Sandor Clegane x Reader

The Blackwater?

"Sandor." I nag. 

"I apologize for his rudeness," I whisper to Arya. 

"Burn in hell!" Arya cries. 

"He will," Beric speaks. 

We turn to see Beric alive. 

"But not today." 

He says. I release Arya. Her friends take her. After we leave we stay in the surrounding woods. 

"Sandor," I whisper. 

"What?" 

"It's Arya." I point her out making her escape through the trees. 

Sandor grabs her from behind. He places his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. 

"Kick all you like wolf girl, won't do you no good." 

We start heading out. After the girls passed out we set her down and make camp for the night. Sandor lays down. I am quick to straddle him. 

"Fuck me already, Clegane." I plead. 

"Not here, little dove." He rubs my thighs. "She'd hear." 

"I can be quiet." I pout. 

"No you can't, you were practically screaming with my fingers in you. You'd reach the ears of everyone in the seven fucking kingdoms if I fucked you here." 

"You're right." I am defeated. 

I rest with my leg over his waist. His hand rests against my back and one against my thigh. He sleeps silently and soon I do too. That morning I wake to Sandor moving from under me. I rub my eyes looking up at him. I stand. We both armor back up. Sandor rides on Stranger and I ride on my horse with Arya in front of me. Sandor eats and offers some to Arya. 

"Sulk all you want. The truth is, you're lucky." He states. "You don't want to be alone out here, girl. Someone worse than me will find you." 

"There's no one worse than you." She responds. 

"King Joffrey," I mumble. 

Sandor scoffs. 

"You never knew my brother. He once killed a man for snoring. There's plenty worse than me." He explains. 

"There's men who like to beat little girls, men who like to rape them." He continues. "I saved your sister from some of them." He recalls. 

"You're lying." She says. 

"He's not," I speak up. "Saved me too. Men like them, they would have taken us every which way and left us with our throats cut open." I explain. 

We turn to the water. 

"Is that the Blackwater?" Arya asks. 

"The Blackwater? Where do you think I'm taking you?" He asks. 

"Back to Kings Landing, to Joffrey and the Queen." She explains. 

"Fuck Joffrey. Fuck the Queen." He says. 

"Fuck me," I mumble. 

"Quit it you." He reaches over to pat my leg. "That's Red Fork. I'm taking you to The Twins." He tells her. 

"But why?" She asks. 

"Because your mother and brother will be there, and they'll pay me for you." He elaborates. 

"Why would they be at The Twins?" She questions. 

Sandor laughs. 

"Those outlaws you love so much never told you? The whole countryside is yapping about it. Your uncle is marrying one of the Frey girls." He explains. "So quit trying to bash my skull in, and we might just make it in time for the wedding." 

She says nothing and we continue. We come across a man fixing his cart. 

"I'm your mother," I whisper. "Sandor is my husband and also your father." She nods. 

Sandor gets off his horse. He comes over to help me and Arya off.

"Hello." I greet. 

A welcoming smile on my face. Arya stays back holding the horses as we approach. 

"The roads have gone right to hell haven't they?" The man says. "Cracked three spikes this morning." 

"Need a hand?" I ask. 

"Need about eight hands." He jokes 

"My husband can handle it." 

Sandor lifts the cart. 

"Got to get this salt pork to The Twins in time for the wedding." He says. 

Sandor sets the cart down. 

"Many thanks." 

Sandor punches him dead in the face, knocking the poor bastard out. 

"Sandor." I nag again. 

"Shut it, bitch." He grumbles. 

I cross my arms glaring at him. He slaps my ass. I roll my eyes but I'll take it as an apology. He pulls his knife out to kill the man. 

"Don't!" Arya stops him. 

"Don't kill him." 

"Dead rats don't squeak." 

"You're so dangerous, aren't you?" She mocks. 

"Saying scary things to little girls. Killing little boys and old people. A real hard man you are." She continues. 

"More than anyone you know." He grumbles. 

"You're wrong." She says. "I know a killer. A real killer." 

"Is that so?" He mocks. 

"You'd be like a kitten to him. He'd kill you with his little finger." She argues. 

"That him?" He nods to the man. 

"No." She responds. 

"Good." He says. 

"Don't kill him!" She stops him again. "Please. Please don't." She pleads. 

"You're very kind. Someday it'll get you killed." He says. 

The poor bastard starts to wake. I wack him over the head with a hammer. He falls back down. We take the cart and ride out once more.