summary: the gods were sick and cruel and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.
genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.
warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, unhealthy/abusive households (dottore–locked in closet, mistreatment/verbal abuse | reader–implied toxic stepfather & equally toxic mother who constantly believes him over reader, the slap scene from prev chapter), minor character deaths.
notes: the segment sheet is DONE, this was a rlly fun chapter to write! i enjoyed exploring both of their backgrounds ehehe
shiba taiju x f!reader, game of thrones au, khal taiju, arranged marriage, i googled dothraki but tweaked it a little, pretty much the dany x drogo scenario but reader isn’t a targaryen and it’s more book faithful than the show (aka wedding night is consensual), suggestive, nudity, (1.6k wc)
You’ve only heard stories about the Dothraki. Tales of their brutal violence had been used to tame you into obedience as a child.
“Don’t leave the grounds or else a Dothraki warrior will capture you and eat your face.”
“Misbehave again and I’ll have to sell you off to the Dothraki where you can live as a savage.”
And yet here you are, your once powerful but now fallen family at the mercy of the Dothraki leader accepting their offer for you to be his bride. It’s a last-ditch effort to gain an army strong enough to retake the lands that your ancestors had claimed as their own.
You don’t care about that. You would have been just fine living out your days off your family’s remaining wealth, not having to worry about things like marriage or war. However, the older siblings and aunts and uncles you have left still remember the days of your family’s glory and power. They’re unwilling to let it go. Thus you will pay the price for their hubris—the price of being exchanged like a broodmare to the notoriously barbaric and callous Khal Taiju.
You stand under a tent that shields you from the desert heat with your uncle and a guard who speaks the Dothraki tongue. Before you, on a throne made of bones, sits your future husband. Potential future husband, that is.
Even sitting, he’s huge—far bigger and broader than any man you’ve seen in the city. There’s ink sewn beneath his skin in patterns that don’t belong to any of the religions you know. You’ve seen men sparring in training yards stripped down to their undertunics, but still never laid eyes on a man so bare besides in paintings. It’s impossible not to stare at the hard lines of his muscles and the way his chest and abs move with his breath.
His face is another story. His eyes are a wild golden color that shines beneath the shadows of his strong brow and nose—Hard, rough, and intimidating. He’s every bit of the terrifying warrior majesty you’ve overhead reports of. Simply being in his presence makes you want to grab your skirts and run as fast as you can in the other direction. However, he locks eyes with you and speaks in a deep, rumbling voice.
“Har zheanae sekke.”
You fear what will happen if you look away as you lean your ear to your guard waiting for a translation.
summary: the gods were sick and cruel and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.
genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part
warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui, no other warnings
notes: i enjoyed writing this one ajfdhuaisdfuhs it was a bit of a character study for dottore, i love being able to get into his head like this
