summary: anon request- I was the anon aking if you write for Harry Potter. Do you think you could do something with Charlie or Bill? They don’t get enough recognition
author’s note: okay, but whoever you are, i want to kiss you. I love, love, LOVE the Weasley family and had so much fun with this! enjoy!
It was the opportunity of a lifetime. How could you have said no? It was like everything in your life had led up to this moment. Not many mediwizards got this chance, and especially not American mediwizards. But here you were, about to start your first day on the job as a mediwizard in Dragon territory Romania.
This is what you were made for. Growing up in Boston to a muggle father and witch mother. Your father was a captain of the Boston FD and your mother was a healer in a private Bostonian wizarding hospital. Your life was full of emergency services. You wanted to be like your father, a fireman. Upholding the family tradition of firefighting. But then your Ilvermorny letter arrived, as your mother knew it would, and your only focus was to be the wizarding equivalent to a paramedic, a mediwizard.
Working under pressure came easy for you. Almost as easy as preparing potions while people in pain were screaming at you. You had an uncanny ability to prepare doses and make immediate diagnoses at the drop of a hat. Fresh in the field you gained attention from the higher ups and long time veterans of the field. And your heart was bursting when your commander told you he had put your name in for a job opening as a mediwizard in Romania. But getting the owl to tell you that you had been selected almost made your heart stop. How could you be so lucky?
And now you stood near the medical tent, going through routine wand check and a basic rundown of your skills. You took the shiny badge from your new commander and pinned it proudly on your uniform. A warmth glowing inside of you that surely shone through your eyes.
“Aye, everything seems to be in order. Your partner will escort you to your first station and get you settled in. Welcome aboard, (Y/N).” The commander said, giving you a wan smile.
You fixed your uniform robes and walked out of the tent, eyes scanning the vast land before you. You couldn’t wait to take some pictures to send back home. You were just making mental note of what you would take pictures of first when a voice came from behind you.
You turned at the voice and noticed a redhaired young man roughly your age. He was covered in black soot, which made his smile dazzling against the sun. “You’re (Y/N) then? I’m Charlie. Your partner asked if I would come show you the way. He’s a bit tied up at the moment helping one of the other dragon wranglers who got in a spot of trouble.”
You eyed Charlie up and down and raised a brow, “A spot of trouble, huh?”
Charlie gave a broad smile and a shrug, “The job gets boring sometimes, and well, you can’t just turn down a dare. Word of the wise, pepper makes a dragon sneeze just as well as a person.”
You gave a small laugh, “No wonder you lot are in need of more mediwizards.”
Charlie gave another innocent shrug and pointed his thumb over his shoulder, “If you’ll follow me then.”
You fit right in with the crowd you worked with. There was really never a moments peace. Sometimes lunch and healing salve went almost hand in hand. Dragon wranglers were wild, and that’s all there was to it. They seemed to have no sense of self preservation. ‘Live in the moment’, Charlie would tell you every time you tended to his burns. You almost came to the conclusion that he was stained in dragon fire soot.
“You smell like a house fire.” You said, tending to the seventeenth burn on Charlie in two weeks.
You were beat. Working around the clock. There were shifts, but even in your few hours off, it wasn’t enough to actually rest. The mediwizard force was really outnumbered and overworked. However, the job was so high stress, not many could make the cut. And now you understood why. You were running on dragon fumes. Quite literally. The constant brimstone smell made your head a bit light from time to time.
“Uh, (Y/N)...” Charlie said, wincing in pain and jerking his arm away from you. “That’s peanut butter.”
“Peanut butter...” You mumbled, dipping the butter knife back into the peanut butter jar. Then the weight of the words hit you and you snapped awake, “Peanut butter!”
You looked down, and sure enough, you had slathered peanut butter on Charlie’s burn, but only after you had made a healing salve and jelly sandwich for lunch. You gave a frustrated sigh and shook your head. “So sorry, Charlie.” You said, pulling your wand from your robe and giving it a small wave.
Charlie reached in his pocket and held out a flask, “You could do with a pick me up.”
You looked from flask to Charlie and raised your brow as you often did with him. He was a trouble maker. He gave a crooked grin and shook the flask at you.
“Go on. A shot of firewhiskey will do you some good.” He urged.
You took the flask and a small swig. the heat in your throat waking you at once. You gave a small cough, feeling like you could breathe fire as well as any of the dragons in the field. A small shake of your head, handing the flask back.
“Is it always this busy?” You asked, hearing a dragon roar, shouting, and feeling the heat of the dragon fire, even if it was a ways off. You moved the peanut butter away and pulled the salve toward you.
Charlie gave a huff, “Not usually. It’s breeding season. And there are more males than there are females that are ready to breed. It’s a nightmare out there. Males will try to eat everything in sight that even moves. Thinks it will try and make a move on his lady. Watched one rip a tree from the ground and chew it up into splinters because the wind made the branches move too much.”
You applied the ointment and tutted. “Males.”
Charlie laughed, a small sigh of relief leaving him as you applied more of the ointment. “Your salve is the best. It soothes immediately and takes the burn out.”
You gave a small shrug, “Spearmint and lavender.”
“When do you get off?” He asked, catching you off guard.
Your voice seemed to stick and you stared stupidly at Charlie.
“Next crew should be in in about three hours.” Adam, your partner, spoke up as he walked into the tent to set up the cauldron and start another batch of Draught of Peace.
“Well then, how about an actual lunch?” Charlie said looking from Adam back to you.
“What?” You said stupidly.
“She’d be delighted.” Adam answered for you, prodding the bottom of the cauldron with his wand to light the fire underneath.
“I’ll see you in three, then.” Charlie said brightly, leaving your table and slipping out of the tent.
“You’re kinda slow on the uptake aren’t you?” Adam chuckled, ducking under your table to grab the potions kit.
“I am not!” You said defensively, feeling your cheeks warm.
“He’s been hinting for like two weeks.” Adam continued casually, taking out a set of brass scales and giving his wand complicated little waves.
“Tuh.” You hissed in indignation, pulling out your patient report, and pausing slightly when you wrote down Charlie Weasley. Had you really been so obvious at becoming dumbfounded about being asked out? Though, you couldn’t remember the last time you had even made time for a date, or even an event out with friends. You were always too busy with school work you’d say. You’d always take extra shifts.
You shook your head at yourself, consulting your watch to guesstimate the time in which Charlie had walked into the tent for medical attention. “I’m headed to the station.” You said, gathering up your items to move from tent to the station, fifty meters away. Adam simply grunted, biting his tongue as he carefully added potion ingredients to the cauldron.
“Well look at that.” You said, throwing your quill down and standing from your seat three hours later as the next crew came in. “I actually got all my reports done today.”
Adam looked over your shoulder, “And in legible writing even. Go you.”
“Oh hush. My writing is so much better than yours.” you quipped, placing the thick stack of papers in a file folder. “Good luck guys! See you in thirty six!” You tittered, waving at the new crew as you hung up your uniform robe to leave. Alice gave a dismissive wave and her partner Chris gave you a rather rude hand gesture. he looked as tired as you felt. You giggled, stepping back outside of the building, waiting on Adam.
“Chris seems real enthused today doesn’t he?” You said, falling into step with your partner until you reached the apparating point on the edge of the field.
“Commander denied him vacation until breeding season is over because we are so short handed.” Adam said with a small yawn. “I’m sure Charlie will be here momentarily. I’m headed to take a loooooong nap.”
“Enjoy! See you tomorrow-ish.” You said with a small smile, giving Adam a small wave as he turned on his heel and disappeared with a faint ‘pop!’.
“Hey! (Y/N)!” Charlie called loudly, waving at you. You turned and smiled at him. “So, late lunch. Early dinner. Whatever it is. I owe you for the great care you’ve given.”
“Hows your arm?” You asked.
Charlie held up his arm, there was a very large, shiny scar forming.
You frowned at the scar, “I should have been quicker.” You said, taking his arm and running a finger along the pink skin.
“I think it adds a bit of flavor.” Charlie chuckled. “There’s a pub in the nearest little town. They make amazing sandwiches. Their beer selection is pretty great too. What do you say?”
“Lead the way.” You beamed, taking him in. He was soot free for once. You weren’t even sure that was possible. He smelled nice too. Not like brimstone or healing salve.
He was right. So very right. This tiny pub was exactly what you needed. You felt like some starved animal as you ate two sandwiches and... how many glasses of beer was it now?
Charlie told you all about his time at Hogwarts and his love for magical creatures. He pressed you endlessly for information on Ilvermorny. He then continued the conversation by talking about his family. Very large family. his four youngest siblings still at Hogwarts. His youngest brother being best friends with Harry Potter, and how a couple years ago they had written to him asking if he would pick up an illegal dragon from the school.
“She’s a real beauty. We call her Norberta. As beautiful as a Norwegian Ridgeback as there ever was. I’ll have to introduce you sometime.” He said fondly before telling you about his older brother Bill, who was in Egypt breaking curses for Gringotts.
You told him about your family, and how your father was a muggle. This made Charlie laugh and tell you all about how fascinated his father was with muggles, and plug and batteries. That made you laugh loudly.
“You know, they’re working out all the kinks... but they’re going to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament. Going to be hosted at Hogwarts. They want us to supply some dragons for one of the three tasks. I’ve been put on that detail. We’ll need a couple Mediwizards on hand, to make sure nothing too horrible happens. You and Adam should put in. I’d love to show you Hogwarts.”
You gave a small grin, elbows on the edge of the table as you held another pint in your fingertips. You took a sip and gave your lips a small smack. “It almost sounds as if you plan on getting hurt.” You quirked your brow again. “I was going through my reports. You have some pretty novice mistakes going on for a top dragon wrangler...”
“Would you believe me if I said that maybe the dragons and I have an agreement that they only slightly maim me so that I can see you? I wasn’t lying when I said your healing salve is the best.”
“Oh, so you only like me for my medicines?” You asked in a mock scandalized tone.
“That, and your soft hands.” Charlie said giving a shrug as he often did when he was called out on something.
“No shame in you is there? You are very charming, Charlie Weasley.”
Request: Oberyn x fem reader x Ellaria where they both fall in love with her and trying to make an open move on her, touching her in rather suggestive places and flirting but reader being reluctant off them and playing hard to get, they get jealous when she clings to Renly and Loras sides(wish those two were family to me)but not in a romantic way. They both manage to succeed with Ellaria alone trying first, she manage to get the reader to say that she is scared and anxious of dating two people at the same time. Ellaria then told the reader before walking away that they won't be leaving or going anywhere or back to Dorne without the reader and they love her more than anything. They managed to get the reader comfortable enough to get her to join them in love making(smutty smut part). Reader end up being pregnant with his first ever son, and thus making both Oberyn and Ellaria overprotective and not leaving her side ( @purplewings12 )
**authors note: for the sake of time in the story plot, I altered it just a bit. I hope that was alright.
You had been playing handmaiden to Lady Margaery Tyrell for as long as you could remember. Living in the Reach was as sweet as life got. The warm, perfumed air that always surrounded you. The glorious feasts for almost no occasion, just because it was felt like. And today you and Margaery were preparing for the first day of a tournament.
The sun was hot and the crowd was large. You had sat with Margaery all day. To her other side was Lord Renly, all three of you cheering on Ser Loras. “The Knight of Flowers!” But now it was time for your favorite part of any large event. The feast. The wine. The giggles. The cute boys and girls who gave you those looks.
But it was not a boy or a girl who gave you those looks tonight. No, it was Oberyn Tyrell who approached you with his lover on his arm. He swept the mostly empty goblet from your hand, only to replace it with a new one.
“The Dornish Red is so much sweeter than this Arbor Gold trash, my dear.” He said casually, turning over your previous goblet and letting the last swig spill to the floor.
“My lord. My lady.” You said, giving a small curtsy to each.
Ellaria gave a small snort and waved her hand, her golden bangles clinking as she did so, “I am no lady, little dear.”
But before you could reply, Loras and Renly had shown up to sweep you away. Casting a look over your shoulder, you watched Oberyn and Ellaria whisper to one another, throwing haughty looks at Loras and Renly.
The tournament was set to be a week long affair, and you gave no other thoughts on the night before as you took to the stands with Renly and Margaery again, waiting to see Loras joust again. Lord Martell and his lover not far away.
When finally the heat of the sun was draining you of energy you excused yourself from the presence of Margaery and Renly, who were both going to tend to Loras and get him ready for single hand combat.
You retired to a tent where a few other ladies in waiting sat fanning themselves and drinking carelessly. Gossip and giggles being passed around. You had poured a glass of wine, turning, when you almost ran into Oberyn. “My lord! I am sorry.” You squeaked, face flushing.
“Not at all.” Oberyn said, smiling sweetly, Ellaria circling you like a hawk. A small gasp when you felt her grab your ass and give a firm squeeze. She gave an approving hum, making her way to the front of you, both her hands cupping your breasts through you thin dress. Both hands giving a firm squeeze and holding your breasts as if weighing oranges.
You stood, semi-frozen. Unsure what to expect. What had just happened was very unexpected. “I-- uh...” You stammered, but Ellaria cut you off by holding up her hand lazily to stem your word flow.
She leaned into Oberyn, whispering something at his ear that you couldn’t hear. They both gave you long, sweeping glances and then walked off as Renly and Margaery approached. You watched after them, feeling flustered and unsure as to why they had taken an interest in you. But you didn’t have the time to linger on the idea for long, because the second night of the feast was to begin soon and Margaery needed help in getting ready.
Sitting beside Margaery, a woman approached you, leaning over to whisper in your ear “If you’ll follow me, Prince Oberyn would like to speak with you.”
Making sure everyone around you was well absorbed in their bidings so as not to see you slip away you followed the woman, realizing quickly as you left the Highgarden grounds you were being led to a brothel. You hesitatted, but the woman leading you gave a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, my lady. You’re quite safe.”
You gave a small frown, but entered the brothel, keeping your eyes averted as you followed the woman to a large, private room. There was Ellaria and Oberyn. Both half dressed and unable to keep them hands to themselves. You felt your cheeks warm, the wine in your belly making things feel hotter.
Ellaria sat up, patting the plush bed, indicating you to sit. You felt there was no other choice, so you sat. reaching across the bed, Oberyn poured a glass of wine and handed it to you. Dornish Red. You sipped it, your mind racing. What was going on? Why were you here? It must have shown on your face because Ellaria spoke up.
“My darling prince, perhaps you should let us women talk?”
Oberyn gave a small smile, his large, dark eyes on you. “Of course, my sweet.” He said, placing a kiss to Ellaria’s cheek and sliding from the bed. You watched him leave before turning your eyes to Ellaria.
“Drink up, dear. This wine was made special for the Martell family. It is an honor.” She said, scooting closer to you and running her nails through your soft curs cascading down your shoulders.
You did as instructed, your glass never seeming to empty. You felt your body becoming more relaxed, and your mind easing more. Before you knew it you were giggling with Ellaria and spilling your secrets to her when she pressed and asked. You professed how you loved Highgarden, but often dreamed of leaving. To go explore what the rest of the world had to offer. And finally the heavy weight was addressed.
“I’m afraid to love two people at once. I don’t know how.” You admitted in a soft whisper, feeling almost scandalized when you let the words slip.
Ellaria laughed, taking your wine glass away and moving her hands to you face. “You are a funny little flower. You do not need to know how to. We will teach you. Your beauty and grace is a sight to behold. We will not be leaving here without you.” She pressed her lips to yours and you felt your head spin.
Your breath catching, simply staring dumbfounded when she pulled away. Feeling chills erupt on your skin as her slender fingers traveled down your neck to expertly pull laces and untie your dress from you.
It was like she ignited some fire in you that you didn’t know needed kindling. You had had moments with girls, but this was something more. All you knew was that you wanted more. Your hands moving to her waist as she helped you stand and remove your clothing. A soft sigh as you found your back against the bed. Eyes watching her as she removed her silk dress. How your cheeks warmed when you saw her bare body, remembering the night before as you had thought about her, touching yourself. That wasn’t exactly like you. To pleasure yourself to the idea of someone you had never even talked to.
And now here she was, crawling up your body. Her sun kissed skin warming yours with every movement up. She paused as your breasts, dipping her head down to brush her lips over each of your nipples until hard peaks formed. The natural arch of your back as your body wanted more. The saliva turning thick in your mouth as your heart clicked into a hard, pounding rhythm.
A tiny gasp when Ellaria’s hand slipped between your bodies and she rubbed gently at your clit. A shivered exhale before she caught your mouth with hers. Her hand moving in a slow motion that made the wetness form quickly between your legs. A throbbing in your clit as she slid a warm finger along your slit. A soft moan into her mouth.
You closed your eyes, lost in her expert motions. Letting the fire burn hotter as the wine in your belly began to boil lazily. Your tongue sliding along hers as you felt a new sensation. Lips kissing gently at your neck and finger tips rubbing caressing one of your nipples. You opened your eyes to find that Oberyn had made his way back to the room.
You untangled your mouth from Ellaria’s, letting the hot desire inside of you consume you as you shifted your head to move your lips to Oberyn’s. Ellaria shifted off your body, but her hand kept rubbing at the pulsing wetness of your core. She slid her finger deep inside of you and you gasped against Oberyn’s mouth. You felt his lips form a smirk against yours.
“That’s right, little dear. My Ellaria is wonderful with her hands, is she not?” he purred, kissing a long your jaw.
You swallowed hard, only able to make a soft moan slip past your lips in agreement with him. He kissed lower and lower, until his body had shifted between your legs. His tongue lapping at the juices Ellaria was causing to spill out of you as she continued to work her finger inside of you.
You grabbed at Ellaria’s hand, pulling it from you. Your eyes meeting hers. The lust taking over as you pulled her hand to your mouth. Tasting the tang on her finger as you slipped your finger into your mouth.
Oberyn parted you with his tongue before sliding it inside of you, making you buck your hips into his face. The teasing was driving you mad. You needed a cock inside of you, and he knew it as he buried his tongue deeper inside of you.
Ellaria tugged her finger from your mouth and straddled your waist, moving her hips against your abdomen. You felt her coat you in her own wetness. Your hand moving to her clit to rub at it. Watching her throw her head back and moan lightly as you rubbed harder at her clit, hand hands coming to squeeze your breasts as she continued to rub her body against you.
Thinking was becoming hard as the haze of euphoria obscured everything in your head. Ellaria’s hands massaging into your breasts and keeping your nipple sensitive and erect. Unaware of anything else until you felt Oberyn slide his cock inside of you.
You let out a loud moan, bucking your hips again, causing Ellaria’s body to shift forward some. Her grip on your breasts becoming tighter. Your hips canting into each thrust Oberyn gave you. His knees dug into the bed, as Ellaria rested her head back on his shoulder, their kisses slopping and harsh as he fucked you, and you slid your first two fingers into Ellaria’s hot cunt. Her back arching and allowing you easier access as she continued to toy with your breasts.
You felt the high mounting with each push Oberyn gave you. The whimpers and moans leaving your lips. Ellaria grinding against your hand, moving her hands to the mattress as she leaned into you. Her mouth finding yours, stealing your breath away. Her weight now evenly distributed, you were able to push your hips further into Oberyn, who held on to Ellaria’s hips as he picked up the pace in his movements.
Your fingers pumping faster into Ellaria, her kisses needy and hungry against your lips. Her tongue lapping at yours as if to drink away the last of any of the wine that may still linger on your saliva.
It was all you could do to keep from screaming, as your body released your high. You could feel your eyes roll at the intense pleasure. Your back arching as far as it could, the moan that filled Ellaria’s mouth. Your cunt pulsing around Oberyn’s cock. Everything turning warm and relaxed. You body spent. The pool of wetness of your skin as Ellaria pulled your hand from her and moved her hips, spreading her wetness further over you. The heavy sigh Oberyn let out as his seed spilled into you.
And that was what your life became. There was no way you could have ever gone back to the way things were. In the dead of the night, leaving with the Martell party. Your days would be spent in the hot sun, your body almost always naked as you lazed about in the pools, having heated moments with Ellaria before Oberyn would come to join in.
“(Y/N) my darling, your belly is getting tight.” Ellaria commented one morning as she rested her head at your hip, her finger tips lightly wandering your skin, teasing you. “Oberyn will be pleased. You will bare him a son.”
summary: May I request a story where the reader is trying to get AU Modern Ramsay's attention and trying her best to flirt with him but he's completely oblivious to it so she has to get bolder with her attempts. And it turns out he knew the whole time but wanted to see how far she'd go. You can take all the liberties you want. ( @fraueninflammen )
You had been hired as a secretary for Roose Bolton’s son, Ramsay. You had been hired by Roose directly. You were excited to be working at such a large company. You considered yourself lucky. There were many applicants. Many people you thought were better qualified for the job. You had heard what a hardass Roose Bolton was. He was proud of his company, and only wanted the best working for him.
And now here you were, three weeks into the job, and you felt a high about it. People were jealous of your position, and the salary you would be raking in with such a company. Your best friend had been so excited when you told her you got the job. It had called for cake, ice cream, wine, and gossip.
There was only one problem. The man you worked for was a selfish jerk. He never paid you any mind unless he was telling you to make phone calls, cancel previously made appointments, or to get coffee. No matter how cute you dressed, or how revealing, he never seemed to give you a passing glance. It was frustrating because you found him to be very attractive. Though, you were also torn between the fantasy of fucking your boss, and holding onto your dignity.
It was quickly becoming a sexual frustration in your chest. You had given him passing hints. You had tried to flirt with him. You had made suggestive poses when he walked past. But, he was always absorbed in his phone or papers he was reading.
You placed the coffee on his desk, leaning over the polished wood, exposing down your shirt as you placed a memo in front of him. “Mister Bolton, I took an urgent message for you. From your father. He says that he needs you to--”
“Yeah. Thanks. I’ll get to it eventually.” he said dismissively, waving his hand lazily and bringing his eyes to your exposed skin and then to your face.
You stood there rather stupidly, annoyed with his dismissal. How could he not ever notice any of your attempts? Your eyes glued to his, moving slowly down his face to linger on his lips before blinking and standing up straight again. “Of course.” You said sweetly, turning on your heel and walking out of the office.
He didn’t even tell you bye as he left the office for the day. You frowned, locking things up and shredding papers before you were able to finally head home. On the drive home you stopped at the liquor store and bought a bottle of the most expensive wine you could find. Anything to make yourself feel better. Spending money was a bad habit.
You took the wine home, ordered take out from your favorite joint, and fell heavy into the couch. Pouting almost. Half a bottle of wine and a full belly later, as you flipped idly through TV channels you were struck by a sudden idea. Daring and what some would call scandalous and slutty. But you were desperate for him to notice you. Hell, say your name at least once.
Oh, what would your mother say if she could see you now? You ignored the thought as you placed the coffee and a memo down on Ramsay’s desk to start his day as usual.
You were almost out the door when he spoke up. Coffee in one hand, memo in the other. “(Y/N). Wait a moment.”
You turned slowly on the spot, watching him narrow his eyes at the memo. It only had three words on it.
NOTICE ME, BASTARD.
He took a sip of the coffee, set the cup down, and then slowly placed the memo down before he finally looked at you. A small smirk on his lips as he beckoned you closer. You took a step forward, biting the inside of your bottom lip. He gave a tut and beckoned you closer until your thighs were pressed against the front edge of his desk.
He picked up the memo and looked from it to you. “You keep getting bolder.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” You said coyly.
“And you are a liar. No wonder you got the position. We are all liars here, sweetheart. Let’s try that again. You have gotten bolder.” He said with a dark chuckle, placing the memo down again.
Your voice seemed lodged in your throat as he stood from his chair. “Bolder, how?” You half whispered, watching him walk around the desk. Heart hammering in your chest.
“You think I haven’t noticed all your little attempts to catch my attention?” He asked, stalking around you to stand behind you.
You were almost afraid. You had heard rumors about his temper. Even worse rumors about what happens to those who call him a bastard. But you had to make him notice you. And now you were going to regret it. You knew it. The longer you worked here, the more you saw how horrible he was. To the people who walked into his office and practically ran out after a meeting. What had happened to the last secretary? What did he do to her?
You swallowed hard, staring straight ahead of you. “I haven’t been making attempts to gain your attention.” You lied. “I am simply here to make your job easier.”
“You are here to serve me, yes.” He whispered, closing the space between you both. Pushing his body into yours.
It made your knees weak and you gave a violent shiver as you let a quiet exhale slip past your lips. He smelled so good.
“I should really get back to--” You began, but found words impossible as he ghosted his lips along the curve of your neck.
“Are you going to chicken out on me? All these weeks of trying to get me to say something to you? The suggestive clothing. Words. All your failed attempts to make small talk and flirt with me? And here I am, giving my sweet little secretary the attention she thinks she deserves and you want to go back to your boring desk?”
He moved his hands to your hips and pulled your body further into his. Slowly he ground his hips against your ass. “You should have wore the skirt you did yesterday. It fits your ass better. And that shirt from Monday. It makes your tits look delicious, you know.” He inhaled deeply and gave a small sigh. “I like this perfume. You should wear it more. You just bought it?”
“Yes.” You whispered, closing your eyes and feeling the heat creep up your face as you lingered onto his words. Your body reacting naturally, trying to resist the urge to arch your back and push your ass further against him
He practically purred, placing a kiss to your neck. But then his grip suddenly turned harsh against you hips and he half pulled his body away from you. “But, you went as far as to call me a bastard.” He half hissed at your ear. “Rude and disgusting.”
“I’m sorry. I just thought it would make you finally notice me.” You squeaked, closing your eyes tighter and wishing he would let you go.
“That’s what you like, huh? Rude and disgusting. You’re nasty, aren’t you?” He growled, removing a hand from your hip to place in the middle of your back and force you over the desk.
You gave a small whimper, not daring move as he ran his hand down your back and over your ass. Fingertips playing at the hem of your skirt before trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh under the fabric.
“You never wear underwear, do you?” He chuckled, brushing the tip of a finger against your folds.
“No. I don’t want any noticeable lines.” You said, resting the side of your face against the cool surface of his desk, right next to the memo you had given him.
“Good. They would only get in our way.” He hummed, parting you slowly with his finger. “Is this what you wanted, (Y/N)?” He asked, sliding a finger inside of you.
You gave a tiny gasp, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes... sir?”
“Good girl. “
You swallowed again, letting another sigh slip past you, relaxing your body against the desk, focusing on nothing but the movement of his finger. A small moan creeping up your throat as he slid another finger inside.
“Am I paying enough attention to you know, sweetheart?” He cooed, pushing his two fingers in as far as he could and curling them slowly.
You simply made an indistinctive of pleasure in the back of your throat. Moving your hips against his hand’s movements.
He pulled his fingers from you suddenly, and the sudden coolness between your legs made you gasp and throw him a dirty look over your shoulder.
“I didn’t hear what you said. I like when people answer my questions.” He said, giving you a scolding look.
“Well, you were. Now... not so much.” You snapped back, batting your lashes at him.
He gave a smirk and a haughty sniff. “I see. Well then...” He fumbled quickly with his belt and pants.
You bit your bottom lip, watching him as he freed himself of his clothing from the waist down. Noticing that you were holding your breath as you took the sight of him in. Licking your lips. The anticipation killing you.
But you did not have to wait long. He seemed just as eager to fuck you. He gave you no warning, before pulling your skirt up and pushing his bare flesh flush to yours. His warmth causing chills to erupt on your skin. Breath catching in your chest as you felt his tip tease your wet slit.
“Please.” You whimpered, pushing yourself back more.
The movement so sudden and harsh as he shoved himself inside of you with a small grunt. You weren’t even sure what kind of noise it was that left you in that moment.
He gave you no time to adjust to him before setting a harsh pace. It almost ached your legs as they collided over and over again against the edge of his desk. Each thrust bringing a noise from you. Your lungs never quite filling completely with air again before he fucked it from you.
He moved one hand to your hip, holding tight. His other hand tangled in the hair at the back of your head. His grip pulling your hair painfully. But it felt so good as he brought you closer to the edge of that high you had been fantasizing about since you laid eyes on him. His face always in the back of your mind as your touched yourself at night when you were alone in the dark.
“Harder.” You managed to gasp out.
He gave a harsh hum of approval, crashing his body harder against yours. Your mind swimming as that heavy fog started to set in. Noises growing louder and louder from you as you balled your fists on the desk top. Nails digging into your palms. That hot molten feeling about to break the dam inside of you.
“Oh... god...” You panted, arching your back more as he continued his relentless fucking. His hips making your ass ache with each hard, lustful thrust.
Before you could even say or think anything else you felt that high washing over you in repeated waves. Over and over again, that throbbing. What might have been almost a scream leaving you. Ramsay’s thrusts becoming more erratic and sloppy. His rhythm falling off track as his own body tightened for release.
Pulling out of you just in time to leak his mess all over your asscheek. His panting harsh, a deep moan leaving him as he closed his eyes and savored his high.
And like that, you felt the coolness against your skin as he pulled away from you. Already fixing his clothes as you laid there, trying to regain normal breathing. Your mind reeling at the orgasm you just had. Maybe next time you should sit in his lap before he forces you over this hard desk again.
“What am I supposed to use to clean up?” You asked, pushing yourself on your elbows, rubbing the back of your head where he had pulled your head.
He gave a smirk, dropping the memo on your ass, where it stuck to the slowly congealing cum he had graced your skin with. You frowned. He really was a selfish bastard. But you took it in your stride. Using the paper to wipe his mess from you. Almost wishing you had a pair of panties to put on to keep the mess from leaking down your legs before you could make it to the restroom and clean up properly.
You glanced at Ramsay who was already seated in his chair again, scrolling through his phone and sipping his coffee. “You know the way out.” He said.
You gaped at him, unsure what to say.
he glanced up from his phone and gave you a smirk. “Did I notice you enough?”
You narrowed your eyes and let your own smirk form, “Sorry sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Call on line one. I’m sure.”
summary: Shameless modern!ramsay one shot. I don't make the rules. (Based very loosely off a master/pet anon prompt request )
There were many women that came and went. But you were his favorite. From the moment he had laid eyes on you, you belonged to him. Only him. Where he would share his 'leftovers' with the Boys, you were never an item on that menu. Only he got to use you. The collar around your neck said so.
Ramsay Bolton was disgusting and horrendous. And he was your god. He gave you everything, and all you had to do was keep him happy. It was easy really. You enjoyed his sexual desires. The leather whip on your ass. The way he grabbed your hair. The way he watched you fuck another women he had brought into bed for you both to share.
You would be lying if you said you weren't just as disgusting and horrendous as your master. Because you were. To keep yourself alive. Ramsay was unforgiving, as you learned quickly. To make up for it, he bought you things. Gave you baths himself. Tended to any broken skin he left on you.
You were the bastard's bitch. And you loved every second of it.
It was an ordinary night. Ramsay had come home, covered in blood, as usual. And damn did it look good. You half rose from the couch but he had held up a hand to stop you. You were always supposed to be sitting on the couch, waiting for him. You had no life unless he gave you that life. Yesterday he had been angry, and you were the one punished for it. He took away all your 'privileges', leaving you with nothing to do but sit around all day and wait for him.
One of your friends said it was not normal. The abuse and manipulation. But, you were safe. Mostly. That's what you told yourself anyway.
"Does my daddy need something?" You purred, holding out your hands to him.
He fixed you with a long look before taking to your invite. You could smell the blood on him as he came to a halt at the edge of the couch. You nuzzled the side of your face against his hip, arms wrapping around his thighs.
He brought a hand to cup the other side of your face as he stroked your hair gently with his other hand. You chanced a glance up, seeing him gaze down at you, a dark shadow behind those pale eyes. "I had a bad day, kitten." He sighed.
"Does daddy wanna talk about it? It surely can't have been all bad, you're all covered in blood." You hummed, looking up at him innocently.
"Go put on that new dress. And then bring me your collar. Be a good girl for daddy, mkay?" He said almost dismissively, pulling away from you.
You gave him a small, almost grateful smile. It only meant good things for you when he told you to put on a new dress. This one was hardly a dress at all. If anyone dared look to hard they would be able to see all of you. Ramsay liked these dresses best. He liked to parade you around in front of his friends. And it made you feel incredibly sexy.
You changed slowly, taking time at examining yourself in the mirror. Fading bruises and fresh ones adorning your skin. Many of them a result from bite marks. He could be an animal when it suited him. You picked up the leather collar from the dresser and left the room.
It wasn't hard to find Ramsay. The noise from the basement was enough. You slowly walked down the steps, the smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and marijuana smoke hitting you full force. There was laughing and shouting. The Boys must have shown up while you were changing.
You stood at Ramsay's side, waiting on him to take notice of you as he finished telling his story, a mid gales of laughter around the room. The table littered with beer bottles, liquor bottles, cigarettes, marijuana paraphernalia, as well as a white powdery substance you knew to be cocaine. Ramsay made you lick it up, a lot.
You stared at the small baggie on his other side for a few moments before Ramsay caught you attention by taking the collar from your hands. You snapped your eyes to him as he stood up. He pulled you closer to him, pressing his body flush to your back.
"Do you want some?" He purred against your ear as he fastened the collar.
"If it would please my master." You said slowly. Once the collar was on, you were only allowed to call him master.
"If you're a good little pet, I will let you have some." He whispered, running the tip of his tongue along your ear, making you shiver.
He sat down, pulling you into his lap. You gave a glance around the table. Alyn already fucking a group favorite. You weren't sure where she came from or who she usually came with, but your fingers had been in her cunt many times. You liked the way she kissed you. You licked your lips slightly, watching her backside as she ground her body against Alyn's lap.
Ramsay raised his brows at you, following your eyes. "Thirsty, bitch?" He half growled, fingers digging into your thigh.
"Yes." You replied automatically, knowing better than to lie to him by now.
His grip loosened slightly as he grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol and handed it to you.
That was all your sober mind remembered.
It felt like hours since then. The mess on the table grew. More alcohol. More drugs. Guns. Money. Cards. Knives. You were pretty sure there had been a finger with a large gold ring at one point.
"Take it." Ramsay hissed at you, forcing the joint upon you again.
Your fuzzy mind and heavy hand took the item and you took a deep hit, passing it off to whoever was still sitting beside you.
Ramsay grabbed your face in his hand, forcing your head to the side and mashing his lips to yours. Ducking the smoke from your mouth. Like a demon devouring a soul.
His lips on yours made you needy. Grinding your ass into his lap. You had been horny for awhile now. The alcohol and marijuana did little to stem the buildup of sticky wetness between your legs as Ramsay would trail his fingers against the hem of your dress and place light bites against your neck as he listened to the others talk or examined his hand of cards idly.
You gave a small whimper when he pulled his lips away from yours. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled the remaining smoke from his nose on a harsh exhale.
Without warning, you found your ass on the edge of the table before you, Ramsay getting on his knees and forcing your legs apart as wide as he could. Your instability making you lean further back, catching your weight with your arms, planting your hands on the table behind you. A deep moan leaving you as you felt his tongue grace your slit, toying at your throbbing clit.
You closed your eyes hard, forgetting that anyone else was here. That you were on the table, legs spread wide, before everyone. Your mind moving in and out of focus as you felt your dress being pulled from you. Lips on yours. A dick against your lips. Down your throat. A mouth toying with your nipples. Your soaking pussy having a hard, foreign object shoved into it. Making your back arch. It seemed to go forever. How good everything felt.
Opening your eyes to find Ramsay standing to the side of the table, slowly preparing a line of coke on a small tray as he let his friends fuck you and touch you. Your mind too hazy to care. All that mattered was the way your body felt. Letting your body be used, finding the woman on top of you next.
Her tongue lightly tracing your lips before she shoved it in your mouth. You closed your eyes again, letting her explore your mouth and steal your breath as she moaned against your mouth. Realizing someone was fucking her from behind, almost jealous that no one was fucking you.
When suddenly, everything stopped and you were pulled up to sitting. Your eyes opening again to find Ramsay and his tray between your legs. He held the tray up to your face.
"Lick it up, kitten. Be a good girl. All of it." He cooed.
Slowly you placed your tongue to the cold, metal tray. The bitter taste of the powder touching your tongue almost at once.
"That's my good girl. Were my boys good to you?" He said, stroking your cheek and passing the tray off to the first set of hands he found.
"Yes, master." You panted, feeling a rush through your body.
"Good. Good." He hummed, slowly undoing his belt and sliding it from his pants.
Eyes heavy, you watched him. You knew where that belt was going. Sure enough he motioned for you to slide off the table and turn around.
With a stumble you did as requested. Your ass exposed to him. Feeling his fingertips run lightly across your skin before the leather strap came down hard, without warning.
You yelped at the pain, shifting your body.
"No." Ramsay tutted, shaking his head. "Hold her."
You couldn't move, only cry out as your ass became raw and tender. He would surely break the skin completely soon.
But he had stopped. The tip of his warm tongue running against the welts he had left on your skin. Light nips, followed by harsh bites to the most tender areas. Your whole body shaking uncontrollably as all the extra weight left your body.
"Very good girl." He praised, grabbing your hips and pulling you away from the table. Without the support of the table you fell to your knees. "Even better." He chuckled darkly, walking around to your front and shoving the table out of his way.
He quickly undid he pants and pushed them down. "Open up. It's my turn, you nasty slut."
You hardly had your mouth open when you found him shoving his dick in your mouth and grabbing your hair. Forcing you up and down on him as you struggled to breathe and kept gagging unwilling. The choking making tiny black lights flash before your eyes. On the verge of passing out.
He only laughed at your struggle and the color rising in your cheeks. Finally, he pulled away from you, allowing you to gasp for air like a diver coming to the surface of the water for air. Deep, cold lung fulls.
Ramsay released your hair and pushed you backward by the shoulder. Too intoxicated to register the movement, too late to catch yourself, you fell back onto the hard floor. Feeling your head hit the ground, but there was no immediate pain.
And nothing mattered anymore now that his body was pressed flush to yours. Shoving himself inside of you. Every thrust forceful and unrelenting. Harsh pants and grunts leaving him every time he jarred his body into yours.
Your hands finding his back and digging your nails into his skin, trying to pull him closer. Wanting him to break you, as he fucked almost screams from you.
"Who do you belong to?" He growled, his thrusting and shoving becoming more erratic and spontaneous.
"You master!" You whined, feeling as though you couldn't catch your breath again. All you could do was moan and whine under his dominance. Your nails clawing as hard as you could. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, face screwing up into pleasure as those tight coils sound tighter by the second, ready to snap at any moment.
He dropped his head, panting harshly at your ear. Teeth sinking into the skin of your neck. The sensation sent you over the edge as you felt your orgasm hit you like a blow to the gut. A sharp gasp and a shaky cry, arching your body further into him.
A rare, guttural moan leaving him as he felt your high hit him. Your walls clinging and pulsing against him as he ploughed into you over and over again. Every muscle in his body taught. Every breath he drew hitching. Until finally he reached his high. Another loud moan rumbling his chest as he pushed all his weight into you. Feeling his throbbing dick pump you full of his thick, hot cum.
You both laid motionless for many long minutes before he pulled away from you completely. He scooped you up and carried you to the empty couch, laying with you and pulling you close to him.
You cuddled into his warm skin as he wrapped his arm around you. Melting into his protection, feeling his heart hammer in his rib cage against your cheek. Your own heart still trying to remember how to beat normally.
Shifting to adjust his arm under your head, he played with strands of your hair between his fingers as his other hand rubbed up and down your back. He placed light kisses to your forehead until you shifted your head and brought your lips to his.
Gentle kisses. A rare treat for you. He even let you nuzzle closer into him. "You were such a good little pet. I enjoyed watching them take their turns with my baby girl. You look like a goddess when you get fucked. Made me ruin my pants. Did you like it?" He whispered.
Eyes closed lightly, you let a small smile from, "if my master wants me to like it."
summary: Charlie managed to finally get reader out for a lunch date, after weeks of trying to gain her attention by purposefully getting hurt while working with the dragons. After that, well, as people like to say ‘the rest was history’. *part 2 of 3*
part 1
“I can’t believe I have to miss it.” You pouted, handing Adam ingredients for the potion he was brewing.
“That’s the life of a mediwizard. I can’t tell you the last time I was off for the fun stuff. Tickets are damn near impossible to get a hold of anymore anyways.” Adam shrugged, flicking his wand slightly to turn down the radio a bit, after the World Cup commercial.
“Charlie is going and I’m stuck here.” You sighed, pulling out a clipboard, parchment, and your quill to check inventory for the order at the end of the week.
“I’ll bring you back something.” Charlie said, stepping into the medical tent. “You’ll be supporting Ireland then?”
“I’m from Boston, you bet your arse I’ll be supporting Ireland!” You said, leaning in slightly to let Charlie place a kiss to your cheek.
“While this dummy has hearts in her eyes, I should let you know, Commander approved us for the Triwizard emergency team.” Adam said, only slightly rolling his eyes at your flushed face and goofy grin.
“Oh yeah! That’s right! We turned in our paper work this morning!” You gasped, almost jumping up and down in excitement. “Hogwarts! Can you believe it?” You added, excitement evident.
“Wow! That’s great you guys!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a small shake.
“I know!” You cried dramatically, mock fainting into Charlie.
“Alright love birds, take it somewhere else. This is a professional tent.” Adam chuckled, prodding the flame under his cauldron with his wand to turn up the heat slightly.
You ducked out of the tent with Charlie and walked with him to the apperation point, shoulders falling slightly as he turned to give you a hug. Still extremely bummed that you had to miss the World Cup. It hadn’t been hosted in the United States since you were a young child. You returned the hug, letting go slowly and taking a step back.
“have fun and be safe!” You smiled, placing a kiss to Charlie’s cheek.
“Me unsafe? You must have me for the wrong person. I would never dream of being unsafe!” Charlie said in mock horror.
You snorted, “Yeah, okay, Dragon Soot.”
You both shared a laugh before he took a few steps back and gave you a small wave and wink before turning on the spot and vanishing.
You had to admit, life was pretty quiet around without Charlie. Or maybe it was just that things were seeming to calm down now that dragon mating season was coming to a close. Regardless, you were glad to be able to catch your breath and relax.
Adam entered station and handed you a butterbeer. You popped the top, placed your feet up on the table and flicked your wand at the wireless, already tuned to the Wizarding Sports Station.
“Butterbeer in America is different. Almost like it’s sweeter or something. This is much more subtle.” You said through a yawn, seeing the new shift partners come in. You gave them cheery waves leaned back into the squashy armchair, closing your eyes lightly.
Those few catnap moments were the only moments that were quiet over the next few days as everyone around was preparing for the World Cup. The wireless blasting nonstop from every medical and supply tent.
Tonight was the night. Ireland versus Bulgaria. The wireless DJs talking nonstop about both teams. But no one seemed to get more attention than the Bulgarian seeker, Victor Krum. You had the articles about him in every tabloid magazine and Quiditch Today did a special five page article on him three days ago. If only you could have been able to watch him in action with your own eyes.
The anticipation had everyone on edge as the hours drew nearer to game time. Once the World Cup had started however, you lost track of almost everything. The next morning Chris told you that at one point you were standing on the table with an Ireland flag caped around your shoulders, slinging fire whiskey and singing at the top of your lungs.
You groaned at the pounding headache as you slid your uniform robe on the next morning. “I feel like Ireland this morning.”
Adam laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “You don’t look like it though. The phrase ‘when Irish eyes are smiling’ is not sitting well with you. I’ll get you something for the hangover.”
The potion was much needed. A bit unorthodox to use a pepper up potion for a hangover, but that coupled with a big breakfast helped get you back on your feet within the hour. Which was a good thing too, because it was back to the usual grind. Charlie would be back soon, and you couldn’t wait for a play by play analysis from him.
But, there was hardly time to hear from him when he came back. The dragons were as moody as ever. At least the females were as time came for them to become broody and get ready to have their eggs.
You couldn’t help but giggle at Charlie crooning over the lovely ‘mommy’s to be’ as he so delicately put it. But his need to the dragons took away his time from you. Even free time was spent with the dragons. It would be time soon to transport them, and you had never met less willing cargo.
It had taken weeks to finally round up all the dragons and their nests. Constant stunning spells and burn salve to all of those involved in the Triwizard transport team.
“Well, we’re all packed and ready to leave first thing in the morning.” Charlie said, taking a heavy seat beside you and giving an even heavier sigh.
“You look plain exhausted.” You said gently, looking up from the paper work you had been filling out. The accident reports had swamped you in the last 48 hours as the last of the dragons were safely stunned and put in their crates. A few last minute preparations had to happen as eggs were counted, tagged, and put away safely.
“I could use a long nap. Maybe they can stun me next.” Charlie chuckled on a sigh, removing his thick dragon hide gloves and dropping them on your table.
“We leave first thing in the morning. A couple rooms booked for us in Hogsmeade. I’m excited to see it.” You said, dipping your quill back into the ink well.
“Oh you’ll love it. The Three Broomsticks has amazing food and handcrafted mead. The shops are always fun, especially Honeydukes. Can’t find a better sweets shop anywhere. And if we get the time, maybe I’ll take you to see the Shrieking Shack. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t show you the most haunted building in Britain.”
“Your sense of a date can never simply be dinner and a play can it?” You giggled scratching out your signature on the last report.
“If you didn’t like adventure, you wouldn’t be here.” Charlie countered.
“You caught me.” You laughed, standing from your seat and giving a small groan and stretching. You hadn’t stood in hours. You placed you hands on either side of Charlie’s chair and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I also wouldn’t date men who spend more time with dragons than their significant other either.”
“Date men, huh? In the plural sense? How many other dragonologists are you seeing?” He chuckled, eyeing you suspiciously.
“How many dragons are you seeing?” You quipped back with a wide grin. Your grin only growing wider when he opened his mouth to argue, but no words left him. A small laugh, nudging his shoulder and shaking your head. “Dragonoligist. Like anyone says that. Feeling insecure are you?”
“You have to admit. It has a nice ring.” He said with an innocent shrug.
“Alright then, Mr. Dragon.” You huffed in amusement, leaning closer toward him and catching his lips in a kiss. “You should get some sleep then. Think of all the lovely dragon ladies who would be disappointed in you if you were not on form tomorrow for them.”
tagging: @eldritchscreech
**I have decided to break this up into 3 parts. the next part will be Charlie and Reader visiting all of his old haunts when he was at school, and possibly a more in depth progression of the relationship....???? maybe??? ;) we shall just have to wait and see!**
as always; requests are open. For all your HP needs and wants. *kisses*
Summary: Based loosely on this prompt: sansa&ramsay: glory&gore from @asoiafrarepairs
**This will be a very dark fic. Sansa has finally reached the end of her rope and it’s time she let that wolf blood take over. Arya is not the only Stark female with a sharp bite.
The night had proven to be long. Sansa had tossed and turned. Her mind on too many things. Too many ghosts. Sleep was becoming a long lost memory, along with the fading faces of her family. Each one so blurry and distant now. So far gone. Never to be seen again. She was not exactly sure why she was feeling all these empty emotions now. This was not the time for them. She had to be strong. Like her lady mother. But everything was thrown into disarray; again. Nothing seemed to fit into its place anymore. Sure, the direwolf banners rippled in the breeze again, but what did it really matter? Everything she had ever wanted was gone from her. And perhaps Ramsay was right. The North did not look to her as their savior. They looked to Jon. The King in the North.
That thought made her frown as she stared at her reflection in the mirror at her vanity desk. Her mind shifting to this Targaryen woman. The would be queen. The woman who was claimed to have three dragons. The woman who was claimed to have an army full of savages like Westeros had never seen. The woman that Jon was unwittingly enough going to see under the pretense that she would lend help to their cause. She would have to intervene in this somehow. She would have to gain the loyalty of the North to her, and only her. A Stark. And Jon was not a Stark.
"No." She suddenly said aloud, shaking her head at herself. What was she thinking? That was not like her. Or was it? Who was she anymore? Porcelain, to ivory, to steel. Steel was cold an unrelenting. Was she truly at that stage? Ramsay is just getting to me. Playing his games. She thought to herself, reaching for the goblet of wine before her on the desk. That was what she would make herself believe. All of this was his fault, some way or another. She had no one else to blame; but she could place all the blame she wanted on the man who had done his best to break her completely.
A knock on the door made her jump. She turned quickly in her chair, "Enter!" She said, smoothing out her still lank hair. She had been in the process of fixing it, but had been too absorbed in her fatigue to get that far yet.
Jon walked in quietly, closing the door just as quietly behind him. "I hope I am not disturbing you, so early."
Sansa gave a wan smile, "No. I have been up awhile."
Jon nodded. He could feel the exhaustion around her. He took a seat on the edge of her bed, staring down at his hands. "Sleep has not been a friend of mine either."
"No, I suppose it has not. Things are very different for us both now." Sansa confirmed with a small sigh.
"Aye. I came here to let you know I will be leaving soon. But also... what do you plan to do with the Bolton bastard?"
Sansa chewed the inside of her bottom lip and took her time in answering. That was a question she had been asking herself since she left him chained in his own blood after deciding against feeding him to his own hounds. "Nothing." She finally said.
Jon scrunched his brows in confusion and shot her a bemused look. "Nothing?"
Sansa nodded. "Nothing. You see, the way his mind works... always playing games. He's expecting something. Some kind of retaliation from me. For me to hurt him. And I told him it was my turn to bestow upon him the same as he did to me. However, nothing is best. For now. It will eat away at him. The constant anticipation. He will break himself in his madness and wonder. Because that is what monsters do. That is what tyrants do. They rip themselves apart. And I look forward to seeing that."
"Sansa, I think you are underestimating hi--"
"No, Jon. I am not. It was you who underestimated him. No one alive knows him better than I. I am his wife. I have lived with him. I have watched him play his games. I have been the subject of many of his games. I am a slow learner. I have been told this. Many times. But I know Ramsay. He cannot hurt me anymore." She cut across him. An edge to her voice. She was resolute in her thinking. She would not be wavered.
"Of course, Sansa." Jon relented, watching his sister carefully as he stood.
She gave him another wan smile, "You need not worry."
Jon simply nodded again, his face impassive and solemn as ever. He did worry. He worried for Sansa. For her mind. Davos was right, she was no longer the girl he had once known who dreamed of noble knights and fair crowns made of flowers. Of kind hearts and soft love. He averted his eyes from her and rubbed his hands together for want of something to do with himself. "Of course. I need to finish getting things ready. I hope to leave by midday."
Sansa just gave a wave of her hand to show that she had heard him. He took that as his approval to leave, saying nothing else. She gave a small sigh when she was finally alone again. At a loss of what to do about anything. Just as Jon could not convince her to rid the world of the Bolton bastard, she could not change his mind in leaving. A small pang in her chest at the idea that Jon, her only surviving relation may never come back once she saw him through those gates. Then she would truly be alone in this world. She finished her hair, pacing her chambers for a while before deciding to leave and see the rest of the castle. People would start to talk and wonder and worry if she kept herself shut away. But that was all she wanted anymore. To be alone and left to her own devices.
She gave forced smiles to those who bowed to her as she walked down the halls with her head high. "Has Lord Bolton been attended to this morning?" She asked a passing serving girl.
"Yes, m'lady." The girl said, bowing her head to her lady.
Sansa gave a simple nod. Her mind still not made up entirely about what to do with Ramsay. Though, she supposed she would probably have more piece of mind if she ordered his damned tongue be removed. It would make him less likely to utter annoyances in her ears, at the least.
A small sigh, watching men coming and going, making last minute preparations to go south with Jon. A small warmth of hurt and anger bubbling in the pit of her stomach at the thought again. Mind swimming back to what Ramsay had said the night before. She knew it was all a game to him, and his words were just that, words. She hated that he was making her second guess all her own, private thoughts. She tutted at herself, making way further down the hall. She would see Jon off, as was her duty as the lady of the house. Then she would ask the gods to keep him safe -- if the gods even heard her anymore. But more importantly, she would start helping those in need of their lady's help for winter. Because she cared about her people, in the now. Not some fantasy future where things turned out okay because you simply hoped they would.
Perhaps she would make Ramsay come with her to visit the people in Winter Town. He’d complained about them many times in her presence. How they meant nothing. How they deserved whatever ailments happened to them. She may even make him sit with her while she preformed her duties and listened to grievances of the people she ruled over. As many of them were likely to place the blame on Ramsay for all he had done. The lives he had taken. The sons who were now dead at the hands of his battle. She did not expect him to be sorry or feel any remorse, but maybe it would annoy him and get under his skin. Enough for him to crack even further. His violence and wrath no longer held any power here.
Parading him around may give him enough humility to calm the beast like temper. Even if just enough to open up his mind. She had many questions for him. Questions she knew he would not answer freely or truthfully. But even a cliff face eroded when enough of the sea continually crashed into it. It was her turn to play games and no one would feel sorry for Ramsay.
Mind made up she decided she would visit Ramsay and then see Jon and his company off. Feet carrying her to the chamber she had requested be made for Ramsay, stopping before a guard as he gave her a small bow and unlocked the door. He made to open his mouth and speak, but Sansa waved the words away before they were out of his mouth and he simply gave her another nod as she walked into the room.
Closing the door quietly behind her, eyes falling on Ramsay immediately. Lounging comfortably on his bed, leg hanging off the edge and tapping idly against the stone floor. He picked his head up slightly and gave a coy smirk to Sansa.
“My sweet lady wife, what a pleasant surprise on this chilly morning.” He said, sitting up completely and nodding to the window, the sky overcast and a chill in the room despite the fire and the warmed walls of Winterfell itself.
Sansa pursed her lips at his welcome. “My lord.” She responded curtly, stepping further into the room and casting a quick look to the window.
His cold eyes examined her closely, trying to determine what the stony look on her face meant. Why she was wearing such a cold, hard mask. But he held his tongue. He would let the prey come to him. He was still a hunter, even without his weapons.
However, Sansa seemed in no hurry to rush into anything as she too examined him closely. She stood tall and proud, no fear in her features. She was the noble huntress this time. And Ramsay would not take that from her. Not now. Not ever again.
“Something is troubling you, my lady?” He finally said in the form of an inquiry. A brow raising ever so slightly.
“I thought that maybe you would accompany me today. I am riding out of the gates later to visit the people of the village.” She said smoothly, watching his face closely.
“Well, I dare say I am in no position to deny my lady, am I?” He said back with the same satiny smoothness. Even though inside he was very curious to know what she was up to.
Sansa gave a nod and turned her back to him, reaching for the door without another word.
“Wait.” Ramsay blurted, confused and stung that she did not further acknowledge him or engage him in more conversation. “That’s it?”
Sansa hesitated and threw a simple look over her shoulder at him. “Aye, my lord. That’s it.” She felt a small smugness in her chest as she watched his features deflate a bit. Almost as if she could see his mind working quickly to try and figure out what had happened. “I shall send for you when I am ready. I will be sure to supply you with a fine, heavy cloak. It is chilly after all.”
Ramsay watched her leave and gave a very sour look at the heavy door as it closed behind her. Hearing the heavy lock click back into place. How dare she treat him as such. He’d get back at her. He’d find a way. He still controlled her. He had to. If he didn’t... he’d have lost. And he would not lose.
summary: Before there were the Bastard's Bitches, the Black Sheep, the Wicked Ones, and the Red King's to worry about there was only the Bastard's Boys. Before there was a bun in the oven there was a possessive, obsessive love. There was raw emotion. There was a rowdy group of men who frequented a small, hole in wall, bar....
There was something evil behind that smirk. But there was also something needing and wanting behind those cold blue eyes.
**prequel to Guns for Hire
Chapter 1: In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep...
"How was the gym?" Damon asked, falling into the couch across from Ramsay.
"Shit. Fucked up my shoulder again." Ramsay hummed, finishing off his glass of whiskey and lighting a cigarette.
"Mm. I think you do it on purpose. Like the pain." Damon smirked, pulling a bag of marijuana from his pocket and sitting up to grab the Playboy magazine and rolling papers off the coffee table.
"It is pretty sweet. But nah, I keep hoping that maybe it will all just click again and I can beat the fuck out of Snow." Ramsay sighed, watching Damon break up a bud.
"So I was at the bar last night and that one chick was there..." Damon said rather slyly.
Ramsay tutted, rolling his eyes.
"She's pretty fuckin' hot dude. For sure not from the city. She got a mean right hook too. Should of seen her knock this big guy out. He had to be Ben's size at least." Damon said animatedly as he rolled a joint.
"You keep talkin' about this bitch like I give a fuck. I'm not going to settle down. I'm not going to get married. Perfect little Dom carries all that weight. Him and his whore ass wife. I'm just the freak show of the family. I don't have time. Father has me working my ass off. Got a mile long list of rats and trash to take out." He said, reaching forward to pour another glass of whiskey.
"Rams, get off your little high horse and stop. Like seriously. Do you ever stop and think about anything? At least come down there with me." Damon said, his smug, high grin fading into a serious frown.
He snorted, "since when did you care about my love life, Dame?"
"Since you did. I see the way you calculate every woman who speaks to you. I see the disgust. Come on man. Just give her a look over."
"Fine, fine. But if she's a fucking stupid whore, I'm going to kill her and then you."
"Bet." Damon said, leaning over the coffee table and holding his pinky out.
"Dude, how old are you again?" He asked, with the usual smirk, taking Damon's pinky in his.
"Almost twenty four. But we are forever fucking twelve, Darth Vader." Damon grinned, placing the unlit joint down, standing, and pulling his keys from his pocket.
"As you will, Iron Man." He sighed, setting his glass down and following Damon out of the apartment.
"Dude, quit messing with my shit." Damon hissed fixing his seat belt and slapping Ramsay's hand away from the radio.
"You listen to gay shit." Ramsay retorted.
"No. I listen to rad shit. You're just an angry fuck who likes to think he don't like my music." Damon quipped.
"You're lucky I like you." Ramsay huffed, crossing his arms and staring out of the window. It was a misty night. Maybe good to find someone in the alley.
"Maybe it's you who's lucky you like me." Damon laughed.
"Maybe." Ramsay smirked.
Ramsay glanced over at Damon and took him in. His wild curls and permanently glazed eyes. He felt a sudden fondness for his best friend. Or... well, guess it really was the only word Ramsay had to describe Damon. The word friend was a word that left a sour taste in his mouth.
Ramsay Bolton didn't have 'friends'. Ramsay had men that worked for him. But what were the Bastard's Boys then? They really were more than just employees to him. Though, he would never admit it. They all held a special place with him. But Damon. He was like a brother. Maybe brother was a better word than friend. The Boys weren't friends. They were family. And family was important.
But Damon was most important. Ramsay had met Damon when they were five. He was in the other kindergarten class at the school they went to. One sunny afternoon at recess Ramsay had been sitting on the swing watching a bigger kid pick on a much smaller kid. For whatever reason Ramsay had felt compelled to step in and confront the bully. It had ended in bloody noses, busted lips, black eyes, and sitting in the principal's office waiting on parents to show up.
Roose had beat Ramsay when they had gotten home. It was unjust in Ramsay's eyes. To be punished for doing the right thing. But That wasn't how Roose saw anything from Ramsay.
Ramsay had always felt like his father hated him, and he was never sure why. Even now at 24 he still had no idea. Not that it mattered anymore, but it was a haunting thought.
Ramsay had grown up in hell. It was the only way he could have described it if anyone ever asked. But they would never know. And he would never tell. No one was important enough to ever let in. No one except Damon.
Ramsay couldn't describe the affection he felt for the man sitting next to him. He hated it honestly. To have actual feelings for something. Especially when the therapists screamed he was incapable of legitimate feelings. He was a user, a manipulator, and toxic. Nah, they never said that directly, but it's what they meant. Ramsay wasn't stupid. Far opposite that. He was a fucking genius. Numbers. Numbers were his thing. Everything could make sense if he looked at it through numbers.
"Your therapist called me today." Damon said, watching Ramsay from the corner of his eye.
"Fuck that old ass bitch." Ramsay said bitterly, clenching his jaw.
"You know, if you would just..." Damon began.
'Don't you tell me what to fucking do!" Ramsay hissed.
Damon sighed, saying no more.
Today Ramsay had stormed out of the therapists office after threatening her. She was trying too hard to pry into him. It annoyed him. So what if he was mentally fucked? He was happy. Chaotically happy, maybe. But happy just the same.
He had been diagnosed with multiple behavior disorders as a kid, and it wasn't until he was 18 that he was finally diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. But it went so much deeper than that as he was shunted between therapists. ASPD. Then it was Borderline. Then histrionic. Then narcissistic. Then Paranoid. Then Dependent. Depression. And of course the alcoholism. But he didn't care. It made absolutely no difference what kind of alcoholic psycho they called him. He wasn't going attempt to change it. There was no need. He was fine.
At least, that's what had been telling himself since he was five. Since the first time his father had beat him in a drunken fit.
Ramsay clenched his jaw and cleared his throat, lighting a cigarette.
"What we doing for Halloween, guy?" Damon asked, lighting his own cigarette.
"Dunno. Haven't thought on it. Haven't had time to think about anything, honestly. Have court that day. Maybe I can finally quit going to the fucking head shrink." Ramsay said, remembering he had to be at the courthouse at 09:00 on the 31st.
"Did Alyn tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Ramsay asked, glancing around the half empty parking lot of the bar.
"Wife left him." Damon said, climbing out of the car.
"Mm. What a shame." Ramsay said, not attempting to sound like he gave a fuck.
"Well, he's pretty down. So maybe we could do something wild on Halloween. Gives us a couple weeks to plan some shit." Damon said, pushing the door of the bar open.
Ramsay glanced around and eyes immediately fell on... her. He cleared his throat and looked away.
But it wasn't before Damon had noticed. He let a sly grin creep up his face, but said nothing as he found an empty table and sat with Ramsay.
"I'll get drinks, shall I?" He grinned at Ramsay, who waved him away dismissively. "Her name is (Y/n), by the way."
"Shut your whore mouth." Ramsay hissed, lighting another cigarette to have something to do with himself.
Summary: You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…
Chapter 46: Robbers and Psychics
You rolled over to find Ramsay's side of the bed cold and empty. You sighed, rubbing your eyes.
You sat up slowly, a sharp pain in your ribs as you did so. You placed your hand on your belly.
"Too early, sweetheart." You whispered, with a yawn as your feet touched the plush carpet. You slipped your robe on, tying the ribbon as you quietly went to the bathroom to go through your morning routine.
You walked through the house, no sign of Ramsay. You could see the sun rising in the distance.
You slipped on a pair of Ramsay's shoes and stepped out the back door to find him smoking and watching Moose chase the early morning birds.
You slipped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek to his bare back.
"Morning." He said through a cloud of smoke.
"Good morning, baby. You good?" You hummed back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Mhm."
The air outside was refreshing. It had the smell of warm weather. Of spring on the way. It lifted your spirits slightly.
"It's going to be warm today. Can you smell it?" You said, pulling away from Ramsay and stepping out into the yard, tipping your head back to look at the pink and orange morning sky.
You turned to Ramsay who watched you with a small smirk, "all I smell is the bags full of cash I'm going to bring home later."
He looked slightly ashen faced. Though, it may have just been the time of morning. You weren't even sure how long he had been up, or how much sleep he had actually gotten.
You dropped your shoulders and frowned, "I really wish you wouldn't, baby. Please?"
"I don't want to disappoint the cops, baby girl. It's a crime to lie to the police. I don't wanna be a criminal." He chuckled, flicking his cigarette away from him. "Breakfast?"
"Yes, please. You make the best breakfast." You said with a bright smile.
"Because I'm a drunk." He said earnestly, opening the door for you.
You sat at the table sipping coffee and watching your husband make breakfast when the backdoor opened. Startled, Moose barked, retreating under your chair.
In walked Matt, Damon, and Charlotte. Moose crawled out from under your chair, sniffing furiously at Matt, who looked lost and panicky.
Charlotte gave you a warm, one armed hug, taking a seat beside you and resting her head on the table.
"Bit early." Ramsay said, glancing over at Damon.
"Neighbors decided to have an episode this morning. Cops came and questioned us and shit. Apparently the old woman freaked the fuck out on her old man and beat the hell out of him." Damon said with a yawn, "Said she beat him with the coffee pot because he bought the wrong kind or some shit."
"Relationship goals right there." Ramsay laughed, delicately placing bacon into the frying pan to avoid grease burns.
"So since we were up I figured we could get over here and I can watch you get irritated at eight thirty in the morning as I point out the flaws you have in this plan of yours."
"Fair enough. No hash browns for you though, for coming to my house way too early to piss me off." Ramsay replied slowly.
Damon gave a gasp of mock horror and pouted, "but I may die without your hash brows! IHOP doesn't have shit on you."
You raised a brow. For as long as you had known him, Damon was always the happy-go-lucky morning person you wanted to punch for being too damn happy before 11a.m. But then again, Ramsay was a pretty lively morning person as well. Fucking weirdos.
"Dude, I did not want to see you this early in the morning." Ramsay said, narrowing his eyes at Damon.
"Ouch. That hurt a bit. Right here" -He jabbed his finger into his chest- "You know you missed me. It's been almost twelve hours. Besides, I may or may not have news." Damon said, pinching Ramsay's cheek and slapping his ass before taking his seat beside his wife, who was resting with her head down on her arm on the edge of the table. You weren't even sure she was awake.
A slight twinge of jealousy creeping up at Ramsay and Damon's relationship. It was weird to you sometimes. Ramsay never acted like he really cared about Damon, and then sometimes they acted like brothers and best friends.
"What kind of news?" Ramsay asked, curiosity clearly peaked.
"Hash browns first. Then news." Damon said, sliding a lighter across the table to Matt, who had been patting his pockets since he sat down.
"Should I suck your dick while I'm at it then since you're making demands?"
Damon shrugged, "I mean, if you're offering breakfast and blow jobs I won't object. What gets better than that?"
You snorted into you cup, standing up. You crossed the kitchen and placed a kiss to your husband's cheek.
"I'm going to go dress." You whispered.
Ramsay grabbed your wrist and pulled you back toward him. He placed a rough kiss to your lips and grabbed your ass, pulling you in closer.
Finally he let you go, slapping your ass with a wooden spoon as you walked away. You threw him a dirty look over your shoulder, rubbing your burning ass cheek.
"Mm. I like the way that sounded." He purred, winking at you as your cheeks warmed.
"No, man! We are doing it this way." Ramsay said, smacking Damon in the head with the notebook he was clutching.
You and Charlotte watched your husbands row like watching a tennis rally. It was only a matter of time before they both ended up on the floor, throwing fists.
Matt sat on the floor, slightly green in the face, as he watched the argument. He hadn't said anything at all since entering your house. He kept smoking, simply to keep himself busy and hands from shaking.
Ramsay jumped up, looming over Damon, who was bracing himself for the damage he was about to be dealt.
"You!" Ramsay said heatedly, pointing at Matt, who squeaked in fright, cowering like a beat dog. "What do you think? This was your idea, after all."
Matt looked like he wished his Lord and Savior would swoop down and take him away.
"I... I dunno, boss. Please don't make me answer. I don't know anything about any of this." Matt whimpered, staring at the floor, looking like he may throw up if he opened his mouth again.
You caught Ramsay's eye and gave him a hard look. He gave you a wink, and sat back down.
"Call the Boys and tell them to meet us at Theon's house. We'll leave from there."
Damon nodded, pulling his phone out. Ramsay rose again from his perch, this time holding his hand out to you.
You took his hand and let him help you up. He tugged you down the hall to the bathroom, which was still a mess.
"Want you to get this re-bandaged before I leave." He said, holding out his arm to you.
You nodded, pulling scissors off the counter and cutting the gauze away. It looked so much better. Even after only a couple days. The human body was an amazing thing.
"This looks so much better, baby. Another day or two and I won't have to wrap it anymore, I don't think. I dunno what this shit is, but it's amazing." You said, examining the black tube of cream Whit had brought you. There were no labels or markings. Just a black tube.
"Good. Now what are you doing today?" Ramsay said, biting at a nail as you washed the burn.
"Hanging out here with Charlotte, then going to lunch with Oly, and coming back home." You said, patting the wound dry.
"That's it?"
"Yep. What news did Damon have?"
"The Lannister midget's trial starts today. I guess you saw he was arrested on Joffrey's murder? Anyways that bitch of a sister of his is pushing the issue. Her younger son has been seen with the Tyrell whore. In very sketch situations and places. And the Lannister's now know about the girl and Martell boy. You should get in contact with your snakes, make them aware. I have a feeling it won't be pretty."
You finished wrapping the arm with a frown, "promise me you will step in if it goes to shit."
He turned to look at you and gave a small grin, "Alright, baby girl."
You entered the living room, taking your seat beside Charlotte, who had pulled Moose up on the couch with her.
"How's Ramsay this morning?" Damon asked, handing a joint back to Matt.
"Better, I think. He hasn't complained. Thank god." You said with a shrug.
A few moments later Ramsay entered the room, dressed in his Sunday best, holding his Kylo helmet and Darth Vader mask. He dropped the mask in Matt's lap.
"While you're down there kid, shine my shoe." Ramsay said, placing his foot on Matt's leg.
You watched Matt buff out a scuff in the shoe with the cuff of his hoodie.
"First impressions are important." Ramsay smirked, lighting a cigarette. "Kid, we need to find you a mask. What's your poison?"
Matt looked up at Ramsay, confused.
"Surely you had a masked character you looked up to as a kid. We all have one. Today you're Vader, but we will find you a new one after we leave the bank." Ramsay said with an air of great patience.
Matt shrugged.
"Oh come on, you're still a baby. Still watch cartoons and read comics, I'm sure. See, I have a thing for Star Wars. Damon is an Iron Man fan. I made Ben Master Chief, since he wanted to run around and play jarhead when we graduated high school. Alyn is Deadpool. Yellow Dick is Crossbones." He looked over at Damon, "man, I just realized how fitting that is for him."
Damon gave a little shrug and nod.
Ramsay turned back to Matt, pulling his foot away from him.
"I dunno..."
"Think on it, and I'll ask you over lunch."
Ramsay turned to you, "I have to go see dear Theon. I'll call you when the job is done. It'll be quick. In and out."
You only nodded with a frown. Ramsay kissed your forehead and left.
"It'll be alright. I know what he has in mind. We have gear, we will be alright." Damon assured you, giving Charlotte a hug and quick kiss. "Let's go kid."
"How are they so okay with it?" Charlotte asked after a few moments of silence.
"I wish I knew. Sometimes I wish my moral compass was as off as theirs." You sighed, "lunch with me later?"
"Sure thing, hon."
You picked up the discarded notebook, glancing over Ramsay's notes. It was hard to decipher it. For someone as genius and precise in everything as he was, his writing was horrible.
"So, a Tyrell bank, huh? That's what Dame said." Charlotte said, lighting a cigarette.
"No." You said slowly, looking at the notebook still, "the bank Ramsay used to work at, it would seem."
It made the knot in your chest loosen slightly. Ramsay probably knew every inch of that bank, and all the security. Maybe they really would be okay. And it was blocks away from any of the Tyrell banks. The Boys would be in and out before the cops ever had time to get there if they were watching the Tyrell banks. It made you laugh.
×××
"I've never been here." Charlotte said as a man opened the door of the restaurant for you both.
"It's one of my favorite places in the city. It's never too busy, but some of the best pasta ever." You replied, choosing a booth by the window. You were about 15 minutes early, but you couldn't sit at home anymore.
A few minutes later Olyvar took his seat across from you, arms Laden in books and papers.
"I went ahead and ordered for you." You said with a smile, grabbing the first booklet of alcohol.
"Sweet." Olyvar said, pulling a pen. He took a long drink from his glass before setting it down, propping his cheek up on his palm and gazing at you intently, "So?"
You drew a deep breath, ready to explode. Olyvar always had a way of making you spill the beans.
"I am so fucking tired and overwhelmed, Oly! Ramsay is always going and it's exhausting. I guess I never noticed it before because I was always working too... but damn. He needs to slow down. Maybe i just can't hang anymore because I'm pregnant. I don't know. But it wouldn't kill him to just sit down and take a breather. He has me so stressed. You have no idea what I would give right now for a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of wine, and a whole bowl out if a bong. Like, get this baby out!" You said, the words cascading like a waterfall.
"And what is my god son's name?" Olyvar asked, raising a brow.
You heaved an irritable sigh, "he doesn't have one yet. Ramsay won't say shit. It's about to freak me the fuck out."
"Maybe if you acted like you don't care he would tell you. You get so worked up. He loves watching you meltdown." Olyvar said wisely.
He did have a point.
Lunch passed in laughs and arguments as you and Olyvar compared prices and distributors. Finally, multiple order forms had been successfully completed.
"We have probably a hundred applications as of right now. We need to set up interviews and get people hired. We are nearing the finish line, very quickly." Olyvar said, looking as excited as you felt.
You nodded, "yeah. We should start like next week."
"So, I was thinking. We should go see a psychic."
"Ugh. Not that again." You tutted, rolling your eyes.
"Oh, come on. It will be fun. There's a woman a few blocks over. She's supposed to be the best. You're my best friend, that means I can pressure you into going with me."
"Alright, alright." You huffed, "wanna go, Charlotte?"
"Sure, I'm game. It's always fun. Maybe my future looks brighter than the last time I went." She laughed.
You stared at the building, apprehension setting in your chest.
"Come on, (y/n). She's the best in the city, probably even the country from what I've heard. It will be fun. It's not like it's legit. You aren't doomed to some bad fortune or something." Olyvar said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the dimly lit building. As you passed the door you read the sign:
Charlotte made a noise of interest as she examined a shelf of crystals.
The windows and lamps were draped in shawls, and a pungent smell filled you as a wall of incense sticks burned. Various candles were set around the room with more crystals, funny symbols and runes, and interesting statues.
A woman stepped out of the shadows. Her brown eyes seemed to burn gold in the odd light cast around the room. She had the look of a woman would could have been beautiful. She was covered in shawls and bangles, gold teeth glittering in the dim light as she smiled at you and your party.
"May I help you?" She said in a simpering, honeyed voice.
"Uh... thought maybe we could get out palms read?" You said, suddenly feeling very nervous.
"This way." She whispered, pulling a curtain back. "One at a time."
Olyvar nudged you forward. You shot him a dirty look and followed the woman.
She took a seat at a velvet covered table, holding her hand out to you.
You took a ginger seat on the edge of the chair across from her and held your hand out.
Her hand was just as silky as her voice as she encased your hand in hers. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself, tracing a sharp nail over your palm.
"Mm... mhm... yes... what do you want to know dear?" She said quietly, opening her eyes, grip tightening on your hand.
"Uhh... not sure? I've never done this before." You said awkwardly, not looking her in the eyes.
"Mm, yes. But you're curious. A lot going on. A healthy baby boy growing strong inside you, giving you nightmares." She smiled, grip tightening further.
You snapped your eyes to hers, heart jamming itself in your throat.
"Yes. Horrible nightmares. Chaos. Fire. Death. You fear for your husband. Terrible secrets."
You yanked your hand back, and stood quickly. Afraid. You dug in your purse and dropped a 20 on the table, turning and leaving before she could say anymore.
You entered the front room, "Come on. We are leaving." You hissed to Charlotte and Olyvar, who both looked questioning.
Madame Maggy leaned against the door frame.
"What you fear will come to pass sooner than you think!" She called after you as you pushed the door open and stepped out into the street.
You took a deep breath, swallowing the fear and trying to compose yourself.
"What was that?" Charlotte asked, looking back at the door.
"Nothing. I want to go home and take a nap. I feel horrible." You said harshly. "Oly, let me know what day you want to run interviews. Be safe and be careful. Loves."
You gave Olyvar a tight hug. He gave you a look as you pulled away, "not today." You whispered in his ear.
He gave an understanding nod and smile. "Call if you need anything."
"Word." You said with a smile, climbing into the jeep.
You and Charlotte said nothing on the way to the safe house.
"I wish they would hurry up." You sighed, glancing over at the clock, starting to worry as the afternoon grew later.
"I'm sure they're fine. Just giving poor Matt shit. They are so mean to him." Charlotte assured you, taking the bowl of ice cream you had offered her.
"I know. I keep telling them to leave him alone, but you know them. Anyways, I need to clean the bathroom. No idea where the remote is. Ramsay hides it so I don't change his channels." You said, giving an apologetic shrug.
Even though it only took a solid 20 minutes to clean the bathroom completely, you were exhausted. You leaned against the counter, resting your hand on your belly when you felt it. You felt your child finally move on the outside. You drew in a sharp gasp of excitement. You couldn't wait to show Ramsay.
Maybe that would bring about realization and he would finally give you a name. You were very curious of the name he would come up with.
You just sat back on the couch when the backdoor burst open. You turned quickly to see Ramsay walk in, a pep in his step and humming a tune.
He placed a kiss to the top of your head as he walked past you and took a seat in his recliner.
"Where's the money?" You asked, watching him closely.
"What money?" He asked innocently.
You opened your mouth and closed it again.
He let out a laugh and nodded behind you as Matt walked in carrying two large duffel bags, dropping them on the ground at Ramsay's feet.
He looked much better than this morning.
He turned to you, glee all over his face, "that was the wildest fucking shit! This guy is fucking INSANE!"
"It just came to me! I know who I'm making you!" Ramsay said suddenly, looking fixedly at Matt.
"Huh?" Matt asked, as Damon, Ben, Alyn, and Yellow Dick all walked in carrying two duffel bags a piece.
"Your mask. I'm making you Star Lord!" Ramsay said, pulling the closest bag to him and unzipping it.
"No problems then?" You questioned, watching Ramsay stack bundles of bills on the coffee table.
"None at all. I told you it would go smooth, baby girl." He said, lighting a cigarette.
"How many did you kill?" You asked, unsure you wanted an answer.
"Unfortunately it was empty when we showed up, other than the tellers. So i killed them. I hated them all anyways. Whiny little shits they were. Oh, and that one bitch in the office next to mine. She was a whore."
You said nothing as you watched the Boys count cash and divide it up.
Matt pushed half of his stack towards Ramsay, "Cherry Pie."
"You sure? I mean, look at all this cash. You could buy a house. Take your girlfriend on an expensive vacation."
Matt shook his head, "I want that car."
"Alright, she's yours. Damon will take you by the shop when you leave here and give you the keys."
You looked down at your phone:
New Message.
[Mom: hey baby, we got in early. Eli is taking us to dinner when he gets off work. Really hope to see you!]
You looked up from your phone to gaze at Ramsay, who looked beside himself in smugness.
"Baby, going to dinner with my parents."
"Mkay. Just lemme get all this shit put up and take a shower."
"No rush. It's only three."
"In that case... all of you out. I need some time with my wife." Ramsay snapped.
Charlotte gave you a small wave and left with Damon and Matt. Yellow Dick and Alyn left together, and Ben shook Ramsay's hand before he, too, left.
Ramsay rose from his chair and walked into you.
"You, me, shower. Now." He purred, pulling your face up to his.
"We don't have a shower curtain." You reminded him.
"Don't care. Just don't slip when you get out." He smirked, gripping your arm and pulling you up.
"Then don't let me fall." You winked as he pushed you down the hall.
Slowly, you undressed, watching Ramsay run his tongue over this bottom lip as he watched you.
"So, you had an enjoyable day?" You asked, turning on the shower and grabbing you husband by the front of the shirt.
He loosened his tie and screwed up his face in thought as you unbuttoned the shirt.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. You? You look a bit peaky." He said, kissing your forehead as he shrugged out of the shirt and unfastened his belt.
"Yeah. Got all the bar stuff done. Having interviews next week. Boring business stuff." You said with a small smile.
But the truth was, the psychic's words kept springing up on you, and every time it would tighten your chest and make your stomach clench.
"Where is dinner?" He asked, kissing along your cheek.
"Dunno. I'll have to call Eli." You murmured, tipping your head back as he reached your neck, grabbing at his hips.
He helped you in the shower and wasted no time in pushing you against the wall, biting at you and running his hands over you as the warm water sliced over you.
You let out a loud moan as he shoved his hand between your slick thighs.
"What took you so long? You said you'd call. I was worried." You said, annoyance making a tiny flare in your stomach.
"I know, baby girl. Im sorry. I just... got caught up in the moment. I threw myself off. Lost track of time while I was with Theon. I've renamed him." He hummed, rubbing his thumb into your clit.
You let out a breathy moan, "oh?"
"Yeah, Reek. Because he fucking stinks. He smells like death and dog shit." He chuckled, shifting to stand in the water completely.
"How is he not dead?" You questioned, clawing at his his, letting your fingers wander ever lower.
"Well I feed him and water him daily now." He panted, pushing his hips into you as trailed your fingers over his hardened length.
"And what do you feed him?" You asked, raising a brow and griping him tight and moving your hand slowly along him.
He made a deep noise in his throat, pushing his fingers inside you.
"Table scraps and dog food. Sometimes a dog biscuit if he behaves." He replied, words weak as he focused on the pleasure you were making him feel.
"You're sick, you know that baby?" You said, pulling his fingers from you and taking them in your mouth.
He swallowed hard and let a smirk form, drawing a sharp breath as you swept your thumb over his wet tip.
"And you love it." He whispered in your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth, and shoving his tongue inside your mouth.
You bit down on his tongue, sucking gently as he pulled your hand away from him, pinned you against the wall by your hip and pushed himself slowly inside you.
You released him and pushed your head back into the wall, "make me numb."
"No. I wanna make you feel good, baby girl." He panted in your ear, grinding his warm, wet body against yours.
"Daddy, make your bad girl cry." You begged, a reckless sensation burning inside you as the wetness between your legs mounted and body began to warm in pleasure.
He grabbed your wrists, holding them up over your head with one hand, and grabbing your hip painfully hard with the other as he pushed himself harder into you.
"Faster." You moaned out, closing your eyes tight.
He picked up his rough pace until it became uncomfortable against your belly. His excitement from the day clearly melting over into fucking you as he took care to give you both pleasure and discomfort at the same time.
But, the excitement from the day was still fresh and he met his high first. Hearing him orgasm was amazing. Nothing could compare to his primal, lust filled noises of ecstasy.
Once he had finished he gave a small frown, dropping to his knees and biting roughly at your sensitive spot.
It was a curious sensation as the water ran cold and a guilty, pleasurable pain surged through you like fire as you met your limit. Ramsay had to catch you by the hips as your knees gave out at the shock and force of your body releasing.
When he was sure you wouldn't fall he released his grip, and pushed himself up into the cold stream of water.
"This hot water heater fucking sucks." He complained, chills erupting on his body.
"Well, hurry up and get us moved to our permanent residence." You grinned, stepping out of the shower.
"You can't rush greatness, doll. Go grab me something to wear so we can go to dinner."
You wrapped a towel around you and left the bathroom to dress and call your baby brother.
