I run an imagine blog under the same username 'imagininggameofthrones' and I figured I'd go ahead and share my work on as well. I hope you all enjoy what I've written. If you prefer I can change the "Y/N" to an actual character name. I may also end up making separate stories based on the imagines I receive.
Reviews are very welcome!
"Sandor," you smiled, sitting next to him by the campfire one night. You were surprised to see his hulking figure sitting so close to the one thing he feared most, but you said nothing of it to him, deciding to sit quietly by his side instead.
The man grunted, one of his usual ways of letting you know he heard you, and tilted his head back to give you a quick look over, a trait he hadn't buried with his Hound persona.
"What're you still doing up, girl?" His gruff voice came as a shock each time he spoke. "Don't ya know what's waitin' in the dark for pretty girls like you?"
You knew he was trying to frighten you with tales of monsters among men so you shrugged your shoulders and chuckled. "You'll keep me safe, though, Sandor, of that I have no doubt."
"Aye, I'd not let any harm come to ya," Sandor admitted with a heavy sigh, "but it'd be much easier with some fucking steel in my hand."
You laughed at his colorful language, but agreed nonetheless. Your eyes searched him over, he'd healed very well considering the state you and Ray had found him in.
He still walked with a slight limp from his broken leg, but everything else seemed to heal perfectly.
"Are you needing help moving some firewood to your camp, then? "He asked quietly, gulping a drink from his wineskin heavily. "Or need help scaring one of the lads into leaving you be?"
You arched a brow at him, but smiled all the same. "Excuse me?"
Sandor gave you what you could only describe as a look of sass, his lip tugged down into a frown. "C'mon, girl, no need to be fishin' for compliments from an old dog like me. Everyone with eyes knows yer a looker. I've seen the lads starin' at you longer than what most would see acceptable."
Your cheeks flushed, and as you looked into the fire you wondered if the flames burned as hot as your face was in that moment. A chuckle was stuck in your throat and your breath left you in short puffs.
With a glance in his direction you saw him looking pitifully at the fire, and something in you stirred. You raised from your position on the log beside him and walked behind him. You had never been very courageous in your life, but in that moment you felt the need to let your feelings be known.
You placed your hands softly on the man's broad shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze when he froze. He didn't like to be touched, even by a tiny little woman, but you carried on anyway.
"Between yourself and I," you began, your mouth close to the ear that had been savaged by his brother, "you're the only person I wish to hear compliments from."
You gave his shoulder a final squeeze and made your way back to your tent for the night. You turned to Sandor one final time that night and gave him a heartfelt smile.
You hadn't seen him smile since he came into your company, but that night by the light of the fire you swore you saw him grin.
