To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow. You allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall. You have betrayed your own kind. You have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard. Come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon. His direwolf’s skin is on my floor. Come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living. You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister. You will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother. Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. — Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North
Request: Could you do a part 2 to the ‘caged’ Ramsay bolton imagine where she misses him so she comes back and he treats her super well? And like very fluffy and he’s super happy to see her (even though it’s Ramsay and he would never be that sweet irl) ANDOooooh I loved the Caged fic! Could you possibly write a sequel in which the reader and Ramsey meet again and this time they have a happy ending? ;-;
Months passed and still Ramsay could not fill the emptiness in his heart. No matter how many times he slept with other women, no matter how much he tortured people or killed others, the hole in his heart ached. He knew what the cure was but he also knew he couldn’t have it.
Ramsay was lying in his bed, his arms were folded behind his head as some wench lay draped across his body. The cold Northern air sent shivers through her body but Ramsay didn’t flinch; he had felt much colder things. There was a loud knock on the door, it echoed around the room, Ramsay exhaled a sigh, “What?”.
“M’lord Bolton, you have a visitor”, the guard called from behind the door. Ramsay frowned to himself, he pushed the young girl off his body and swung his legs over the bed. Mumbling angrily to himself, he swept up his breeches and threw his legs into them. “What?”, he snapped as he flung open the door, “Send them away”. The guard fumbled nervously with his weapon which was strapped across his waist, “B-But my l-lord, it i-is Lady (Y/N)”.
The Lord Bolton almost didn’t believe his guard as he made his way swiftly to the main hall where you were situated. His boots thudded on the ground like thunder as he made his way through the Winterfell castle, he hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt for he was too concentrated on making his way to you. Ramsay had never felt such a strong mix of emotions before: in his stomach there fluttered a thousand butterflies while in his heart he could feel his heart throb.
Since you said you liked third person POV maybe you can work something with this: Dany comes to Winterfell to get to know her nephew and prepare for war. She doesn't miss how Jon looks at the Lady of Winterfell. But her nephew is not as courageous in love as he is on the battlefield. Dany decides to intervene - by talking about possible matches for them.
yes i live for this
daenerys stormborn, queen of the andals and the first men, mother of dragons and maker of matches
While at first wary of forging an alliance with the Starks—and even more so when the truth of the King in the North’s parentage had become known—Daenerys had been properly convinced by her Hand, who had vouched for the family so wholeheartedly that she couldn’t refuse. She had come to know Tyrion Lannister’s counsel to be indispensable, and it was clear from the start that Jon Snow has no designs on the Iron Throne. He is focused on the war that winter has brought, and when it’s over he wants nothing but to stay in the North where he belongs.
“‘Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.’” “… ‘Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North’?”
(aka tfw you’ve had it up to here with your shitty brother-in-law’s shenanigans)
“Be done with me, then,” he urged the king. "Take off my head off and stick it on a spear. I slew Lord Eddard’s sons, I ought to die. But do it quick. He is coming.“ "Who is coming? Bolton?” “Lord Ramsay,” Theon hissed. "The son, not the father. You must not let him take him. Roose… Roose is safe within the walls of Winterfell with his fat new wife. Ramsay is coming.“ "Ramsay Snow, you mean. The Bastard.” “Never call him that!” Spittle sprayed from Theon’s lips. "Ramsay Bolton, not Ramsay Snow, never Snow, never, you have to remember his name, or he will hurt you.“ "He is welcome to try. Whatever name he goes by.”