Game of Thrones One Shots (Reader X Character)

The bastard of Bolton | Ramsay Bolton x Reader

Warnings: Submission, Blood, Swearing

A/N: I would just like to make it clear that I personally really liked Ramsay Bolton as a character. I don't agree with everything he did in the show, obviously. However, I don't want people to get the wrong impression with this. I just want people to enjoy the one shot because I feel like as a whole Ramsay deserves more love. Plus, I have the biggest crush on Iwan Rheon like what's not to like about him??? he's fantastic and amazing and people need to realise that everything that happens on the show is fictional.

With that being said, please enjoy this one shot!!

H/L -  Hair Length

H/C - Hair Colour

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"Keep on running!" His voice boomed throughout Wolfswood as you ran for your life in hopes you would not get caught. "Run little piggy, run!" You could hear in his voice that he was enjoying every minute of this, every minute he got closer to catching you and every minute you were closer to death.

Ramsay Bolton did this for entertainment. You were no one of importance and that's why he was doing it. He knew you wouldn't have been missed, perhaps by your father and little sister but nothing more than that and you were definitely not telling him about them. Throughout The North his name was mentioned 'Ramsay Snow, The bastard of Bolton' the way people spoke of him he was crazy, no morals, no empathy and all he saw everyday was red. You thought that maybe all he saw everyday was black due to how black his soul could be when playing this game for entertainment. Playing it for the kicks, the thrill of the chase, it was disgusting.

"No where to hide. Now come out before the dogs find you." He was patronising, the way he said every word as if speaking to a four year old. However, that's why he was so frightening and you had heard about the way he had tortured so many before you including Theon Greyjoy aka Reek.

He was alongside Ramsay during this chase through the woods and you knew that deep down Theon was still in there and he wanted to truly help but he was so broken, half the man that he once was. You remember the time that Theon had visited your village and quite frankly he was awful. He had demanded for more wine, he was looking at the girls as if they were meat ready to be served on a plate and he walked around your village as if he owned everything and everyone. Now though, he was nothing, an empty shell of what he used to be and it was kind of sad. You didn't know for sure if he recognised you before this human hunt began but it didn't matter now anyway, you were going to die.

"Gosh you run faster than my arrows." Ramsay said, his voice full of sarcasm. He was aiming badly, making sure to hit the arrows on the trees in front of you to scare you and he was doing a fine good job. Your feet were beginning to hurt due to the lack of shoes, all the twigs were snapping and digging into the base of your foot. Your once blue dress was now ripped at the bottom and covered in black dirt and your H/L H/C hair was now a mangled mess.

That's when you lost your footing and fell straight on your face into the pile of twigs and dirt on the ground. All of a sudden the adrenaline that had once been pumping through your body to run the way you did, to climb the way you did because honestly fear does things to people you could never expect. You felt a sea of pain wash over you as you screamed out, hoping someone would at least hear you in this dense forest but you knew no one would. An arrow had gone straight through your leg, missing the bone but going through the flesh and you knew he did that on purpose as you were the last one left out of the 10 men and women picked at random from your village.

- FLASHBACK -

"Make sure to grab the carrots for tonight's meal, Y/N." Your father said as you walked through the door. You were on the way to the market to grab some of the produce for tonight's meal, after your mother died you took on the domestic side of things. It was you that cleaned, cooked and looked after everyone in the house to make sure they were okay.

Everyone knew you in the village and you felt safe and secure surrounded by so many people which is why you loved coming out in the afternoon. You would often get visits from family's from all around Westeros and Essos and they would bring food and drink along with them. Today was no different, House Bolton were visiting and the majority of the village were scared because of Roose Bolton's bastard son, Ramsay. You had heard stories of him and what he'd done to people that disobeyed him or that he hated but you weren't afraid of him, as long as you kept out of his way nothing could go wrong.

Picking up the carrots that your father told you to bring back home when the sound of horses were heard just over the hill and you knew straight away that it was the Bolton family. They held their house banner up as they entered the village grounds and everyone was silent, everyone including you. You didn't think that they would be here this early so you stood there in your green dress looking up at the people on the horses as the rode into the centre of the town. That's when you saw him for the first time, Ramsay Bolton, he was different to what you were expecting in real life. He was much smaller and much cheekier looking and you would've never thought he would look that way.

"Hello I am Warden of The North, Roose Bolton." He gets off of his horse and walks closer to the market, "this is my son, Ramsay Bolton was Snow."

"BASTARD!" You hear a man shout from the distance and you shake your head at the utter stupidity that that man had once you see three of Bolton's guards go after the shouting man.

"Will there be a feast tonight, girl?" You turned around to see who the voice belonged too and it was Ramsay and he was talking to you, 'great' you thought, 'talk about keeping out the way.'

"No, m'lord but we can make one for you." You smiled slightly and held your basket tighter to your chest as Ramsay examined you.

"A feast it is then!" He clapped his hands together and moved closer to you, "Show me the way to the hall, would you?"

"O-Of course, m'lord. It would be my pleasure." You complied with everything he said, you had to because you were scared but he seemed nice as of right now.

You eventually made it to the hall and opened the door for him, "It isn't much m'lord but we make the most out of what we've got."

Ramsay turned to face you, his eyes looking into your eyes and then the way his eyes scanned your body with a smooth, "I'm sure you do." He then went to sit at one of the tables, still facing you.

"Come sit." He said quietly. You swallowed nervously because you had to get back to your family, they wouldn't survive without you.

"I really have to get ba-" You were cut off by his instant shushing.

"Enough, now sit." Ramsay was more demanding this time and you began to get scared.

"Of course m'lord, sorry m'lord." You sounded like a bumbling idiot but that's what Ramsay wanted. Sitting down next to him he placed his hand on your leg over the top of your dress.

"You're going to come with me." He then moved your neck to one side with a gentle push and kissed it lightly, "and you're going to comply." Moving up to your ear he nipped at it slightly before moving away.

You couldn't move. Was this actually happening to you? You told yourself to keep out the way and here you were. Ramsay all over you even though you'd literally just met 5 minutes ago and you blushing and feeling paralysed. "Take off your shoes and follow me." And you did as you were told, slipping out of your shoes and leaving them on the hall table you moved out of the hall and followed him back to the centre of the village and everyone was gone.

"W-Where is everyone, m'lord?" You looked around, a once busy village afternoon was now like a barren wasteland. Ramsay didn't say a word and you were pushed into the cart along with a few other people. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was Ramsay's sweet mischievous grin staring back at you.

- PRESENT -

You were then cornered by his hounds, himself and Theon. You had no where to go and no way of survival and you were hoping that a miracle was going to happen but you knew it wouldn't. Nothing would save you from the inevitable because you knew how this was going to end.

The man with no empathy wouldn't just suddenly have any for you.

"If you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention."