Game of Thrones One Shots (Reader X Character)

It came from us | Ramsay Bolton x Reader

Warnings: Angst,Rape (Not Ramsay), Swearing, Fluff.

A/N: This is a little fluffy/dark Ramsay Bolton fic for you all!! I love writing Ramsay in a way that makes him more human because in the show he really doesn't show any qualities of true human compassion or love. It takes him a while to like the reader but when he does, he shows it. ALSO I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS AND THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I'VE WROTE!!

P.S I will get onto the requests as soon as possible!!

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"I'm not marrying him. You cannot possibly expect me to marry him!"

You remember saying this to your father before you met him. You had heard the awful stories that were told around the dinner table about how he would find entertainment in killing people. At first it didn't come as any shock to you as you knew many people who found entertainment in killing but he was different. This man wanted nothing in return; no gold, no women, no wine. He just liked watching people get hurt and that scared you.

"This is the only way we can have a strong alliance with the North." Your father said calmly. You knew that deep down your father wasn't bothered about you. You had never been the right sex for him, you were never going to be the son that he always wanted. He didn't care that he was giving you to Ramsay Bolton.

"Please, father, I will do anything." You begged but you knew it wasn't going to help you in anyway. This was your fate and you had to deal with it in the best way that you could.

"My answer is final. You'll be leaving at first light." He brushed past you as you slumped to the floor in defeat. You had heard about the things Ramsay had done to women, men and even children. He was a sadistic Lord with no mercy or morals.

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You knew the journey wasn't far to Winterfell but it felt like a decade on the back of your horse. You had to admit that the scenery was absolutely phenomenal and you could see why the North had many guests.

However, you couldn't quite believe the circumstance in which you were here and the fact you'd be here, forever. Your family had visited Winterfell when it was ruled by the Starks but since House Bolton took over, your family didn't even dare to go back. The Bolton's were a ruthless house with nothing but fear soaked into those of their betrayers and you just couldn't afford to be one of them. Ramsay wouldn't be kind to you and you had accepted that but you didn't want to die. You knew that torture would be horrific but if you tried not to open your mouth then maybe he would be nicer to you.

This was a bad trait of yours, as your father used to point out. You would run your mouth off to people of a higher status and more often than never you paid for it. Usually that would be through beatings on the street, you had battle wounds to prove how short of a temper you had when it came to piggish men and Ramsay, he was a pig.

But you had to control yourself because Ramsay Bolton wouldn't think twice about cutting your throat or feeding you to his infamous hounds.

You hadn't even noticed that you were now mere seconds away from facing your soon to be husband so you had to prepare. Back straight, chest forward and finish with a smile because you couldn't look miserable whilst with him, you had to make sure he was happy enough to be with you.

The doors to Winterfell opened and you rode into the centre of the market, all eyes on you and the guards that had accompanied you on your travel up to Winterfell. Climbing off your house you smoothed down your dress and that's when you saw him. He was smug looking and dressed in mostly black, he had slight scruff around his face with short black locks.