Westeros' Most Wanted - Modernish AU - Part 1 - Ramsay x Reader

This imagine is set in the 1930s and Ramsay is a John Dillingeresque, classic American gangster of that time period. I had a couple of unfavourable comments about "The Flayer" imagine which I won't be continuing due to these comments, so hopefully people enjoy this one more. 😄

The bank manager was out of his office as soon as he saw the woman walk in. She and the rest of her family were the most important account holders that the Kings Landing National Bank had, and there was always a little pomp and ceremony when either she, or her siblings made an appearance.

"Good morning Ms. Lannister, such an honour to see you again." The manager said as he showed the young woman to his office.

"Hilary, some tea for Ms. Lannister please." The man called out to his assistant as he closed the door behind him.

"Now, Ms. Lannister, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Inwardly (Y/n) rolled her eyes. Whenever any of her family set foot into the bank, Mr. Hughes, the manager, would fawn all over them. She knew it was all fake, as long as the Lannister family fortune stayed in his vaults, he was happy, and he would do whatever it took to keep it there.

"Well Mr. Hughes, father has asked me to come and transfer some funds so that we can purchase a property that has just come on the market." (Y/n) explained. The manager smiling as he rubbed his hands together like an old miser, knowing that Tywin Lannister never made a bad investment.

As the conversation in the office continued, little did anyone in the bank or outside know, that across the street sat a Model A Ford whose passengers had been watching the bank for some time, waiting for the moment when it would be the best time to strike.

Today was the day that the bank received its weekly cash delivery, and that on top of whatever was already in the vault, meant the haul could prove to be substantial.

In the back seat of the car sat a man, his well-tailored suit concealed under a large black trench coat. His face hidden by an equally black fedora. For one final time he checked his Tommy gun, as wisps of smoke came from the cigarette that hung from his lips, choking the other occupants of the car.

"Boss, the delivery should be here any minute, and I've seen about ten people go into the bank, so it should be pretty quiet." The goon in the driver's seat noted, as the man in the back seat looked at the others in the car, his infamous smirk now on show.

"Good. Now remember the plan. Luton you hit the tellers, Alyn and Skinner you grab the bag man, and Grunt you're with me; we get the manager and force him to open the vault. Ben, you stay outside and keep an eye out for the cops. In and out in four minutes, I want a clean job, nothing messy left behind." Ramsay ordered, as the Bastards Boys readied themselves to hit their latest target.

Ramsay and his gang had already hit five banks in as many months, but today's job would be the biggest. The bastard of Dreadfort had been planning this heist for months; he had thought about every possible outcome, down to the finest detail.

The Lannister family fortune was in that bank, and Ramsay wanted every last cent of it. He wanted the Lannister's to know what it was like to be poor, to wonder where the next meal was coming from; to wonder where the next week's rent was coming from so that they could keep a roof over their heads. He wanted to bring the mighty Lannister family to its knees, and today would be the start of the process.

"Boss, look." Ben said from the driver's seat.

Ramsay looked out onto the damp Kings Landing streets. Streets that up until a short while ago had not been his home, but were now the source of his livelihood, and his life. Originally, he was from the north, but Kings Landing was too much of a draw to stay away. It was the home of some of the richest and most powerful families in the land. And Ramsay wanted to make each one of those families suffer, to bring them to their knees. And now he couldn't help but smile as he watched the nervous delivery man make his way from his truck and up the stairs of the bank.

Ramsay exited the car, hiding his gun under his long coat as the rest of the gang pulled up their scarves over their faces, hiding them under their large hats until the time was right.

The six men cautiously made their way to the steep steps of the bank, taking one last look at one another before the countdown began.

Pushing through the doors of the bank, Ramsay made their presence known.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a holdup. And I, well I am Ramsay Bolton." Ramsay announced, taking off his hat to reveal his eerie grin, much to the horror of the shocked customers.

"If you will all be so kind as to raise your hands above your heads, my colleagues and I will gone before you know it." Ramsay continued, waving around the newly revealed Tommy gun.

As the rest of the boys set about their jobs, Ramsay and Grunt made their way to the office.

The manger looked out onto the scene in shock. "Ms. Lannister, may I suggest that you hide, quickly." Hughes said over his shoulder, his eyes growing wider as Ramsay and his boy, made their way to his office.

"Mr, Hughes, I can assure you that I have no intention of hiding; I am not scared of Ramsay Bolton or his gang. He is merely a criminal like any other in this city, and sooner or later the police or the federal agents will capture him and lock him up in jail where he belongs." (Y/n) scoffed, refusing to budge. Knowing that a lion never hid when faced by adversity.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Grunt! Take the manager and make him open the vault; I have something to discuss with this beautiful young lady here." Ramsay said as the door to the office flew open to reveal him leaning up against the frame.

"You are not discussing anything with Ms. Lannister." Hughes announced sounding strangely brave as he stepped in front of (Y/n).

"Lannister? As in the Lannisters? As in Tywin Lannister?" Ramsay asked angrily, as his eyes darted back to the indignant looking woman.

"Yes! Those Lannisters. Is it that difficult to believe, or are you just as stupid as you look?" (Y/n) asked defiantly, as she glared at Ramsay.

"I am (Y/n) Lannister, Tywin Lannister's youngest child." (Y/n) continued, not caring that Ramsay had a gun pointed in her direction.

Before Ramsay could say another word, the alarm was tripped, and the deafening bell rang throughout the building.

"Shit boss, we gotta go. The cops are just around the corner, we can't let you get caught." Grunt said as he tried to grab Ramsay and pull him away.

"If the cops are gonna be here, we are gonna need some leverage in case something goes wrong, and I have the perfect candidate." Ramsay hissed as he yanked his arm away from Grunt and pushed passed Hughes, before grabbing hold of (Y/n) and pulling her towards him.

"You're coming with me bitch. Consider yourself my human shield." Ramsay growled as he dragged the struggling (Y/n) from the office.

"Er boss....... we really need to go!" Ben called out as he rushed inside, the wail of police sirens getting louder as precious seconds ticked by. Ramsay making for the doors, dragging his newly found prize with him as Ben gave his boss a quizzical look.

"She's Tywin Lannister's daughter, the cops won't dare shoot if they think they might hurt her." Ramsay explained as the gang exited the bank.

As they rushed across the street to get back to the car, the sound of screeching tyres filled the air as the cops pulled up. Ramsay pulling (Y/n) right in front of him, one hand firmly around her throat the other on the trigger of his gun as he pointed at her head.

"Looks like you're gonna come in handy after all." Ramsay hissed into her ear. (Y/n) struggling against his grip.

"RAMSAY!" A voice called out over a megaphone, the voice cutting through the cacophony of noises that now filled the air. The gang stopping in the middle of the street, only feet away from the car. The car that was their only possible hope of escaping capture.

"PUT DOWN YOUR GUNS AND SURRENDER!" The voice called again. A loud laugh coming from Ramsay as he held his hostage tighter.

"I don't think so Detective. Do you see who I have here? This is Tywin Lannister's little girl, and if you don't all back up, I will take great delight in putting a bullet through her beautiful little head." Ramsay called out. Knowing that there was no way that the police could do anything but let them go. Lannisters were good for something after all.

"You do know that I'm going to make sure that you are locked up in jail for the rest of your pathetic life for this don't you?" (Y/n) hissed into Ramsay's ear as his face drew closer to hers.

"Such harsh words. You know, I can think of much better things that you could be doing with that pretty little mouth of yours, don't you?" Ramsay hummed as he pushed his chest firmly against (Y/n)'s back.

"I can assure you that if that thing comes anywhere near my mouth, I will bite it off." (Y/n) growled. Her head turned slightly so that her eyes were glaring right into his.

"Well, it's obvious who has the teeth in the family." Ramsay joked as he dragged her backwards to the car.

"Now Detective, me and the boys here are going to get in our car and drive away, and you ain't gonna do anything but let us go." Ramsay declared, as the Bastards boys piled into the car. A silence falling over the scene as the detectives talked in hushed tones.

"Ok Ramsay, just release Ms. Lannister we'll let you go." The Detective called out. Not knowing what Tywin Lannister would do if he found out that his daughter had been kidnapped.

"If you think I'm gonna release my ace card, you're dumber than you look detective. Now, the seven if us are going to get in this car and drive away, and if I see one cop, one cop car, you will have a very pretty corpse on your hands and a lot of explaining to do to Tywin Lannister about how you got his little girl killed." Ramsay said as he pulled (Y/n) into the car, the rest of the boys holding on to her.

Within an instant, the engine of the Model A was fired up and racing through the streets of Kings Landing. Ramsay couldn't help but smile to himself as he looked through the rear window, to see not a cop in sight. It was true that his plan hadn't worked out as he had expected, but he now had a Lannister, Tywin's youngest child, and if he played this just right, he could get a big pay day, and hurt the Lannister's at the same time.

He turned back around and was finally able to get a good look at the woman that he held tightly on his lap. To say she was beautiful would be doing her an injustice; her blonde hair was cut short in the latest style, and her eyes, which were the same colour as smoky green jade, hide a fire that intrigued him. Even though she was dressed and presented well, her persona didn't scream spoilt little rich girl, in fact she seemed to be quite the opposite.

It was obvious that she wasn't scared of him, or his reputation. She had stood up for herself in and outside the bank, not backing down to his threats or innuendos. And now, despite the fact that she was in a speeding car surrounded by six of the most dangerous men in Westeros, she was still struggling and had in fact even been able to punch Luton in the face when his hand had made its way to her knee.

"You know, if you keep struggling like that, I might start enjoying it." Ramsay grinned, calling her attention back to him.

"Oh please. Men like you are all talk and no action. You talk a big game, but when it comes to it, you probably can't even get it up." (Y/n) hissed, as she seemingly on purpose dropped herself down heavily on his lap, causing Ramsay to groan uncomfortably.

There was a collective uncomfortable chuckle that came from the other men in the car due to the Lannister's comment. The rest of the gang knew of their boss's reputation as far as the fairer sex was concerned, so to have it called into disrepute was quite funny.

"Don't flatter yourself woman, you ain't my type." Ramsay growled, despite the fact that he knew he was lying. She was more than his type, even if she was a Lannister. He wasn't used to being challenged anymore, and the fact that she was shooting him down every chance she got, he found strangely arousing. Most of the women that levitated towards the gang were the submissive type, or whores, neither of which he found appealing anymore. Now here was a woman that ticked all his boxes, and not only was she his hostage, but she was also Tywin Lannister's daughter. If he could have punched himself in the face, then and there he would have; why did life have to be so fucking complicated.

"Flatter myself? I wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on the planet; that is if you are a man!" (Y/n) scoffed, as she continued to struggle on Ramsay's lap.

Ramsay could feel the anger boil up inside him, how dare she say that to him. Given half a chance he would show her exactly what kind of man he was. He would make her beg for him as he bent her over the bonnet of the car, as he took her roughly from behind. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the erotic thoughts of their two sweaty bodies shaking and trembling as they fucked one another senseless. Now was neither the time or place to be thinking such things; they still weren't at the safehouse, and there was still a possibility that the cops would do something stupid.

"Here, you hold the bitch, I've had all I can take of her." Ramsay said as he gripped her arm roughly and pushed her on to Grunts's lap.

"Maybe I should just shoot you now and put you out of my misery." He muttered, as a smirk came to her face.

"Well, you were the one dumb enough to kidnap me; do you really think I'm going to lay down and make things easy for you? If you do, you're stupider than you look." (Y/n) chuckled, strangely enjoying the fact that she was making the feared gangster hot under the collar.

"For the love of god! Grunt, will you gag her before I do something I'll regret." Ramsay barked, as Grunt pulled off his tie and tied it across her mouth, causing (Y/n) to gag slightly, much to the amusement of Ramsay.

The rest of the trip to the safehouse proved quiet, and (Y/n) watched as the city turned into the lush countryside that lay beyond the outskirts of the rapidly expanding metropolis.

As they passed through a small wood, a large rustic house came into view; the grumble of the Ford's 3 litre engine alerting the occupants of the home to their approach. A number of inappropriately dressed woman coming into view as the car came to a sudden stop. Ramsay grabbing hold of (Y/n)'s wrists and pulling her from the car.

"Lizzie, do me a favour and lock this one in one of the empty rooms will you." Ramsay said to an older woman that had just stepped out onto the porch.

"And who might this be?" The woman sneered as she looked (Y/n) up and down.

"None of your damn business, she's my concern. And if any harm comes to her, I'll have your head." Ramsay hissed as he pushed (Y/n) forward towards the woman, who grabbed at her wrist.

As quick as a flash (Y/n) had removed the gag from her mouth and bit down hard onto the woman's hand, forcing her to release her grip. The sound of the woman's scream alerted the men to what was happening, as (Y/n) took her opportunity to make a run from her captors.

Ramsay let out an exacerbated groan as he threw off his large trench coat and gave chase. She was quicker than she looked, and despite her hands still being bound together she was making headway, nimbly dodging branches and jumping over exposed tree roots. Ramsay glad that the bracken had become denser, so despite (Y/n)'s best efforts, he was already catching up with her.

As she looked over her shoulder to see her pursuer, (Y/n) found that Ramsay was right behind her. Her momentary loss of concentration meaning her foot found the next tree root and sent her barrelling to the floor, closely followed by Ramsay who appeared to have done the same. As she opened her eyes, she found the face of the bastard of Dreadfort mere centimetres from her own, his body laid on top of hers.

Ramsay looked down on the woman beneath him, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt her chest pushed up against his as they both gasped for air. He couldn't help but move his lips closer to hers as the pair looked deep into each other's eyes. The atmosphere between the two becoming charged as he slowly moved his hand to her face, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb.

Suddenly the look in (Y/n) eyes changed. "GET. OFF. ME. YOU. PIG!" She yelled emphasising each word with a slap to either his arm, chest or face.A defeated sigh leaving Ramsay's lips as he rose to his feet dragging her up with him.

"Next time you try and run, run when you aren't bound, that way you might make it." Ramsay told her, as he pulled (Y/n) back towards the house.

"If that woman touches me again, I'll do more than bite her." (Y/n) said as she dug her heels into the ground forcing Ramsay to come to a halt.

Shaking his head, he looked at her. "Look, no one else is gonna touch you, and if they do, they'll have me to answer to alright. Your worth more to me alive than dead." Ramsay groaned again dragging her the rest of the way back.

"Stay here, don't move and keep quiet. Any noise and I'll tie you to that damn bed." Ramsay warned, as he pulled (Y/n) passed everyone on the porch, before finding an empty room and shoving her inside. Eyeing her as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"In your dreams." (Y/n) muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Ramsay slamming the door and locking it behind him. Sure, that this Lannister was going to be more trouble than she was worth. But knowing he was definitely going to enjoy finding out what trouble he could get into with her. 

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