#modern ramsay bolton

[jeyneofpoole]

modern theon gets electrocuted by his strawberry mango lollipop sizzle flavored vape on the clock at his minimum-wage fast food job and passes out and hits his head on a shelf of molding bread and barbrey (shift manager) wakes him up by burning him with the end of the cigarette she always has in the corner of her mouth and forces him to take orders even though he’s actively concussed and seizing and when it’s time for him to go home he wraps balon’s 30 year old truck around a tree because he’s seeing double and he calls asha for help she picks him up and drives him to the er and steals the bars of hospital soap while her brother’s brain is leaking out of his ears and balon writes him out of the will for the whole truck thing but by god does theon clock in for his shift the next day. roose (store manager) lets him sleep on the floor if he promises to not tell the police about the time ramsay locked him in the walk-in for three hours and jacked off on the other side.

#you know what this is #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #theon greyjoy #ramsay bolton #barbrey dustin #asha greyjoy #balon greyjoy #modern asoiaf

[soup-in-my-fly]

Yet another modern AU thramsay comic teehee :)

This takes place a year or two AFTER this

#my art #asoiaf #game of thrones #ramsay bolton #thramsay #theon greyjoy #reek asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf modern au #asoiaf fanart #got modern au

[koipepo]

A while back i bought super cheap alcohol markers set bc i never draw with them, and while it was just eh, it did its job confirming that this medium isn't for me 😆 picking out colors is such a hassle...

A modern AU Ramsay is made tho!

#my art #my fanart #ramsay bolton #modern AU #the color selection isn't great but thats too be expected from a 40-set #so yeah i understood but also some colors are just too vibrant they almost look neon #maybe i'll do better with higher quality+more expensive but tighter selection of colors #i still think watercolor and ink are much superior media tho

[megsironthrone]

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Based on this request:  Hi! If you are still accepting requests, would you consider a modern Ramsay AU? Ramsay keeps trying to take his girlfriend out like fancy sushi dates and amusement parks and their favorite bar but she keeps saying no or avoiding them. And he’s freaking out because she used to love that stuff so he thinks she’s losing interest. And he makes some big gesture to “win her back” but she announces that she’s pregnant and suddenly it all clicks. This idea popped into my head and I can’t stop laughing 😭

Here you are! *Familiar characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: Modern AU, angst, fluff. Mentions of pregnancy 

Pairings/Characters: Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader

Ramsay had messed up. He didn't know when or how, but he had evidently screwed up somewhere. Why else would you have been pulling away from him? And it had to have been incredibly bad. Ramsay had done some seriously messed up things over the course of his life and your relationship. He couldn't deny it. But you'd stuck by him through it all until now. Things were changing and Ramsay didn't like it so now he had to make it up to you.

         He tried everything. Sushi, bar-hopping, amusement parks. All your favorite things and each time, he was met with a 'no', 'thanks anyway', or 'maybe another time'. He couldn't understand it in the slightest. Why were you pulling away from him?! You never said no to things that sushi or your favorite bar! And you had been BEGGING him to take you to the amusement park for months.

         But Ramsay Bolton was nothing if not determined. He had been determined when he took over his father's business at a young age and he had been equally determined to date you. And for the last few years, he had been determined to keep you happy. If you were happy, you wouldn't leave him. Clearly, he'd done something wrong.

         "Hey," you greeted when you came in. You looked exhausted, but you still tried to smile at him. Ramsay took a moment to take in your form. He had noticed you'd been more tired recently. Maybe work was getting to you? Or worse…was someone bothering you? Were you seeing someone else and didn't want to break things off with Ramsay? "Ramsay?" you questioned, earning a glare from the dark-haired man.

         "Is there someone else?" You blinked rapidly for a minute. It was like you couldn't believe what he'd asked. That thought was quickly confirmed when you shrieked, "What?!" Tears sprang into your eyes. "How could you even think that?" you asked through the tears. You didn't wait for Ramsay to answer before you practically ran to the bedroom and began throwing things into a bag. "Where are you going?" You explained you were going to stay with a friend for a few days.

         "I can't be in the same house as you right now. I have never, NEVER, given you reason to believe that I'd step out of our relationship. And the fact that you think I could tells me how little you actually trust me!"

         "What should I think? You aren't acting like yourself. Avoiding sushi, bars, amusement parks. Everything you love suddenly isn't good enough. You're exhausted all the time. I know I'm not the one exhausting you." You shook your head. "Ramsay, you're a smart man. If you take a few minutes and think about EVERYTHING that I've been doing lately, you'll figure out what's really going on. Now, I'm leaving. When you've come to your senses, you'll know where to find me and you'd better be on your knees begging for forgiveness." With that, you left Ramsay standing there with his mouth agape.

         At first, Ramsay was furious. NO ONE talked to him that way. Ever. But then, he used his brain. He had accused you of cheating on him. You had every right to be angry with him. He certainly wouldn't be begging for your forgiveness, but he knew he'd have to do something big in order to earn your forgiveness and keep your interest in him.

         A few days later, Ramsay rang the bell of your best friend's home. He had been sending apology gifts every day and now he was ready. He'd gone full-cheese for you as much as it went against everything he was. Ramsay wasn't soft or sweet or even kind most of the time. But for you, the person that had stood by him through everything? He was willing to show a little bit of a softer side to himself.

         The door opened, revealing your best friend wearing an unimpressed look. "I hope you're here to grovel." Ramsay arched a brow. "Is she here?" Your friend smirked. "I meant are you here to grovel to me?" Ramsay must have looked confused because they continued, "She ate all my ice cream. MY. ICE-CREAM, Bolton! And it is all your fault."

         "Oh, shut up," you chided from behind your friend, pushing them out of the way playfully. Your eyes met Ramsay's. Your friend took that as a hint to leave. "Well?" you asked after a moment as you crossed your arms over your chest. Upon setting eyes on you, it became clear to Ramsay how much he truly missed you when you were gone.

         "Did you get my gifts?" You nodded and pointed over your shoulder where Ramsay could see the many gifts along with your bags. That made him hopeful. "I won't be begging, but I have set up something for you. For us. As an a-ap-apology." The word made his tongue feel like lead. He hated apologizing. You arched a brow in question.

         "I've set you up a massage at the spa then a lunch for the two of us. A picnic in that park you love to read in." You stared at him in surprise. He nearly chuckled. It was a well-known fact that while he enjoyed being outdoors, he hated picnics. "I know I can't buy your forgiveness, but I can pamper you." For several long seconds, you stayed silent then, you finally nodded. "I'd like that."

         Ramsay did a little work while he waited for your massage to finish, determined not to do anything but pay attention to you when you were having your picnic. He was pleased to see a beautiful smile on your face. You sat next to him and sighed happily. "I think I might forgive you." Ramsay rolled his eyes, but smiled regardless. He opened the cooler to pull out the lunch he'd had a chef he knew prepare as well as a bottle of your favorite wine.

         You frowned seeing the bottle and Ramsay cocked his head to the side. "I-I shouldn't," you explained quietly. "Why? Why are you avoiding things you love?" You sighed and ran your hand down your face and Ramsay continued, "Why are you pulling away from me?!" You shushed him, not wanting to draw attention to the two of you. Ramsay merely glared. His plan was not going how he expected and he hated that.

         You let out a sigh and fished through your purse. A moment later, you pulled something out and handed it over to Ramsay. Ramsay stared before blinking owlishly at you. His blue eyes flickered between you and the item in his hand several times. "Is this? Are you-?"

         "An ultrasound? Pregnant? Yes to both. About 11 weeks." Ramsay nearly dropped the ultrasound photo. Pregnant. You were pregnant. "Say something, Ramsay." Ramsay opened his mouth to speak, but found his throat dry. After clearing it, he tried again.

         "You're having a baby. We're going to be parents. That's why…" You nodded. "That's why I haven't been eating sushi, or drinking, and why I've been avoiding the amusement park. Which I still want to do by the way, when I'm not carrying your child inside me." Ramsay nodded, ready to agree to anything at this point. He couldn't believe he was going to be a father.

         He reached over, pausing as his hand hovered over your barely rounded belly. His blue eyes met yours and you nodded. Ramsay rested his hand on your stomach. "Come home," he whispered. "I will," you agreed, "But if you ever accuse me of cheating again, I will walk out that door and never come back." He agreed instantly before resting his forehead on yours.

(a/n: I know this probably wasn’t as funny as you were picturing, but my fingers would only write FLUFF!)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @line-viper @etherealpotter  @frozenhuntress67​ @cd1242​ @smalltownbigheart​ @igotmadskills​

#george r.r. martin #game of thrones #modern au #ramsay bolton #ramsay bolton x reader #ramsay x reader

[ak-177]

I long to be in your arms, honey...

Come back to me

Please!

The trash Magic fic will be here

#theon greyjoy #thramsay #ramsay bolton #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #theon x ramsay #ramsay snow #modern au #aestethic #ao3fic #poetry #tw: blood #tw:drvgs #mahmoud darwish

[faeporcelain]

🩸Ramsay Bolton🩸

Not as bad as Canon Ramsay bc I love Iwan Rheon and can’t really fit the same amount of violence in my little AU lol

•Violent as fuck

•Kinda widely known he actually killed ppl before it’s been swept under the rug by his dad

•Use to be a assistant butcher before going to live with his father

•Owns 9 large female bulldogs he named after his exs

•Deals to Theon

• Beats up people if they look at him wrong

•Jerk

•Works out and always wears well thought out outfits bc he’s proud as shit

•Daddy issues

•20 years old

#asongoffireandice #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #headcanons #asoif/got #modern au #alternate universe #game of thrones au #got au #ramsay Bolton #ramsay snow

[alannybunnue]

Ok, A Song of Ice and Fire Stories

Welcome! So you want to see my stories on the rollercoaster that is a Song of Ice and Fire.

Well, serve yourself, we got a lot going on here...

Imagines

The Targaryens as Yanderes Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

-> Asks:

Curse between Generations

Age gap between Borros and Viserys!Reader

Maegor and his only daughter

The last names of Pre-Dod!Reader and her daughter

Aemond and Dod!Reader

Is Dod!Reader heir to Harrenhal?

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If Daemon and Rhaenyra had a bastard child

Keep it Short

Immortal!Reader being the reason why everything started Part 2 Last Part

Joking Around

Modern!Reader stuck with the Yan!Targaryens Part 2

You Asked for This

Yan!Aegon I and Maegor I as your lovers/husbands.

Yan!Aegon, Aemond, Daemon and Jacaerys with a Stark!Reader

Daemon Blackfyre in his Red Wedding

We made History

Dance of the Dragons 0.5 ✔

Aegon with a Septa!Reader ✔

Bloodraven VS Bittersteel for Bracken!Reader ´

Queen!Reader with Aenys Targaryen ´

Criston Cole x Lady Dondarrion ´

Yan!Robb Stark VS Mother!Cersei Lannister ´

Baelor the Blessed with a Stark and a Greyjoy ´

Baelor Breakspear x Reader VS Daemon Blackfyre ´

Stannis Baratheon with a Tyrell!Reader ´

Baelon Targaryen with a Stark!Reader ´

Larys Strong with his brother's wife ´

Duncan the Tall VS Aerion Brightflame ´

Yan!Roose Bolton x Reader + PlatonicYan!Ramsay ´

Westeros x Demigod!Reader ´

My personal face claims for the readers Part 2

Well, that is all for today, if you got something on your mind, don't be afraid of requesting it :3

#fireandblood #a song of ice and feels #house of the dragon #yandere #ask box #the targaryens #hotd yandere

[the-californicationist]

Goldfish (SanSan AU) - 1/8

Sansa grabs a drink with her sister after winning her court case over the murder of Ramsay Bolton. A judge decides there is not enough evidence to claim she trained those hounds to eat him alive. At the bar, Sansa runs into the only hound she couldn’t tame: Sandor Clegane.

Warnings: descriptions of abuse, canon-mentioned abuse and domestic violence, mention of ramsay bolton, modern au, oral and vaginal sex

Sansa’s lawyer sat stoically beside her as Judge Ryker read out the verdict. In the case of first degree murder of Mr. Ramsay Bolton, Sansa Stark was not guilty. In the case of his manslaughter, she was also not guilty. The jury claimed that there was no evidence which showed that Ms. Stark exhibited prior control over the hounds of Winterfell manor, nor could they find any substantial evidence that she would be able to restrain a man as strong as Mr. Bolton without evidence of a struggle. His death was an accident.

A loud strike of the gavel made Sansa jump slightly in her stiff seat. Case closed.

“You’re free to go, Ms. Stark. May the Gods be merciful to you on your journey home,” her lawyer shook her hand and left her there, staring down at the dark, wooden table.

The eldest remaining Stark stayed seated for some time. Her pale hands lay clasped together as if still cuffed, unmoving. She breathed in deeply, but it was ragged at the end. As she tried to reach for that full gasp of oxygen, Sansa was halted by a small sob. She shuddered, not crying, yet still in some sort of ugly pain. A sick feeling ravaged her from her chest and into her throat. She breathed in again, pressing her feet so hard down into the bottoms of her patent leather pumps that her toes began to burn with pain. She wished, fleetingly, that her feet would kindle, and that she could catch fire, searing herself in the flames and consuming this goddamn wooden table for fuel, choking on her own soot and smoke. Suffocating in her own blaze. So much of her had already been licked away by others’ embers; maybe there was no tinder left to ignite? Just ash.

Everyone in the courtroom had almost filed out. A small hand caught her arm, shaking her from her internal inferno.

“Sans,” Arya said, “Let’s go. I parked out back.”

Sansa followed her sister dutifully. Arya was dressed up, if it could be called that. She wore black from head to toe; leather boots, men’s cargo trousers, a knit tunic, and a long, woolen pea coat. The younger Stark girl did not own makeup, nor would she wear any, and her hair was shorn into a buzz cut. Her skin was tanned, but clear, and her hands were shoved deep into her pockets, defensively. Sansa hadn’t seen her in more than four months, but she was glad she was with her now. She had even been kind enough to let her stay at her place while Sansa went through the last part of the trial.

Sansa climbed into the passenger side of Arya’s sporty little Mazda. Her sister eyed her, hesitantly, from the driver’s seat, round aviators sliding down her nose as she checked the parking garage for signage.

“So, where to?” Arya asked, genuinely unsure if Sansa would know.

Sansa sighed,

“I need a drink.”

Arya smiled,

“I know just the place.”

They had driven all the way to the northernmost point of the city; most people didn’t even consider it to still be London. Arya’s place that she knew so well was called The Wildling, and it was a true dive. Sansa didn’t care. As long as someone gave her a neat scotch and a chair, she would deal with whatever nonsense followed with it.

The bar was large, masculine, and smoky. It was filled with darts and pool, and it wasn’t the sort of spot to host hen parties. The walls were concrete block, painted back, and the floor was whatever material existed between dirt and tile. Sansa’s heels made a crispy noise as her soles walked over the stickiness of the floor. Heavy metal rattled through the building. Sansa expected to be overwhelmed by the sensory overload, but she didn’t really feel anything at all anymore. Ramsay had made sure of that.

The barkeep waved at Arya and came over to serve her. Arya turned to her sister,

“You want the usual?”

Sansa nodded. Arya knew what she drank these days. It was always hard liquor, and it was nearly impossible for her to order anything but scotch. Ramsay had been a gin drinker, Tyrion had been a wino, and Joffrey had preferred vodka, of course. Sansa hated the bloating that came with beer, so whisky it was.

Drink secured, Sansa sat down at a small table facing a window. She watched Arya for a moment to see if she would join her, but she had gotten stuck into a conversation with the bar staff. Sansa turned back to staring into the blackness of the night, admiring the wet gleam of the cobblestones in the street outside, and wishing she had made different choices.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorbike ripped her from her thoughts. It sped toward the bar, only to pull into a space right in front of Sansa’s viewpoint. Its rider, a staggeringly large man, killed the engine and stepped down from the dark machine, ruthlessly kicking the peg into place. He was dressed in black leather pants that strained against his muscular legs. His broad back was covered in a matching moto jacket, no patches. His helmet hid his entire face with a black visor, and the only identifying symbol was a small, silver dog painted on the side near where his jaw would lie, its mouth wide and snarling. As an icy cold realization ran down her spine, Sansa stared out the window and gazed up at a form she had not seen for a long time. It was the Hound.

#asoiaf #asoif/got #asoif fanfic #sansan #sandor clegane #house stark #sansa stark #sansan au #sansan fanfiction #biker!sandor #a break from our regularly scheduled programming #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #goldfish by the californicationist

[axelsagewrites]

I don't know of you write for Sansa Stark. But in case you do coul I request something like a friends to lovers set in Modern days? Maybe they go to University together and reader just had her heart broken by some boy and things evolve into another direction while Sansa comforts her. Ending smutty maybe!

(if you don't write for Sansa or you're not comfortable please feel free to ignore!)

Sansa Stark*Roommates

Pairing: Sansa x f!reader, ex podrick x reader

Word count: 3012

Warnings: breakup, make out, light nipple play not full smut

Masterlist Here

Somehow after many sleepless nights, awkward moments, questionable decisions, and dodging the strangest rumours you had did it. You had survived high school relatively unscathed. The only reason you had made it this far was being able to do it side by side with your best friend. 

The first day of freshman year you walked in with bushy hair and a nervous bracey smile as you navigated the brutal halls of Northern Hills High. You were surprised you managed to get to your first class without losing a limb but when you did you soon flung yourself into the nearest seat as the class filled up.

You felt yourself shrinking into your seat as the rows filled up and still no one had sat beside you. That was until a red head with a shirt two sizes too big and slick French braids hurled into the class looking equally as sick as you felt. Her eyes scanned the room in a frenzy till she spotted the empty seat next to you, quickly moving to grab it. 

You smiled an awkward smile at her and for a second the nauseous look washed away from her face, "I'm Sansa," she with a toothy grin and no sooner had you responded Mrs Tarth walked in to begin your first lesson.

That was years ago and ever since you had been glued at the hip. You would eat lunch together, study together, get ready for parties together. You even would join in on the Starks annual vacation and had practically been adopted by Ned and Cat.

Then came time to apply for college. You had talked about schools sure but when the letters came in and you found out you had both been accepted at Kingslanding university the choice was obvious. If you had to pack up and move halfway across the country better to do it with your best friend.

There was just one issue. You were in love with your best friend. You had realised it at the start of senior year of high school, but Sansa had never mentioned anything about liking girls and the couple boyfriends she had had did not make the odds look promising. When prom was approaching Sansa kept bringing up the topic of dates. 

The different cute ways to ask people, matching your outfit with your dates, poses for photos. She even had you practicing slow dances with her so she would know what she was doing. Then one day she dropped the news. She was going with Ramsay Bolton.

You hadn't thought he was exactly her type; you could tell Ned thought that exact same while he grimaced at the boy when they first met, but you didn't want to ruin her mood so let it slide. She suddenly became very insistent on finding you a date and soon you had agreed to go with Podrick Payne. 

He was a dorky kid from your bio class but the cute kind of dorky. Even you had to admit he was cute as he stuttered out his promposal. You knew you had to get over your crush one way or another so for the next few months your supposed to be one date with Podrick turned into a summer fling before university started. 

You still hung out with Sansa but deliberately tried to pull back a little so that you could get over your feelings. It wasn't that you didn't like Podrick. You did. He was thoughtful and cute and interesting and smart and surprisingly good in the bedroom, but he didn't make you laugh the way Sansa did or take your breath away from just a photo. 

You knew it was wrong to lead him on but for a while it seemed to be working. Sansa however did not have a second date with Ramsay, but she was always saying how cute you looked with Pod, and everything felt normal again. 

When dorm applications came in it was a no brainer that you would dorm together. As soon as it was confirmed you began shopping for supplies and picking which clothes to take. everything was beginning to shape up to be perfect as the week before college rolled around. it was the day before you were leaving, and you had just finished packing all your things into a box with the help of Podrick.

your high-fives Pod, so relieved to be done packing, before flopping down on the bed. “Thanks for helping babe. don’t think I would’ve done it if you hadn’t shown,” you said, sitting up on your elbows with a laugh as Podrick sat down, sober look etched on his face. “You good?”

“About that uh,” Podrick began to stutter, “Well we’re gonna be ages away from each other. so, like I was thinking because um classes and that we’d only get to see each other maybe every month and it is college and that,” the boy began to ramble before you finally grabbed his hand, shaking him from rant, “maybe we should think about breaking up?” he said with an awkward smile.

you looked up at him, eyes wide but not filled with the sadness you expected, “Oh um well I hadn’t given it a thought- “

“It’s just I was talking to my uncle, well step uncle, but he was saying that it’s better to not be like tied down- “Podrick said before his eyes suddenly widened twice the size of yours, “Not that you’re a burden it’s just like. I think we should break up,” he said with a sorry smile etched on his lips, “I hope we can still be friend,”

you couldn’t face telling anyone, especially not Sansa. that night you, your family, and all of the Starks headed out for a final dinner before you and Sansa would leave for college. even Robb and Jon were there for the dinner since they didn’t leave to go back to the Wall for college for a few days. “Where’s your little boyfriend honey?” Catelyn asked as you all sat around a ridiculously large table.

“Oh, he was busy with packing for college,” you said, a flush tinging your cheeks as you pushed your food around. Sansa flicked your arm under the table making you look at her and her questioning gaze. you gave a half-hearted smile as you tried to play it off, but you knew each buzz on your phone was a text from Sansa sent from under the table.

as dinner was wrapping up Sansa had suggested you sleeping at hers, but you declined, using the excuse you wanted a final night in your own bed. it was as soon as you crashed down onto the pillow that the waves came crashing over you as you began to ugly cry, your makeup smearing around your face. you knew it was a summer fling, but gods why did this sting so much?

part of you wish you had told Sansa since if you had she’d be here right now with four pints of ice cream and more snacks than you could imagine. but she wasn’t here, and neither was Podrick and tomorrow you’d have to explain it all to her anyway. for now, all you could do is blast Taylor swift in your headphones and wait.

the drive up to college your parents could tell something was off, but everyone assumed you were sad about leaving. when you arrived at Kingslanding you recognised the Starks car in the parking lot. you already knew they would be there before you so you weren’t shocked when you arrived at the dorm to see Catelyn sat on Sansas bed holding her face telling her about party safety and Ned stood desperately trying to hang Sansas posters as straight as he could. “Is this right honey?” he asked as he straightened out the poster.

“No dad the harry styles one goes over there- “Sansa said, turning to point before bursting out in a grin, “Hey roomie,” she said as she shoved her way off the bed to fling herself in your arms as if you had been off to war instead of a seeing each other only last night.

the hug however was a welcome invite as you felt the wheel of emotions threaten to bubble, “Sup roomie,” you grinned back as you pulled away and tried to look normal, but Sansa could tell. you knew she could. luckily the attention quickly turned to all the adults trying to agree how to set up the room while you and Sansa sat on your bed and watched.

as Catelyn debated another way to lay out the beds Ned finally sighed his final sighs, “I think the girls will want to finish this one off,” he said, clamping his hands on his wife’s shoulders, “Don’t you girls?”

“Yeah, mum we got this,” Sansa said, confidently standing up as you both hurried to get your families to leave. “See you guys!”

“Bye!” you both hollered down the hall as you waved them off, “Thank god for that,” you laughed as the elevator door finally closed and your families were official gone. “Decoration time,”

“Nu huh,” Sansa said, quickly moving to grab your wrist. you turned to her with a heavy sigh as Sansa practically forced you to sit on the bed, “Spill,” she said as she stood over you cross armed.

you sighed, throwing your head back and hitting the wall with a gentle thud, “Pod broke up with me,” you finally mumbled as Sansa gasped. “He said we could still be friends, “

“That bitch dumps you- “

“He didn’t dump me,” you tried to defend and stand but Sansa shoved you back onto the bed. “Hey!”

“And then pulls the line?” she said as she began to angrily pace the room, her face almost as red as her hair, “Does he not know what he’s missing out on? is he blind?”

“He doesn’t wanna be tied down,” you said, sighing as you stood while Sansa’s jaw dropped, “Cmon San he has a point,”

“No he has a penis and that is apparently what he thinks with,” she snorts and finally you start to laugh, “Is this why you were being all weird last night?” when you nodded Sansa sighed as if she had seen a kicked puppy before wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a tight hug, “Fuck him,” she mumbled as she held you tight, “You’re too good for him anyway. so you’ve got two options,” Sansa said as she pulled out the hug which you already missed and held you by the shoulders, “We either get made up hot as fuck and go out and post us so he knows he fucked up,” she said making you laugh at how crazy she could get, “Or we scour the nearby takeaways and go to a mall and get all the snacks you can think of and pig out,”

“The second,” you said, knowing right now the idea of going out would make you feel worse.

Sansa nodded as she grabbed her keys and purse, “Perfect then tomorrow we get hot as fuck and go out,” she said as she flung your hoodie at you to put on as you tried to argue, “and no buts. im not having my best friend being all sad and down on our first week. you’re too cool for that,”

you ended up hitting up the local mall and getting bags of snacks before walking to three different takeaways and getting a selection from each. now you were sat on Sansas bed with Chinese food, Indian food, Korean food, and more snacks than in willy Wonka’s factory sitting on her bedside table.

 “This was way too much,” you said as you opened up your kung pow.

“We need supplies anyway plus the leftovers can be lunch and dinner tomorrow,” Sansa said as she dug into her fried rice with the single spoon you had thought to bring. “Besides you can’t go through a breakup without chocolate,”

“Touche,” you said as you clinked your takeaway containers. you had to admit it felt nice to let it all out as you sat beside Sansa, shoulder to shoulder as you devoured your food. She listened as you vented about your breakup backed up all your points, “Like I knew it wasn’t gonna be forever, but it hurts. is that weird?”

“Nah,” Sansa said as she opened another bottle of diet coke for you to share, “Besides it kinda felt like that’s what was happening,” she said with a distant look making you question her further, “Its just like,” she sighed, “I didn’t wanna say anything because he was your first proper boyfriend, but I missed you. it was like you were always busy or he crashed half our plans so it just kinda sucked. I missed my best friend,”

“Aw Sansa,” you gushed, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, “I didn’t mean to neglect you. you’ll always be my best friend,” you said making her smile and relax into your hug before you pulled away, “Boyfriends come and go but we are forever,” you said with a grin as you swiped the coke bottle out her hand, but you couldn’t help noticing her smile falter, “You good?” you asked as you sipped the diet coke.

“Yeah, it’s just,” Sansa sighed as she looked up to the ceiling, “I wonder what it’d be like if it was always just us,”

a weird feeling began to grow in the pit of your stomach, but you couldn’t tell why. Sansa wasn’t suggesting something…was she? “You want me to be alone forever?” you half joked half wondered if your best friend was maybe more than that. you knew better than to be hopeful and wait around for a straight girl.

“Not alone,” she said finally looking back at you, “With me,” she said, her cheeks tinging pink like she would do in school when her crush would talk to her. you wondered if yours had done the same when she spoke to you.

“Like with you?” you asked as you noticed how close your faces were, “or together?” you finally asked, the words scrapping out your dry throat.

Sansa blushed as she glanced away for a moment, “I probably shouldn’t have said anything, you’ve just ended it with Pod and- “

“Don’t,” you said cutting her off and making her look at you suddenly, “I mean you should say it. whatever you’re thinking. you can tell me,”

Sansa didn’t listen however and before you realised what was happening you felt her soft lips crash on to yours. they tasted like strawberry and candy and were far softer than you’d ever imagined. the kiss made you breathless as your hand moved to rest on her hip while Sansas clutched at your shirt. “Together? she asked, breaking the kiss with hopeful eyes.

“Together,” you said, a soft smile grazing both your lips as you leaned back in for another kiss.

it was slow and tender, and you could feel Sansas hand gently move down your body till it settled on your waist. but it was almost as if you could feel the kiss get needier as Sansa began to paw at your skin, “Is it bad I used to be jealous of Podrick?” she asked, breaking the kiss breathless.

“Why were you jealous of him?” you laughed as you tried to swop back in for another kiss.

Sansa dodged it with a slight smirk, “Because he got to do this,” she said as she kissed you suddenly, her hands moving to your hair as the kiss depend. but this was nothing like how it was with Podrick.

wordlessly and without breaking the kiss you both shoved the remaining snack packets off the bed as Sansa began to pull you down till you were laying over her, your legs between her legs which she soon wrapped around your waist. your hands moved to gently squeeze her thighs, grateful for the tennis skirts she loved to wear that let you feel her soft skin. Sansa moaned into the kiss as your hands moved to gently grab her hips.

her hands moved down from your hair to running down your chest, squeezing your tits lightly over your shirt. now you were thankful you had ditched the bra under your baggy tee as your nipples began to perk under Sansas touch.

you could feel her smirk into the kiss as she gently squeezed your tits before moving to pinch your nipples gently making you moan in her mouth. “You are amazing,” she murmured against your lips as your fingers squeezed her hips in agreement as your lips moved to kiss down her jaw and neck.

just as your lips grazed her collarbone a knock made your head snap up followed by a scramble off of your new girlfriend as someone barged through the door, “Hey some of us-oh my god!” a girl the same age roughly as you gasped as she turned around covering her eyes, “Im so sorry I didn’t even think I- “

“Its okay,” You said as Sansa straightened her skirt and sat up, face beat red now.

the girl turned back around with a sorry smile, “I just came to see if you wanted to come to our floor mixer tomorrow, but I am legit so sorry there was no tie, my mum said there be a tie on the door- I’ll buy you guys a tie,”

“It’s alright,” Sansa grimaced as her face got redder, “We will make sure for next time,” she said as you silently celebrated a next time.

 “Okay well I’ll be going um I’m Baela by the way. and again, totally my bad,” she said as you finally managed to get the stranger out the door and back to what you had been waiting for for years. everything was perfectly until Sansas parents visited a few weeks later unannounced and you had to explain why your beds were pushed together.

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @nyotamalfoy

#sansa stark #sansa stark imagine #sansa stark x reader #sansa stark x f reader #sansa stark smut #sansa imagine #sansa x reader #sansa smut #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones smut #modern sansa #modern sansa stark #modern sansa stark x reader #modern sansa stark smut

[jeyneofpoole]

modern theon goes to ramsay’s halloween rager in roose’s basement, gets violently high, agrees to take ramsay to get mcdonalds in balon’s truck (that he stole), they’re driving on a back country road and hit something, theon thinks it’s a deer but he and ramsay get out to check and it’s two small children (trick-or-treating in. the woods?) theon is in a delusional crossfaded haze vomiting into a bush while ramsay is trying to convince him that they have to bury the bodies before the police come (he jacks off to true crime documentaries) and theon (hallucinating that the kids are bran and rickon because ramsay laced his weed with rat poison probably) is like oh yeah that’s rational we should do that so they do it and then get back in the truck and go get big macs and never talk about it again except for when they’re having freak nasty out-of-bdsm-regulations sex and ramsay forces him to confess to the crime over and over while theon ideates suicidally. aaaaaand post!

#welcome to my mind palace. #is this thramsay. should i tag this as thramsay. #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #theon greyjoy #ramsay bolton #modern asoiaf #thramsay

[soup-in-my-fly]

Ah yes, Theon, the king of priorities.

(Little prequel to this modern AU thramsay comic)

#game of thrones #asoiaf #ramsay bolton #thramsay #theon x ramsay #theon greyjoy #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf modern au #game of thrones modern au #got fanart #asoiaf fanart #theon fanart #thramsay au #my art #Can you tell I spent all day on this? 😀😀 #I sorta got lost in the sauce #the comic script was actually much shorter than this #but I felt it necessary to add the last few panels… 😼😼

[asa-do-your-thing]

Asa's December Rec-list

I've often reblogged fics where I feel like I should have written paragraph reviews but couldn't. That's why I thought I'd gather some of last month's faves <3

Aegon II

Docile - @bucknastysbabe

After seeing the Teaser you've just gone and written down what I felt for s2 aeg :D I've read this like thrice already, it's so good!

Aemond

Tooth-Rotting Bliss - @the-common-cowgirl

I'm usually not a Modern Au girlie but this has just melted me into a puddle.

Sweet Dreams (Are made of this) - @valeskafics

Demmon Daddy? Fuck yeah.

Cregan Stark

Princess - @axelsagewrites

I love the idea of rough Cregan, you've nailed him perfectly :3

Jon Snow

The Lady of Crab Isle - @valeskafics

BOY, i AM UNWELL IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE.

Theon Greyjoy

Your Eyes - @valeskafics

There's not enough Theon fics around and yours is just *mwah* chef's kiss. "I don't beg." "You will."

Ramsay Bolton (not proud of it but hey Iwan Rheon is hot)

"Just Getting Started" - @valeskafics

Bel, I have been binging your stories and I am IN LOVE with your GOT works, especially this. I was just curious when I stubled upon this but in the End you made me feel things for Ramsay that I never thought I could feel.

Michael Gavey

When it Rains it Pours - @aemonddtargaryen

This was strangely sweet and hot at the same time, it felt very real, me likey :D

#asas fic recs #i love my moots

[ak-177]

Quit your job, let's make a ride for...

It's us against the world

This fic will be back soon!

#theon greyjoy #thramsay #ramsay bolton #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #theon x ramsay #ramsay snow #modern au #aestethic #ao3fic #cage fight #gambling #tw: blood #richard siken #lana del rey lyrics

[farity]

Found, part 3

Pairing:  Aemond Targaryen x OFC Stark - Modern AU

Warnings:  Assassination, gun violence, references to smut, parental death

Summary: Modern AU set in Silicon Valley.  Aemond is a high-tech security expert, Aegon is an asshole, and Helaena is adorable.

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part 1   -   part 2

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A car like this was made for moments like this, Aemond thought somewhere in the back of his dismantled mind.

He floored the pedal, racing the whole way from Winterfell to UCSF Medical, catching the attention of and then losing a highway patrol car.  Cop cars could not keep up with his modified, custom accessorized, vehicle.  

He pulled up at the doors of the ER, threw the spare keys to a surprised nurse, and ran inside the building.

Please, please, please, please, please . . . 

He was running towards the information desk when he saw the brunette girl from the bar.  Marge?  Margaret?  

“You,” he pointed at her, startling her.  “Where’s Anna?”

She was walking with a dark haired guy, and left him behind to meet Aemond.  “They’re operating,” she said shakily, her large eyes full of tears.  “It was that fuckface Bolton.  He’s in police custody.”

The dark haired guy caught up with them.  “Rob, this is Anna’s new boyfriend,” she said to him, then raised an eyebrow at Aemond in challenge.

Aemond nodded.  “Where was she hit?”

“Aren’t you the security guy?  Something Targaryen?”

Ironic, isn’t it, Aemond thought.  Had he met Anna a couple of weeks earlier, he might have been able to prevent her getting hurt.  “Yes.  Where was she hit?”

Rob’s eyes went dark.  “Twice in the chest.  We don’t know the extent of the damage.”  He hugged Margot to his side.  “Go home, it might be hours.”

Aemond said nothing as Rob took Margot back to the sofa where Anna’s family were gathered.  He should probably get out of the way, leave the family to process things in peace, but he sure as hell wasn’t going home.  

* * * * * 

Anna was walking down a mountain path, wildflowers on both sides, but she didn’t remember how she got there.  She looked back and couldn’t see where the path began, either.  When she turned back around, she gasped.

“Dad?”

Edward Stark smiled at her, and she ran into his arms.  

“My darling girl.”

Anna started crying, arms wrapped around her father’s waist.  

“Daddy,” she breathed out.  When she looked up, there were tears running down her father’s beloved face.  “Dad, what is this?”

“I think you know, Anna.  And you know you can’t stay.”

“I miss you, dad.  I miss you so much.”

Edward kissed his daughter’s forehead.  “I know, my girl.”  He grabbed her face in his hands.  “You need to go back, Anna.”

She shook her head.  “Can’t I stay for a little?”

“I will see you again, my love.  I promise you that.  But you, you have an entire life ahead of you.”

“Just a little longer, dad.  Please.”

Edward wrapped his arms around his daughter.  “I love you so much, my darling girl.  Give Boudi a scratch for me, will you?”

Anna opened her eyes to find her arms were empty and her father was gone.  She was tired, so tired.  Why couldn’t she stay here with him?

Boudi.

She thought about the huge malamute.  Why was she barking?  She wouldn’t stop barking and then two firecrackers went off and all Anna could see were the stars in the sky.  Her eyesight was fading and Boudi was barking and then a man was screaming.

“Oh.”

* * * * * 

Ramsay Bolton sat on his bed, leaning against the wall in the cell.  He’d been treated for the animal bites on his leg and his broken nose and sent back to jail to be processed in the morning.  He should have killed that fucking dog.

Even after Ramsay had shot it, the monster had kept at his leg, sharp teeth tearing and ripping.  And then that fucking bastard had joined in and started hitting him.

At least he’d gotten the Stark bitch.  He didn’t think she would survive two gun shots to the chest.  She hadn’t even seen him.

The lights went out.  They had been on low at this time of night, but now he was in complete darkness.  A cold breeze moved through him and he shivered.

His eyes couldn’t adjust to the darkness, and he heard the metallic slide of the cell door being opened.

“Hello?”

Was someone breaking him out?

He blinked several times, willing his eyes to adjust, until he finally made out the corner of his bed.  

“Who is that?” he asked quietly.  He reached for the slip on shoes he’d been given, ready to leave with whoever was here to free him.

Something moved by the half open cell door. 

Ramsay slipped on the shoes, and when he looked back he could see the outline of something reflective way up high.

A camera?  Glasses?

“What’s the plan?” he whispered.  

The shadows shifted again and the tall, slim silhouette of a man appeared, a darker layer amidst the darkness.

“Who are you?”

The man didn’t say anything but Ramsay saw what the reflective thing was.  Night goggles.  He saw his own face in the reflection, saw his own smile looking back at him.

He looked from one side of the goggles to the other, and he could swear that on one side, there was a large sapphire where the eye should have been.

“Huh,” Ramsay Bolton said right before he died.

* * * * * 

“All I’m telling you, honey, is that next time you throw your keys at me like that, you are not getting them back.”

“I do apologize,” Aemond said, and placed a drink carrier with two coffees and a mountain of pastries on the stand at the entrance to the hospital.  The older nurse looked at the coffees and food, then back at him.  “I thought you might enjoy these, I know you’ve been here all night.”

“Thank you for noticing, much appreciated!”

He nodded at the nurse, and raced back inside the hospital. 

Back in the waiting room, Margot and Anna’s cousin Jon were talking, until he caught Margot’s eye.  “Aemond!  She’s awake!”

He strode over to her, the knot in his chest releasing just a little.  “How is she?”

Margot smiled.  “Surgery went well, they removed the bullets, her mom is with her right now.  You can probably see her in a bit.”

“I will wait,” Aemond said.  He felt a huge weight being lifted off him.  She was awake.  She had made it through surgery and he would wait as long as it took.  

Anna’s exhausted family members began leaving after they had seen her, while he waited on a bench outside. 

He kept scrolling through his police scanners, breaking news sources, while people filed in and out of her room.

* * * * * 

Anna looked out her hospital room window, watching the sky turn slowly from black to navy blue, to a pale blue, and then heard footsteps coming into her room.

“Aemond,” she smiled, extending a hand, the one free of IVs and cords, to him.  

He opened his mouth to say something, but then grabbed her hand, pressing his forehead against the back of it as he took the chair next to the bed.  

“Hey,” she couldn’t really move her other hand, or sit up without help, but she saw the way his shoulders shook.  “Aemond.”

He looked up, wiped a tear off with the back of his free hand.  “I just found you, Anna.” he whispered hoarsely.  “I just found you.”

She pulled her hand out of his and cupped his damp cheek.  “I know.  I’ll be okay, you know?  And Ramsay is in jail.  My dog stopped him from fleeing.”

“I’ll buy her a warehouse’s worth of her favorite treats."  He took her hand, kissed the palm. 

“You’re here bright and early,” she smiled, then saw something in his gaze and narrowed her eyes at him.  “You spent the night here, didn’t you?”

“Visiting hours were over before I could see you last night.  I had a friend to keep me company.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me about her.”

Aemond laughed, and the sound lifted her spirits even more.  “If you must know, I charmed her by throwing my keys at her the other day.”

“Wow, I hadn’t heard of that move.  Did it work?”

“My car is still in one piece.”

Anna smiled because it hurt too much to laugh.  “Do I need to fight her for your affections?”

He said nothing, stood and pressed a kiss to her temple.  “You have me.  I don’t know if you want to hear that this early on, but you have me, Anna.”

It was early.  It was so early, but she felt a bloom of happiness inside her and raised her face to his.  He kissed her gently, fingertips barely skimming her cheek.  

“Hey lovebirds, sorry to interrupt but we need to run some tests here.”

A nurse stood at the doorway with a clipboard and a tired smile on his face.  

Aemond placed a kiss on Anna’s forehead.  “I will be back later.”

The nurse nodded at him as he approached Anna’s bed, but turned as Aemond was almost out the door.  “Thanks for the candy, by the way.”

Aemond turned. “What’s your favorite?”

“Peanut M&Ms,” the nurse said, without missing a beat.

“Got it.”

Anna smiled, watching Aemond go.  “He brought candy?”

“And great coffee.  If you don’t mind me saying, half of us want to hug him and wrap him in a blanket, and the other half .  . . well, I love my husband, but that is one fine specimen.”

“Yes, he is.”

“Okay, my dear, let’s get this started, shall we?  Do you want the TV on?”

“Sure, thank you.”

The TV kicked on, it was on a national news channel.  The nurse handed the remote to Anna, and she was about to change it to something to distract her when Ramsay Bolton’s face appeared on screen.

Breaking News: Bolton Heir Found Dead in Jail Cell

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Masterlist             Ko-fi             

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond au #aemond targaryen au

[mlmxreader]

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     WHO I WRITE FOR 

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List of all the characters I write for and am willing to take requests for 

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MORTAL KOMBAT 

┗━━━━ ★ ━━━━┛

➵ Kuai Liang

➵ Johnny Cage

➵ Spawn

➵ Kung Lao

➵ Erron Black

➵ Bi-Han

➵ Hanzo Hasashi

➵ Reptile/Syzoth

➵ Jax Briggs

➵ Kitana

➵ Kenshi Takahashi

➵ Smoke

➵ Kitana

➵ Mileena

➵ Sindel

➵ Li Mei

➵ Tanya

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BAND OF BROTHERS

╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

➣ William “Wild Bill” Guarnere

➣ Richard “Dick” Winters

➣ Burton Paul “Pat” Christenson

➣ Eugene G. “Doc” Roe

➣ Lewis Nixon

➣ Ronald Speirs

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CALL OF DUTY

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MODERN WARFARE:

➛ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

➛ Alex Keller

➛ Farah Karim

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GHOSTS:

➛ David “Hesh” Walker

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

WW2 & VANGUARD:

➛ Robert Zussman

➛ Ronald “Red” Daniels

➛ Arthur Crowley

➛ Vivian Harris

➛ Marcus Howard

➛ Richard Webb

➛ Arthur Kingsley

➛ Lucas Riggs

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RED DEAD REDEMPTION

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➽ Arthur Morgan

➽ Charles Smith

➽ Josiah Trelawny

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╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗

THE BOYS

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➱ Billy Butcher

➱ Black Noir

➱ Marvin Milk/Mother’s Milk 

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SCREAM

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⇢ Dwight “Dewey” Riley

⇢ Mickey Altieri

⇢ Mark Kincaid

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TOM HARDY

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↪ Farrier (Dunkirk)

↪ Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders)

↪ Bane (The Dark Knight Rises)

↪ Eddie Brock/Venom (Marvel)

↪ James Delaney (Taboo)

↪ Pavel Sidorov/Leo Demidov (Child 44)

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LOTR/THE HOBBIT

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⟿ Aragorn

⟿ Legolas

⟿ Frodo

⟿ Eomer

⟿ Boromir

⟿ Faramir

⟿ Thorin

⟿ Fili

⟿ Kili

⟿ Bard

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TV SHOWS & FILMS (misc)

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⇉ James Bond (Pierce Brosnan only)

⇉ Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

⇉ John Moore (The Alienist)

⇉ Sierra Six (The Gray Man)

⇉ Dr. King Schultz (Django Unchained)

⇉ Holland March (The Nice Guys)

⇉ Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

⇉ Pyramid Head (Silent Hill)

⇉ Lt. Horstmayer (Joyeux Noel)

⇉Elliot Stabler (Law and Order: Special Victims Unit)

⇉Dr. George Huang (Law and Order: Special Victims Unit)

⇉Chester Lake (Law and Order: Special Victims Unit)

⇉Brandon Beckett (Sniper franchise)

⇉John Wick (John Wick)

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┏━━━━ ★ ━━━━┓

GAME OF THRONES

┗━━━━ ★ ━━━━┛

-> Bronn

-> Tywin Lannister

-> Jaime Lannister

-> Jorah Mormont

-> Jon Snow

-> Ramsay Bolton

-> Sandor Clegane (The Hound)

-> Brienne of Tarth

-> Robb Stark

-> Eddard Stark

-> Renly Baratheon

-> Oberyn Martell

-> Margaery Tyrell

-> Petyr Baelish

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MARVEL

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➬ Wolverine/Logan Howlett

➬ Magneto/Erik Lehnsherr

➬ Venom/Eddie Brock

➬ Carnage (symbiote only!)

➬ Charles Xavier

➬ T'Challa

➬ Gambit/Remy LeBeau

➬ Falcon/Captain America/Sam Wilson

➬ Blade

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-ˏˋ. DC ˊˎ-

↦ John Constantine

↦ Bruce Wayne/Batman (Nolan only)

↦ Bane

↦ Slade Wilson

↦ Harley Quinn

↦ Poison Ivy

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SUPERNATURAL

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➩ Dean Winchester

➩ Chuck Shurley

➩ Castiel

➩ Balthazar

➩ Benny Lafitte

➩ Gadreel

➩ Crowley

➩ Rowena

➩ Bobby Singer

➩ Rufus Turner

➩ Donna Hanscum

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

➩ Billie the Reaper

➩ Mick Davies

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FALLOUT

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➲ Maximus

➲ Cooper Howard/The Ghoul

[francis-writes]

Modern!Ramsay Bolton x transmasc!reader

Because I have a lot of feelings about him and my transition, especially that I spend a lot of time recently in forcemasc community and literally every second post uses a dog metaphor, and uhhh... comparing helping a man in transition to training a dog makes me think about Ramsay even more.

okay, so i write this post for modern!Ramsay because there are more possibilities for trans people today and there is more knowledge about them but to be honest? I think Ramsay would be accepting and supportive of trans partner, no matter the century. He is rather an open-minded person, and he certainly doesn't care about society opinion. He just looks for a good time so if he enjoys being with you, being trans won't change anything. He may even be more interested in you or admire you for going against bigots and world's expectations.

I think it's clear but he's gonna deal with any transphobes that bother you. In modern times, his actions have more consequences, so he won't torture them but it's likely that he will beat them (maybe stab a bit), especially if you're out at night or at more secluded place. Or, you know, you can always find them later.

also, he doesn't just passively observe your transition (and also he isn't one of these guys who "support you" but only when you still look feminine or when you are pre-t. fuck them. Ramsay isn't afraid to date a man. I will tell more, he is excited, if he could, he would sew a dick onto you himself. Okay, maybe I went too far but you get the point), he actively helps you in it. He shaves your head, takes you to the gym and even if he doesn't work out with you, he loves to watch as you excercise, admire as you lift weights, breathing heavily and covered in sweat (also it turns him on). He licks off your sweat and desires your hairy ass.

if you have problems with money, he will eagerly support you financially, though the level of the support depends on his own situation. If we assume the version where he gets money from his father - who is a bussinessman or a politician - there is really no limits. If he doesn't get family money, he still wants to support you (binder, packer, doctor, hormones - it all costs too fucking much) so he will try to get more money, though rather in not very legal nor moral way.

if you're on t, he's eager to do your injections, and this time you can trust him with a needle. He isn't especially well-educated, but he has some knowledge about human anatomy (from where? that's a good question) and has no problem with finding the right spot and inserting the needle the first time.

also, when you finally get facial hair, he will buy you a razor set and teach you how to shave, holding your hand as you gently drags the blade over your skin. having him controlling the sharp blade and pressing it to your throat is both stressing and exciting. but you trust him.

i know it's not a case for everyone but i know that many trans people feel the pressure to turn into a skinny twink; anyway, as somebody wrote, hrt weight gain is an angel and Ramsay makes sure that you eat enough. and that you don't worry about gaining weight after testosterone cravings. He wants you to be strong, healthy and happy. Also book Ramsay is chubby as well and tbh it kinda made me feel better about my body bc he reminds me what kind of wild lust i feel whenever i see a soft tummy

i'll continue this one day, i just wanna do every forcemasc post with him, i am sorry but i can't focus on coherent thoughts. Testosterone and Ramsay make me so excited i can pass out

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