The point of this challenge is to write out a genre (angst, fluff etc.) in one sentence exactly. A leeway is made for up to three sentences usually. Enjoy.

Sandor/Sansa

Content Notices: implied physical abuse, character death, language

Angst

Sansa sometimes wishes she wasn't a pretty little talking bird, fluttering her wings and chirping her learned courtesies on command. But the one time she tries to resist and to peck back at her tormentors, it earns her only a bloody lip, bruises on her wings and a dog's escort back to her cage. She stops wishing afterwards.

AU

Maester Luwin's death came suddenly and unexpectedly and Sansa grieved for him like only a gentle-hearted ten-year old first confronted with a reality of life was capable of doing. It didn't stop her from being curious about his replacement and months later, when Maester Sandor first arrived at Winterfell, tall and strong and completely different from the old maester, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his scarred face, overcome with a desire to know how this warrior-like man ended up a man of knowledge.

Crossover

Cirilla of Cintra had made sure to stay out of any internal conflicts of the Seven Kingdoms for close to two hundred years but if her dreams proved true - as they inevitably did - she was going to have to get involved in this one, starting by gaining control of the key players - persuading Ned to let her foster his daughters was a good start - and gathering her own and loyal fighting force.

"Do we have an agreement, then?" she asked the horribly scarred Sandor Clegane, a warrior famous for his skill and ruthlessness, feeling her own scarred cheek pulling tight as she smiled. "You enter my service and I will heal your face."

(Crossover with The Witcher Saga by A. Sapkowski)

Death

His horse is no less deadly than Sandor himself and he doesn't think for a moment before naming him Stranger, insulting both the men and the gods with his choice. Years later, as he's leaving the inferno that the King's Landing has become, he wonders what the little bird would think of his horse's name has she decided to come with him.

Episode-related

(S2 Ep 09 Blackwater)

She wants to trust him so much, to go with him so much, but she can't bring herself to leave the relative safety of the Keep and so she can only stand idly by and watch him leave her.

First-time

Her first time making love was supposed to be pretty and magical, with her lord husband tenderly kissing her all the time. The reality is that she barely remembers anything, having drunk too much for dinner and if not for the pain in between her legs, she wouldn't even believe it had happened.

Fluff

She is enjoying this situation far too much, Sandor thinks as he has to helplessly watch his wife flutter around him, fluffing up his pillow, handing him water to soothe his irritated throat and all in all make too much out of his falling sick.
"Say aaaah!" she tells him as she attempts to spoon the broth into his mouth like he is some helpless child, fucking seven hells, he's a man grown, she should just leave him alone to wallow in his misery until he gets better - she smiles at him brightly and maybe it's the fever talking, but fuck, she is the most radiant thing he has ever seen as she tells him: "I'm so happy you let me fuss over you," seven hells, take this like a man, Clegane - and he opens his mouth obediently.

Humour

"When I decided to marry Brienne, a lot of my men kept telling me I was going to have the ugliest spouse in all of Westeros, until you two arrived and they saw Clegane's face," Jaime Lannister proclaims unrepentantly, not even drunk which might have been an excuse for his rudeness, Sandor thinks. He, on the other hand, is drunk - it is a Lannister wedding, after all and those sons of bitches always knew how to get good wine - and so he punches the Kingslayer before he can think about it, turning to Sansa afterwards, expecting a scolding for losing his temper but his pretty wife merely sips delicately at her own wine and says in a bland voice: "I heard that it is a good luck to punch an impertinent groom at his own wedding."

H/C

His leg always bothers him when the weather changes as suddenly as it has recently and Sansa doesn't understand why he insists on going about his day as usual. She chalks it up to his male pride but makes sure to wait for him in the evening with a salve for the pain, to help him in her own small way.

Smut

"Lady Nym gave me this," she tells him after the Dornish contingent finally leaves and shows him an illustrated manuscript, blushing furiously all the while and it's not until he unravels the parchment that he understands. The picture is indecent at best and downright explicit at worst and he looks up to see Sansa shimmying out of her dress and reaching a hand for him. "Could we do it like that tonight?"

UST

He promised himself he wouldn't touch her until she was his in the sight of the gods and men but his little bird makes it very difficult for him to hold on to one of his rare promises, smiling at him, touching his arm, making innocently sounding comments about their future lives together. When he finally loses it and pins her against the wall, it is her dilated eyes and rapid breathing that makes it clear to him she might have tempted him on purpose.

Next chapter is Jon/Arya.