Got One-Shots Book 2

Terrors of the Night (Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader)

The screams woke Ramsay up. The slap to his face made him realize what was happening. You were sitting up in bed, screaming. Your eyes were open and you looked absolutely petrified. Another night terror. You'd been having them since before Ramsay even met you. When the two of you married, they didn't get better. Ramsay knew that was partially his fault. He didn't have the reputation of a mad dog for no reason.

When your arms stopped flailing, Ramsay wrapped his around you. He cooed in your ear, gently trying to bring you out of your terror. He had learned to be gentle during your episodes. The last time he tried his normal methods, he almost lost his head. Literally. You had jumped from the bed and grabbed his sword, ready to swing. "Y/N, you're safe," he whispered, "You're safe. I am the only one here. Just us."

Slowly, you came back to reality. The images haunting your mind began disappearing. The screams died in your throat. You blinked and turned to Ramsay. "R-Ramsay?" Without warning, you threw your arms around him and burst into tears.

Ramsay had gotten used to this by now. You had the terrors often enough. Ramsay guessed that's what happened when you'd been through everything you had. Sighing, Ramsay let you cry it out, occasionally whispering words in your ear that he hoped were soothing. He really had no experience being a comforting presence. He had to learn on the go with you.

"What was it this time?" he asked and you shook your head, indicating you didn't want to talk about it. While that irked your husband, he understood that sometimes talking about it just made it worse. If you managed to fall back asleep, the terror would just happen again. That's how he knew how bad it was.

"Do you want to go back to sleep or would you rather stay up? Take a walk?" You sniffled. "C-Can you just hold me?" you asked, shaking still. It wasn't often that you asked Ramsay to show you much affection. He wasn't that kind of man and everyone knew it. He never wanted anyone to see him as soft, even you. Ramsay's lips downturned into a scowl as he contemplated your question.

"Never mind. Forget I asked. I am being silly," you said. You turned away from him and laid down, you back to him. Ramsay rolled his eyes and laid down next to you. After a moment of silence, he heard your sniffles. Pushing down a sigh, he rolled over and pulled you to him, your back pressed against his chest. "Stop crying," he ordered and closed his eyes.

You fought back your tears as you closed your eyes again and tried to go back to sleep. Ramsay's hand drew patterns on your stomach over your nightdress. The simple yet comforting gesture was enough to calm you down. You slowly turned in his arms so you were facing him. He opened his eyes and looked down at you. "Thank you, Ramsay," you whispered. You leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Ramsay stilled. He wasn't used to that sort of sweet and gentle gesture from anyone. When you pulled away, he cleared his throat. "Go to sleep, Y/N." His hand went back to tracing patterns on your back as you snuggled closer to him. In just a few minutes, your breathing had evened out again and you were asleep. Ramsay sighed. "Goodnight," he whispered before falling asleep himself.