I am still working on my Blockbuster AU but I went on a little side mission and whipped up this self-indulgent short one-shot of Ramsay having to meet with Roose.
Now, before you decide if you want to check it out I will say if you’re not a fan of fat Ramsay this might not be your jam as it is a bit of an extreme fic revolving around that subject matter.
The preview is in text below the cut as well as the link if you think you’d want to take a gander at it 🎀
The Fattened Lord
Early morning sun shone through every window of Ramsay’s ascent. Though the light was pale and dulled by a sparse covering of clouds, it still served to agitate the young lord. Across the muddy yard, the tower with his sleeping chambers is calling to him in a siren's song most tempting.
Alas, Ramsay is forced to turn a blind eye to it.
When in want of something, he is hardly one to deny himself—at present his desire was to return to his soft feather bed with his Reek to warm it. Alas, his lord father had returned to the Dreadfort, so he was unable to do as he pleased. The visitation was no minor inconvenience; it rotted Ramsay’s mood to the very core.
Praying to the old gods was never something he had done with any real conviction; there was no favor that could be bestowed upon him that he need beg for. Asking for shallow things mocks their alleged ancient power, which amused him greatly. Ramsay prays that his father will take his leave quickly.
