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They come at night - GoT - Ramsay x Reader

Now, I know that it is a little early to celebrate All Hallows Eve, but I thought that I would get my story in before you all get bored of ghosties and ghoulies. 😁 I always think that Ramsay's character lends itself to such imagines, plus I can't help but love him. So, an early Happy Halloween, and I hope you enjoy. 👻💀🌛🕷🕸

It was that one night of the year when all would lock themselves securely in their homes. From the poorest smallfolk to the richest nobles, not one of them would dare step foot outside once the sun had begun to set. For that was when they came out.

That one night of the year, the world belonged to them, the creatures of the dark, creatures that should never have been allowed to set foot in the world.

Before the time of the first man, these dark creatures had ruled the world and the lands that were now the Seven Kingdoms, praying on any that were weaker than them, until the gods, filled with revulsion and anger at their first creations, had fought a war against their dark children, both sides losing many before the gods finally won, confining the evil to the darkest circles of underworld. But the gods gave one concession to their wicked children, fearing that if they did not, then one day their evil offspring would rise and once again consume the world, spreading their malevolence throughout the lands.

One day a year the darkness would be allowed to emerge from their prisons, they would be allowed to rule the world again for that one night, allowed to do and take what they wished. And so, it had been since the first time.

Over the centuries, some had taken to leaving offerings to the creatures, hoping that it would appease the beings and bring them good fortune for the year to come. Others would have blessings placed on their homes in hopes that it would repeal the darkness; but which ever they chose to do, all knew not to leave a single door or window open in fear that the creatures would enter.

Ramsay looked out of his window in the Dreadfort, rolling his eyes as the sound of every window and door to the outside world being locked and bolted echoed through the corridors, everyone in the great black castle desperate to stay safe, all praying for the night to be over and that they would survive.

Ramsay hated the notion that he should fear others, believing that there was only one creature that people should fear, and that was him, not some dark being that may not even exist. Of course, he had heard the rumours like everyone else. He had heard the tall tales of people that had forgotten to lock a window being dragged from their beds in the middle of the night and taken to the Seven Hells. He had heard of the fires, and of the animals that went missing; but to Ramsay, these were just stories invented to instil fear in the young, the feeble minded, and the gullible, of which he believed he was none.

But tonight, tonight was going to be different, tonight he was not going to cower under his bed or flinch in fear every time he heard a noise. No. Tonight he would prove that these so called dark creatures didn't exist, and that he, and only he, was the one that should make people fear.

Quietly, he unbolted the window, a smug smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, as he thought of how he could make other feel small and foolish in the morning, when he revelled in the fact that he had not been as idiotic as all the others.

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A freezing gust of wind blew through Ramsay's room shaking him from his sleep. He had done his best to stay awake, desperate to see if anything would appear through the unlocked window; but try as he may, sleep had finally taken him. Being woken by the cold in the north was nothing new, normally Ramsay would just pull the furs tighter around himself, turn over, and return to his slumbers; but there was something about this gust of air, something that made it colder than anything he had felt before, and as he slowly sat up his eyes grew wide at the sight that greeted him.

There, sat on the ledge of his window, its black form silhouetted by the large moon that seemed to perfectly illuminate it, sat a creature, its body surrounded by ghostly wisps of smoke that appeared to gently kiss the beings skin.

Ramsay rubbed his eyes in disbelief, quickly grabbing for the wine glass that sat next to his bed. The young Bolton sniffing at the contents believing that someone must have slipped something into the liquid.

"So, you are Ramsay Bolton." The creature hissed, as it sprang from its perch on the sill, gliding slowly across the floor to where Ramsay lay, its female physique become more apparent as it got closer.

"I am so glad to meet a mortal with a heart and soul as truly black as yours, it is an honour." The creature told him, bowing slightly as it moved ever closer, her brilliant yellow eyes glowing brightly as she came to rest on the bed by his side.

"What are you, and why are you in room?" Ramsay demanded to know, summoning all the courage he could muster, despite the feeling of dread that had a tight grip on his psyche.

"Oh, I have been known by many things by many different people. Some call me Djinn, others wraith or Shedim, to others I am the Cyhyraeth, but to all I am fear. I am the daughter of shadows, the rightful and original ruler of this land, and I am here because you were foolish or foolhardy enough to allow me entry." The creature told him, gesturing towards the open window.

"Did you believe that we did not exist? Did you believe that you could face the darkness and win, or did you simply wish to look upon fear itself? Whichever it is, you are very unwise. Normally I would take any mortal that invited me in. Normally I would consume your flesh and drag your soul back to the deepest circles of the underworld; but I know of you, I have heard of what you do, and I am intrigued." The shadow cooed, gripping tightly at Ramsay's chin as she looked him up and down.

"I have a proposition for you, Bolton. A proposition that I think would be of benefit to both of us." The creature told a stunned Ramsay, as it moved so close that there was nothing between the pair but the night.

"When the sun rises, I will be forced to return to my prison, to dwell there for another year; but if I am with child by the morn, the child of a mortal, then the gods must allow me to stay. You Ramsay Bolton are the perfect choice. You are as wicked as any being I have come across, and your soul is already lost to the darkness." The female told him, Ramsay finding it hard not to grin at her suggestion.

"If I free you, what do I get in return? To free a creature from the Seven Hells is no small thing." Ramsay said, his eyes growing wide as the shadow being suddenly transformed into the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, her naked body pushed firmly up against his.

"All this will be yours. This body, this form, will be yours to do with as you wish, whenever you wish. I will make you the most powerful lord in the north, and if you wish I will make you king. I will give you all that you evil heart desires and more if you just make me lady of this land and give me a child before the sun rises." Her now beautiful voice hummed, as her hand slowly caressed his naked torso, Ramsay's muscles quivering under her delicate touch.

"You will give me an heir?" Ramsay gasped, as the woman stroked his harden cock deftly with her hand.

"I will give you the strongest, bravest, wisest heir that any man could wish for. He will be great, and rule with an iron fist and will make both our worlds shake with fear." She moaned, as Ramsay's hands explored her human form, his lips roughly kissing her soft skin.

"Then my lady, let me free you from your prison." Ramsay growled, as he forced her onto the bed, his hand gripping tightly around her throat as he thrust into her, her lewd moans stiffening his resolve as he made sure that the new lady of Dreadfort would still be by his side when the new day came.