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axelsagewrites · 3 months

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So I know you already did a lot of Ramsey x reader oneshots but honestly I just love how you write them so can I request a oneshot for Ramsey Bolton x fem reader where the reader is a servant (this has nothing to do with the previous servant oneshots) and Ramsey is attracted to her but doesn’t act on it and she accidentally stumbles upon him killing his father and she hides in the corner somewhere in the room and over hears him planning to kill his stepmother and brother so she tries to help them and get to them before Ramsey dose but she is unsuccessful and Ramsey discovers what she tried to do so she begs for forgiveness and he tells her he will consider it if she can prove to him why she deserves it so he takes her to the room where he flays people and has sex with her on the X-shaped cross ?

Ramsay Bolton*Little Mouse

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x f!reader

Word count: 1950

Warnings: roose being murdered, dub con, p in v sex, nipple play, unprotected sex, biting, hickeys, spanking, bruises, X cross sex, teasing, degrading, orgasm denial, begging, bondage, choking, restraints, smut 18+

a/n: thank u sm for being so sweet anon

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Everyone hated Ramsay Bolton. Ever since his father took over Winterfell his name was brought up in hushed angry whispers amongst the servants. You hated him too. In theory at least.

You tried to hate him and partook in the gossips and whispers that surrounded him but perhaps it wasn’t in your nature to hate. Perhaps deep down he was not as bad as he seemed. The rumours after all were just gossip told to you from the few servants, they brought from the Dread fort.

Things had been grower tenser, if possible, recently with Sansa escaping and the possibility of Ramsay’s own replacement if this baby was a son. You were glad Sansa had escaped but even more grateful no one had found out you had smuggled her notes.

Roose Bolton didn’t even ask you to pour the wine, just tapped the rim of his cup. You topped it up as he, Ramsay, and another Lord discussed the Snow dilemma. “My lord,” you bowed your head as you walked away. the jug was empty, so you excused yourself to refill it.

You went as quickly as you could, not wishing to spark his temper which had been easier recently. However, as you crept through the open door you had to hold back a gasp when you saw Roose Bolton’s glassy eyes staring at you in shock as Ramsay plunged the knife into his stomach a second time before shoving his father to the ground.

Your eyes then turned to the Maester. His gaze met yours and the moment it did you stepped back, turning to place your back flush against the wall beside the door, praying the other two had not noticed you. “Send ravens to the houses of the north,” Ramsay began to instruct him, “Tell them he was poisoned by our enemies,”

The words began to ring hollow in your ear as your breathing grew rough. However, seven words snapped you out your daze, “Find my brother and make it swift,”

You felt your feet carry you away before you could stop yourself, still holding the flagon of wine. You had to find her but as you wandered the halls you found your mind clouding over, unable to recall what room she’d been moved to for the birth. As you began to rush to the servants’ quarters you felt a hand clamp over your mouth, another around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The jug fell to the ground with a clatter as the finest wine in the north spilt on the dirty stone.

“Don’t scream little mouse,” Ramsay’s voice whispered in your ear. “It won’t do you any good,” he said, removing his hand slowly from your mouth.

“My lord. How can I- “

“You never came back with the wine,” he tutted, “I missed your pretty face,”

“I had to fetch a fresh barrel- “

“Liar,” he hissed in your ear, biting your lobe and making you gasp, “What did you see? and don’t lie to me this time,” he added when you went to speak.

You swallowed hard as his hand moved to hold your neck gently, but you had seen how tight his grip could be, “I say Roose Bolton die my lord. Poisoned by our enemies,”

His chuckled vibrated up his chest making the hair on your neck stand up. You gasped when his hand suddenly turned you to face him, your face just an inch from his, “I’m going to have some fun with you little mouse,”

“Where are we?” you asked in a shaky voice as Ramsay led you down a narrow set of stairs.

They led to a single wooden door which he creaked open with a smile, “Ladies first,” he said.

This was it. you were going to die. You walked into the room, and you felt your blood drain. “My lord please no,” you began to beg, “I’ll tell no one I swear. I know nothing, nothing at all. I am just some stupid servant my lord no one would believe me anyway,” you stuttered, your eyes locked on the X shaped cross.

You heard his laugh, but your eyes would not fall from the cross. “Your silly little girl,” he mumbled in your ear. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, your back pressed against his hard chest as he began to walk you over to the cross, “I do not wish to hurt you,” he said, gently spinning you to face him, “Unless you make me of course. but you won’t do that, will you?” he asked, brushing the stray hairs out your face.

“No, my lord,” you whispered, your eyes locked on his.

A small smirk appeared on his lips, “Good. Now strip,”

“What- “

“Did I stutter?” he asked, cutting you off as his head dipped down till his lips were brushing against yours with each word, “Take those rags off and behave. Or I may just have to reconsider my offer to let you live,” he said, leaning back so you could begin to pull at the strings of your dress, “It’d be a shame too. I always liked when it was you serving me. Even if you can be slow at times,” he said, suddenly grabbing the dress round the collar and ripping it.

You gasped as he tore the dress more, pulling it down your body till it pooled to the floor, “That’s better now, isn’t it?” he asked, his head hanging low as his eyes scanned your body. His hands moved to run up your waist, squeezing it gently before moving further up to graze your tits. He groaned as he squeezed them, and you gasped at the feeling, but you felt a weird sensation growing in your stomach.

This was wrong. Everything about it from the way he walked you back till your back hit the wooden cross to the way his eyes scanned your naked frame. It was wrong, dirty, and shameful, but you couldn’t help but moan as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

Ramsay chuckled when you did so, his eyes lifting to meet yours making a flush form on your cheeks, “Perhaps you’re not as innocent as you looked little one,” he teased, his hands falling from your tits to gently run down your arms.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist, slamming it against the wood making you whimper as he began to attach the first restraint. You watched his concentrated eyes as he did up the straps before moving to do the next one.

He began to sink to his knees, kissing down your chest then stomach and thighs as he went. He grabbed your ankle gently, kissing the top of your foot as he did the strap around your ankle. A chill ran down your spine at how exposed you suddenly felt as he did the final strap up.

Ramsay lifted his gaze before standing slowly with a smirk. You couldn’t even question it before you felt his fingers run up your slit making you gasp, “Now if I’m to keep you,” he began, speaking slowly as his nose ran up your neck till he could whisper in your ear, “You will need to prove yourself to me after your little stunt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord,”

“And if you disobey- “

“I won’t,” you cut him off this time. his head snapped to the side till his gaze was meeting yours, “I won’t disobey you, my lord. Never, not in a thousand years,”

“Really?” he said, leaning his body against yours as his fingers began to rub slow circles on your clit.

“Yes, my lord. I swear it,”

Ramsay’s lips skimmed along your neck before he began to suck dark marks along your neck, all while his fingers worked on your bundle of nerves making you want to clamp your legs together, but you couldn’t. “Already so worked up,” he tutted, his lips moving to your jaw, biting at the skin making you gasp, “So desperate for me,” he said, moving his fingers from your clit making you wine before pushing them in slowly.

He continued leaving bites along your skin as his fingers curled inside you, teasingly slow making you pull on your restraints more with each curl. You felt your cunt squeeze around his fingers and just as you felt your peak approaching, he ripped his fingers out. You couldn’t help but whine at the loss. A quick slap to your cunt swiftly followed making you gasp, “Don’t be greedy now,” Ramsay growled as his hand moved to untie the string of his trousers.

“Yes, my lord, sorry my lord,” you said your eyes moving to the ceiling to avoid his steely gaze, but his hand moved to grip your jaw.

He brought your eyes back down to his, “Look at me,” he said, meanwhile his hand moved to stroke his hardening cock. He smirked as your eyes stared into his, “Good girl,” he said, moving to press a kiss to your cheek.

The tenderness was interrupted by his tip pushing into your hole. A soft whimper fell from your lips making him groan, his head falling to the crook of your neck. He pushed in further, grunted as he did so, “So tight,” he mumbled against your skin as his cock began to stretch you out.

You gasped as he sunk himself all the way in, biting your lip as you tried to adjust but he wasted no time before his hips began to buck. His hands moved to grab your hips, his fingers sinking into your flesh so hard you wondered if it would bruise. You couldn’t bring yourself to care however when you felt a knot tightening in your stomach.

His hands moved to grab your tits, squeezing them harshly before pinching your nipples making you moan. “Yes,” he groaned, kissing up your neck, “Moan my name like the desperate girl you are,” “Ramsay,” you moaned, and you felt his hips speed up their pace. You moaned it louder when he began to roll your nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “such a good girl,” he praised as a hand slipped from your tit only to move to find your clit again.

He rubbed harsh quick circles on it which only made the knot tighten further. Your arms and legs pulled on the restraints, your body desperately wanting to tense at the growing sensation spreading through your stomach. Ramsay chuckled at your attempts, however.

Your cunt began to squeeze around his cock, your peak threatening to spill at any moment as his hips snapped against yours. you gasped as you felt your peak hit your body and couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as Ramsay continued to fuck you through it.

The feeling of you coming undone around him though only seemed to drive him crazier as his pace increased and his hand moved from your tit to hold your throat. He squeezed your neck, pushing your head up so he could kiss your jaw at the same time. it only took a few more thrusts before he finally spilled, unable to hold off any longer.

Ramsay practically collapsed against you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. After a few moments he pulled back, pulling himself out at the same time. he pushed the hair out of your face, holding your jaw gently as his eyes scanned your bruised and bitten skin.

A smirk found its way on to his face, “Yes,” he murmured, his eyes finally meeting yours again, “I think I just might keep you little mouse,”

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megsironthrone · 2 years

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What's in a Name?

Based on this request: Hi! Hope ure good! I love your writing and i’m so happy you’ve opened requests! Can i ask that you write one with Jon and Reader. R is Roose Bolton’s legitimate daughter. After battle of the bastards Jon finds her locked up in her quarters. she offers him help & thinking Rs just a prisoner he accepts. he starts to fall for R & when he finds out who is she he’s conflicted. Mybe Sansa tells him Ramsay locked her up for being kind to her? R is upset at Jon for being distant & when he tells her she’s kinda like i thought you wouldn’t judge someone for there name? Can it be a fluffy ending? Thank u if u do write it.

Here you are, lovely! My apologies for the wait! *Familiar characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: A little angst, a little fluff, mentions of battle POV change

Pairings/Characters: Jon Snow x fem!Bolton reader, mentions of Sansa

Battles were never quiet and this one seemed louder than any other. Probably because it was right outside your window. You sat in your chambers, hoping and praying that Ramsay would be defeated in battle for the last time. You knew that the only reason he had locked you up instead of executing you was because you had no right to your father's lands as long as Ramsay was alive. Not after your father had legitimized Ramsay. But now, Ramsay was facing his greatest foe yet and you hoped that threat would win and release you from your prison.

You listened to the battle with your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Then, silence. Pure silence. Like a fog coating the dark. You had never heard Winterfell so quiet before. But just as quickly as it got quiet, it grew loud again as cheers erupted from the victors of the battle. So it was back to waiting for you. While you could see some of the battle, you couldn't tell who won.

You began pacing as you waited. You were certain you would wear a hole in the floor until the door to your prison finally opened to reveal none other than Jon Snow himself. You blinked in surprise. "You beat him? You defeated Ramsay?" Jon looked at you in confusion, but nodded. You were so happy you could have cried. Instead, you curtsied. "Then I am in your debt. However I can be of assistance to you, my lord."

"What is your name?" You paused for a moment before deciding to give him only your given name and not your house. He contemplated for a second before nodding his head. You followed him from the room, eager to stretch your legs for the first time since before Sansa even ran away. Since Ramsay locked you up in your chambers.

You were greeted by Sansa with a hug. You liked the younger girl and didn't at all blame her for leaving you behind. She was protecting herself from a situation she never should have been in. Once your greeting was over, you went to work helping Sansa with the wounded. While your circumstances weren't ideal, you were happy to help. Especially when you began to get to know Jon.

Jon was such a strong and determined young man. And quite a gentleman. He was funny at times while extra serious at others. The two of you grew close much more quickly than you ever thought you would. You treasured every moment with the new king. Every private joke, the soft conversations, and the rare sweet smiles he would give you when he thought you couldn't see. You fell in love with him and thought he felt the same. If only Sansa hadn't let slip your secret.

*time skip*

You were absolutely confused. Jon had been avoiding you. He'd distanced himself seemingly out of nowhere. To say it hurt would have been an understatement. You'd thought the two of you had something special. Apparently you were wrong. What had happened?

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Jon sat in his study, staring at parchment in front of him even though Sansa was sitting in front of him. He should have been reading the letter from the lord, but his mind was elsewhere. It was on you.

"Are you certain?" he asked softly. Sansa looked confused. "Of course. Ramsay locked his sister up for helping. Y/N was the only thing close to a friend I had besides Theon. I've told you a hundred times the last few days, Jon. Why does it matter?"

"She lied to me, Sansa." Sansa scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "And? So what she's a Bolton? She's nothing like Ramsay was or even Roose. She protected me as best as she could. She is innocent, Jon." Jon sighed and turned back to his letter. He needed to get his mind off of you. It was easier said than done, but he managed once Sansa left the room. At least until he ran into you that evening in the courtyard.

"You're a difficult man to find, Jon Snow," your voice scared him. He turned to you and tried not to let his emotions show on his face. "Yes well, that's the life of a king I suppose." A frown made its way to your lips and your brows furrowed. "Ha-Have I done something?" you asked softly. At first, Jon didn't reply. He didn't want to yell and disturb anyone else or draw attention to the two of you.

"You're a Bolton," he finally told you. You froze and he continued, "Sansa told me. She said you helped her. But you're a Bolton and didn't tell me." A loud scoff left your lips . "That's what this is about? That is precisely why I didn't tell you. I knew I would be judged for my father and brother's actions despite fighting them every step of the way. But, you know what I never thought?" Jon merely shrugged.

"I never thought you, Jon Snow, would judge someone for their name. I-I thought we were…something. I love you, Jon, but I see that my feelings aren’t returned," you told him, your voice getting softer with every word. Again, Jon said nothing, but looked down at the ground. "I suppose that's it then. I'll be gone by morning. Perhaps I'll return to the Dreadfort."

You turned to leave, but Jon caught your arm in a gentle grip. "Wait," he whispered. You glanced over your shoulder at him. "What could you possibly say to make this better, Jon?"

"I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have judged. You've never judged me for being a bastard," he started, "And I do-I do love you. It's why the lie hurt me so much. I want us to be honest with each other. I know I have to make it up to you, and I'll spend forever doing so if that's what you want. Just don't leave. Please."

You turned to face him fully. "You're damn right you have to make it up to me," you started and he looked down at the ground. You laughed and continued on, "But I don't think it will take forever." He looked up at you again. You stepped closer to him. "All it will take is two things: a promise that you will never doubt me again. I will never lie to you ever again." Jon nodded after thinking for a moment and asked what the second thing was. Your smiled widened and you answered, "A kiss." Jon didn't waste a second in complying.

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heartsofbeskar · 3 years

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the red wolf

chapter two: a stolen gift

oberyn martell x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of death, a smooch™

words: 3.6K

excerpt: A few tears slipped down your cheeks, despite your best efforts. Oberyn gently swiped them away, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. You could feel his warm breath against your face, and it was pleasant, and smelled of the fruit filled Dornish wine he loved. His lips were tinted from it as well.

“Is there anything I can do, little wolf? I hate to see you this way,” he whispered to you, even though you were alone and shielded by so much greenery.

“Let me give you something,” your voice shook as you matched his whispered tone. “Before he can take it from me.”

a/n: the second chapter is here!! im having such a good time writing this tbh; this chapter is based on the first half of the season 4 episode the lion and the rose; im tackling it in two chapters since its a doozy

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The fresh air gently blew across your face as it cascaded over the top of the walls of Winterfell. You leaned on the wooden railing, smiling as you watched your brothers play below. They held wooden swords, clashing them against each other clumsily. Ser Rodrik would surely chastise them for the sloppy footwork, but you enjoyed their dramatics.

Creaking of the boards alerted you to a new presence approaching. Robb smiled gently as he came to stand beside you. He wore a fur robe draped across his shoulders, and you marvelled at just how broad it made him appear. You turned to face him, smoothing the stray furs into line.

“When did you turn into a man?” You teased. He brought a hand up and lightly pinched the skin of your cheek.

“Around the same time my twin sister became a woman.”

You swatted his hand away, but laughed. His eyes held a softness as he turned them away to watch Bran and Rickon, who now wrestled amongst the haybed. You reached for his hand, squeezing it.

“Something’s troubling you.” He didn’t bother to deny it; you had studied your twin’s face from the day you had both been born, after all. “Are you not excited to see the King?”

“I am, but …” He shook his head. “I cannot say I am thrilled with the prospect of my sisters departing at once for King’s Landing. Or my twin sister marrying a man there.”

“Robb,” you sighed. “We can’t stay children forever. Someday, this—” you gestured at large to the courtyard, “—will be yours to lead, along with the entire North. I will be your ears wherever I land — King’s Landing, or otherwise.”

He nodded, but still didn’t meet your eyes again, You pulled him forward by his hand, wrapping your arms around the soft fur on his shoulders. You rested your head on the plush surface, as he wrapped his arms around you in response, both of you leaning into the familiar embrace.

“I will come to see you often, this I promise. My heart will always be with you, in the North.”

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Your hand was sweating as you laid it on the ornate handle of the large door of Lord Tywin’s office. It was silent inside and you prayed to the Old Gods he was out, having forgotten your appointment entirely. But he had requested it of you specifically via a handwritten parchment, so you knew that you would not be so lucky.

With a large breath in, you pushed the handle down. The door seemed to scream at you as it swung open; stay out, don’t come in here, run for your life from this wretched place all together.

As you suspected, Tywin was inside, head hung low over a parchment he was rapidly writing on, spread over his desk. He didn’t look up as you entered, though he must have heard you.

You slowly closed the door behind you, fighting the urge to flinch as it slammed back into place.

“Come here, girl.” Still, Tywin didn’t look up as he called out to you. Your hand clenched at your side at the name, but you quickly forced it to relax, taking short steps towards his desk. When you reached it, you stood in front of it awkwardly, waiting.

With a large flourish of the quill, he finally set down the writing implement, casting his eyes up towards you. He leaned back in his chair, assessing you. For what, you weren’t sure.

“Lady Stark,” he mused. “With the untimely death of all three of your brothers…you are now the true heir to Winterfell and the North.”

You swallowed thickly, pushing the unbidden images of Bran and Rickon from your mind, their young, innocent faces threatening to fester there. “My lord, I was of the understanding that the Boltons had been granted control of Winterfell and the North.” In exchange for the betrayal and murder of my twin brother, his unborn child, and my mother. You let the ending hang in the air between you.

Tywin tapped the side of his face, his eyes calculating. “Yes, it is true as Hand of the King, I have named Roose Bolton as Warden of the North. But we both know who the people of the North will rally to, if they are called. And that will always be a Stark, as long as one lives.”

You clasped your hands in front you, pushing them into the fabric of your dress, trying to dampen the sweat that collected on them. “My lord … I apologize, but I’m afraid I do not understand.”

He rose now, smoothing down the front of his tunic. Stepping around the desk, he approached you. Slowly, he took your chin in his hand, turning your head to varying angles.

“You are a virgin, yes?”

A chill ran its way up your spine. You nodded.

“Good.” He released your face, turning his back to you as he faced the windows overlooking the city, hands clasped behind his back. “Were you my daughter, I would’ve had you married long ago, but I suppose Ned Stark’s inadequacies are my opportunities. You will be wed to my eldest son, Jaime, once I convince him to quit this Kingsguard business. You will bear him sons, and they will be the heirs to both Winterfell and Casterly Rock.”

Your hands shook in front of you and you clasped them tighter together. When you didn’t say anything in response, Tywin turned his head to look back at you.

“You would do well to interact with him during these upcoming festivities for the King’s wedding. Now go.”

As if you’d be sprung free from a trap, you hurried to the door, eager to be free of this room, which felt like it had hardly enough air in it to breathe. You grasped the handle again when Tywin spoke one last time.

“And girl—” You froze, gripping the handle, breath caught in your throat, and the sudden anxiety gripped you that he would tell you to stay away from Oberyn Martell. But all he said was, “—shut the door behind you.”

—

You didn’t think you could stay away from Oberyn, even if Tywin had asked. It had quickly become a routine, him waiting across the path from the building which held your chambers. You clung ferociously onto the small shred of something predictable in the sea of chaos that this city had washed upon you.

As you tied your bodice behind you hastily, you craned your neck to look over at Sansa, where she was still nestled in the blankets behind you. Her side rose and fell softly in the rhythm of sleep. Padding over, you knelt down, pressing a light kiss against the crown of her head. She rustled momentarily among the sheets, but didn’t wake.

Oberyn was standing in the usual area, arm extended overhead to pry some fruit off a nearby tree. With a small grunt, he freed one that was round and reddish in colour — you were still so unfamiliar with the fruits that grew this far south.

Flashing you his enticing smile, he extended it out to you. You took it with gratitude, allowing him to loop your opposite arm through his. He was warm, the warmth of his skin radiating out as if he’d trapped the air of Dorne within his very body and brought it with him to King’s Landing.

He paraded you superficially through the garden paths lined with Lannister and Baratheon guards, their eyes smoothly looking over the pair of you, some giving small nods in greeting, used to the timely walks you took.

You took a turn down a hedge lined path, the green walls rising high above your heads, and the guard stationed near the next turn leaning back, his view obscured. Oberyn placed his hand gently at your back, pulling the branches back around the gap in the hedge you had found some days prior. You both slipped underneath.

The other side contained an obviously neglected portion of the gardens, some weeds overgrown and flowing out of their beds. Wildflowers had begun to bloom as well, their colours mismatched and vibrant, contrasting to those in the rest of the gardens that were tended to regularly. You much preferred these ones.

You sat on the nearby bench, tucking your skirts in around your legs, allowing the weight of the pretense of happiness to slip off, your shoulders relaxing. Oberyn sat beside you, his knee touching yours, heat radiating from the spot. You turned the still uneaten fruit over in your hands.

“You look far away today, little wolf,” he murmured. “Is it the King’s wedding?” He lightly brushed a lock of hair over your shoulder, fingers remaining to play with it.

“No,” you sighed. “Well, yes and no, I—” You paused, meeting his dark eyes. He stared back into you, waiting patiently. You wanted to lose yourself in his eyes, to dive in so deeply you could not see anything beyond them. “I spoke with Tywin Lannister.”

Something flashed in those eyes, briefly, but unmistakably. Still, he didn’t push you for any detail. He brought his hand down from your hair, settling it on your shoulder, thumb rubbing back and forth. It sat on the edge of your gown, and occasionally his skin came into contact with the skin near your neck. You suppressed a shudder at the feeling.

You finally broke eye contact with Oberyn, unable to look at him for the next words. “He intends for me to wed Jaime Lannister. As soon as he can convince him to leave the Kingsguard. Perhaps he will even overturn their oaths, so that Jaime can marry regardless …” You trailed off, shaking your head.

“What would you want? If you had the choice?” His eyes were warm when you looked back up, his brow furrowed. His free hand clenched where it sat in his lap.

“I don’t know, honestly, I … I thought I would be able to make these choices with my Father, but now—” You bit down on your lip harshly as a sob threatened to work its way up and out of your throat. Oberyn’s hands quickly came to cup your face, holding it steadily as you took deep breaths. “The Lannisters … have taken my home, my family. I don’t want to give them my future as well … there are so many things I don’t want Jaime Lannister to have.”

A few tears slipped down your cheeks, despite your best efforts. Oberyn gently swiped them away, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. You could feel his warm breath against your face, and it was pleasant, and smelled of the fruit filled Dornish wine he loved. His lips were tinted from it as well.

“Is there anything I can do, little wolf? I hate to see you this way,” he whispered to you, even though you were alone and shielded by so much greenery.

“Let me give you something,” your voice shook as you matched his whispered tone. “Before he can take it from me.” When your hands slid up to the back of his neck, you knew the implication was clear.

He swallowed thickly. “I do not want to take advantage of you when you are upset, little wolf.”

“Please.”

It was both a second and an eternity before he brought his lips to yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as his hands tightened on your face, guiding your head as your lips slid against one another.

After the first few presses, he stopped, though he didn’t pull back, your breath intermingling in the miniscule space between you. Your eyes were screwed shut, but you raked your hands up, into his hair. He gave a breathless laugh before crashing back into you, lips pressing insistently now, the taste of his sweet wine permeating into your mouth.

Firmly but gently, his lips pried yours open, hot breath pouring into your mouth, filling your lungs. You felt yourself begin to shake with the intimacy of it. It felt as if he were providing you a new sense of life itself, with every touch, every breath, every sound he made. You had no idea how long it had been.

He swiped his tongue, wet and hot, over your lower lip, before taking it between his teeth, pulling it with him as he finally retreated from you.

With a heavy sigh, he reached an arm around your waist, resting his cheek against yours, and you lamented that you couldn’t see his eyes. You couldn’t even imagine the storms within them now.

You breathed heavily against his cheek, winded as though you’d been practicing your riding. You pressed him tighter against you, turning to plant a kiss onto the edge of his beard. His free hand twisted up into your hair.

“Thank you.”

—

Your hands drifted through the copper strands of Sansa’s hair, twisting the locks delicately around each other, as your mother had taught you. You smiled as you recalled how Sansa used to sit for hours, just letting you practice braiding in her hair, happy to receive attention and affections.

By the Gods, she had changed.

You pushed the thought aside as your hands left her, and you leaned over to peck her cheek, which had been dusted with rouge. “You look beautiful.”

Sansa wouldn’t meet your eyes in the mirror, staring at her own hands curled in her lap. You laid your hands on her shoulders, squeezing lightly.

“Sansa … this is a day to celebrate. Because you are not the one marrying him.” She looked up to meet your gaze, her eyes brimming with conflicted emotions.

“But they made me marry his uncle. A man decades my senior, an imp, I …” She shook her head. “He hasn’t hurt me, but that doesn’t mean he won’t. Joffrey had to have gotten his sense of cruelty from somewhere.”

Your hands tightened where they held her. “I will never let him touch you. Or anyone, Sansa. I mean that.”

She stood, shaking off your grip. She was taller than you now, all long lines and elegant neck and the deep, irreconcilable sadness of her eyes.

You wondered if she saw that in yours, too.

“And what if you’re not there?”

You wanted to tell her that you always would be, that no force of man or the Gods could take you from her. But the words caught in your throat. The words your mother and father had told you, as well. Words that had proven not to be true, in the end.

A knock on the door from Shae saved you from the moment. She escorted you out into the bright southern morning. Everyone you passed seemed to have an extra bounce in their step, an extra swing to their arms, extra wide smiles on their faces. Apparently it didn’t matter how awful the King was, if there was still a wedding to throw.

You had to admit the attitude was infectious. And a well needed relief, after the months you had spent waking in terror, your dreams filled with your sister being married to King Joffrey, irreversibly tied to him by the laws of Gods and men.

The King’s breakfast was being held in the gardens, in full bloom now and having been prepared for weeks for this event. A long table sat as the clear focal piece of the area; Tywin, Cersei, and Cersei’s young son Tommen sat there already. Cersei and her father were discussing something in a low voice, despite the loud levels of ambient noise.

A chill shot down your spine as Tywin’s sharp eyes fell upon you, and you looked away quickly.

“This way, my lady,” Shae urged Sansa towards the direction of the King’s table, and you gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as she left your side.

It was clear the breakfast would not be starting until the King arrived, so you wandered the elaborately decorated area.

Everything seemed to drip in gold, the sheer grandeur of it all overwhelming to your eyes. Tables were laden with every type of fruit and cheese you’d seen since arriving in King’s Landing, and some you hadn’t seen. You spotted one of the red, sweet fruits that Oberyn had picked for you the other day.

“Lady Stark.” Jaime Lannister approached where you stood, hands awkwardly clasping behind his back. You’d heard the rumours from the maids that he’d returned from captivity with one less hand. You hoped Robb had been the one to take it.

“My lord,” you greeted, giving a shallow curtsy. You weren’t exactly sure what the appropriate address was for a man who was not your betrothed but likely would be once he bent to his father’s will.

“Are you enjoying the … uh …” He swallowed. He gestured with one hand — a flesh one — to the surroundings. “... festivities?”

You nodded. “Yes, it’s all very beautiful. You must be very happy to be here to see the King marry.” You knew the words came out somewhat clipped, tense, but you could do little to smooth them.

“I— well yes, it’s been…” He trailed off, clearing his throat. His eyes shifted around the area, seeming like they didn’t want to settle on you where you stood. “I … I know this is no consolation, but I admired your mother. She was a strong woman. A strong mother.”

Swallowing thickly, you cast your eyes down to the table, hand clenching at your side, eyes burning suddenly with the weight of his words.

He started to flounder, obviously putting together that this was not the right thing to say, but before he could sputter himself into a frenzy, a warm hand slid over the small of your back.

“Lady Stark, I was in search of your company.” Oberyn was there, his hand a steady weight against you, reassuring. “If you will excuse me, Ser Jaime.” He flashed a dashing smile at Jaime, who nodded eagerly for relief.

“Thank you,” you sighed, as he led you away from the buffet table. He stopped you once you’d reached a round dining table, which you assumed he’d been seated at. Turning you slightly, he placed a hand to your cheek, looking at you intently. Heat rose to your face as you wondered who was watching.

“Was he bothering you?” he asked, his voice impossibly low.

You shook your head, eyes unable to tear away from his. “No, no, he was just … no.”

For a moment you both stood there, unable to move, until a serving aide passed close by, snapping the tension like a matchstick. Oberyn’s hand left you, pulling out a chair for you. He sat beside you, posture relaxed as he poured goblets of wine, the sweet aroma wafting from the cups. He placed one in front of you, noticing your brief hesitation.

“Do you drink wine?” He smirked, watching as you held it beneath your nose.

“I have tried it, but …” You eyed the contents. It was dark in colour, so rich you couldn’t see through the liquid to the bottom of the cup. “At feasts in Winterfell. I always thought it tasted vile.”

He laughed at that, his head thrown back, and you admired the column of his neck, the golden skin, the muscles you could see move beneath the skin, the smattering of stubble that came down from his beard. You wanted to run your lips up it.

“Try it,” he insisted, bringing his own goblet to his lips. “They do not know how to make wine in the North. A Dornish wine will change your life.”

You smiled at him over your cup, raising it to taste the drink. Sweetness bloomed on your tongue, filling your mouth with tastes of fruits you’d had and fruits you never could have imagined. Heat seemed to follow its trail down your throat.

“Do you like it?” He smiled at you. His hand casually reached up, trailing up and down your arm.

“Oberyn …” You eyed his hand wearily. You couldn’t bring yourself to push it away, but you knew it was too bold of him to touch you so knowingly in the open. At the King’s wedding breakfast, no less.

He was interrupted in whatever he was going to say by the arrival of the King, who settled at the head table, where Tyrion had joined Sansa. A line of lords, ladies, and nobles brought forth gifts of all kinds. Oberyn rested his arm on the back of your chair. A goblet from Mace Tyrell, graciously accepted. A book from Tyrion, which Joffrey scoffed at.

You could feel the tension roll off of Oberyn in waves as the Mountain approached the table. You placed a hand on his thigh underneath the table, where no one could see, squeezing there. He carried a sword, which he placed on the head table. Tywin stood.

“One of only two Valyrian steel swords in the capital, your Grace, freshly forged in your honour.”

Valyrian steel. Freshly forged.

The words were ringing in your head as Joffrey excitedly unsheathed the sword, swinging it wildly.

“Such a great sword should have a name. What should I call her?”

Calls came out from the crowd around you.

“Stormbringer!”

“Terminus!”

“Widow’s Wail!”

“Wolfsbane!”

Your breathing was heavy.

Joffrey smirked. “Widow’s Wail. I like that. Every time I use it, it’ll be cutting off Ned Stark’s head all over again.”

You shut your eyes, hand unintentionally grasping tighter onto Oberyn’s leg. He gently pried your fingers off, and you turned to apologize, but he just flipped your hand over, intertwining your fingers, hidden under the table covering.

And as you looked at him, you thought you could see that same irreconcilable sadness in his eyes, too.

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ladyofthearbor · 2 years

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.(tba)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ↴

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : open

please send requests through asks, and feel free to be specific, it helps me a lot

unless the story is an oc x character my default is a fem!reader, if you want gender neutral please specify!!

i am a minor so i don’t feel comfortable writing smut and please don’t request it

so sorry if i disappear for a while sometimes, school’s a bitch

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ↴

GOLDEN TRIO ERA

⤷ harry potter

⤷ hermione granger

⤷ ronald weasley

⤷ fred weasley

⤷ george weasley

⤷ percy weasley

⤷ draco malfoy

⤷ pansy parkinson

⤷ lavender brown

⤷ parvati patil

⤷ padma patil

⤷ luna lovegood

⤷ cedric diggory

⤷ charlotte chang

⤷ dudley dursley

HPHM ERA

⤷ penny haywood

⤷ charlie weasley

⤷ bill weasley

⤷ jae kim

⤷ ben copper

⤷ ismelda murk

⤷ talbott winger

⤷ badeea ali

ASOIAF/GAME OF THRONES

⤷ eddard stark

⤷ brandon stark

⤷ robb stark

⤷ sansa stark

⤷ jon snow

⤷ theon greyjoy

⤷ asha greyjoy

⤷ euron “croweye” greyjoy

⤷ tywin lannister

⤷ tyrion lannister

⤷ bronn

⤷ jaime lannister

⤷ brienne of tarth(familial/platonic only)

⤷ petyr baelish

⤷ lothor brune

⤷ stannis baratheon

⤷ davos seaworth

⤷ margaery tyrell

⤷ elinor tyrell(platonic only bc i ship her and alyn too much)

⤷ alla tyrell

⤷ megga tyrell

⤷ willas tyrell

⤷ edmure tully

⤷ catelyn tully-stark

⤷ ramsay snow

⤷ roose bolton

⤷ wylla manderly

⤷ wynafryd manderly

⤷ any oc you like from one of my fics

STAR WARS

⤷ padme amidala

⤷ obi wan kenobi

⤷ sebulba /j

⤷ poe dameron

⤷ finn

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⤷ captain phasma(platonic only)

⤷ rose tico

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ETERNALS

⤷ ikaris

⤷ sersi

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⤷ druig

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⤷ kingo

WHAT IF…?

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⤷ stephen strange(4)

⤷ strange supreme(4, 8, 9)

⤷ sharon carter(5)

⤷ t’challa(2, 9)

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⤷ nebula(7)

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⤷ natasha romanoff(3)

⤷ natasha romanoff(8, 9)

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crowkingwrites · 6 years

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Happy Birthday, Babygirl

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Reader

Fic Request: I have a birthday soon and I wondered whether you could write something with Ramsay Bolton (preferably school!AU with smut because I freaking loved Halloween one-shot) making fem!reader a b-day gift? Thank you xx

Summary: Ramsay makes plans out something for your birthday. He makes you a gift, and it leads into very naughty things.

Words: 2254

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12655065

Author’s Note: this work is related to a previous one-shot. (Dreadfort) You don’t have to read it to understand it, but if you wanna there it is.

Wednesday Afternoon. 3pm. West High School. Your Locker.

You opened your locker door to collect your things to go home. You put two textbooks and three notebooks into your bag and zipped it up. Then, your locker closed before you. You looked at a cut-up hand which was connected to an arm with a sharpie-written note on it that said ‘babygirl was here’.

“Hi you,” you smiled at Ramsay. Ramsay smiled back and kissed you passionately.

“I hate that we only have one class together,” he said. “I miss you all morning, and then I only see you for history and then you’re gone again.” He grabbed your hand and both of you walked out together towards his used car.

“It could be worse, we could have zero classes together,” you noted. He nodded and stared off in the distance. “What’s wrong?”

You looked in the same direction to see your ex-boyfriend glaring at the two of you. His hands were in his pockets and his two friends were trying to smoke and old cigarette they had found. Ramsay’s eyes never left his.

“Hey, we’re together now, remember?” you nudged him. “You don’t need to worry about him anymore.”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” you watched Ramsay play with his switchblade. “He acts like I’m the villain here. Like I took you away from him.”

“Well, you did threaten to cut his throat open if he didn’t do as you said.”

“He cheated on you.”

“You smeared your own blood on his face.”

“He fucking deserved it, the fucking cunt,” Ramsay opened his passenger side door and let you in. He went over to the other side and turned on the car. “Let’s not talk about him anymore. Let’s talk about how someone’s birthday is in two days.” He smiled and rubbed your knee.

“I told you that we don’t have to make a big deal out of this.”

“And I told you that I’m not a very good listener,” Ramsay’s smirk cut into your stomach. Even after the haunted house and the first date, he still gave you butterflies. “I’m planning something.”

“No, please no parties,” you told him concerned. He shook his head.

“It’s not a party. Besides, I hate everyone except you. I don’t do parties. This is something for just you and me, alright?” You nodded your head.

“So, what are we doing then?”

Ramsay hummed. “It’s a surprise. All I need you to do is be ready at 6pm on Friday. I’ll pick you up then.”

“What? Well, that’s not fair,” you scoffed. Ramsay’s car pulled up to your house.

“Babygirl, when did I ever say I was fair?” Ramsay teased as he kissed your cheek goodbye. You left still playfully scowling at him. Ramsay had been so sweet to you ever since you two had started going out. You knew his reputation at school, and you knew where he got those cuts and bruises.

He wasn’t the friendliest person at school, but he wasn’t the ‘lone wolf school shooter’ either. He was better than that. He wouldn’t waste a single breath on anyone there, but for some reason he was always breathless around you.

After your first date with him, he told you that he loved you. When he first kissed you at school, people started rumors about the two of you. Your ex spat out how he tapped that first, and Ramsay could get sloppy seconds. Ramsay then punched his nose and keyed his car. He was intense, vicious, and somewhat off, but you felt the same.

You logged onto your laptop to do homework, but you ended up searching Ramsay’s Facebook, twitter, etc. for any hints of what he could be planning.

Friday Evening. 5:55pm. Your House. Front Door.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You wore an oversized sweater with a miniskirt and tights with brand new shoes that your aunt had bought you.

You took several selfies because dammit you felt cute and it needed to be documented until you heard three loud knocks at the door. Before you could get to it, your father opened the door.

“Mr. Bolton,” he greeted Ramsay.

“Evening, sir,” Ramsay smirked. “And how are you this evening?”

“Fine,” your father wasn’t the biggest fan of the Boltons, particularly Roose and Ramsay. Roose had been one of the most successful lawyers on the northern side of the city. However, Roose bribed and lied his way to get there. Ramsay…well, Ramsay was self-explanatory.

“Good, I’ve come to fetch your daughter for the evening,” Ramsay attempted to look at you until your father blocked the way.

“Dad!” you called out to him.

“Listen here, boy,” your father invaded Ramsay’s space. Ramsay still smiled at him. You knew he was probably thinking of different ways to maim your father. “That’s my girl. Respect her. Take good care of her. Understand?”

“I understand,” Ramsay smiled. Next thing you knew, Ramsay tied a blindfold on you and took away your phone. He drove down and up streets. Lefts, rights, and you could have sworn at least one illegal u-turn.

“Where are we going?” you asked him.

“Somewhere.”

“Somewhere? Somewhere is not a place.”

“Somewhere over the rainbow is place,” Ramsay pointed out. You could hear him smirking and you wanted to punch his arm. You felt the car slow down and come to a stop. “Wait here.”

Ramsay came around the car, opened the door, and took your hand. He guided you out of the car and towards to wherever he took you. You didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary, but you did feel concrete underneath your shoes.

You heard a clinking of keys, and then a door creaking open. Your shoes heard hardwood floor and the air felt cold, but you were definitely inside somewhere. Ramsay kept leading you forward until you heard another door open and you felt more cold air.

“We’re here,” he told you. He carefully took off your blindfold and you opened your eyes and gasped. Plants were overgrown from their pots and planters. Vines stretched to the glass ceiling. None of the glass was broken, but it was weathered and old. String lights were hung strategically throughout the greenhouse. In the center of it all was an old mattress with blankets a pillows tossed onto it.

You walked towards the set-up. “An abandoned greenhouse?”

“Sort of,” Ramsay shrugged and smiled. “I’ve been keeping my eye on this place for a while. I know you didn’t want a party, so I thought it would be nice to be somewhere alone together.”

“You set this all up for me?”

Ramsay nodded his head, and set down his bag. He took out a small box. It was narrow and thin. “And I did this.”

You took the small box and opened it. Pink tissue paper and something smelling of roses greeted you. As soon as you unwrapped it, you took it out. It was your own switchblade. The handle was a light pink and the silver was polished. You pressed the button and it revealed the blade. It was sharp and you could see your reflection in the side. You flipped it over to other side to see the word ‘BabyGirl’ engraved into it.

“I know it’s not a conventional gift for a girl, but I put a lot of work into it. I really wanted you to have just like mine, and I—

Your lips met Ramsay’s which caught him by shock. Your arms wrapped around his neck and into his hair. Ramsay’s body went back on the mattress letting you take control. Ramsay kissed you back with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. One hand went immediately to your chest, the other went around your neck. He held on tight.

Your mouth moved against his, and your tongue went into his mouth. You were surprised by how much control he was letting you have. After all the times he defended you, where he dominated, or where he sassed or teased you, Ramsay let you do as you pleased.

Ramsay’s fingers trailed along the edges of your oversized sweater. He pulled it over your head, and you continued to kiss him, barely allowing him to breathe. His hands went down to your skirt. Tugging and pulling at it. He wanted you to take it off, but you had a better idea.

You took the switchblade and pointed it to his neck. The blade barely touched his throat. You straddled him. “Baby girl,” he growled. “You plan to use that on me?”

“Unless you take your shirt off than yes, I plan to,” you teased him. Ramsay moved up, forcing you to get off of him. He slipped off his shirt. His toned abs had a few cuts on them. You stood up. Ramsay’s hands went under your skirt and two of his fingers rested on your opening. You put the blade on his throat again. “Did I say it was okay to touch there?”

“No, you didn’t,” Ramsay smirked. “You gonna punish me for that?” You felt tension building up. You wanted to pierce his flesh so badly, but you also wanted him to disobey you. Ramsay was impatient, and his two finger inserted inside of you. He petted the walls of your vagina, and a wetness started to drip through your underwear.

You kissed Ramsay again, and started to unzip his pants. They fell to the ground, and his bulge was showing. He was clearly enjoying this. Your hand ran over it, feeling how big he was. Ramsay’s fingers left your panties and went into his mouth.

“Oh no,” he moaned. “You taste good.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked him.

“That means I’m afraid I’m going to have to disrespect daddy’s little girl,” Ramsay started to rip at your skirt. The fabric tore stitch by stitch.

“You want to do bad things to me?”

“God, fuck yes I do,” Ramsay’s mouth salivated at the thought of you. You held out the blade to him.

“Take your clothes off,” you threatened. Ramsay took off the rest of his clothes. His hands ready to grab you. You placed the blade at the side of his head. The tip pierced the flesh below his ear. You saw red drip down his neck.

“Let me have you,” he told you. His blue eyes piercing you. “Let me at it.”

You hummed, smirking. “I don’t know if you’re worthy of me.” You laughed in his face. Ramsay’s blade came at your throat faster than you anticipated. His smirk grew, but you kept a straight face.

“Don’t tease me, babygirl,” Ramsay said as his blade ripped open your tights giving him access to your panties. “Give me what I want.”

His blade touched you down there. Your blade touched his throat. It appeared you both were at an impasse. Ramsay’s eyes widened when your blade pressed into his skin.

“I’ll give you what you want when you give me what I want. It’s my birthday, not yours,” you put him in his place.

“Tell me,” he immediately said. Your eyes pointed down, and he went to work. Ramsay took off the remnants of your skirt and tore your tights open more. He stretched your panties away from your skin, and his blade cut that open too.

His tongue played with your clit first, circling around it. His tongue then explored your folds. He sucked and bit you earning him moans and squeals from you. Ramsay’s mouth then licked you back and forth creating more wetness from you. You were dripping, some of it went down your legs.

He pushed you down on the mattress. Ramsay’s body towered over you and before you could say anything, he put his blade at your throat and his dick inside of you.

“Ramsay!” you screamed and then giggled. He felt good. Ramsay thrusted inside of you using one hand on you to keep you still. You felt how hard he was. He moved within you so hard. There was nothing gentle or sweet about him anymore. He threw his blade away and pulled your hair, earning him more name calling from you. “Ugh, fuck me harder.”

“With pleasure,” he responded by increasing his speed. Ramsay bent over you more. You bit his ear, increasing pain to the torn flesh more. He groaned and fucked you harder. You felt your release coming. It bubbled up inside of you.

You thought of your fluids dripping on your legs. You thought of Ramsay filling your hole and fucking it over and over. Ramsay pulled your hair more and groaned into your ar. “Cum for me, birthday girl. Fucking do it, cum for me.”

You felt yourself unwind and your eyes roll back. Your legs shook, and waves of pleasure went over your whole body. Feeling your release, Ramsay pulled out and released himself all over you. Your stomach covered in his cum. Ramsay collapsed next to you and both of you tried to catch your breath. The blood below Ramsay’s ear was drying. Your sweat-covered bodies felt the cold air again.

“Happy birthday,’ Ramsay said in between gasps for air. You turned to him and kissed his cut.

“Thank you,” you told him.

“Did you like your present?” he asked.

“Which one?” you giggled. Ramsay caught on and laughed with you. You turned your body to his and kissed him gently on his jawline. Your bodies entangled on the mattress in the greenhouse.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 6 years

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Ramsay Bolton/Snow x Fem!Lannister Reader

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King's Landing was busier than usual,being a fine Spring day,and Sandor Clegane,again,had to take care of the oldest Baratheon child, Y/N,who kept pulling on his hand to walk with her through the gardens. Her golden blonde hair kept swaying as she twirled in the divine light of the Sun,her giggles rang out like lullabies,which made Sandor chuckle softly at her childish behaviour. He knew,however,that despite her innocent and lovely appearance,her deep,emerald eyes held only mischief and cunning. She,like her mother and grandfather,was a true Lioness,despite her 'Baratheon' title. She was stubborn,and everytime someone would call her by her proper name,she'd offer a poisonous grin and correct them.

"Y/N Lannister,if you please."

The girl was the epitome of freedom,a powerful feline who manages to trick everyone into letting her do whatever she pleases,and therefore,she's either out with her beloved Guard dog,or inside,bugging into the Kingdom affairs,much to Tyrion's amusement.

And just imagine the shocked faces of Robert's advisors when they saw his daughter sitting on his leg,reading a book,and when she heard a rather disagreeable statement,she'd refute in a second,shocking everyone.

Y/N:Come on,Sandor,loosen up a bit!It's such a gorgeous day,it'd be a pity to be all grouchy~! Sandor:Sorry,little song bird,but being a Sunflower isn't my thing. Y/N:Dear Sandor,I am a Lioness,not a useless song bird,but you are excused.However,you won't be excused from missing out a nice dance with me! Sandor:Don't be ridiculous,girl,I'm your guard,not some fancy shit lord. Y/N:*chuckles* You are Sir Woof Woof,whatever do you mean~? Sandor:You're crossing a fine line there,girl,I'd pay attention if I were ya. Y/N:And what are you going to do,sweet Sandor?Bite me? Sandor:Sometimes I wonder who's a bigger cunt. Y/N:Joffrey.Always Joffrey.Definitely Joffrey.He doesn't care about you like I do~. Sandor:And he doesn't use me like you do either. Y/N:Oh,Sandor,your words cut me deeper than the Marianna Trench.Honestly,you must know my intentions of dancing with you are purer than the first snow of the year! Sandor:It hasn't snowed in King's Landing since the last Winter. Y/N:*giggles*Then...I want to see the North!Don't the Starks always say how Winter is coming?Oh,Sandor,I've never seen snow!It must be so beautiful!I am quite tired of this golden landscape,it's so old-fashioned!Silver is the new trend! Sandor:You might like snow,but only when you first see it.It's like a gorgeous enchantress,but sly and deadly,much like you. Y/N:*arranges her hair*Oh dear,that was so poetic of you,sweet Sandor!If I were to go to the North,would you come and crown me the Queen of Winter? Sandor:Snow is much better than fire,anyways. Y/N:*gleams*SWEET!I shall talk to uncle Tyrion at once!I overheard my lord father when he was talking to someone from the Small Council.Apparently,Jon Arryn died mysteriously,and he wants Ned Stark as the new Hand of the King~!Do you know what that means~? Sandor:Oh great,more death in the City of Death,how unexpected. Y/N:Call it Murderville.But I wonder...why did they call it "King's Landing"?Is here the place where Kings just...land?Fall?To their death?*gasps*Oh no,it's raining Kings! Sandor:How childish...it almost fooled me. Y/N:Come on,Sandor,relax.Let's go to a pub,and I'll treat you to all the ale you wish!Just smile for me~! Sandor:Not bloody likely,little song bird.But I'll take your offer,for now.After you.

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After talking to the right people,she convinced her father to ride on a horse along her beloved Hound on the way to the North,which was oddly entertaining for the both of them,much to the displeasure of her mother and brother. When they arrived,however,they were not only expected by the Starks,but another noble house- House of Bolton.

The girl quickly asked her friend about the Boltons,not having heard much about them,and found out a few details about the Lord,Roose Bolton,and his bastard son,Ramsay,who's treated just like his legal son. Much to the dismay of every existing courtesy,seeing Ned Stark,she jumps off her horse and runs to hug the said man. Most of the ones witnessing the act were horrified,while the others were quite impressed,much like the youngest Stark daughter,and a certain Bolton.

Y/N:Uncle Ned!It's so good to see you again!Oh,how I've missed you so dearly!And now that I'm finally here,I get to meet your children!I'm so excited! Ned:*ruffles her hair*Welcome to Winterfell,my Princess.These are my children,though they are a bit younger than you,I believe you will enjoy their company. Robert:Ned Stark,you look much older.The cold sure took its toll on you. Ned:And you got significantly fatter.Is it the privilege of being a King? Y/N:*giggles*You sure are best friends! Robert:*laughs*Ned Stark,my greatest friend,and Y/N Baratheon,my dearest daughter.Might I say,she reminds me so much of Lyanna... Y/N:*confused*I don't know who Lyanna was,but she must have been a truly amazing woman. Robert:Y/N,go play with the others,I and Ned have some catching up to do. Y/N:Yes,father~!Have fun!

She got her siblings and they all introduced each other merrily or shily,and then went to play together. Arya,Myrcella and Sansa were cheering as Tommen and Bran were sparring. The young lioness,on the other hand,noticed the older Bolton boy staying lonely and observing the youngsters. Being a princess,she got in front of him and smiled brightly at him,surprising him.

Y/N:*extends hand*Hello,I heard your name is Ramsay,it is nice to meet you!I am Y/N Lannister.

Ramsay,however,smiled charmingly at her,and kneeling in front of her,he took her hand delicately and kissed it,making her cover her mouth lightly and giggle,a light blush blooming on her pale cheeks. She was used to having people be court with her,but never this... Charming. She gently put her hand on his hair,then caressed his pale visage,smiling softly.

Ramsay:It is my honour of meeting you,Your Grace. Y/N:Honestly,Ramsay,please get up,there is no need to go this far.I'm nothing important,just another Southern girl.Forget of my titles and enjoy our time together.Shall we? Ramsay:My lady's wish is my command. Y/N:Ramsay~ Ramsay:Yes,my lady, Y/N: Just Y/N is fine,please.

He chuckled lightly and went to the group of younger children along with the fair princess. Obviously enough,Tommen lost against Bran,and the next round was Robb versus Joffrey. Much to the annoyance of the young blond,the only one cheering for him was Sansa. Robb obviously beat him up easily,but when he turned around to put back the sparring sword,Joffrey ran to attack him. To his dismay,his older sister grabbed the sword from Tommen's grasp and easily parried his blow. When the two swords collided,everyone but Joff,who growled angrily,gasped. The girl smirked victorious and easily disarmed him.

Y/N:*grins*That wasn't very honorable of you,younger brother,now,was it~?Is this how you were raised? Joff:Don't cross me,sister!

The girl was japing and taunting him further,until Robert and Ned came by,and seeing the scene unfold,rushed over.

Robert:Were you fighting again? Y/N:No,papa,but I wanted to play fight too,and one of the boys volunteered~! Robert:Are you sure you didn't beat Joffrey at sparring again? Ned:Robb? Robb:Father... Y/N:*giggles*Busted~! Ned:At this age,Lyanna was beating me up too... Robert:At this age,everyone was beating you at sparring,Ned. Y/N:*bows*What can I say,I trained with the best in the Seven Kingdoms. Robert:*laughs*She has the Baratheon fury in her blood!Look at her!Who did you train with? Y/N:Woof~

The King was confused,until Sandor Clegane handed her Joffrey's discarded sword,and patted her back,then barked,smirking proudly.

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That night,at the feast,Y/N had both bastards sit with them at the table,making everything more chaotic than it was.

After Arya threw lemon cakes at Sansa,making her cry,Lady Catelyn made them both go to sleep.

During the commotion,Ramsay whispered a nice plan in Y/N's ear,making her slip away unnoticed,and meeting the older bastard outside,in the freezing cold.

Y/N:Why,Ramsay,whatever do you wish to show me? Ramsay:It's your first time in the North,is it not,my Princess? Y/N:It is,but it is not the first time I'd correct you. Ramsay:My apologies.I only wished to show you the North's beauty,at its finest.Nevertheless,it will always pale in comparison to you. Y/N:*giggles*Oh dear,if I had a golden dragon for everytime I've heard that,I'd be rich. Ramsay:Aren't you,already? Y/N:Borrowing money from the Braavosi Bank doesn't make you rich. Ramsay:The affairs of King's Landing are much too troublesome and confusing,so I will not bother with it. Y/N:Neither should you~.

As they walked and chatted,the girl started trembling from the freezing cold,and even her voice became shaky,making Ramsay chuckle and put his furs tightly around her. She tried to protest,arguing that he will get cold too,but he merely smiled and pointed out that Northmen are cold resistant. Getting to a high peak,the girl was left awestruck at the godly landscape in front of her.

Having started snowing,the dark blue sky suddenly lit up with thousands of powerful coloured lights,dancing and sparkling. The young lioness was gleaming and cheering,more enthusiastic than she had ever been before in her life time,and much to his shock,she hugged him tightly,thanking him. The young bastard was rooted to the spot,not having expected such a physical act of pure affection and warmth from one that is supposedly a mere stranger in his eyes. Having grown up as a bastard and with only his father,in a cold and harsh environment,he never experienced any emotion that would make his heart leap,and not from fear.

Instinctively,he wrapped his arms tightly around the frail girl's frame,protectively,and unconsciously smiled,seeing her happiness. All his life,he's only witness dread,hate,torture,sadness,rage,misery...but this time,it seemed like a light of hope appeared in front of him. A light of purity that seemed to fill him... And he couldn't seem to get enough of it. He was greedy.

Big snowflakes were slowly falling,and with that,they knitted a crown of crystals in her golden hair,sparkling,making her look like a true Queen. And that's what he was going to do. He'll make her his Queen. All those playthings he's had his fun with were dirty,unclean,disgustingly plain,worthy of being tainted and abused. But her... This young lioness... He was going to preserve her purity and innocence... All to himself.

Being already late enough,he picked her up bridal style and walked her home,promising to take her there each night.

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The true reason why the Boltons were at the Starks to greet the King and his family was so Roose could ask for a favour and legitimize his son,so he could one day inherit the rights of the House,which,with little persuasion,Papa Baratheon agreed (much to his daughter's glee).

Without even realizing,when she got home,she started telling Uncle Tyrion of all the nice stories she shared with Ramsay during that little amount of time,and seeing his sweet niece so happy,he decided to make up an elaborate plan and make her dream come true,as much as possible. Since Ned Stark kindly refused the Hand of the King position,saying that his kin must always remain in the North,her father had no other wise option but to trust Tyrion,yet another Lannister. And thus,he organised frequent trips to the North,giving her the role of the Ambassador of the Seven Kingdoms,and along with her dear Hound,they'd travel all day long.

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One beautiful day of Spring,the golden maiden was taking a stroll through the forest,enjoying a light conversation with her potential paramour,when she noticed a few changes in his behaviour.

Slightly more affectionate acts

More compliments More smiles More protectiveness

And all this made the girl smirk-but she had to keep her façade,still.

Y/N:Why,sweet Ramsay,if I didn't know better,I would have said you might be...courting me~? Ramsay:And if I were to admit my crime,what would you do,My Princess? Y/N:I do not know,my dear.Your punishment might depend on the gravity of your actions~. Ramsay:But would Your Grace be merciful if this one would dare to be so bold and ask for her hand in marriage? Y/N:Honestly,I hope you are not jesting,for it would be quite a pity otherwise. Ramsay:I may love japing,but not about this subject,for I am thoroughly serious.Princess Y/N Lannister,would you allow me to be the happiest man in Westeros and become my sweet wife? Y/N:But are we not too young for this,sweet Ramsay?This is very serious,and if we don't take in account everything that might occur- Ramsay:There is no rush,so do not fret,my love.All in due time,and everything will be resolved. Y/N:Ramsay...I have only one request,before everything...and it might sound weird but... Ramsay:What is bothering you,my sweetling? Y/N:So far,we have only ever done and discussed mine own passions,but I know nothing of yours.I wish to know everything about you before I take such an important decision.Therefore...*smiles*next time you flay someone,please call me to assist you. Ramsay:*hesitant*I...am not sure how that will influence or affect your final decision,however,if this is your sincere request,and you will not be bothered by any illicit or nefarious deed I might do...then by all means,you are my guest even now.The Dreadfort has enough prisoners to last a lifetime. Y/N:*grins*Thank you for trusting me,my dear.Now,let us prepare for an entertaining activity~!

He chuckled at her and during the whole week,he showed her the dungeons,the flaying,the torture,and the hunts,in which she was greatly interested,and asked to join as well. It was a great shock for the man,who never expected such a pure golden light to enjoy and embrace his darkness,but he felt more and more attracted to her. He was lost in the well of light that engulfed her,and swore solemnly that he would make sure no harm ever comes to his angelic saviour. He will protect her from anything and anyone that might wish her ill,despite being loved by the Realm. He was now Lord Ramsay Bolton,son of Roose Bolton,and rightful heir,and he would make sure Y/N Lannister,his golden lioness,is going to love him forever.

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All the time alone,he tried to straighten his priorities,all while still enjoying his release with Myranda,but truly,he felt rather bored of the plain girl. Nevertheless,she was the only woman worthy of keeping around for such deeds,for he would never dare taint his paramour,sent by the loving Maiden to be his light during the darkest times. He just needed her near him,to touch him with those soft and delicate hands,to gaze at him with her forest green eyes,full of love and admiration,to rest his head on her lap,by the calming river,as she played with his dark hair,and would sing some foreign song she'd hear from the travelling singers.

All of these seemed like the sweetest Utopia,which quickly broke when he realised days and weeks passed,and upon the turning moon,she hadn't returned. Gravely worried and not having received any word or letter from the South,he quickly mounted and got a few trusted members of the Bastard's Boys,and went for a private audience at the court.

But much to everyone's horror,he found out that the girl departed two weeks prior and was expected to arrive soon. Because the King specifically requested the Hound to guard his other three children during a very important meeting,the girl took with her other knights on the journey- Proving unsuccessful. Cersei was the first to go hysterical,being her mother,and ordered Varys and Maester Qyburn to gather as much intel as possible. Tyrion,thinking of a shrewd plan,sent word to Bronn to search around all low-life building and find anything useful. Within the week,they haven't found out much,which shook the whole Realm- Until a strange Raven arrived,and with it,a barely readable scrap of parchment tied to its leg.

"Save twins frey flay me save"

The paper had drops of blood and liquid that could only be tears,and the writing was as messy and shaky at it could get,but at least they had a lead,false or not. What would the Freys have against the poor girl,though? Ramsay returned to the North to tell the problem to the Starks and call all their bannermen,to aid the cause of the kidnapped Princess,and great was everyone's shock and rage when they found out the circumstances of such a horrible crime against the Crown.

In less than a Fortnight,an endless army,lead by Jaime,Ned and Ramsay went against the Lord of the Twins,the abominable Walder Frey,who kept the Lioness in his basement dungeon. After an outright war,the young Bolton's Bastard Boys managed to sneak inside and raid the castle,searching around the dungeons,until the sharp hearing of the anxious brunet heard a soft whimpering from one of the cells. Gently opening the door,he saw his golden maiden all bloody and broken,struggling to breathe,and tied up on a wooden X table,made to resemble the Bolton flaying methods.

His breathe hitched in his throat as he sat there,rooted on the spot,unable to breathe,due to the burning rage. He could only see red in front of him,as damaging thoughts were attacking his sanity.Shaking,he could only think of the answerless questions that kept swarming his head. why her? why like this? what had he done wrong? was he not worthy of happiness or love? No...He had to save his beloved angel sent to him by her Maiden God as a gift... The only gift he’s ever got. The only gift he’d ever need..

Regaining himself,he quickly cut off her restraints and caught her as she fell like a feather in his arms. Seeing his only means of sanity damaged and tainted,he swore eternal revenge and cursed the whole family tree of the wretched House of Frey.

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Days later,the girl,treated by the best Maesters brought from Oldtown,managed to remain stable,but she wouldn't leave her room,nor accept any visitors. Instead,the maids would have to leave the food trays in front of the door,and relatives would have to write letters and shove them under the door,hoping-in vain-to receive a reply.

But she felt disgusted. Wretched. Tainted. She wasn't what she wanted to be. And what frustrated most,is that the true Mastermind's identity was known to her,but she just couldn't seem to remember. It was someone she knew very well... Someone she saw often at the court in King's Landing... Someone she obviously knew not to trust... But who was to be trusted in that God-Forsaken place?

knock knock knock . . .

knock knock knock

Ramsay:Love,I know you're there.I know you want to hide,but you're worrying everyone.I am not one to beg,and you know it,but open the door. Y/N:Go away... Ramsay:Don't make me break down the door. Y/N:Leave... Ramsay:My sanity is going to disappear if I don't see you soon.I can't breathe,I can't think,I can't control my anger around anyone,not even my own father. Y/N:You won't like me anymore... Ramsay:There is nothing in this world that will make me not love you.

With a soft whimper,she put her hand on the handle and opened it,still hiding behind the door,and looking down,avoiding any eye-contact. Upon seeing her,he dropped to his knees and embraced her torso,trying to calm himself. The whole scene unfolded like a bad tragedy mummers’ show,and she put her bandaged hand on his tired and desperate visage,just like in the old,happy days that passed way too soon. He kissed her hands,all her knuckles and fingers,then raised and kissed her forehead,hugging her properly and holding her tight.

The girl had had her fingernails peeled away,a cut on her face,slightly damaging her eye,and multiple cuts along her limbs,along with obvious malnutrition,which weakened her greatly,barely keeping herself standing. She let herself be engulfed in his warmth and closed her eyes,finally feeling safe,after having endured so much,for no reason,and allowed herself,for the first time,to weep at her own misery. After she managed to calm down slightly,he wiped away her tears with his thumbs,and touched foreheads.

Ramsay:The King requested an urgent Council meeting and wanted you to attend.It was the order of your little dwarf uncle. Y/N:Uncle Tyrion asked that...? Ramsay:I think there's more to it than meets the eyes.Do you know who kidnapped you? Y/N:I do,in a way.But...I'm not sure...I told Tyrion of this... Ramsay:Then this is his master plan. Y/N:How despicable...how unsightly of me...to be seen like this... Ramsay:You are the only light I see in this darkness,never doubt yourself. Y/N:So easy to speak when you’re not the ugly one. Ramsay:You are the Grace of the Realm.All these wound will soon fade,but your beauty is eternal. Y/N:Better pray you’re right,or I’ll kill you...

With help from her beloved,she out on a hooded cloak and walked to the court room,where all the Council people,Cersei,Jaime,Ned and Tywin sat,letting the couple stand in the middle of the room.

Cersei:Y/N!My sweet babe,you're finally standing.Have the Maesters attended you properly?I'll put their head on a spike otherwise. Y/N:I'm fine...but it was rather cruel to summon me while looking like this,Uncle Tyrion.Nevertheless...I... Tyrion:My sweet niece,I do hope you are feeling much better.All these people came here to see how you fareth after such a horrible crime. Y/N:*scanning the room*Yes,I am feeling much better,but I cannot say I'm fully cured yet.

Saying that,she went into a bloody coughing fit,making her lose her balance and dirty her bandages,and leaning on her paramour for support. Her mother tried to rush over,but Jaime stopped her. It was all according to the plan. She slowly took of her hood,revealing her bandaged eyes,and smirked.

Y/N:It has come to my attention that the perpetrator of my kidnapping has been caught and punished accordingly,am I correct? Varys:Yes,your Grace.Lord Walder Frey has been set up in our dungeons and is currently tortured. Y/N:Perfect.And what of the Mastermind?Varys,you and Lord Baelish are the ones with the greatest information network across Westeros and beyond. Petyr:Your Grace,I think you are mistaken,there was no Mastermind. Y/N:*smirks*Uncle Tyrion~!It seems my memory hasn’t betrayed me yet~!The disgracious cockroach that came to visit me just before I've received this wounds...was him.Petyr Baelish. Petyr:Excuse me,your Grace,but I am confused.I have not left the Kingdom. Tyrion:Is that so?Because funny enough,my trusted sources said otherwise. Petyr:Well maybe your trusted sources failed you! Tyrion:That is where you are wrong,again.You see,money never fails.Humans are so easy to corrupt with a few golden coins. Y/N:Oh,but what a shame.You were a decent Master of Coin to the Crown...But that’s where your shrewdness stops and mine overshadows yours.Don’t you know?A Lannister always pays his debts.Always.And I believe it’s high time we get rid of your treacheries and betrayels to the Realm and to the King and...experience the horrors of being tortured and humiliated. Ramsay:The flayed man is on our banners for a reason,filth.we’ve been flaying our enemies for 1000 years. Y/N:Never go against the Realm,or cross a Lioness and a Flayed man.It’s bad luck~!

Being attacked from everywhere and not being able to refute,he tried escape,but Jaime got to him much quicker,and in his rage,almost choked him to death,until his calm,but triumphant “niece” stopped him,saying that he needs proper torture,not just a petty beating.

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All is well when it ends,and the two retreated for the rest of the day,enjoying the peace and quiet in each other's loving embrace,after such a rollercoaster of emotions and bad things happening. He held her tightly,not daring to keep his eyes off of her,in fear of the nightmare repeating itself over and over again.

Y/N:Sweet Ramsay... Ramsay:Yes,my sweetling? Y/N:I will marry you.

The time stopped for him,and he didn't even realize he was smiling brightly for the first time in his life,until he felt a light kiss,which woke him up from his trance. Seeing her gentle smile and her doe-eyes looking at him lovingly,he kissed her back just as softly,as if not to break her,but all the emotions were unleashed. As she rested her head on his chest,snuggling to him,he would sing softly a song and play with her soft golden hair. And for the first time,they finally felt at peace. Together. Forever.

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meganlpie · 7 years

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Fics!!!!

Hi there, lovelies! I’m back again with another list! Once again, I thank you for your patience!!

*Part 2 of “Alliance”: Eddard “Ned” Stark x fem!reader

*A Modern/University AU called “Professor Bolton”: Roose Bolton x fem!reader

*A Flash Soulmate AU titled “Just a Touch”: Leonard Snart/Captain Cold x fem!reader

*GoT one-shot called “Terrors of the Night”: Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader

*A Tolkien fic titled “Storm”: The Company x reader

*A Modern GoT AU called “Failed Proposal…Times Three”: Jaime Lannister x fem!reader

*A Flash fic titled “Talk Nerdy to Me”: Cisco Ramon x fem!reader

*Another GoT one-shot called “The Road to King’s Landing”: Jaime Lannister x reader

There we go! Lost of fem!readers this time!! Lots of love!

-Meg

#new one-shots #game of thrones #pt. 2 #ned stark #roose bolton #ramsay bolton #jaime lannister #the flash #soulmate au #leonard snart #cisco ramon #tolkien #the company

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justauthoring · 7 years

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Sansa Stark x fem!Reader

a/n: hello! I’ve considered opening a writing blog of my own, but I’m extremely nervous to do so as I feel that my characterization may be a little off. If you could give me any pointers or constructive criticism, it would be greatly appreciated.

This takes place after season six, so if you have not caught up and you want to avoid spoilers, you probably shouldn’t read this. Please keep in mind that this is my first imagine… ever. I’ve never written one, and I’m really nervous about this one being out of character.

I hope it’s alright, but I decided to use two lines from a prompt.

“You risked your life for me. Why?”

“I thought you forgot about me."

Warning(s): Mention of torture, s6 spoilers,

NOTE: Gif is not mine.

Rays of light shone through the window by your bed, casting light onto your body as your sleepy eyes opened. The events of the previous night entered your mind.

It was over.

Ramsay had been defeated, and in the process, you had been freed. When Sansa was brought to Winterfell, she had married Ramsay, as per the arrangement Littlefinger and Roose had made. At the time, you were serving the Boltons, and it was made your job to serve as Sansa’s handmaiden, more or less. Really, your job was to keep an eye on her and to update Ramsay if it seemed she was trying to escape. During that time, you took care of her; you brought her food and drink, you helped her bathe and dress, and took on the responsibilities of a normal handmaiden. You were there when she had been broken. You had to watch as the strong Stark girl was broken, and you felt your own heart breaking as you did so.

Somewhere along the way, you fell in love with her. You loved Sansa for many reasons; for her determination and strength, despite the situation she was in. For the way she smiled, which was something you had only previously witnessed once before. There was something in her eyes, something that only you could see, that reminded you of a fire.

A fire you wanted and needed to keep alive.

When you found her and Reek escaping together, they were frightened. You could tell Sansa feared you would tell, but you would never do that. "Go,” you told her. “Go before he comes back. I’ll buy you some time.”

That was the last interaction you had before she left. She had responded with a nod, tears in her eyes as she and Reek vanished from sight. Really, you were happy she escaped; Ramsay couldn’t touch her. You didn’t care what he did to you, as long as she was safe.

Ramsay called you a fool, threatened to kill you for letting her escape so easily. You covered for her when he first returned, telling him she was bathing. He could see right through your lie, and because you lied to him, he wanted you gone. You were locked away, being “saved for later” according to Ramsay, until, to your shock, Sansa returned and freed you. You couldn’t remember much more than that, other than a few flashes of sharp pain, blood, and screams. You didn’t want to remember what happened; all you knew for sure was that he had scarred you, both physically and emotionally.

Anyway, after the battle things began to settle down. You went straight to your chambers as soon as you got the chance, and you didn’t stop to speak to anyone. Eventually, you fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

You emerged from your bed stretching your sore muscles. It took no time for you to dress and pull your hair into an almost acceptable style, avoiding your reflection in the mirror. You didn’t want to see the scars that covered your skin; you knew they were there, but you weren’t ready to see them yet.

Opening the door, you were instantly greeted by Sansa. She had a stern expression, but slowly, her ice cold features melted, and a slight smile pulled at the corners of her lips. It was small, yet it was enough to make your heart skip a beat. Even after everything that occurred, you always remembered that you loved her. It was one of the only feelings you held on to.

“Y/N,” She said. “I’m glad you’re awake. I wanted to speak to you."

You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to. Still, one corner of your mouth perked up in a failed attempt you hoped didn’t appear disdainful. "You can come in, if you’d like.” You offered as you stepped aside, opening the door to your room a little more. Sansa entered, and almost sadly, she looked around. Silence filled the room as she gazed at your bed, then at the window you had slightly propped open. A cold draft came from the window, and with it snow blew in, further reminding you that winter was upon you. The silence became tense and awkward, as neither of you knew exactly what to say.

“What is it you wanted to discuss?” You asked in an attempt to clear the tension in the air.

Sansa turned and faced you, her eyebrows raised in such a way that suggested she had forgotten. Regaining her composure, she spoke. “Why did you help me?"

The question caught you off guard.

You considered how to answer; you could say you felt bad for her, which wasn’t a complete lie. It would suffice, but still… why should you hide the way you felt? Yes, your relationship– should it exist– would have to be secret. That much was obvious. You could handle that. But what if she didn’t return your feelings? What if your confession scared her away? Or, alternatively, what if she felt the same way? You would never know.

"Your duty was to the Boltons, but you still helped me. You risked your life for me. Why?” Sansa continued. You studied her expression. Her thin eyebrows were drawn together in confusion, her lips pressed together, flattened, as if she wanted to say something further, but was repressing it.

Again, you considered your options. You were reminded of the pain you endured for helping. Why lie about it? What did you have to lose? You saved Sansa, just as you wanted to. You wanted her, and to hell with the consequences.

“I… I love you, Sansa.” Saying the words out loud gave you a monumental feeling of relief, so much so that your chest visibly sank as if you sighed in relief. You felt lighter somehow, even though the air was filled with palpable tension. Part of you feared what she would say next, while the other half of you was far too gone to care about what would happen.

Sansa’s eyes widened in surprise, her eyebrows raised in equal measure. She visibly gulped, and licked her lips as they parted. Without another word, she stepped forward, her arms encircling you in a hug. Her lips pressed to yours for only a second, yet that second held so much bliss, so much passion and love. The kiss was short lived as Sansa pulled away, her eyes locking with yours yet again. The both of you were breathing heavier now, the shock of the moment sending electricity through your veins.

This was the most alive you felt in your entire life.

“I love you, too."

Those words were the ones you were dying to hear since you met Sansa. You couldn’t believe your luck, that somehow the beautiful wolf had fallen for you. There were questions you had, hundreds of thoughts that needed to be answered, but that didn’t matter; you just wanted to live in the moment.

"Why are you crying?” Sansa asked, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. Until then, you hadn’t noticed the tears that were now trailing down your face. You didn’t even realize you were crying.

The feelings you had kept bottled up until then spilled over, and before you knew it, you were a mess. You were shaking, and your breaths came out as gasps. You were damn near hysterical.

“I thought you forgot about me,” you said between your bursts of air, your lips trembling. Fear was what you felt, you realized. All of the fear you felt while you were held captive, treated as a prisoner. The whole time you were chained up, you feared that Ramsay was going to return and kill you, that you’d never escape. That Sansa was gone, or she didn’t care about you at all.

“Y/N, I would never forget about you. You were the one bright light in all of the bad things that happened. You still are.” Sansa hugged you tighter, not caring as your tears soaked the shoulder of her cloak.

You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed there, holding each other until you finally calmed down. Some time after you were calm, Sansa took your hand and stood by your side, and in that moment, you felt stronger than ever.

You could take on the world now, with Sansa by your side.

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megsironthrone · 3 years

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Runaway Bride

Based on this request: so this might be kinda long but how about a Jamie x reader. She’s the oldest stark or tully daughter and whilst jamie is kidnapped by robb, she talks to him and they become friendly. lady stark kinda brokers a deal to marry her to jamie. She doesn’t want to and is angry that she’s being married off and she runs off so they send brienne with jamie to find her. After the bolton’s find B+J they realise she’s also there. She tends to Jamie’s wounds and he’s kinda like “am i so bad that you wouldn’t marry me” she confesses that she likes him she just resents the idea of being married off and maybe it can be a fluffy ending with the two of them planning to escape?

Here you go, lovely! *Familiar characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: little mentions of violence, arranged marriage, angst, and fluff. Mentions of nudity (nobody I know wears clothing in the bath)

Pairings/Characters: Jaime Lannister x fem!Stark reader, mentions of Brienne, Roose, Robb, and Catelyn.

When your brother had taken Jaime Lannister prisoner, you didn't think you'd get close to the Lannister lion. You were in charge of making certain Jaime was fed and given water. Robb insisted it was because of all the Starks in his camp, you were the most patient. You were pretty certain it was because he didn't want to deal with Jaime on his own and didn't trust your mother to do it.

During your time with him, you got pretty friendly with Jaime. He wasn't a bad guy and he didn't seem to dislike you the way he did the rest of your family. You weren't sure why but you weren't going to complain. The two of you got on pretty well. That was something your mother did not miss. However, you never would have guessed what she would do.

"YOU WHAT?!" you screamed, causing your brother's bannermen to look at you. Robb shushed you, but you glared at him before turning back to your mother. You were vaguely aware of Robb ending his strategy meeting so the three of you could discuss the surprise your mother had just dropped.

As soon as the three of you had the tent to yourselves, your mother spoke. "I wrote to Tywin Lannister. I offered an alliance between our houses in order to have your sisters returned to us. Through your marriage to Jaime Lannister." You began to shake with fury. "How could you do that to her, Mother? Why would you? I want Sansa and Arya returned to us as badly as you do, but not at the expense of Y/N's happiness."

"It is the best way to resolve this without more bloodshed. I will not risk losing two more of my children the way I lost your father." You shook your head and stormed off, ignoring her cries of your name. The first place you went was Jaime Lannister's makeshift cell.

"Did you know?!" you snapped at him. He looked up at you, surprise obvious in his green eyes. "What are you talking about? Or rather shouting?" You clenched your hands into fists. "Did you know that my mother sent a raven to your father about arranging our marriage?"

"Our what?!" You wanted to scream, but instead, you left Jaime without saying anything else. You were livid. Positively livid. Not about your mother's choice of husband for you, but the fact that she decided to marrying you off without any consideration for you or your feelings on the matter. You weren't going to lie down and take it. Social standards be damned. You refused to be a pawn in the stupid game everyone else seemed to be playing. So you did the only thing you could think of. You ran.

*time skip*

You ran your hands over your dress as you walked through the corridors of the Dreadfort. After you'd run from your mother, you'd ended up with Lord Roose Bolton. He'd been looking after you and trying to convince you to return to your family. You weren't quite ready to face them yet, so he offered to let you stay a little longer. Now it was time for the evening meal, but there was a lot of commotion around the holdfast. You soon found out why.

You entered the dining hall and froze in place. Sitting across from Roose was Brienne of Tarth and Jaime Lannister. "Lady Brienne. Ser Jaime." Jaime's head snapped up so he could meet your gaze. His hair was longer, dirty, and stringy. His beard had grown out. He didn't look like the cocky man you'd first met. But the most surprising thing about him was that one of his hands was missing.

"Lady Y/N, I am glad to see you safe," Brienne greeted, standing. You curtsied slightly, but didn't let your eyes wander from Jaime. Brienne cleared her throat a little. "Lady Y/N? I've been tasked with returning Ser Jaime to King's Landing…as well as yourself." Your flashed your gaze to her. She blushed and shrunk back a bit from your glare. "Let me guess, for the wedding?" She nodded. You sighed and looked to Jaime once more before curtsying to Roose. "Forgive me. I've lost my appetite. Lady Brienne. Ser Jaime." You left the room, doing your best not to run.

Later that evening, you decided on a warm bath. Luckily, Roose kept the bath houses warm most of the time. You sank into the tub, fighting back a groan as the warm water seeped into your muscles. You were only in for a few minutes when you heard someone else join you. Opening your eyes, you nearly jumped when you saw Jaime sitting across from you.

"What are you doing?!" you cried. Jaime scoffed lightly. "I thought I'd have a bath." You let out another sigh. No sense in arguing with the man. Your gaze fell to the stump where he'd lost his hand. "Have you been able to clean that properly?" He glanced down at it in disgust and then at you before shaking his head.

You bit your lip as you contemplated what to do. It didn't take you long to make up your mind. Not even registering that you were, in fact, naked, you stood and walked over to Jaime. You sat down next to him and unwrapped the injury. "I'm sorry they did this to you," you muttered. With as much care as you could, you began cleaning his wound.

For a while, neither of you said anything. To your surprise, it was Jaime that spoke first. "Was the idea of being married to me so repulsive that you had to run? Am I so bad that you wouldn't want to be married to me?" You stopped what you were doing so you could meet his gaze. "Jaime, I-I…It was never you I objected to. Our friendship or whatever it was is something I cherish. And I could see myself married to you. Loving you. I never wanted to be married off in some arrangement. Or for political advantage. And I especially never wanted to married off at the expense of my safety and happiness just to ensure the same for my sisters. I felt ignored and tossed aside. It was never you."

Jaime didn't reply at first so you went back to cleaning him up. After a few minutes, Jaime called your name. It was so soft at first you weren't certain you'd heard properly. "Y/N, look at me please." You looked up again to find him only a few centimeters away from your face. His remaining hand came up to cup your cheek.

"I am sorry you've been forced into this. I truly am and I will try to break off the betrothal if that is what you want. I cannot imagine you would want to be married to a man who harmed your family and who now has only one hand." You shushed him. "I couldn't care less about that," you told him, "It's your family and King's Landing that I don't think I can handle."

"Then we won't stay." You blinked at him in surprise and he continued, "I'm useless to the Kingsguard now. Father will want me in Casterly Rock. We wouldn't have to remain in King's Landing. And I would strive to be the husband that you deserve, if you'll only give me the chance." You could feel tears welling up in your eyes. "Jaime, are you sure?" He nodded without hesitation.

"I am. I don't know if I feel love for you. Truly I don't, but I think it might be the closest I've ever felt to anyone." You smiled before taking the chance to lean forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Then yes. I will marry you. But first we have to get out of the Dreadfort. Roose may pretend to have our best interests at heart, but I know better. At least Brienne and I are in danger…I'm certain Roose is allied with your father. We need to escape and head for King's Landing as soon as possible to speak to your father."

Jaime nodded and the two of you spoke in hushed voices as you planned your escape from the Dreadfort and finished your baths. You helped Jaime redress his wound and then dress. He made a few flirty comments while you dressed yourself that you laughed at. That was the Jaime you'd been falling in love with. You slept in the same bed that evening. "For your protection," Jaime had said. You didn't believe him, but he didn't matter. You were happy to be in his arms. Happy he gave you a choice. And happy that you'd made the right decision for you.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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megsironthrone · 3 years

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Assassin

Based on this request: hi! may i request ramsay x female reader where Y/N is a sellsword hired to assassinate roose and ramsay. she kills roose on the same night that ramsay was planning to do it so he is watching from the shadows. some type of romantic ending? thank you <3

Here you are! *Characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: Violence, death, angst, a little steamy, I guess?...as romantic as I could make Ramsay.

Pairings/Characters: Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader, mentions of Roose Bolton

No one ever suspects the woman. Women in Westeros didn't do what you did. Sure, they could be knights or blacksmiths as well as ladies or wives and mothers. But, as far as you knew, you were the only female sellsword/assassin outside of Braavos. Because of that, you were often hired to carry out even more violent acts than male sellswords, much like your current assignment.

After Sansa Stark managed to flee Winterfell, she ran to the North. From there, word reached Petyr Baelish of Ramsay and Roose Bolton's horrendous deeds. That was why he hired you. To eliminate the threat without need for another big battle. There had already been too many in the passing years. Not that it mattered to you. But Baelish's gold was good and you took the job without hesitation.

That was how you found yourself walking through the corridors of Winterfell. With the birth of a new baby happening, no one in the castle noticed when a new servant just randomly appeared. Well that's what you thought at least. There was one person that noticed, but by the time he had, it was too late.

Ramsay's POV

Ramsay slid the dagger into his shirt and made his way to where he was certain his father would be. He was still trying to determine whether he would take care of his father before or after the birth of the babe. However, before he could make up his mind, Ramsay stopped in his tracks. As he suspected, there were only three people in the room. His father, a guard, and you. That was what made Ramsay pause. He'd never seen you before. He was absolutely certain of that. And when you told the guard that the captain of the guard was summoning him, his interest was piqued.

The newly legitimize Bolton sank into the shadows when Roose waved the guard off, leaving just the two of you. Ramsay watched as you flashed Roose a smile and congratulated him on his newest child. You drew close to the table in order to take away Roose's plate, but backed away quickly when someone approached, announcing that a son had indeed been born.

Ramsay clenched his fists. He needed you out of the room. Now. He couldn't let his father suspect anything. Ramsay's eyes found your form again as you reached to take away the plate. Adrenaline coursed through his veins only to turn ice cold when he heard the sound of steel piercing flesh. He heard you whisper something to Roose before the man slumped forward onto the table.

When you pulled back, Ramsay could see your own knife glinting in the sunlight and dripping with his father's blood. He couldn't deny the sudden, thrilling shudder than went down his spine. You had just killed a lord and your face showed no fear. At least, until your eyes searched the room for an exit, only to land on Ramsay. You stiffened and muttered a curse under your breath before launching the bloody knife in Ramsay's direction.

Thanks to your distraction, the blade missed its target, embedding itself in the wood next to Ramsay's head. Ramsay tsked, the sound echoing through the nearly empty room. Another curse flew from your lips as you turned on your heel to flee. Ramsay was on you in an instant, pinning you to the floor.

He lifted himself up slightly so he could turn you around and look at your face. You struggled against him for a moment, your (e/c) eyes flashing. "Release me," you growled out. Ramsay chuckled. "I'm afraid I can't do that. You did just kill a lord after all." You stopped thrashing and gave a little shrug. "Lords die all the time. It's in their nature when they're mad dogs."

Ramsay tried his hardest to bite back the chuckle that wanted to escape him, but it was no use. He laughed. Not his usual laugh, but a deep laugh that shook his entire body, and yours. "Perhaps it is. However, that particular lord was also my father and mine to kill." For the first time, your eyes showed true fear. "You're Ramsay Bolton?"

A smirk made its way to Ramsay's lips. "You aren't fooling me. I know you've been watching this place. It's the only way you could have known who to get close to and how to infiltrate this castle." It was your turn to smile, instantly confirming Ramsay's suspicions.

"Very well, you caught me. Now what are you going to do? If I don't report back, my employer won't be too happy." Ramsay hummed in response to that. The thought of taking on another lord's army was tempting. But then again, so was the current position you were both in. What to do?

"Well, I could let you go. Or I could have you executed for killing Lord Roose Bolton." You made a gesture with your head that seemed to say "true, true", but then you met his eyes again. "And with a flick of my wrist, I could give you the same treatment you gave poor Theon Greyjoy." For a moment, Ramsay was confused, but then he felt the point of a knife poke his thigh. "You didn't think I came all this way with only one knife, did you?"

At that, Ramsay actually froze. He didn't know what to do. His mind was racing and his blood coursed through him in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Not even with Myranda. It only took him a moment to realize why. He wanted you. He wanted you to be his. He didn't love you, of course, but he loved this little game. You spoke to him without fear. Threatened him without mercy. Toyed with him the way a cat does a mouse. It sent shivers down his spine in the best possible way. The realization was so unexpected, he didn't feel it when your hand pointed the knife away. In fact, he didn't notice much until he found his own back against the cold, stone floor.

Somehow, you'd managed to roll you both over without your knife slicing either one of you. Now, you were hovering over him, your lips merely centimeters from his and your knife to his throat. Ramsay's hand automatically gripped your hips. "You know, I was hired to kill you as well. Now, I'm not so sure. I quite like this game," you whispered, although every word seemed much louder in the empty room.

"Still...I can't stay. It won't be long until the guards come back." You cocked your head to the side and hummed in contemplation. With a smile, you drew your face closer to his. Ramsay felt his entire body nearly catch fire in anticipation. What were you going to do? Would you kill him or were you feeling the same things as he?

Your lips brushed his lightly before the sound of armor could be heard approaching the doors. With a sigh, you sat back up. "Sorry we have to cut this short." Using the knife, you swiped Ramsay's gold pouch and moved to get off him completely. Ramsay's grip on you tightened, causing you to look down at him with an arched brow. "Your name?" You smirked and lowered down. "You'll have to figure it when we meet again, my lord." You pressed your lips against his fervently.

You pulled away as the doors opened, making it look like you were still in the process of attacking Ramsay rather than kissing him. The guards merely stood there for a moment. You rolled your eyes, jumped off Ramsay, and headed for the nearby window. Ramsay thanked whatever deities there were that Winterfell had tall and wide windows. You flashed your eyes to him for a brief moment then jumped down into the night.

Chaos ensued, but Ramsay hardly noticed. He raced to the window only to find that you had already vanished into the shadows. He bit back a smile and laugh. He barked his orders for the guards to find you. It was a game of cat and mouse now. A game Ramsay intended to win and, by the end, you would be his and only his. For the rest of your days.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I’m always stuck on writing romance for Ramsay.)

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megsironthrone · 4 years

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Their Softer Sides

Based on this request: Hey @megsironthrone how are you doing? Hope you're doing fine. Can I request a Tywinxfem!TargaryenxRoose one where the both of them are in a constant banter concerning on who should end up getting the reader's hand in marriage only to end up making the reader a blushing mess because of the many unusual and surprising compliments Tywin and Roose made over dinner and eventually the green-gold eyed gentleman finally won her over and end up spooning her in his bed showing his soft side. Thank x from @girlonfireice

Here you go, lovely! *Characters are not mine!*

Warnings: None, a little fluff

Pairings/Characters: Tywin Lannister x fem!Targaryen reader x Roose Bolton

You never really liked being the center of attention. That was more for the rest of your family. You would have rather stayed in the shadows. Unfortunately for you, when you met Tywin and Roose, that became impossible. For two men that seemed to despise your family, they were certainly not shy about their feelings for you.

Both men had decided that they wanted your hand in marriage and they never let you forget it. Every evening at dinner, they made sure you sat between the two of them so they could both speak to you. They handed out compliments to you while being terse with almost everyone else. You were the absolute center of their attention. They showed you sides to themselves that no one else ever saw. Their softer sides.

"Truly Lord Bolton, you understand, that a witty and charming woman such as Y/N belongs in House Lannister," Tywin commented, making your face heat up and making Roose roll his eyes. "Nonsense. Y/N would do better as my wife. Her beauty, intelligence, and grace would make for a fine Lady Bolton." Once again, you felt like your face was on fire. You just didn't understand why they were so interested in marrying you.

The praise continued throughout the meal. Each compliment made you flush more and more. In truth, however, it was becoming a little much for you. By the time dinner was finished, you wanted to escape so that is exactly what you did. Quietly excusing yourself, you left the dining hall and made your way outside. You felt like you were finally able to breathe once you were outside. However you weren't alone for long.

"My lady Y/N? Are you ill?" You turned to see Tywin standing there. You attempted a smile. "I am well, thank you. I-I simply needed some time alone. You and Lord Bolton are both very kind. I am unused to such generous compliments." Tywin gave you what could be considered a smile, although it more closely resembled a smirk.

"You are deserving of each one." You sighed as you turned away from him. "Thank you," you whispered. For a few moments, Tywin didn't reply. He was so quiet you thought he'd returned inside. When you suddenly felt something brush against your arm, you jumped slightly. You glanced up. Tywin was standing a little too close to be considered proper.

"I assure you that I am serious, Y/N. About making you Lady Lannister. The choice is yours, of course. But I would be honored to have you by my side." You stared at him. Marriage to him had never really crossed your mind. Marriage to anyone hadn't. Why would they want to marry you? You were the daughter of The Mad King, whether by blood or otherwise you did not know, but his daughter nevertheless. And it was no secret that most of the people of Westeros did not trust your family. So why did these two men seem so interested in you?

"That is very kind of you, Lord Lannister. But neither you nor Lord Bolton has asked me if I have any intention of marrying either of you. I could have already been betrothed for all you knew. As it is, you have both given me a lot to consider. I shall need time." To his credit, Tywin didn't argue with you. He looked upset for certain, but he didn't even open his mouth to protest. Not that he would get the chance to.

"Lady Y/N. Lord Tywin. I was hoping you would join me for a stroll, my lady?" With a quick glance at Tywin, you nodded. For a little while, neither of you spoke. You were enjoying the view of the garden away from prying eyes. You much preferred settings like this. Quiet and personal. Roose clearing his throat brought your attention back to him.

"I would like to…apologize. I know Lord Tywin and I have both been a bit forward in our advances. Believe me when I say though that both proposals are genuine." You sighed again. "I know, Lord Bolton. I have a lot to think about. I will not make a decision lightly. But for now, I would like to continue our walk and get to know you. You have been showering me with praise and I should like to be able to do the same." Roose positively preened at that.

For the next few weeks, the praise and assurances continued. You had to admit that both men were charming in their own right and they both seemed to genuinely care about you. Tywin was every bit the Lannister Lion. Proud and protective. And Roose was not as ruthless as people made him out to be, at least not with you. And they both treated you like a queen. They made it really difficult to choose between them, but you knew you needed to and soon.

You sat in your chambers one night after deciding to skip dinner. Roose was planning on returning to Dreadfort the next afternoon and you needed to let him and Tywin know your choice. So you decided to just sit and think. Who could you see yourself married to? Who could you not live without? Those two questions had been bouncing around your mind for hours. You hadn't even noticed that the sun had set and the moon was high in the sky. But you made a decision.

Just as you were about to rise from your seat, a knock sounded at the door. "Come," you said softly. The door opened to reveal a concerned looking Tywin. "You did not come to dinner." You shrugged a bit but smiled. "I had to think and I could not do it sitting in between my two suitors." Tywin chuckled at your teasing. "I suppose not. May I ask what you were thinking about?" he pleaded as he came further into the room. You watched him come closer and sit next to you. When you gazed into those green eyes of his, you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I accept." Tywin looked surprised and confused for a moment. "You accept?" You felt your body flushing again. "I accept your proposal. I would love to marry you, Tywin." A plethora of emotions crossed Tywin's face in that second. You had never called him by his name before, at least not without his title. "You wish to marry me?" You smiled again and nodded.

"I do. I also wish for you to come into bed with me and hold me for a while. It has been a very emotional and exhausting week and I would very much enjoy lying with my betrothed. I will inform Lord Bolton of my decision in the morning, but for now, please?" Tywin looked like he was going to refuse at first. He kept glancing between you and the bed behind you. "Perfectly innocent, my lord," you teased, making him laugh.

At his nod, you stood and made your way over to the bed. Tywin climbed in on the other side. You rolled to your side, prompting Tywin to wrap his arm around you. His chest was soon pressed against your back. You played with his hands with your fingers while he looked down at your face. Humming softly, you let your eyes fall closed. After such an agonizing decision, you knew you made the right choice. Lying there in Tywin's arms just felt right.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I started writing this at around 5:30 this morning XD)

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megsironthrone · 4 years

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Take You As My Wife

Based on this request: may I please get a Ramsay request where the reader is a stark and they fell in love while he was married to sansa so after sansa leaves he agrees to leave winterfell and go back to the dreadfort if he could have the reader as his wife happy ending please thank you so much for your time i love your blog by the way

Here you are! This took so flipping long since I have to tone down Ramsay’s psycho side to write any type of fluff for him!

*Characters are not mine. Neither are you!

Warnings: A little angst. A little fluff. Ramsay being Ramsay. And I changed some of the show events in order to make the fic work.

Pairings/Characters: Ramsay Bolton x fem!Stark reader, Sansa, Jon.

Why Lord Baelish promised Sansa to Ramsay instead of you, Ramsay would never know. You were the eldest Stark daughter. Still, Ramsay would take what he could get to keep his place in Winterfell. When Sansa practically begged him to let you stay with her, he almost said no. Perhaps he should have. Despite all his efforts, Ramsay found himself in an odd situation.

Ramsay was supposed to wooing Sansa. He was supposed to play her like a fiddle and convince her that their marriage would be the best thing for both Houses. He counted on it, but he hadn't counted on you worming your way into a heart that he thought was long since hardened and cold. Ramsay could honestly say that he was falling in love. With the wrong damn sister.

Your eyes were glued to Ramsay as Sansa spoke to Lady Walda. "No, Lady Bolton. Winterfell has always been my home. It is the people who are strange." Roose's lips turned down as he looked at his son only to find his eyes on you as well. "Lord Ramsay, perhaps you could take time from your business to show us around Winterfell?" you interjected suddenly, easing the tension in the room, "I have noticed a few changed you've made."

Ramsay, after finally meeting his father's gaze, agreed. Sansa declined. "Then I suppose it will be just the two of us," Ramsay stated with a twinkle in his eye. Finally, a moment alone with you. The young man wanted to slap himself. What was wrong with him? What was it about you that had him so obsessed? "Wonderful. Perhaps, if Sansa is feeling better later, she will join us." You rose gracefully, prompting Ramsay to join you.

"I see you, you know," you stated simply when the two of you were finally alone. Ramsay stopped walking and arched a brow. "What do you mean, my lady?" You let a smile grace your lips. A smile that Ramsay hated. It was too bright. Too cheery. "I see you looking at me. You should be more careful or people will begin to think you are already being unfaithful to my sister."

"I am the future lord of Winterfell now. I don't care what anyone has to say. And if they even think about engaging in idle gossip, I will carve out their tongues. What do you have to say to that?" You let out a soft hum, but didn't otherwise answer. Instead, you looked up into his eyes with a smirk. Once your eyes met his, Ramsay knew that for the first time ever, he was willing to do anything for someone other than himself.

*time skip brought to you by Hodor*

Ramsay was utterly confused. Sansa, the woman he'd married just a few hours before, was gone along with Reek. She was gone and Ramsay didn't feel a thing. He hadn't consummated the marriage, but he didn't seem to care. The only thing he cared about was you. He was confused as to why you hadn't left with your sister. He was confused as to why she had so willingly left you behind. He hadn't even done much to her yet…other than the thing with your brothers and arranging a marriage with her after basically burning Winterfell to rubble. But you weren't part of that, so why leave you?

When Ramsay asked, you simply gave him that little smile that he hated(loved) and a shrug. "There must always be a Stark in Winterfell. Father and Mother always used to say that. Sansa will return, most likely with an army." Ramsay rose a brow and asked what you meant. "If I know Sansa, she will head North to the Wall. She will convince Jon to come to Winterfell and take it back. If I were you, I wouldn't wait around."

Ramsay didn't listen to you. He sat smugly in Winterfell, awaiting the moment when Jon would ride to Winterfell. Ramsay looked forward to thrashing Jon soundly, especially now that he was officially Lord of Winterfell, having killed his own father. His only hesitation was you. How you would feel about him if he killed your bastard brother.

"At least let me speak to Jon," you pleaded with Ramsay. "If I can convince him it isn't worth it, perhaps he will stand down." Ramsay contemplated for a moment before nodding. He knew it wouldn't work, but if it made you happy and trusting, then he would do it.

As it turned out, you were both right. Sansa did indeed ride to the Wall and convince Jon to come take back Winterfell. And, as Ramsay had said, Jon did not respond well to your pleas. Now, you were perched on Jon's horse in front of him while Jon and Ramsay spoke of terms.

"This doesn't have to end in bloodshed," Jon said. Ramsay didn't answer at first. His gaze was fixed on you. He was close to losing you. Close to having everything stripped away from him again. He had to think of something and quickly. "Leave Winterfell now and I will tell my men to stand down," Jon continued. Ramsay saw your eyes pleading with him to see reason.

"Why should I?" Ramsay asked, finally taking his eyes off you. "Because it will be the end of House Bolton if you don't. In a few years, no one will even remember your House existed. We will name another the Lord of the Dreadfort and you will be forgotten. Is that really what you want?" Ramsay pondered for a moment before a smirk crossed his lips. He had an idea. One that would keep him alive, give him what he wanted, and let him keep at least a small tie to Winterfell.

"I will concede, Jon Snow. On one condition." Your head tilted in confusion. It was clear you hadn't expect him to give in so easily. "What is that?" Ramsay glanced at you again. "The lady Y/N is to accompany me back to the Dreadfort. As Lady Bolton." Your eyes widened in surprise and Ramsay continued.

"As Lady Sansa and my marriage was never consummated, I am free to marry another. I want Lady Y/N." Jon opened his mouth to speak, but you whispered something to make him stop. Jon frowned, but nodded. "I do not like it, but it is Y/N's choice. If she agrees, you have a deal." Ramsay arched a brow as he waited for your response. "I will give you an answer in one hour." Jon turned his horse around, leaving Ramsay dumbfounded.

To say Ramsay was irate was an understatement. An hour. Why couldn't you just say yes? You would be saving you family and your home, and getting a husband all at once. Who did you think you were? "I think I am the woman holding your future in the palm of my hand," came your voice from behind him. Ramsay hadn't realized he'd been ranting aloud.

"What do you mean?" You smirked. "I mean, depending on my answer to you, you will either leave Winterfell alive or you will die here." Ramsay scoffed. "Your brother's army is no match for mine." Despite his feelings for you, he wasn't about to let you see him flustered. "Please. You may have the numbers but your men are idiots. I managed to sneak passed them all to get here. Jon has Wildlings on his side and a giant."

Ramsay rolled his eyes. He was getting nowhere and it was beginning to irritate him. "Is there a point to this, my lady?" You let that damned smile grace your lips again. "There is. Before I give you my answer, I have a question." Ramsay motioned for you to continue. "Why? You married Sansa already. Why would you insist on taking me as your wife?"

"As I told your brother, my marriage to Sansa was never consummated." You shrugged. "Ramsay, cut the bull. I already know the answer to my question. I simply want to hear you say it. Even if I never hear the words from you again after this moment, I need to hear them now." Your voice lost its power as you spoke and you cast your glance down to your feet.

Ramsay contemplated lying to you. He really did. But if you already knew, then there was no point. "I care for you." You looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, you shook your head with a smile. "The actual words, Ramsay. Until I hear them, you will not get your answer." Ramsay cursed you for being so observant and stubborn. How was he supposed to admit how he felt when he'd never felt that way before.

"Iloveyou," he mumbled. You laughed softly. "Close enough. I shall return with your answer in a few moments." You turned to walk away, but Ramsay grabbed your elbow. Before you could say a word, he spun your around and crashed his lips onto yours. There was nothing gentle about it. It was as if Ramsay were claiming you. He was rough and fierce and fiery.

You were panting when he finally let you breathe again. "I need your answer now." You gave a breathless giggle. "So impatient. Very well. We leave tonight." It took Ramsay a moment to register what you'd said. "Y-You are willing to return to Dreadfort with me?" You sighed deeply before you pressed a much softer kiss to his lips. "Yes. Now, I must return to Jon. I will return shortly to prepare to leave."

Ramsay watched you go with a smirk on his face. Despite everything he had done, you were still willing to go with him. He didn't know if it was because you loved him in return or if you were only doing it to save your family, but he found he didn't actually care. In the end, he got what he wanted anyway. And now you were his. For the rest of your lives, you were his and he would fight through all Seven Hells to keep you with him.

(This took me so much longer than it should have. I struggled with this one, I’m afraid.)

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megsironthrone · 5 years

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Updated WIP list!

Current WIPS: (These are subject to change based on my inspiration)

Loyalty: Based on this request: Hi Meg, I‘d like to request a Brienne x northern!reader. They meet when Brienne comes to King‘s Landing, reader is a Lady and an outcast at KL, but her and Brienne start to become close, bonding over their loyalty to the Starks. It gets more intimate, maybe they kiss but Brienne doesn’t want to endanger reader so she distances herself. When Brienne leaves, reader tells her she loves her, but she can’t say it back out of fear. Then later they meet again and she finally tells her?

Love and Affection: Based on this request: Can you do a Sandor clegane x reader established relationship where Sandor gets the love and affection he needs and we all want to give him? Maybe reader is on the affectionate side and Sandor kinda pretends he’s annoyed by it but they both know he likes it ? AND: Sandor Clegane x reader with mostly just cuddling? Idk if he’d ever let someone get that close to him but I can dream🙆🏼‍♀️ Also emotional comfort

From a Lie to the Truth: Based on this request: do you think you could write a modern/fake dating au where reader agrees to pretend to be samwells SO in front of his friends who he lied to about having a girlfriend but they do end up confessing to each other? thank you so much !!

A Drink & a Kiss: Based on this request: Hey Meg, happy to read that you’re well! Can I request a Tyrion x reader? Reader is a Stark, Sansa‘s older sister/Robb‘s twin, supposed to marry a Tyrell while he’s supposed to marry Sansa. Over their shared misery of the arranged marriage they end up spending time together. On the night before, they drink together and kiss. Tyrion is surprised she’d rather be with him than a pretty Tyrell and they manage to convince Tywin that they can marry, because it doesn’t matter which Stark he marries.

Current (Unstarted) Requests on the list:

Disguised: Based on this request: Yara Greyjoy imagine where she finds out one of her trusted soldiers was a woman disguised as a man who had fallen in love with her?

A Thorough Cleaning: Based on this request: Hi Meg could I please ask for a roommates AU with Sansa in which they are trying to make the house presentable last minute because her family is coming to visit? Thank you from @kjs-s

Different Than You Used to Be: Based on this request: Yes! Requests are open! Could you write a jaime x reader. The reader is a robbs twin and was married to jaime before the show/books started. She used to hang out with robb, jon and theon a lot, and she wasn’t that much of a lady. Now she returns to winterfell with the king and she is pregnant, so she is less wild then she used to be. The boys think she has changed and thus treat her differently than they used to, so she shows she can still be her old self and jaime is just worried.

Take You As My Wife: Based on this request: may I please get a Ramsay request where the reader is a stark and they fell in love while he was married to sansa so after sansa leaves he agrees to leave winterfell and go back to the dreadfort if he could have the reader as his wife happy ending please thank you so much for your time i love your blog by the way

A Coronation: Based on this request: Hi! May i request a royal au for jaime lannister x reader. Tywin has died and now jaime is to be king and the reader queen. Could you write about the coronation and what happens around it. Thanks!

Caught In the Act: Based on this request: Gendry x stark reader. When they were traveling the kings road in the second season. And arya catches them kissing.

A Ward of Winterfell: Based on this request: Hello! How are you? would it be alright if i could i get a request for a Baratheon (fem) reader (maybe a legitimized bastard of king Robert’s?) who was sent to be a ward at winterfell to get her away from Cercei and is betrothed to to Robb stark? maybe when the royal family rides for Winterfell she goes back to the capitol with Eddard stark and his daughters and everything starts falling apart? it’s okay if not haha.

For You: Based on this request: I was wondering if you could do a Jaime Lannister x Female Reader imagine based around the song “For You” by Rita Ora ft Liam Payne, if you wouldn’t mind, please and thank you! *If you need to make changes, feel free to do so!* by @thebeckyjolene

Good Cop/Bad Cop: Based on this request: Can you do a Sandor/reader good cop bad cop kind of story line where they are partners but secretly together? Please and thank you!

Take Her Away: Based on this request: Hi! Can I have an imagine where Y/N is Joffrey’s twin (and Jaime’s favorite kid) and during the King’s Landing riot she gets separated and gets hurt, and Jaime’s the one that saves her and when he goes back to the castle he lectures Cersei about the safety of their daughter, threatening to take her away to protect her

To Secure Winterfell: Based on this request: Love your writing, I’m so happy you’re back! ❤️ i was wondering if you could write about Ramsay. How he had to marry y/n to “secure his place” in Winterfell and he actually loves her so he doesn’t hurt her at all, and when Myranda fights with her he gets super protective

Not His Type: Based on this request: Hi how are ya? Can you please write about Tormund arriving in Winterfell with Jon, and he falls in love with smol Y/N Stark, always making sure she’s protected and loved, even though Jon and Sandor remind him constantly that she’s not his type

Out of Harm’s Way: Based on this request: Could you please write about Tommen and Y/N (his same agae) getting married, and when she gets pregnant he very gentle and tries to keep her out of harms way, enlisting “uncle” Jaime to guard her when he’s not around

Don’t Blame Yourself: Based on this request: hey meg 👋🏽 can i have an imagine where y/n tries to safe bran from falling but she gets hurt as well, and a guard rushes to tell robb -he’s her fiancé- and Theon and Jon have to calm him down after he sees her because he’s blaming himself for being there for her to safe her

A Secret Relationship:Based on this request: I have another request about sandor if it’s not much trouble to you. Him and the reader work together and they secretly in a relationship and they act like there’s nothing between them infront of everybody, till Beric accidentally finds out AND: I want to request a really really fluffy fic, about sandor when he comes back from a work trip that lasted for weeks, and be surprised about how much the reader missed him, cuz he is a bit insecure about himself and it’s hard for him to imagine that somebody could love and miss him that much I’ll really appreciate it if you could bring his childhood somehow cuz who doesn’t love a big man with childhood issues??

Smuggled Away: Based on this request: Hi! The request about a Bratheon!reader got me thinking, what if there’s a similar situation where the reader’s king robert’s daughter or a stark or something like that and the reader ends up getting smuggled away when jamie leaves cersei in kings landing and ends up reuniting with jon snow at some point and she kinda ends up kindling a spark with jon snow and interrupts the whole jon Daenerys thing? i’m not sure if this request makes much sense or if it would be good or not > . <

An Awkward Time: Based on this request: Hi! This is the oberyn x reader request. Reader is dating oberyn (who is a bit older). One of his daughters is best friends with sansa (reader’s sister) which makes it a bit awkward for everyone (except for oberyn who doesnt find anything awkward).

Secret Wife: Based on this request: Can you do something with Sandor secretly having a wife. Maybe they met when he was serving king Robert and they met when she was hunting and eloped after a few years. She left before the battle of Blackwater because Sandor didn’t want her getting wrapped up in that so They meet again in Winterfell and no one can actually believe it.

Protected From Joffrey: Based on this request: Hi Meg! Can you please write about Y/N Lannister (who acts and looks like a princess, just like Myrcella) getting in trouble with Meryn Trant because she scolded Joffrey and after he hits her Bronn finds her and takes care of her, and even Tyrion is happy about it

Their Softer Sides: Based on this request: Hey @megsironthrone how are you doing? Hope you’re doing fine. Can I request a Tywinxfem!TargaryenxRoose one where the both of them are in a constant banter concerning on who should end up getting the reader’s hand in marriage only to end up making the reader a blushing mess because of the many unusual and surprising compliments Tywin and Roose made over dinner and eventually the green-gold eyed gentleman finally won her over and end up spooning her in his bed showing his soft side. Thank x from @girlonfireice

Disbelief: Based on this request: May I ask for a reader x Sandor where he and Bronn save her from some not so good people and she and Sandor fall for each other much to Sandor and Bronn’s shock? Happy writing!

An Apology?: A Wattpad request; Hey! I was wondering if you still take requests. If yes could you write a ramsay bolton image for me, where the reader is the younger sister of ramsay and he actually apologizes for killing their dad and after ramsay is killed by sansa his younger sister is the new leader of the boltons.

Jealous of My Own Children!: Another Wattpad request; I would like to know if you would write a Jaime lannister x female reader insert where the reader and jaime are childhood friends who are in love. And the reader supports him even when everyone calls him kingslayer and oath breaker. He and reader have a set of twins a boy and a girl and jaime feels ecstatic that he can play father to the kids however he is also this cute jelous of his kids as they get to spend more time with his wife than him. Basically I just wanted cute fluff. I know the idea isn’t that original but it’s just something that came to my mind so

Direwolf Pup: Based on this request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write about how Y/N is married to Robb (before the series started) and when the guys returned to Winterfell with the direwolf pups he surprises her in one, the second runt of the litter, because he wanted her protected at all times and as an apology for leaving her clingy ass all day 😂❤️

Godmother: Based on this request: Sandor asking Arya to be his babies godmother? You can decide how she reacts but I just need some wholesome hound and wolf girl content. Hi I’m the anon that asked for the Sandor asking wolf girl to be a godmother. I forgot to add trade sorry but I was just imagining it to be after she has her baby so she’s in the room but maybe just asleep or quietly watching cuz she’s tired. Sorry about that

In The North: Based on this request: Hey! If request are still open, is it possible if you can write Sandor x Reader where they had a relationship before they had to part ways and so they get reunited when reader is sent with Jorah by Daenarys to get a white walker, Beric and Thoros is in disbelief that Sandor can be able of loving someone - thanks!

Winterfell: Based on this request: Can I request a Jon Snow x twinsister!reader?? (If not then just a Jon Snow x reader 😊) Where it’s just been them, then Jon left for the NW and his sister stayed in Winterfell. She has stayed at Winterfell through the Greyjoys and Boltons. And they meet again after Jon and Sansa won back Winterfell. Ramsay kept her separate from Sansa so the couldn’t conspire together. Thank you in advance!

Killing Khaleesi: A Wattpad request; Y/n is Cersei’s oldest daughter who always obeys her orders, but when she’s ordered to kill Khaleesi, she can’t, and starts spending time down there, telling her mom she’s making her wait till she least expects it. And then when Y/n walks down there one night, her mom is there, waiting for her and gives her a choice. Either she kills her, or Cersei does. Of course when y/n goes to kill her, she swings around and slices her mom’s leg making her fall down, and she releases Khaleesi and they ride back to where the dragon mother lives.

Not My Daughter!: A Wattpad request; Hi can I make a request on a Joffrey x Baby Daughter! Reader I know it’s not part of the story but if you can? Joffrey doesn’t care about anything or anyone except his daughter and if anyone hurts her or makes her cry he gets into like mama lion mode

The Announcement: Another Wattpad request; it’s a Modern AU with a targaryen reader and Jaime Lannister Where the reader is Dany’s baby sister and she is married to Jaime Lannister, who Dany, Rhaegar and Viserys (they’re all alive here) hate and their families were once business allies until Tywin (Jaime’s dad) betrayed the Targaryens and merged with the Baratheons instead Fast forward to the present day, Jaime and the reader host a dinner because they have an announcement to make, the targaryens and and Lannisters argue about their relationship in general, Viserys said something snarky to Jaime which made the reader snap at him and tell everyone that they are expecting triplets, Dany, Rhaegar and the Lannisters were all happy except viserys who walked out like a drama queen lol

Beauty: Another Wattpad request; can I have a Tywin Lannister x fem!Targaryen where the reader went in hiding in the woods only to be found by Tywin but he has no idea the reader was a female let alone a Targaryen until he accidentally saw her washing her hair in a near by river and he was immediately stunned by her beauty and then he started to be sweet with her in his own charming debonair way and the asks to marry her. Thank you

I update this list as I finish writing requests so check back often! You can find the WIP/Current requests page on my blog!

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Resurrected

Based on this request: Could you do one where after the Red Weddig, the Brotherhood without Banners (I think it was) finds Robb and resurrects him, but he doesn't remember much? Grey Wind finds him and together they roam around in the North while Robb regains his memories and strength and he joins Jon in the Battle of the Bastards, and he reunites with his wife, the reader?? She was with him at the Red Wedding, but was taken by lord Bolton back to Winterfell and held capitve, and gave birth to Robbs son, Eddard??

Masterpost

Here you are! I do not own ANY Game of Thrones characters. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Red Wedding mentions, resurrection mentions, angst, and a teeny bit of fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Robb Stark x fem!reader, Beric Dondarrion, Grey Wind, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark

Robb woke up to the feeling of something nudging his hand. He opened his eyes and immediately closed them again when he felt his head pounding. "Where am I? What happened?" he kept asking himself over and over again. After a moment, he opened his eyes again at the nudging feeling. He turned his head to find Grey Wind standing there, his massive frame taking up most of the tent they appeared to be in.

"There you are," Robb whispered, his voice hoarse. "And there you are, Lord Stark." Robb jumped at the voice, sitting up fully. Before he could speak, he broke into a fit of coughing. The man in the tent with him waited until he finished and then offered him some water. "You mustn't move too quickly, my lord. You were, technically, brought back from the dead. You'll need time to regain your strength."

"Back from the...What happened?" The man's brows furrowed over his one eye. "You don't remember?" Robb shook his head. "What is the last thing you remember?" Robb searched his brain for the answer. "I remember taking Jaime Lannister as my captive. I remember Mother letting him go. After that, nothing." The man let out a sigh. "Very well. My name is Beric Dondarrion and there is much I need to tell you."

*short time skip*

Despite Beric telling him everything he knew, Robb still couldn't remember. It frustrated him to no end. How could so much have happened and he not remember it? He died after all. Deciding that he couldn't sit around and wait for his memories to come back, Robb left Beric's camp. He thought that if he could travel the North for a bit, perhaps his memories would come back. So he asked for provisions and he set out with Grey Wind.

As he traveled, Robb let his mind wander. During the day, the practice didn't do much, but at night, it seemed to work. While he slept, Robb dreamt of another time. Of different people. He dreamt of Winterfell and of his family. His mother and father, his siblings, Theon. And finally, after weeks, he began seeing your face in his dreams. (E/C) eyes bore into his soul as you looked at him with such love and devotion, it hurt. Who were you?

After traveling for months, Robb finally learned your name. He spoke it in his dreams and his memories began returning to him. You were his wife. His wife that had died at the hands of the Boltons. When memories of the Red Wedding came flooding back to him, Robb wanted to cry. He cursed his memories this time. What could were those thoughts if you were no longer alive to share them with? He needed to get back to Winterfell, if only to repay the Boltons for what they had done. And it turned out, he wasn't the only one.

Robb kept himself hidden for the most part so to not draw attention to himself. As such, he heard many more things that he would have if people had known who he really was. "Jon Snow is headed for Winterfell with an army of Wildlings. Says he's going to take back Winterfell for Lady Sansa." Robb's ears perked up when he heard that. Jon and Sansa were still alive. He asked the gossiper where Jon's camp was located. As soon as he had the general direction, Robb took off again, Grey Wind at his heels.

Sure enough, Jon's camp was there. In fact, a bunch of Wildlings tried to stop him from entering Jon's tent. Grey Wind growled lowly. "What is going on?" Jon asked, poking his head out. "I've come to join your cause," Robb said. Jon froze in his place and Robb knew his voice had been recognized. Then Jon looked at Grey Wind before returning his gaze to Robb. Robb carefully removed his hood. "Snow." Jon let out a sigh of disbelief. "Robb." In an instant, the two had each other in a warm embrace.

"I thought you were dead." Robb chuckled. "So did I." Another voice joined theirs a moment later. "Jon? Who is-" Tears welled up in Sansa's eyes as she beheld the older brother she thought long dead. "Robb." Sansa threw herself at Robb and hugged him close. Robb felt his own eyes filling with tears, but now wasn't the time.

"Where have you been, Robb? We thought you were dead all this time." Robb explained what had happened as best he could. He told them how he had woken up without most of his memories and of how, when they came back, he couldn't see the sense in returning home if everyone was dead. "Even my wife...my Y/N." Sansa's eyes widened. "Did you say Y/N?" Robb nodded, but Sansa didn't get a chance to say more. It was time.

Robb fought was well as he could. He did his best not to die again. That wouldn't do any good. It certainly wouldn't help Jon at all. So he fought and fought until he thought he would collapse from fatigue. Then, the battle was won. Rickon was dead now, but they had retaken Winterfell from Ramsay Bolton. It was a bittersweet victory.

Robb wandered the halls of his childhood home and sighed. He came upon the chambers that were his once and stopped short. He could hear voices from inside. He rattled the door, just to see what would happen. "Quickly," he heard a feminine voice whisper." Curious, he opened the door.

His eyes widened at the sight of you standing there. You were caked in dirt and other grime, but it was you. You weren't dead after all. "Y/N," Robb breathed out your name. "R-Robb? Is it really you?" Robb crossed the room in a few strides. "It is, my love." You sniffled and hugged him. "How are you here?" you asked, your voice muffled by his shoulder. "That is a story for another time. But why are you here? You were at the Twins when...when," he cut off. He couldn't bring himself to say the words.

"Roose Bolton had me taken away and brought back here. We've been here ever since." Robb's brows drew together. "We?" You nodded. "You may come out now." The blanket covering the lower part of the bed moved and a small boy came out. "Who is this?" You smiled down at the boy and then at Robb. "You mean you can't tell?"

Robb took a good look at the boy. He had (h/c) hair but startling Tully blue eyes. Robb returned his shocked gaze to you. "Meet your son. Eddard Stark, second of his name. Eddard, this is your father." Young Eddard regarded his father with curious eyes. "But mother, you told me father was dead." You smiled again. "I thought he was."

For a moment, all Robb could do was stare. Then, he snapped out of his daze and grinned. In a split second, he had you both in his arms again. "My loves. I will never leave you again," he swore. He pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled Eddard closer to him.

(a/n: This was harder than it should have been to be honest.)

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