating when they get south of the Wall and rot away into nothingness. While the show dropped this storyline in Season 2, in the books Alliser Thorne is sent on a mission to convince the Iron Throne of the threat to the Wall and fails. 

So I’ve joked in the past about crackshipping Sansa with Garlan Tyrell because of their dance in ASoS, but on a completely serious, not-even-shippy note, him asking her to dance at her wedding is so important to me, because of something Sansa says later in AFFC:

When Joff had her beaten, the Imp defended her, not Littlefinger. When the mob sought to rape her, the Hound carried her to safety, not Littlefinger. When the Lannisters wed her to Tyrion against her will, Ser Garlan the Gallant gave her comfort, not Littlefinger.

Two things stand out to me here in relation to Garlan:

  • Garlan is, to the best of my recollection, the only Tyrell that Sansa even bothers to mention after the events of ASoS. She never again mentions Margaery, her former best friend; or Willas, her former betrothed; or even Loras, her former crush. Only Garlan, who’d never spoken to her before their dance and never spoke to her again afterward, seems to warrant so much as a mention in her mind.
  • Sansa puts Garlan in the same category as Sandor Clegane and Tyrion Lannister, two characters who played a much more significant role in her life than Garlan ever did, with one of them even saving her life. And yet, in her mind, Sansa puts Garlan right up there with them.

I think those two things are so telling about how much that one simple act of kindness meant to Sansa, and it’s why I would be so disappointed to learn later that it was merely a schemey, manipulative move on Garlan’s part. I want to believe it was sincere, because it meant so much to Sansa. 

Clegane, Sandor

“The Hound”

13th Level (Man-at-arms 12 / Brother of the Kingsguard 1)

The right side of his face was gaunt with sharp cheek-bones and a grey eye beneath a heavy brow… his hair thin, dark. He wore it long and brushed it sideways, because no hair grew on the other side of that face. The left side of his face was a ruin. His ear had been burned away; there was nothing left but a hole. His eye was still good, but all around it was a twisted mass of scar… Down by his jaw you could see a hint of bone where the flesh had been seared away.
— A Game of Thrones

There is only one man who wears a helm carved like a snarling hound, and they say his looks improve with the visor down. Sandor Clegane is as vicious as he is ugly, able to kill a knight or a butcher’s boy with equal ease. The Hound has no friends and no love. He does however, have very powerful patrons.

Sandor is an impressive warrior, so much so that Queen Cersei entrusts him to bodyguard her son. Cersei chose well, though his manners could do with a little polish. This grim and terrifyingly efficient guardian would say he works for the heaviest purse and the winning side, but a hound is a strange emblem for a man purely moved by mercenary reasons. Dogs can be strong or weak, fast or slow, but the one characteristic they all share is loyalty.

Sandor has no reason to develop any such quality. At best cold, at worst murderous, the Cleganes are not renowned for their sense of honour. Sandor’s older brother, Gregor Clegane, is the reason for Sandor’s ruined features. When Sandor was seven, he took one of his brother’s toys — a gift Gregor was too old to play with or value. Gregor, a full grown squire at the time, discovered the theft. He found his little brother, picked him up, and twisted his face into a brazier full of hot coals in retaliation, leaving Sandor permanently scarred. The boys’ father hushed the matter up and Gregor was knighted four years later. From that time on, the Cleganes barely acknowledged each other.

At the Hand’s tourney, when Gregor is unhorsed he flies into a murderous frenzy, and it is the Hound who steps forward saving Ser Loras and forcing Gregor to back off. Sandor matches strength with control, and ferocity with restraint. When the king commands them to cease, Sandor instantly goes to one knee, though it gives his brother a potentially fatal advantage. This is not the act of a man looking out for himself, but of a man who knows what loyalty really means. Sandor is ready to lay down his life for the king he respects, yet sneers at the concept of chivalry. No one knows better than Sandor Clegane how false the vows of knighthood can be.

Brave, strong, and loyal, Sandor consistently demonstrates the qualities of a good man behind the attitudes of a bad one. By the double standards of Westeros, it’s a winning combination. Beat a hound badly enough and it will learn to bite first in self-defence, but somewhere under all that anger is a worthy beast despite its uncertain temper. Desperate to protect himself, the Hound covers his decent nature by snarling at the world, as though he sees is better qualities as a weakness others will exploit. His underlying need for some kindness or recognition is revealed when he confides the secret of his disfigurement to Sansa Stark. Sansa is a child, innocent and reckless, with no great amount of common sense. No one knows why Sandor tells her his secret, possibly not even himself. Perhaps some part of him is desperate to make her understand the world behind the banners and trumpets of court and kings, to see the killer beneath the bright armour of a knight before she suffers a similar fate.

Sandor makes Sansa look at his destroyed face and admit that a terrible wrong was done to him. Once, long ago, the brutal Hound was an innocent child, just like everyone else. This is important, because no one else has admitted it in all Sandor’s life. He needs to hear it from someone with no connection to his situation, and yet, even this is a greater vulnerability than Sandor can admit. Having revealed so much of himself to another person, he threatens to kill her if she tells anyone.

Still, even after so threatening a bark, the Hound does not bite. After the death of her father, when Sansa is abused and tormented by Joffrey, Sandor shows her occasional deep kindness. Beaten by Joffrey’s knights, she is forced to recognise that vows do not a true knight make, the very same conclusion Sandor reached when he was seven. He never beats her at the prince’s bidding. He is no storybook hero to risk all for her, but neither is he a brute to punch her with mailed fists. Sandor Clegane is a killer, not a torturer; he kills because he is ordered to, not because he needs to inflict pain. It is this that marks the difference between Sandor and his brother.

Sandor is a complex man, hardened by a world more ugly than he could ever be. He laughs at foolish ideals all the time, particularly those of Sansa, at least until they are torn to shreds in front of her. Once she has lost everything, he tries to show her the lessons he had to learn alone: how to survive, how to keep going when dreams are dead. He tries to protect her and help her to protect herself. In that way, he is almost like a true knight — or a loyal hound.

– A Game of Thrones, Deluxe Edition Role-Playing Game and Resource Book

The Hound’s Good Luck Charm

Anonymous asked: Hey! Your writing is awesome! Might I request a Sandor x reader one where she comes across him and Arya and they help her after she’s been hassled by some of the mountains men. They both don’t say anything at first but they both begin to like each other (maybe arya can play matchmaker haha) and reader chooses to stay with him after he’s injured they get married whilst he’s living with the septon and his community? Thank you and keep writing. You’re really great :)

Here you are, lovely! I do not own Sandor, Arya or Brother Ray. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury, fluff and sneaky Arya

Pairings: Sandor Clegane x fem!reader, mentions of Arya and Brother Ray.

Originally posted by snowbyrdn7

You would never have considered yourself lucky, really. At least, not until you met them. Arya Stark and the Hound, Sandor Clegane. You had been running away from some of men loyal to Gregor Clegane, the Mountain when you first met Arya and Sandor. You ran to them and pleaded for help as soon as you saw them. The Mountain’s men were not far behind you. They caught up quickly, but thankfully Sandor took pity on you and dispatched your tormentors. Soon, you found yourself traveling with the two odd companions.

              As time went on, you began to realize you growing attraction to Sandor. While it was said he was a brutal killer, there was also something else there and you could see it. He cared about Arya and, to some degree, he cared about you. Why else would he have saved you? However, your feelings had no place during your travels, so you kept them to yourself. What you didn’t know was that Sandor felt the same way.

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