Game of Thrones - One Shots

Ramsay Snow x Reader (1)

Growing up, you knew you would eventually be married off to someone, but you had no idea that that someone would be Ramsay Snow. Now, here you are, 1 week after your wedding and still stuck in the same damn room since your wedding night. Your body shivers at the memory, Ramsay much more aggressive than you had expected him to be. You could still feel the soreness between your legs, and when walking that soreness would act as a constant reminder that you belonged to him now.

The door creaks open, Ramsay entering the room. He is dressed up, carrying a bow in hand. You immediately stand up to greet him, showing respect by doing a curtsy, his blue eyes staring at your body as you do.

"My lord" you speak, trying to cover up the fear that still shoots through your body whenever he's around. You were a smart girl, but it didn't take a genius to know how spontaneous and dangerous Ramsay could be. He approaches you slowly, the lustful smirk he always gives you plastered on his face.

"My men and I are going on a little hunting trip. I wanted to come see you before I left" he explains, his face only inches away from yours. He is a bit taller than you which forces you to stretch your neck, looking up at him as you speak.

"Be safe, my lord. Will you be gone long?"

"I'll be back before nightfall" he says, leaning forwards to kiss your forehead. You stand completely still, anxiously awaiting for him to remove his lips. When he does, he doesn't pull away but instead leans in to whisper in your ear. "You better not be tired when I come back - It's going to be a long night". His arms quickly pull you against him, and even through the fabrics you could feel his full length pressing between your legs. You stood in silence, watching as he exits the room leaving you alone once again. You knew that this was your one chance to escape. With him and his men distracted with hunting, no one would notice you slipping out of Winterfell. If you stayed, who knew what strange things he would do to your body this time.

You made up your mind. Today would be the day that you escaped. You would either be successful, or die trying.

*An hour later*

When you were sure they were gone, you wasted no time, slipping through Winterfell's gates. You don't know where you are going, but that you just need to get away from here. Walking through the dense forestry, you are careful not to trip over any branches. The last thing you needed was to injure yourself at a time like this.

After what felt like several minutes of walking, the sound of dogs barking in the distance captures your attention. The sounds were coming behind you, getting louder the longer you stood petrified in place.

"(Y/N)!" a man yells, instantly recognizing the voice which belonged to Ramsay. Finally snapping out of it, you turn and run for your life. You had never been a fast runner, but right now it felt like you were running faster than the wind, using up every ounce of energy that was in your tiny body. Even though it felt like you were quick, the voices and barking seemed to be getting closer and closer. Exhaustion hits you quick, significantly slowing down as your body begins to fail you. You stop in defeat, turning to look at the dogs that appear before you. One of the hounds approaches you, growling fiercely revealing his canine teeth. You lean your back against a tree, stuck between the trunk and the hound inching closer towards you. When Ramsay and his men catch up to the scene, the dog retreats at Ramsay's order. Although you are weak, you use the opportunity to try and run away again. You don't make it far, the sharp pain of an arrow suddenly piercing through your right ankle. You cry out in pain, falling hard on the dirt covered ground. You turn your head to see the man who had shot you was one of the Bolton men. Ramsay looks from you, to the man, anger filling his eyes. Within seconds, the swinging of his sword completely chops through the hand that was used to shoot you.

"Did I give the orders to shoot her?!" Ramsay yells over the mans screams. When he topples on the floor from the pain, Ramsay takes full advantage, stepping on his neck before shoving his sword straight through his brain. "Completely useless" he spits out at the dead body, putting his sword away to approach you. You panic, afraid of what he may do to you.

"I'm sorry, my lord. I should have never run away. That was stupid of me, completely stupid-". He leans down and effortlessly picks you up, cutting off your rambling.

"Very stupid" he says, his colored eyes peering into yours. "Don't EVER try that again" he adds, his eyes filled with anger and hurt. When he blinks, his expression turns back to normal - carrying you swiftly and silently back to Winterfell.

By the time Ramsay sets you down in your bed, It was already into the late hours of the evening. The Maester had treated your wound, but your ankle still felt as if it had an arrow in it. Ramsay climbs into bed behind you. When his arm wraps around you, fear fills your body at the thought of what he has planned for tonight. But to your surprise, instead of sliding up to your breasts, or down between your legs, he keeps his hand on your stomach and only pulls you in against him. You find yourself shocked for two reasons - because Ramsay has never shown this type of affection before, and because for the first time your heart skips a beat and it's not out of fear.

Despite what everyone says about him, maybe Ramsay has the potential to truly fall for you, and you him.

<The End>