Hello! First time writing on Got inspired by Sansa Stark and Sandor Clegane.
I'm deeply in love with the SanSan theory, they clearly have a platonic connection.
In an interview Martin himself said that "I've played with it in the books […] there is something there" that's enough for a girl to fantasize on them, isn't it? :-) The parallelism with the Beauty and Beast it's so obvious! Moreover a girl has to dream while watching GoT, you don't get many reasons to be happy. Back to the fanfic, no smut I'm barely able to write in english so I won't push my luck in that sense. Rating T is for language, some swearing words. It is set after the episode of the suicide squad's trip over the Wall. I'll follow the tv series events. Unfortunately I've not read the books yet. Shame on me.
Disclaimer: All characters and stuff are owned by GRRM. I only own the plot and the grammar mistakes. Bear with me readers, I am not english unfortunately.
Enjoy, review (please) and dream with me readers, I need some love
(not from you Jon and Daenerys)
SansaSandor - A dog's duty
The North was ready.
Lady Sansa looked down the balcony of Winterfell soldiers and lords going feverishly in and out the gates. The war was getting nearer, the sky greyer, the air thicker. Winter, eventually, had come but she was not completely ready, not yet.
Day after day the asphyxiating shadow of Littlefinger was stretching over her. It had became almost physical his oppressive influence ever since Jon had left to meet the Targaryen queen. She could feel his slim fingers tightening around her neck, his chapped lips next to her ear scheming and confusing her, his ever vigilant dark eyes fixed on her every move. The schemer was waiting for his time to come, she knew he was not indulging himself in Winterfell in vain. As a matter of fact Lord Baelish had already confessed her his deepest secret, showing his cards with that kiss.
Sitting on the Iron Throne that's all he wants, with me by his side.
But Sansa knew better than trusting Peter Baelish, she couldn't allow herself that weakness again, though his words were tempting.
I could be the Queen. I could crush Cercei and whoever betrayed my family. Have my revenge, my own justice.
A fire was burning in her heart, a life for a life that she had learned from Lannisters's. Discretion and suspect from Peter Baelish. Bend into submission your enemies with an iron fist by the Bolton's. For sure many clans would follow her now. Soldiers respected Sansa Stark, almost feared her piercing cold blue eyes, they knew how Ramsey Bolton had died. Lords knew too, she was their northern merciless Lady. Long forgotten was the life Ned and Catelyn Stark had prepared her for. No pretty knights, no expensive silk dresses, no nice dances and feasts, no loving moments shared in the matrimonial chambers.
But, even if Littlefinger loves me, he could sacrifice me to get to the Throne.
Because of him father went South. He killed John Arryn, he killed aunt Lysa, he sold me like an animal to the Bolton's bastard.
Shivers shook Sansa as the memory of Ramsey crawled under her skin, tracing painfully vivid scars on her body. There in the cold air of home she still felt his body against hers, violating her, humiliating her, menacing her. She gripped the balustrade fighting her inner demons, fists were white for the violent grip on the cold metal.
Jon is the king. Bran is here. Arya is here. I have survived, he died eaten alive and his body is rotting. I survived he died. I survived he died. I survived he died.
She repeated that mantra over and over until it sank in and made her feel better.
The icy Lady of Winterfell reopened her clear blue eyes regaining her composure, the wave of fear and terror passed over her, a quiet vindictive determination was again burning in her.
I hope Brienne will understand my reasons. There was no other way to convince him of my weakness, to lure him in my trap.
Depriving herself from her sworn shield was necessary, she needed to look vulnerable to Littlefinger but now she started also to feel like that. She was still that weak.
Will I manage to complete my plan? Will Arya be a problem? Her last conversation with the sister had deeply shaken her. What had become Arya? Did she really meant to kill her?
I need to speak with Bran, he will know.
-.-
A flight on the dragon's back had been enough for the Hound. He believed in the Night King, in dragons, in the white walkers, in seeing things in the damn fire but with feet planted on the shitty iced earth.
"The ship to King's landing is on the other way"
"Not going South. Run and tell your King in the North"
Beric and Tormund looked at him puzzled,
"Staying here, guarding the Wall with us poor souls?"
Sandor ignored them marching toward stables,
"Running away big man?"
suggested Tormund, hoping to provoke a reaction in the burnt man, but he kept saddling a black horse,
"Nay, you cunt"
"Then why fleeing so fast?"
Sandor stopped a second – I ain't fleeing brute. I got an offer that needs to be renew.
"I have a Little Bird to defend"
the redhead was lost,
"A little bird? Are we talking about cocks?" asked Tormund puzzled to Beric,
the undying man patiently sighed,
"I think that Little Bird is a person"
"Aye for fuck sake, shut up "
Not just a person. My little bird is Innocence made person.
"Is this friend ginger?"
"She ain't ginger...She is a Tully, partially"
even more confused the brute turned around,
"And now what is a Tully?"
Beric smirked amused by that information and by Sandor's decision,
"A Tully, my friend, is something definitely interesting."
the Hound grunted, trying to leave the Wall and those two as soon as possible, not before wishing them well,
"If the world ends we'll see you on the other side. Kill the dead assholes"
he gave them a nod and trotted away directing himself to Winterfell.
The two observed his figure getting smaller and then Beric talked again,
"You see Brute, Little Bird is in fact Jon Snow' sister. You said you met her here."
Tormund eyes widened remembering well Sansa, kissed by the fire like him. And her guard, that lovely giant strong warrior unknowingly mother of his offspring.
"So he likes gingers in the end"
grinned the brute.
-.-
Sandor Clegane was no sentimental, but he had indeed a connection with the Stark girls.
The pretty sister. And the bratty sister.
Bits and pieces of recounts from Jon and other members of the Brotherhood without Banners on Sansa Stark's fate had him gut-wrenching. Being held captive in her own house and married to the Bolton's bastard was even worse than being sold off to the Lannister's Imp. A family whose house seal was a flayed man wasn't reassuring nor very promising. The rumours of the unimaginable things that Ramsey Bolton had done to the Stark's heir were frightening. The Hound was no stranger to torture, he had seen wars and was ruthless enough to not being bothered in front of tortured corpses yet sadism wasn't his way, not on a Lady.
Passed down froma monster to another one. Has survived the Little Bird? Has she broken down in pieces or hardened herself eventually?
Years ago he had left the Stark girl in the golden cage, singing whatever others wanted to hear. Polite. Afraid. Pitiful. Alone. While riding his memories brought him back to the King's Landing.
Aye, she was so pitiful with her beliefs in"knights and fair maidens"*.The little bird had her head so full of shit that not even scaring her in a dark alley made her come back to her senses*. I pitied her. Fuck Ned Stark's honour, he raised his child so naive about the world. About men, sex and trust. She had to learn in the hard way, on her skin.
Truth be told Sansa Stark irritated him at first. She was a beauty but hopelessly naive, a child trapped in a play bigger than her. A toy in the wicked hands of Cercei Lannister and her beloved son. He sneered and taunted her, calling the girl little bird was no compliment. In his mind Sansa Stark was bound to die, just like her father and any other Stark.
Honour, moral codes, gullibility. Stark are not made to survive in this filthy word. Not without dirtying their hands, lowering their fucking sense of morality.
Yet her innocence touched the inner part of the Hound, his long forgotten childhood before Gregor put an end at it by burning his face. He still pitied her but the anguish at seeing her father's head impaled moved him. Sansa started to grow on him and he on her. The gazes she gave him ever since saving her from being rape... that was something worth fighting for, those kind of looks undermined his loyalty to the king. He could have killed for those trusting eyes, so deep and hopeful while saying again and again: "You won't hurt me".
She was fucking right. When Blackwater's Bay was on fire I might have fucked her in her room, like the beast in me desired. I could have, I was drunk and scared enough to do it. She was so weak against my body, a fragile doll.
Yet Sendor Clegane did nothing, he only offered her a guard and she turned him down.
Aye, this dog not even kissed her goodbye.
-.-
"Trust her"
That was all Bran said on Arya, it was enough for her.
They were in his room, night had fallen on Winterfell and the intimacy of those walls made Sansa nostalgic. She knelt at his feet and rested the head over his legs without caring of the cold floor or the dirt, Ramsey had made sleep in more disgusting places.
"It's so tiring, all the suspects, the schemes, the secrets..."
confessed her and Bran said nothing,
"I'm so confused and mad at Jon. I miss him greatly"
and smiled lightly,
I would have never imagined how much Jon could became important to me. So many years spent hating him, just because mother hated him. After all those years apart his embrace felt like home for the first time, it felt like father was hugging me.
then she sighed,
"Yet he owes our Lords his position, he should not have left us."
Bran listened to her, though his past life and its loved ones were gone. He was the Three-eyed Raven now, untouched by trivial questions. But Sansa didn't care if he was emotionless. She kept on speaking in need of a glimpse of normality, recalling their childhood. She spoke of Robb and Rickon, of the Vale and how much he would have loved it. She talked about Ned and Catelyn, how deeply she had desired a love like theirs. Sansa allowed herself that weakness, the sweet memories of a perfect life, caressing Bran with sisterly care.
Eventually her most terrifying ghost emerged once again from the dark,
"It's so scary going to sleep…"
she shuddered,
"Whenever I dream he is there. I see him haunting me in every corner"
the more she spoke of Ramsey the more her voice was feeble, until it completely broke. Words were trapped in her dry throat as tears streamed down her pale face,
"It never stopped... whatever I did or say was an excuse to hit me, cut me, bite me..."
she had to stop speaking completely as the weeping became hysterical and desperate, until Bran started caressing her head,
"I'm sorry Sansa"
and the Lady of Winterfell felt for a moment the comforting touch of her baby brother.
.End of chapter one.
** This is a quote and a reference to an unaired/cut scene from the tv series I found on youtube. Scrolling down the comments someone said that the dialogue was taken word by word from the book! Basically Sandor stops Sansa in an alley all alone and taunts her about almost be a woman and be ready to have sex with Joffrey. He demands forcefully a song/poem from her but she can't sing, she is broken and says that she does not now those songs anymore. Suddenly appears Tyrone interrupting them.
Short and simple, I know the plot isn't the most original, I've read quite a lot Sansan fanfiction, yet I hope that when Sansa and Sandor will meet things will take another turn. As I said I am not a skilled writer so I'll finish this story in two or three chapters. I checked and tried to fix any grammar mistake, english is not my first language so I try my best! We'll see on the next chapter: Sandor and Sansa will meet.
I hope you got interested and will support, love,critics if you have to and comment!
Amazing SanSan fanfiction that deserved to be read:
* His little song Bird by Geobell98 – An outstandingly well written SanSan AU, set in the modern world. LOVE it.
* Wolves and Hounds Work Together by elsa0509 – This author here has imagination for a nation! Her SanSan starts when Ned Stark is about to be executed and the Hound save his ass for Sansa's sake and swears loyalty to the Starks. This is long but worthy!