Got One-Shots Book 2

Best Friends. Nothing More (Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader)

(Unrequited love.)

He was your best friend. Nothing more. At least that's what you tried to tell yourself. You and Ramsay had been friends for as long as you could remember, but you wanted more. You had wanted it forever. But now, he was married to Sansa Stark. You hated it.

No, you didn't hate Sansa. You hated that Ramsay was married to her. You had been ready to make your move and tell Ramsay how you felt when Lord Baelish had arrived with Sansa and the marriage took place. All your plans went up in smoke as you stood in the Godswood, watching the man you loved marry another.

Most people would have thought you were insane, loving Ramsay, but they didn't know him the way you did. You knew him before he became the mad dog everyone else knew him as. You knew that, deep down, there was still some good in Ramsay and you held onto hope that he could be that person again. With help from the right person. You had hoped that would be you, but it wasn't. Then, one day, it happened.

You were in your room when Stannis had marched on Winterfell. You waited there until you heard Ramsay's triumphant return. You knew he'd go to Sansa, to gloat about how Winterfell was still his. Then, and only then, would he come to you. You would be the one person he showed his vulnerable side to.

Your door swung open a lot sooner than you thought it would. You jumped and turned to see Ramsay there. "My lady," he greeted. He was covered in blood and for a moment, you thought it was his. As if reading your mind, Ramsay chuckled. "It is not mine, Y/N. Now, have you seen Lady Sansa?" You shook your head. Ramsay's smirk turned into a frown. "Hmm. Guess I have to find her." He turned to leave.

"Ramsay, wait!" He stopped and looked back at you. "Don't go. At least tell me about your victory before you run away." Ramsay chuckled and came over. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "My dear, Y/N. Always so eager to spend time with the 'mad dog'." You rolled your eyes playfully. "Only because the so-called 'mad dog' is my best friend." Ramsay gave your shoulders a squeeze. "Forever. Now, let me go and fetch my wife. Then I will tell you together."

You watched him go and sighed heavily. That one word sealed your fate as far as Ramsay was concerned. Forever. Forever his best friend. Nothing more. Sighing again, you sank down in your chair. You ran your brush through your hair, listening to sounds of people running around, probably looking for Sansa.

A moment later, you heard Ramsay shouting from outside. Then, the sound of his dogs barking. You got up and looked out the window. In the distance, past the bodies strewn across the field, you could see two figured heading for the woods. Sansa and Theon. From the tone of Ramsay's voice, you knew he wa sfurious. But you? You couldn't help the small smile that made its way to your lips. Sansa was gone and, if Ramsay couldn't bring her back, maybe you stood chance with him. Maybe he would finally become more than your best friend.