10 Works by Aliens_n_Elders (K_Bail_Thnx)

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    Geralt of Rivia. The Butcher of Blaviken. The White Wolf. And probably half a dozen other names that he doesn't even know about. Plus, one more. Saver of wayward women and giver of wild-dog pups. Where the River Reese cuts through White Orchard there lies a small unassuming hut. Where a small unassuming woman lies her head. It starts as a good deed and nothing more. It grows into something that could change the world. (Or at the very least, his world).

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    Geralt tries to do something nice for someone and finds himself craving a slice of the simple life. Perhaps a slice of a simple woman with no motives other than to see him well fed, warm, and content.

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    Chapters:
    5/5
    Comments:
    6
    Kudos:
    21
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    5
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    She looked confused. “I don’t understand?”
    "Nae, you don’t. We won’t be doing that tonight or any night."
    She blinked at him. “But… what… what about what Joffrey said? He… he said—”
    "Aye, I heard what that cunt said and it don’t make a shit difference."
    She wrung her hands and felt her stomach twist itself into worrisome knots. “But…” She took another few steps towards him. “The marriage won’t be legal unless—”
    "Then it’ll never bloody be legal!" He near roared at her.

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    Sandor and the eldest Stark daughter are forced to wed. An interesting wedding night ensues. It's a trope, yes but I'm a sucker for tropes!

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    Chapters:
    2/2
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    103
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    15
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    1,835
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    His eyes locked with this girl’s… no, not girl. She wasn’t a girl but to him, she was at least ten years his junior. He heard the droning of the King and Eddard but he was too… distracted. In every single since of the word. Her eyes were so blue… so incredibly blue. And her hair was so blonde that it was almost silver. Never mind the golden crap that these shits sported. No… hers looked like it was made of starlight. Like she wasn’t even real. She looked away first, having to for the King was demanding her undivided attention.

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    Sandor meets Catelyn Stark's niece and falls hopelessly head over for her. The only problem? His brother seems to be of a like mind when it comes to Aislinn Tully. What transpires is a relationship that stretches years and dynasties both between a woman trapped in a world where she has no choice. The men in her life must earn every inch they gain and Sandor is left feeling as if he is reaching for the stars.

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    Chapters:
    23/23
    Comments:
    51
    Kudos:
    122
    Bookmarks:
    21
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    4,362
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    Sandor could have run that shit through when he heard him say that his little bird had been married off to the imp of all people. Granted… he had never particularly disliked Tyrion… but… this was his little bird he was talking about. As it stood, he was just trying to make his way back from the Quiet Isle. He knew he’d be more than likely killed if he were caught – for deserting though he’d never actually sworn an oath to that cunt nor his shit family. Well… he’d sworn his service to Tywin but that asshole had long since stopped holding his leash. Now… he swore himself to one and only one. His little bird.

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    Sandor learns of Sansa's marriage to Tyrion and then Littlefinger's procurement of her and decides to rescue her. But of course, she ends up "rescuing" him instead.

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    11,567
    Chapters:
    5/5
    Comments:
    11
    Kudos:
    116
    Bookmarks:
    20
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    3,352
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    Sandor was screwing the plastic mug back onto his thermos when he paused and flicked his eyes over to the group, his brow lowered in ‘wtf’ confusion. The new guy… a big ass ginger named Tormund, who’d been with their logging team for about three months had just tossed him a question that had Bronn, an old pro like himself, making a cutting motion across his neck at him over. But his eyes fluttered slightly as he shifted his bulk to face him a little more. 'What about you, Hound? You got a little lady at home… or a big lady?' Followed by a bouncing of the man’s eyebrows.

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    A modern AU where Sandor's a logger and works hours from home. Sansa surprises him with an unexpected visit and Tormund learns that there's far more to this large, scarred logger than meets the eye. It's just a very short, random one-shot idea that popped in my head one day. -shrug-

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    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    8
    Kudos:
    256
    Bookmarks:
    25
    Hits:
    2,832
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    Quitting had always felt like running to him but Sandor had to get outta there or he would have killed that little blonde shit. Leaving her had been the hardest thing he'd ever done and it had left him a hollow shell of a man who drowned himself nightly for his cowardice. That he'd be in that bar was nothing special, it was basically his home away from home. That a woman would walk in? Also nothing special. That it would be her? A bloody Christmas miracle. Or a curse, depending on how one looked at it. Seeing her again was like a lightning strike. Seeing her face? A volcanic eruption. He didn't plan on taking her home. But like a hurricane, it just happened - nothing he could do to stop it.

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    Sandor's getting himself good and drunk at his preferred bar when a disheveled Sansa stumbles in on Christmas Eve. He takes her home like his very own Christmas present. (3 chapter short story/three shot?)

    Series
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    6,168
    Chapters:
    3/3
    Comments:
    9
    Kudos:
    125
    Bookmarks:
    8
    Hits:
    1,992
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    What is that saying? How does one pick up the pieces of an old life? She supposed that was true. Sansa'd had plans. Plans that she thought were shared by another but it appeared that she had, yet again, trusted in the wrong man. Circumstance was the blade that cut her life to pieces this time but she was not the small, scared little girl she had once been. She was the Lady of her house and she would persevere and thrive. And though she'd always secretly thought of him as always being there... she had never thought he'd really be there, let alone be there for her. Two hearts carved by their pasts converging in Winterfell will shape the once crumbling ruin into their home. The halls will hear the laughter of a family again and both will finally find their peace.

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    Sandor returns to Sansa instead of dying in King's Landing, just when she needs him the most. He becomes more than just her shield.

    Language:
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    38,975
    Chapters:
    25/25
    Comments:
    113
    Kudos:
    185
    Bookmarks:
    50
    Hits:
    7,657
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    Sansa's leery of a world after Joffrey. A world that looks at her differently now that she can't speak. A world that watched as her abuse was paraded around a court. But that was months ago. The act itself was years ago. Now, Arya wants her to start living her life again. But, what kind of life is that? A life where people look at her but immediately try to see the scar that she covers on her neck from the blade that Joffrey drug across there? No thanks. Still... maybe one night out won't be so bad.
    Sandor worked hard for everything he had, had to. He had nothing handed to him and with a face like his? Well, perks were few and far between. Playing guitar was about the only thing he took real joy in and the free drinks at the bar after were a huge bonus. It was a night like any other weekend. He'd play, he'd drink, and he'd go home. End of List. Except, it wasn't. Not that night.

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    Arya drags Sansa to a bar so she can get out of the house and hear some of her (Sansa's) favorite kind of music. A run in with the Hound and one misunderstanding later and well, one thing leads to another and Arya finds the Hound and Sansa in bed together the next morning! "What the actual fuck"-Arya Stark (Probably)

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    Chapters:
    2/2
    Comments:
    16
    Kudos:
    278
    Bookmarks:
    30
    Hits:
    2,938
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    Okay, house rules. Now, he held his hands in front of him and nodded. Rules he knew, he was used to those. First six months, you’ve got a ten o’clock curfew. Do well enough, you’ll get every other weekend off to go… wherever. No drinking, no women, no men. You do good, keep your nose clean, work hard and you’ll earn that freedom sooner rather than later. Eddard was fair and level headed. Sandor was fresh out of prison for killing his brother but the man still let him on the property. Still shook his hand. Still looked him in the eye. Still let him around his family. Daft, is what it was!

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    Modern AU where Sandor is a parolee working and living at Stark Wolf (Direwolf) Sanctuary where he falls head over for the boss's daughter and finds himself falling into the roll of father to her little boy at the same time.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    19,382
    Chapters:
    12/12
    Comments:
    105
    Kudos:
    295
    Bookmarks:
    47
    Hits:
    5,743
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    And when she came to his table, she set the mug down in front of him- the thick Dornish sour swirling around in it. He didn’t smirk or smile, he just flicked his gaze up to her… and held her soulful brown eyes for longer than a heartbeat before someone else called out for more ale. And she was gone again. And that’s why he drank here. Rosie. He was a fool for her but he'd never say so. Still... a kind smile and a drink waiting for him was more than he dared hope for in a woman as fine as her. Tonight was different though. He drank heavier. More… and he felt more tense, easier to anger. And when closing time came… he found that… he didn’t want to get up from his table.

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    Sandor drinks more than he usually does at the tavern he frequents and ends up spending the night.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    3,299
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    3
    Kudos:
    72
    Bookmarks:
    11
    Hits:
    1,316

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