GoT One-Shots!

Fighting For Family (Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader)

Ramsay's face contorted in rage when he heard the news. You and your son had been taken. While Ramsay held some worry for you, most of his concern was for his heir and for the babe in your belly. You were already nine moons gone. The baby was due any day and Ramsay was going to find you before it was born. No telling what your kidnappers would do to his unborn child. Ramsay would not stand for it and looked forward to torturing the poor soul that dared to take what was his.

Meanwhile, you were locked in some cell and you could feel the babe's uneasy movements. "Mother, are we going to die?" your son asked, his eyes wide with worry. It was strange to you, seeing that emotion in eyes so much like Ramsay's. "Your father will find us before that happens, my child," you assured him, although your gut was beginning to twist in fear as well. What if Ramsay didn't make it in time?

Ramsay searched high and low for his family. He killed or tortured anyone who got in his way until he finally found where you were. You'd been taken by the son of a lord still loyal to the Starks. A man who wanted Ramsay to suffer dearly and what better way than to take his heirs? So what if one of the heirs was still in its mother's belly?

Ramsay felt a rage he'd never felt before, and that was saying something. He wanted nothing more than to cut out the spine of that man. He rode as quickly as he could to the lord's castle, bringing his army with him. Not only was he going to get you back, he was going to take another castle while he was at it. That would prove to the North that Ramsay Bolton was not one to be trifled with.

They charged the castle before anyone realized they were coming. Ramsay himself lead the charge, determined to be the one to kill the man that had taken his family. It was over far too quickly for Ramsay. Before he knew it, he held the lord and his son at sword point, demanding the location of his wife and child. They directed him to the dungeons. Ramsay turned to his men and ordered that the two should be taken to Winterfell and locked away until Ramsay could punish them. Then, he went looking for you.

You'd heard the commotion above and prayed that it was someone coming to rescue you. The baby was restless and your son was becoming ill. You weren't certain how much longer you could keep your optimism in the situation. You heard footsteps echoing down the steps of the dungeons and you pulled your son close to you. You just knew you were about to die.

"Y/N?!" You breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of your husband's voice. "Ramsay!" you called back weakly. You could hear as his walk turned into a run and soon you saw his face just outside your cell. He quickly unlocked and opened the cell. "Father!" your son cried, nearly running into his father's arms but thinking better of it. That was a weakness in Ramsay's eyes. "Ramsay, thank the gods." He gave you a once-over to make certain you weren't hurt.

"Are you alright?" he asked, more softly than you'd ever heard him speak before. You nodded and said, "I am. The babe is as well. Strong like its father." Then, Ramsay did the unthinkable. He pulled you to him in a hug. "Wh-" you started, but stopped. You weren't about to question one of the few kind gestures your husband ever showed you.

"I thought you lost to me. I thought my children lost to me," he whispered. You carefully wrapped your arms around his waist. "You saved us. You fought for us. For your family," you said quietly. Ramsay pulled back and looked into your eyes. "Yes. My family. Come, let us return to Winterfell. There are two men that have to pay for what they've done." You shook your head with a soft chuckle, scooped your son up into your arms and followed Ramsay out. You hoped the babe would choose to wait a little longer to join the world.

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