GoT One-Shots!

A Choice Between Two Bastards (Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader x Jon Snow)

"Ramsay, I strongly advise against this," you said softly to your husband. "I do not recall asking you, my dear wife." You crossed your arms over your chest and quirked a brow. You were probably the only person in the world to get away with disobeying and disagreeing with Ramsay. He watched your expression transform in to one of annoyance. "Do you not understand? Jon Snow is one of the best fighters in all of Westeros. He will fight to the very last man and while he may not have a large army, men naturally follow Jon," you explained.

You had two reasons to avoid an battle between your husband and the bastard, Jon Snow. One was, of course, your husband. Despite his many faults, you loved Ramsay and you did not wish to see him hurt. The other reason was Jon Snow himself. You'd loved him once. You honestly still did. When he left for the Wall, it broke your heart. If he hadn't been a bastard, you would have married him. Because you were high born, your father never would have allowed the match and when Ramsay was legitimized, your father eagerly offered your hand.

Over time, you'd gotten to know the man behind the monster that was Ramsay Bolton. You loved him, but you still held love for Jon in your heart. Ramsay knew that. You were trying to convince him not to fight, for both of them. "I will not lose Winterfell or you to that bastard!" Ramsay cried, making you jump slightly. You knew then that there was no changing his mind.

"Ramsay, I am begging you not to do this," you said again, knowing it would do no good. He glared at you. "I am going to, Y/N and, when I return, we can celebrate my victory." He turned to the guards and barked, "Go and fetch our young guest from the cells!" You felt the fear bubble up in your chest. Rickon. "What are you going to do to him?" Ramsay simply smirked at you before leaving you alone. You bit your lip and did the only thing you could think to do. You were going to warn Jon.

*the battle*

You watched from the ramparts of Winterfell as your husband and former lover faced off. You stifled a scream as Ramsay began firing shot after shot at young Rickon. That was one side of Ramsay you didn't love. His love of gruesome games. You prayed to the old gods and the new that Jon had gotten your message and was prepared to save Rickon before Ramsay killed him. It killed you that the only thing you could do was watch.

Your heart filled with fear and awe as you watched Jon standing alone, sword in hand, ready to take on an entire army. You wanted to do something, anything besides sitting there. You wanted to scream, to fight, anything! You decided you couldn't watch anymore. If either one of them died, it would rip your heart in half.

Soon you heard tell tale signs that the battle had moved to the courtyard of Winterfell. You raced from your chambers and outside. There was Jon on top of Ramsay, beating him to within an inch of his life. "Jon! Stop!" you cried running down into the middle of the courtyard. Jon stopped in his tracks and got up. He faced you for a moment. "Rickon?" you asked, softly. Jon shook his head.

As a few of Jon's men carted Ramsay off to a cell, you followed after Jon. "What are you going to do?" you asked. Jon gazed at you with tired eyes. "He deserves to be punished, Y/N. He is responsible for the deaths of hundreds, including my youngest brother." Upon seeing your pained face, he asked you, "What would you have me do? He cannot be allowed to walk free."

"Do what you feel is right, Jon, " was all you said before realization dawned on Jon. "You love him." You simply looked straight ahead, not answering. "He has to be punished," Jon said again, leaving you alone. You knew he was right and you had a choice to make. Could you let Jon kill Ramsay or would you help Ramsay to escape Jon's punishment? You decided to talk to Ramsay before you made your choice.

You made your way to Ramsay's cell. "Ah, my darling wife." Not even defeat could wipe the smirk off his face. "You killed Rickon Stark. Why?" Ramsay tilted his head in an act of pondering. "The bastard needed motivation." You shook your head sadly. "What does the bastard have planned for me then?" he asked you. You looked at his bloodied face for a moment before answering. "I believe he means to execute you." Ramsay scoffed.

"Of course he does. And I am certain he means to take you as well. He can have you. I know you tried to warn him," Ramsay told you. You took a deep breath, your heart hurting at his words. "I tried to save you," you replied to his accusation. His hollow laugh echoed throughout the cells. "Clearly, you failed." Without another word, you turned and walked out, ignoring Ramsay's cries. You met Jon in the courtyard again.

"I thought you would set him free," he muttered. You looked him over. He had cleaned up and had donned furs with a direwolf sigil. You shook your head. "I couldn't. You were right. He deserves to be punished, no matter how much it hurts me." Jon slowly neared you. "If it helps at all, I am sorry." You gave him a watery smile. "Thank you. I need to rest and I am certain you do as well." You went to move passed him, but he lightly touched your arm, stopping you.

"Y/N, you made the right choice. You know that, don't you?" he asked. You felt the tears pricking your eyes and you sniffled. "The right choice? My husband is going to be executed for his crimes. I had to make a choice between two bastards. Between the two men I love. There was no right choice here, Jon. Good night." Jon watched you walk away, hoping that you would forgive him one day.