Game of Thrones Imagines

Old dog, new tricks - Part 1 - Sandor x Reader

Apologies for updating so much, and for giving you so many different imagines. I know I probably upload too often, but once I get something in my head, I just have to give it too you 😁 I haven't done a Sandor imagine for a while, so if you need a Hound fix, here it is. Enjoy

Sandor watched as Ned Starks oldest daughter practiced in the training ring. He had to admit that she was good, though he did think that she dropped her guard a little too often. But other than that, for a lady, she wielded a sword exceptionally well.

Ever since she had arrived in King Landing with her father and sisters, it was obvious that (Y/n) Stark wasn't like the other girls. Although it was also obvious that the youngest daughter, Arya, was most certainly wanting to follow in her older siblings' footsteps.

There was no denying that the young woman before Sandor, was every inch a she wolf. She had proved to be stubborn, strong and intelligent, yet still needed the rest of her pack. And her loyalty to her family, especially her father, was beyond question. And despite her age, she appeared indispensable to her father. For if a Hand ever had a Hand of their own, (Y/n) was most certainly Ned's.

Sandor couldn't help but see the vast difference between the Starks and the Lannisters. The lions had a conceited pride. An air of entitlement, and a desire for the finer things in life. But there was no real love. Tywin was a feared patriarch that demanded respect, yet showed little, or none, to his children, especially Tyrion. And he had used his only daughter to cement his power behind the Iron Throne.

The Starks, in contrast, seemed to care for one another before anything. Ned did not demand respect, yet all his children gave it to him. And not one of the children that had journeyed with Ned to Kings Landing, would hear a word said against their home, their mother, or siblings.

Quietly, Sandor continued to watch as (Y/n) Stark fought her invisible opponent. He could never imagine fearing her if he had to face her in combat, but there was something about her style of fighting that intrigued him. It was a style like nothing he had seen before.

She fought with twin blades that appeared so fine and delicate, that Sandor could swear that if they ever hit anything solid, they would shatter into a million tiny pieces. And if his sword ever came up against the strange looking weapons, it would probably cut through them like a hot knife through butter. That said, the big man had to admit that she wielded the blades as if the shimmering metal was part of her own body.

Her movements were elegant, graceful. Every swing, and step seeming to be of such second nature, that Sandor was sure that she could even fight in her sleep. He had to admit to himself that he liked the younger she wolf. As soon as he had seen her in the throne room with the rest of her family, a disdainful look in her eyes as she glared at Joffrey and his mother, Sandor knew that she wasn't just exquisitely beautiful, but also, she didn't fear the lioness or the petulant heir to the Iron Throne. A fact that had made the usually gruff Hound, smile.

"Are you enjoying the view, Ser Clegane?" (Y/n) unexpectedly called out. Her voice shaking Sandor from his thoughts.

He thought that he had been out of view. This wasn't the first time that the Hound had found his way to the practice ring to watch (Y/n), and he believed that he had secreted himself in the perfect spot to ensure his anonymity. But obviously, somehow, he had moved from his hiding space, and had caught the eye of the observant (Y/n).

"Well, as you have interrupted my training, why don't you come down here and give me a real opponent to fight against?" (Y/n) asked, a subtle smile coming to her lips as she watched Sandor get to his feet and make his way down to where she was waiting.

(Y/n) couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she waited for the big man. She knew that he would come to watch her on nearly a daily basis. And despite the fact that he had always tried to conceal himself, Sandor was not the kind of man that could just meld into the background. She had to admit that she didn't mind him watching. Having the feared Hound around, made her feel strangely safe. And despite his reputation, his gruff nature, and the scare on his face that he so desperately tried to cover with his hair, (Y/n) couldn't help but like him.

"Are ya sure ya want ta do this lass? I don't want to hurt ya." Sandor asked, as he came into the ring. The Hound raising an eyebrow as (Y/n) began to chuckle.

"That's amusing. I was just about to ask you the same thing. I mean, it wouldn't do to have it known that the Hound was beaten by a northern lady. Even if it is only in the practice ring." (Y/n) told him, continuing to chuckle as Sandor crossed his arms over his chest, and stared down at the smaller woman.

"Ya really think that ya can beat me. Those blades a yours look about as dangerous as you do." Sandor huffed, as he looked (Y/n) up and down.

"Is that right, Ser Clegane? The problem with you, is that you have spent too much time around flabby old stags, and toothless, clawless, little lion cubs. I think that you are just scared to face a real opponent. Scared to face a wolf." (Y/n) mocked, as she crossed her arms, and mimicked Sandor's stance.

Part of Sandor wanted to smile. He knew that (Y/n) was teasing him, he could see it in her eyes and the smile that she was desperately trying to hold back. The other part of him wanting to see what she could actually do when she was face with a real opponent. And Sandor was never one to back down from a challenge.

"I ain't scared of no man." Sandor replied, as he and (Y/n) continued to face one another.

"Well, that is nice to know. But if you haven't noticed, I am not a man." (Y/n) responded, as she opened her arms and turned around. Making sure that Sandor did indeed notice that she was every inch a woman.

"Oh, I noticed. Don't ya worry about that lass." Sandor told (Y/n). The big man instantly regretting the unchecked words that had just left his mouth. (Y/n) smiling as the Hound suddenly began to look a little uncomfortable.

She knew she shouldn't push the big man further. But there was just something about his sudden change in demeanour that made her want to know whether he actually liked what he had noticed.

"Is that right, Ser Clegane? Is that why you come to watch me when I practice. Why you try to hide, and hope that I don't notice you? Do you like what you see when you watch me?" (Y/n) enquired, as she moved so that she was stood right in front of the Hound. Sandor dropping his arms to his side so that she could move even closer. (Y/n) suddenly realising that she wanted Sandor to tell her that he did.

"And what would ya say if I told ya I did? What would ya say if I told ya I wanted ta see more?" Sandor asked, as he raised up his large hand and brushed his rough fingers over the soft skin of her face.

He didn't know why he had just confessed what he had. He was sure that at any moment the young she wolf would run off with her tails between her legs. Her previous bravado leaving her as she realised, she had received more information than she had intended. But as (Y/n) raised up her own hand, and placed it on his scared face, Sandor knew that she had no intention of running away.

"I would say that I would like to show you everything, Sandor. Everything." (Y/n) hummed in reply. A soft smile pulling at her lips as Sandor leant down. Their lips moving closer as they looked into one another's eyes.

"(Y/N)!" The familiar voice of her father called out. She and Sandor jumping apart as Ned walked into the practice ring.

"Will you come with me? I need you to keep your eye on Arya for a while. I swear she gets more and more like you every day." Ned explained, nodding respectfully at Sandor, as he walked up to stand by his daughter's side.

"Of course, father." (Y/n) replied, as she took Ned's arm, and turned to leave.

"Oh, Ser Clegane. Don't forget that you owe me a challenge. I am sure that you have as much to show me, as I have you." (Y/n) called out as the two Starks left. Sandor knowing that he wasn't just going to show her how a man handled a sword. He was also going to show her how a man handled a she wolf.