They don't like each other, or at least they'd never say so. But each would kill for the other, that much is an unspoken mutual understanding between them. An oath of their very own. (Arya is older in this story)

Even the wildest child warriors have to grow up. (This story follows Over The River. Warning: this one WILL involve a sexual relationship.)

The Hound makes a really difficult partner sometimes. (Meant to follow some of my other Sandor & Arya fics, but can also be read alone).

His good strong wife, who had survived all the hells of this world, was dying. She was bleeding out in their bed. And where was he? Holed up in the stables like a craven dog with a fuzzy head and a belly full of sour red. One-shot. (Rating for language)

The revenge-and-murder roadtrip of Arya and the Hound. They are killing basically every f***ing person in Westeros. Warnings inside.