(Modern Day) Khal Drogo x Reader...

IMAGINE….being new to town and your first impression of Drogo, “Khal”/President of the local motorcycle club known as the Dothraki.

((I may have….got too into this…I’m not sorry haha))

y/f/s – your favorite soda/pop/they’re called something different in England aren’t they? Or am I thinking of somewhere else?

 y/l/n - your last name

You were filling up the gas tank to your vehicle when the unmistakable rumble of motorcycles could be heard coming down the street. Lifting your hand to shade your eyes, you looked left and right and then left again just in time to see two dozen, if not more, bikes of different makes and models come speeding around the corner. Your breath caught, your eyes lighting up with curiosity, when you realized they were coming to the gas station, but your gaze was on the man in the front of the progression.

He was wearing leather from head to toe. His boots, his pants, and the sleeveless vest…all leather. He had bracelets on his wrists that you immediately wanted to know the use/story of. You had always liked long hair, and his was pulled up into a “man bun.” His legs were long and the tightness of the leather jeans showered the power in them. He was just…a very attractive and muscular man.

As the mc progression came to a stop, you quickly averted your gaze and tried to hide your blush as you finished pumping and put the nozzle back. You screwed the cap back on and closed the little “hood” to the gas tank before grabbing your bag from off the passenger seat and heading inside to pay.

There were two people already in line to pay so you moved to the back of the small room and grabbed a bottle of y/f/s and a candy bar before moving toward the cash register.

The girl behind the counter was a teenager, probably about sixteen, and seemed to find her nails were interesting than the money behind handed to her. She handled the transaction with the two people in front of you – an elderly man and a woman in her late thirties or early forties – all the while loudly, and obnoxiously, popping a piece of chewing gum.

Finally, it was your turn and you stepped up to the counter handing over a twenty and telling the girl which pump you had used. It wasn’t until you had finished speaking that you realized she wasn’t paying any attention. Huffing in annoyance, you turned your head to see what she was looking at just in time to see the biker man you had been checking out minutes earlier open the door and step inside under the soft jingle of the bell on top of the door.

“Hey Drogo,” the teen smirked and popped the gum once more. “We have those smokes you like,” she pointed out, sounding proud of herself.

Drogo was staring at you, a raised brow of curiosity on his face, as he replied to the teen with only a fleeting look and a, “Good. I’ll come in and get some once your brother comes in.”

The girl seemed to deflate some, a scowl pulling onto her face. “I can sell them to you,”

“You’re seventeen, last time I checked, girl. I’m not getting anyone in trouble.” The biker chuckled and you felt your stomach flutter. It was deep and low and so hot. “And who are you?” he was talking to you now, and you barely managed to find a voice.

“Y/n…my name is Y/n…Y/l/n. I’m new to town.” You tore your gaze away and once more handed the money to the teen and told her which pump you had used.

This time she did the transaction and then turned away, grabbing her cell from off the counter behind her.

“Y/n Y/ln. I’ll have to keep an eye out for you.” Drogo murmured, stepping closer to you as you went to move for the door.

You nodded, swallowing was difficult, “Alright. You do that.” And you practically ran for the exit.

His chuckle was the last thing you heard from him.

Drogo x Female Reader

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Imagine owning a small bakery which is overrun by the Mafia resulting in the leader, Drogo, becoming infatuated with you.

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\ Request from anonymous /

Khal Drogo x Reader Modern au? Like he’s a UFC fighter or a mafia leader and reader is our fem Cinnabon bakery owner or student.

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I want you (2) ~Khal Drogo

Allright, the smutty part is going to be starting soon. Be prepared my dears.

Especially you @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure :D

Warnings: Smut, Long, Cute.

Originally posted by klaroline-westeros

He took you with him, to his tent

His hand was big compared to your smaller ones, the grip was strong and tight but not too tight. “fin hash yer elat tat tat tat anna?” What was he going to do to you? It was straight forward what you thought and it was probably what he was going to do. Drogo turned around. His dark eyes piercing into yours. He pulled you roughly closer and tore away a part of your dress. A slight growl escaping his mouth.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think about Dany's anti-slavery policy, priding herself on being a liberator, while also proudly waving the Blood of Old Valyria flag, worshipping her Valyrian roots and bonding with Dothraki? Dothraki have enslaved many in their path and Valyrians were big-time slavers themselves, having enslaved Ghiscari and then expanded their empire to Essos, stocking their mines with slaves along the way (as per TWOIAF).

Hello anon,

While your question was clearly meant as hate-snark, I’m going to answer anyway. These mischaracterization have been making the rounds of late and I would like to address these claims and clarify what the text actually says.

Like those who are decadents of the First Men and the Andals, Daenerys is descendant of a conquering genocidal culture. As the First Men massacred most of the Children of the Forrest when the invaded Westeros and the Andals tried to do the same to the First Men when they invaded Westeros, the Valyrians subjugate those that they conquered and killed as well. Now, I won’t defend the actions of any of these races, they were wrong, but our current heroes are no more responsible for what their ancestor did than you or I are responsible for what our ancestor did.

Having said that, the Valyrians were a particular nasty group of people and I want Dany to eventually learn and understand this and to refute that part of her heritage. However, while Dany is proud of her Valyrian heritage, many of her actions have been in complete opposition to what the Valyrians did and stood for.

There is a particular under-analyze element of Dany’s slave revolution and I’ve noted it here and there but I’ve never fully addressed it and it is the symbolism of the dragon. In the time when the Valyrians ruled, the dragon was a symbol of oppression, of subjugation, or cruelty. It was the mean by which the Valyrians were able to conquer whole swaths of Essos, to overpower their opponents and to bend them to their will. Now let’s fast forward to four hundred years after the Fall of Valyria, once again there is a Valyrian in Essos with dragons. But there is a twist to this story, this descendant of Valyria is using her dragons to free people, to give them their lives back, to undo what her ancestors created. Where once the dragon was a symbol of fear and terror, now it was a symbol of hope. Where the Valyrians were once the Masters, this Valyrian is a Mother, giving her children life. A life that had been taken from them. The astounding irony of this has been completely lost on most fans.

It is interesting to note that Dany isn’t the only Targaryen to fight the slave culture of the Valyrians. Her great (in both distance and importance) ancestor Aegon the Conqueror used his dragon to fight the expansion of Volantis when they invaded the Free Cities of Essos.

From the World of Ice and Fire:

Volantis, the mightiest of the Free Cities, quickly laid claim to Valyria’s mantle. Men and women of noble Valyrian blood, though not dragonlords, called for war upon the other cities. The tigers, as those who advocated conquest came to be known, led Volantis into a great conflict with the other Free Cities. They had great success at first, their fleets and armies controlling Lys and Myr and commanding the southern reaches of the Rhoyne. It was only when they overreached and attempted to seize Tyrosh, as well, that their burgeoning empire collapsed.

Unnerved by the Volantene aggression, Pentos joined the Tyroshi in resistance, Myr and Lys rebelled, and the Sealord of Braavos provided a fleet of a hundred ships to aid Lys. Also, the Westerosi Storm King, Argilac the Arrogant, led a host into the Disputed Lands—in return for the promise of gold and glory—that defeated a Volantene host attempting to retake Myr.

In the wake of all the conflicts, and the struggles that continue to this day over the Disputed Lands, the plague of the Free Companies was born and took root. At first, these bands of sellswords merely fought for whoever paid them. But there are those who say that, whenever peace threatened, the captains of these Free Companies acted to instigate new wars to sustain themselves, and so grew fat on the spoils.

Near the end, even the future Conqueror, the still-young Aegon Targaryen, became involved in the struggle. His ancestors had long looked east, but his attention from an early age had been turned westward. Still, when Pentos and Tyrosh approached him, inviting him to join a grand alliance against Volantis, he listened. And for reasons unknown to this day, he chose to heed their call…to a point. Mounting the Black Dread, it is said that he flew to the east, meeting with the Prince of Pentos and the magisters of the Free City, and from there flew Balerion to Lys in time to set ablaze a Volantene fleet that was preparing to invade that Free City.

I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. And while Dany is proud of her Valyrians heritage, she certainly doesn’t warship it, not when she’s destroying what they created. What Dany is truly proud of is her Targaryen heritage. This is understandable given that her family legacy is all she has left of her family. She’s the last known member of her House, being proud of where she came from gives her a sense of belonging.

Which now leads me to how Dany came to embrace the Dothraki culture of her husband Drogo. As we know throughout her childhood Dany was powerless and oppressed by her brother. She was his pawn and subject to his whims. But when she married into the Dothraki culture she learned to find her inner strength. To assert herself and to demand that other respect her to acknowledge her personhood.

And this is incredibly important to Dany’s development. A part of her will forever be grateful to the for allowing her to gain that strength. Yet, we have seen sense AGOT that Dany is willing to defy. The Dothraki and their practices. We saw it when she began to grab the Lazareen women and take them as her own to protect them, as best she could, from being raped or worse. This of course was an inadequate way of saving these women, but at the time she was using the tools she had. But what I want to look at is the sort of conduct that Dany as a leader has allowed her Dothraki to partake in.

First, let’s look at how Dany address her newly formed khalasar.

A Game of Thrones, Daenerys X

“You will be my khalasar,” she told them. “I see the faces of slaves. I free you. Take off your collars. Go if you wish, no one shall harm you. If you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters, husbands and wives.” The black eyes watched her, wary, expressionless. “I see the children, women, the wrinkled faces of the aged. I was a child yesterday. Today I am a woman. Tomorrow I will be old. To each of you I say, give me your hands and your hearts, and there will always be a place for you.”

Here is where Dany frees slaves for the first time and realizes that people should be free to chose who they follow. From the Red Waste, to Qarth to Slaver’s Bay the Dothraki who followed her did not engage in rape and they did not grab random people to enslave. They followed Dany’s orders to the letter. When we get to Meereen we learn that there are dire consequences for those who break the orders of the Mother of Dragons.

From A Storm of Swords - Daenerys VI

Meereen had been sacked savagely, as new-fallen cities always were, but Dany was determined that should end now that the city was hers. She had decreed that murderers were to be hanged, that looters were to lose a hand, and rapists their manhood. Eight killers swung from the walls, and the Unsullied had filled a bushel basket with bloody hands and soft red worms, but Meereen was calm again. But for how long?

She clearly will punish those who break her rules and laws and will not just turn a blind eye to lawlessness. Which is more than can be said of most Westerosi lords because while the Dothraki are uncivilized savages, the Westerosi are civilized ones.

Dany has her flaws and there are still many things she needs to learn but if you want to have an honest debate about her character I suggest you do it by not mischaracterizing her character and misrepresenting the text.

TTFN

The New Khaleesi

Request: Hello! May I please make a request where Khal Drogo threatens to kill a man who flirts with Y/N? With extra steam and possessiveness? I’d greatly appreciate it if you’d find time to do this 💞

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 You came from Volantis. And somehow ended up on Drogo’s Khalasar. Most of the Dothraki women don’t like you, you have no idea why. After four years living with the Khalasar, you still don’t know their language very well.

 Drogo used to scare the hell out of you, but now, you notice that he always looks at you. Keeps staring for too long, with kind eyes. Kindness isn’t something you’d expect from him.

 Now you stand close to his tent, waiting for him to talk with the Khalasar. You don’t know exactly what’s happening, but it seems that no one knows. The only words you could understand were ‘wait’ and 'important’. So you all should wait here because whatever the Khal wants to say it is important.

 Someone bumps into you violently, and you mutter apologies. But the man stands before you, looking down with hungry eyes. You can’t understand what he’s saying, but you do understand the word 'mine’, which he says very often. There’s a lot of eyes on you now, but no one comes to help. Breathing heavily, you try to pull away from him, but he grabs your arm, dragging you with him. The smile on his face scares you, and you know exactly what we’ll do.

 Then a scream makes the man lose his grip, letting you fall to the ground. You raise your head to see that the scream belongs to Drogo, who came out of his huge tent. Again, you can’t understand what they’re talking about. But it’s clear that they’re arguing.

 A young woman with dark skin helps you to your feet. “Are you hurt?”

 “You speak the common tongue?” You sound desperate, holding her arms to keep your balance.

 “Yes. The Khal bought me to teach him the common tongue.”

 “Why?”

 “(Y/N), the Khal is about to kill that man, only you can stop him!”

 “What are they saying?” You observe the fight that’s about to begin.

 “She will be mine and you can’t touch her, Drogo said.” The woman stands beside you, protectively. “No one touches Khaleesi.”

 “Khaleesi? What is it about?” Drogo easily kills that man, ripping his head off with bare hands. “Explain to me!”

 Drogo walks to up, looking down like the other man did, but his eyes are different. Kind, as always. You try to say something, but he won’t understand.

 “You are fine?” He says and you stutter something between your teeth. You feel eyes on your back and points at his tent, your hand shaking.

 Once you’re inside, you find a wooden chair and sit down, your heart beating fast. Drogo kneels before you, gesturing for the woman to leave.

 “You killed him. Why?”

 He looks at you, a little confused. “No one touch Khaleesi.”

 “I’m not a Khaleesi, Drogo, I’m not even Dothraki. I came from Volantis four years ago.” You speak slowly, hoping he’d understand you.

 “I do not care. Dothraki now.”

 “Why are you learning the common tongue?”

 “Slave teach me talk to you.” Drogo takes your hand and leads you to the other side of his tent, showing you a golden belt. It’s thin, perfect for you. “Gift for you.”

 “Thank you. Would you teach me Dothraki?”

 “Yes.”

 “Now, explain to me what’s the meaning of this.”

 He stares at you, trying to bring sense to your words.

 “Why you killed the man? Because he was hurting me?”

 “I want you Khaleesi.”

 “Wha-what are trying to say?” You stutter, raising your head a little so you can look into his eyes.

 “You my Khaleesi.”

 “Your…?”

 “My Khaleesi now.” He interrupts you, a shine is his beautiful eyes.

 You smile, impressed by his words, his kindness. “Yes.” Whispering, you slowly takes his hands on yours, finally feeling his warm skin against yours.


A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language.

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I know that she spent her childhood in exile, impoverished, living on dreams and schemes, running from one city to the next, always fearful, never safe, friendless but for a brother who was by all accounts half-mad…a brother who
sold her maidenhood to the Dothraki for the promise of an army. I know that somewhere upon the grass, her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandalled feet. 🔥🖤