#you can be a married single mother if your husband isn't pulling his weight

[bohemian-nights]

It’s really odd how people are willing to acknowledge that Targaryen mothers have complicated relationships with their children because of the own trauma they were faced to endure but aren’t able to do the same when it comes to Alicent Hightower. People always excuse Visenya by saying “Maegor was her son” but the same doesn’t apply for Alicent.

They straight up hate Alicent past the point of reason (yes I know I don't like Rhaenyra, but I’m not obligated to like racists so y’all can suck it🤷🏽‍♀️.

She’s a pretty sympathetic and relatable character(put yourself in her shoes and tell me you wouldn't do the same), and she’s not a bad mom in that way. She's given a crappy hand and tries to make the most of it.

In the show, she’s a kid herself when she has Aegon, and in the books(as well as the show)she’s married to a man who places their children second to his eldest daughter, but because she’s not wearing a blonde wig and spouting out Obey me peasants or I shall rain down upon thee fire and blood🔥🐉 they won’t even try to see things from her perspective.

She's essentially a single mom(and a single teen mom in the show), but that gets lost in the sauce.

[nuoyipeach]

My Alpha

Kang Seulgi X Lee Taeyong

warnings: none really

tags: @seulyongggi @gerardeveryway @gomseulgiii @innssanityyy

so this is actually one of my first oneshots from like 2018 lol, I was going thru my wattpad & figured it deserves a revised version (different pairing as well hahah), hope you guys enjoy it♡

Just as I woke up, memories of yesterday flashed by my eyes, and I remembered. I am no longer the young Luna Seulgi. I am no longer the only daughter of the Alpha from Kang Pack. And, I am no longer single.

I slowly opened my eyes, and saw silk, heaving up and down, and knew instantly who's chest this was. I thought about doing something to see how he feels about this marriage.

Yes, this was an arranged marriage, between me, the young Luna of Kang Pack, and him, the Alpha of the Lee Pack, the strongest there is. But it isn't entirely arranged. Mine was under risk of threat from their Pack, and so I suggested to my parents to marry me to him, to keep my family safe. Of course my parents were reluctant about it, but here I am, the morning after my wedding to the strongest Alpha there was, Lee Taeyong. He accepted obviously, but I was still curious as to how he really feels.

I stared as his chest heaved up and down, and thought about what to do. Slowly, I snaked my hand around him, and snuggled into his chest. He is my husband now, so why not? Suddenly, I felt his arm go around me, hugging me tight to his body. The corner of my lips twitched, but then, his next move caught me off guard.

His head is suddenly in the crook of my neck, and I freeze feeling his teeth on my skin. He was still pulling me closer, cuddling I assume, but I was confused what he's trying to do. A few moments in, he's now on top of me, and I now can tell what he's doing.

Taeyong laid on top of her, biting into her neck in different spots. She squirmed under his weight, but being the patient young lady she was, did not think to push him away.

He's my husband now, so I shouldn't mind.

She felt a sudden pierce in her neck, and groaned in pain, grabbing his arms tight. Finally he looked up at her.

He stared at me with such frightful eyes, so I kept still. "Taeyong..." I tried to call him softly.

"You have no right to call me that." he growled. "To you, I must be called Your Majesty. Understood?"

I of course nodded. I've heard stories of this Alpha, and he was not one to be unpleased. I've heard how many have died, or how many were tortured. So all I have to do is comply with him.

"And remember, no matter what I do, I will never love you."

My heart broke into pieces? No. I knew this would come. But I couldn't care less. I did this to keep my family safe, and that has happened.

And besides, I have seen my parents. Their's was a completely arranged marriage, to the point where they only saw each other's faces on the day of their wedding for the first time. Yet after few months, and until now, they cherish each other whole heartedly. My mother always told me how they even slept in different rooms at first, and now they can never think of having different beds.

So I nodded, and could see the slight shock in his eyes.

>>> 

Seulgi walked around the Palace garden, observing the nature around her. She was not sad, at all. She enjoyed her life as it was. Her maiden had told her in secret that after she came along, the Pack became much calmer than before, and she was happy to have made a change for them.

"Would you like me to take some flowers for your room Your Highness?" my maiden asked as I touched a rose. I smiled back and shook my head.

"They are beautiful as they are. There is no need to do so. If I want to see them, I'll come outside."

She looked at me with an unreadable expression, but I didn't bother. We returned to the Palace, met by the running around of the other servants. The Palace was always busy, but never this chaotic, so I stopped a man to asked what was happening.

"Your Highness, the Alpha is angered. His mistress was seen with another man, and it has been known that they are marrying today. The Alpha is furious, close to destroying the Kingdom."

Was I surprised? No. I knew about his mistress, since before our marriage. Did I care? Not really. Until a certain point, I didn't bother. But right now, I need to find him. I ran up to our personal floor, and watched as servants flew out of the study room. I went closer, avoiding all the flying forms of wolves and human, until I found him, and a destroyed study.

Taeyong faced the back of the room, breathing heavily as he slowly switched forms again, back to human.

"Your Majesty."

"Leave Seulgi." he spat out. "Leave now before I kill you!"

I continued to get closer. "How can I? You may not like it, but you still are my husband. It is my duty to care for you." I held his shoulders from behind, and slowly enveloped him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Please calm down. We can resolve this somehow. Don't worry."

I could hear him huff. "Are you not hurt? I have a mistress, and you're going to help me resolve this?"

I nod my head, because that was the only truth.

"Leave Seulgi. Now!"

"Yes, your Majesty."

>>> 

"Your Highness, his Majesty had the mistress executed, and the man exiled." the servant told me while serving me tea.

But I honestly couldn't care less.

"Oh. Alright."

"Are you not perhaps happy?" he asked me.

"Happy? About what?" there was nothing for me to be happy or sad about. I did not know her, I did not care for her.

"Never mind. His Majesty would like you to come up to your bedroom." he said finally before taking the tray away.

I nodded and signaled him to leave. I closed my book and left the now fixed study and arrived at our room. As I entered I noticed how dark it was, unusual since it was noon. The curtains had all been left closed, and no candles were lit except two or three.

"Your Majesty," I called once seeing Taeyong on the bed, facing the other way, "you called."

"Get over here Seulgi, right now."

I stood in front of him, and he looked up at me, eyes as if full of fire. Suddenly, he grabbed my arms, and pulled me down on top of him, sat on his lap.

"I have killed her. Are you happy?"

"If you feel relieved, then I am."

"Are you happy I got rid of her? Speak for yourself!" he growled, his hold on my arms tightening.

"But, I have nothing to do with her, your Majesty. I have never seen her, and know nothing about her. What is she to me whether dead or alive?"

>>> 

I love to dance. Whenever I am bored, I find amusement in dancing. And since I have come here, I made sure the garden is completely mine, no one else, except Taeyong, is allowed to enter without me present. He granted me this wish easily, so now I can dance whenever I want.

I wore my favourite black dress, and danced away to my own music box. It was not a way of stress relief, I don't get stressed. It's just a hobby.

As she danced away, a figure appeared not too far from her, and approached the flowers. With anger built up in him, he starts ripping at the flowers, pulling and scratching off the petals and leaves. He growled and groaned, causing the young lady to turn to his direction.

It was Taeyong. And he was killing the flowers, and that was something I was against. But seeing him behave that way, I know I have to step in. So I did.

"Your Majesty?"

He stopped, heaving deep breaths. "Seulgi... Why did it have to come to this?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why did I not realise before, this was all a terrible mistake?"

He is drunk. I can tell.

"Your Majesty, let's retire for tonight. Come with me." I gently held his arm, careful of his reaction.

He didn't react, instead turning to me. His eyes were sorrowful, something I had never seen in an Alpha before. "Seulgi, if you were given the choice, would you love me, or hate me?"

"I would love you."

"Why? Why can you not just hate me?"

"Because I have no reason to. Why should I hate you?" he pulled his arm away from my hold.

"I have never shown you any affection. I kept my mistress even after marriage. I took you away from your family and Pack. Why would you still love me?"

"Because I still married you knowing all this. I knew you would not like me, I knew about your mistress, and I knew I would leave my Pack behind. And yet, here I am, as your wife." I smiled a little. His expression changed, and he grabbed my arms, pulling me closer to him. I held his as well, trying to keep balance. He suddenly hugged me, and I could feel my shoulder getting wet.

He's crying. Why, I don't understand. I simply hugged him back and stroked his hair, trying my best to soothe him. "Why are you crying, Your Majesty?"

"Don't call me that anymore Seulgi."

"Yes..." then, what do I call him?

"Yours. Call me yours. When someone asks who I am, I want to be known as yours. I want everyone to know that I belong to you. I am only your Alpha."

Am I happy? Of course. He's finally confessed, and I'm more than happy. I hugged him tighter, and left a soft kiss on his cheek, to which, I could feel, he froze.

"Taeyong, let's go back inside." I whispered to him.

"Can we sleep together?"

"Of course. We're married. We're supposed to sleep together."

"No Seulgi."

He pushed me out, holding my shoulders tight.

"Can we sleep, together?"

He was emphasising, and I finally understood what he meant.

Taeyong pushed her down to the bed, their kisses getting more rough and passionate. He tugged on the hem of her dress, hands sneaking up her bare skin and squeezing her body wherever he could, to which she moaned.

"Taeyong." he let go of her lips to look at her. "If you were to choose, would you love me, or hate me?"

"There is only one answer to that." he responded, the softest she had ever heard him speak. "I hate that I love you, because I love you so much it makes me weak... I wondered what type of Alpha that made me, my ego wouldn't let me accept it." he lowered his face again, their noses touching as he pressed his against hers. "But now I know, loving my mate makes me stronger."

He kissed her again, not leaving any space between their bodies, their clothes peeled off one at a time, pulling her closer until they became one.

>>> 

My maiden told me today that the Pack has never been so peaceful and happy before. I have achieved my life goal, to make the people around me happy, by doing anything possible. And I did. I married their Alpha, my Alpha, and made him happy, even myself.

Seulgi finished writing, when the pen was suddenly taken away from her. She looked behind her and smiled at the man, who had been watching her. He smiled back, and suddenly wrote at the bottom of the page, and she read as he wrote each word.

"Now, we will be happier than before, because I am carrying my Alpha's child."

Taeyong closed the diary, and pulled her out of her chair, one hand holding her waist, while the other carassed her big tummy. She threw her hands around his neck, and they smiled at each other.

"What am I Seulgi?"

"You are the leader of the Lee Pack." I teased, smiling as he scoffed.

"And..."

I love him so much, my smile meant so much more than fun, and I knew his did too.

"You are my Alpha."

>>> 

[unusual-raccoon]

What Happened at Storm’s End, continuation of my JaceLuke v. Lucemond fic idea

@greeksorceress

A/B/O obvs, Extremely Dubious Consent, Past Sexual Assault (not between JaceLuke), Past Noncon, Noncon to Dubcon, Married JaceLuke, Angst

———

To the bastard that sits upon the throne-

Lucerys feels his stomach turn.

“Luke?” His husband’s voice beckons, he lifts his gaze from creased parchment. A shiver arcs down his spine, he can hear the taunt of his uncle’s voice ooze through the fine scrawl of a prince’s practiced hand. A beggar prince, a prince who could not hurt them without his beloved Vhagar, a prince who could not hurt him-

“What happened at Storm’s End?”

He feels his eyes grow damp and his own jaw tense, teeth aching from the tension.

“My love,” the words leave his lips in a plea. He didn’t wish to speak of that night. To speak the words aloud would give that moment permanence, truth. It would make it real.

Guilt writhed in his stomach.

“I know I have never asked you of this," Jacaerys entreated, holding out a hand for Lucerys to anchor himself to, "but I am asking now."

Luke clung tight to his brother-husband's hand. Curls bobbing with a jerky nod.

He blows out a trembling breath, can feel the phantom claustrophobic press of a body atop his as his husband guided him to the wide expanse of his feather down topped bed.

The queen trembles at the soft sink of the bed beneath his weight. Jace's hand caresses the contour of his delicate jaw, fingers curled over his nape. His head lolls into the touch with a longing sigh. His circlet of silver and gold is tenderly plucked from atop his head and placed aside. Familiar fingers tease a few unruly curls behind the tender shell of Lucerys' ear.

He pulls Jace to join him upon the bed with a whine.

"Please," he begs and feels the mattress inevitably shift further beneath his Alpha's weight.

"Do you recall when we had flown to gather support for mother?"

"Mh," His brother hummed, "It was my idea."

Luke offered a small tense smile, fingers curled over Jacaerys' knee, giving it a squeeze.

"Mother had sent me to treat with Lord Borros," Lucerys adds, skin prickling sharp, he could still recall the cold cling of rain, the frigid kiss of steel against his throat-

"I recall. The man had nearly pledged to the Greens if you hadn't bartered to wed Joffrey to Floris."

Lucerys nodded.

"He did pledge to the Greens."

His brother's brow furrowed.

"Borros Baratheon had hosted our uncle, Aemond, for days prior to my arrival. See, Aemond had come with the promise of a marriage pact - between himself and one of Borros' Omegan daughters."

A hand settled atop his, familiar, warm - Jace. The tension gathering in his body began to melt. The look in his husband's eyes bade him to continue.

"After I had reminded Borros of his family's oath of obeisance to our mother, He - Aemond," Lucerys' throat tightened, his tongue itched, give me your eye, or I will take it, bastard, "Confronted me and demand I repay to him that which was owed - an eye."

Jace's jaw tenses, fingers framed over the delicate span of Lucerys' knuckles flex.

"And then?"

"Storm's End isn't named for its clear skies, love. When the rain came down Arrax refused to fly, and Aemond refused to leave."

If he closed his eyes, he could hear the howl of the wind in the castle's drafty halls.

"As an envoy, I was accommodated for a single night until the weather eased."

Jace smoothed a palm over his knuckles, a steady back and forth that kept him tethered.

"I could scarcely find sleep in the storm," Luke recalled the listless way he tangled himself in unfamiliar sheets. Merely a gnat in a spider's web. Prey to be consumed.

Long before they had understood the love they bore for one another, Lucerys had found comfort in his elder brother's arms during inclement weather; and as he had grown, he found comfort in Jacaerys' arms, in his bed, regardless of the weather. The straight bridge of Jace's nose pressed against his temple. As always, they were of a like mind.

"What little sleep there was to be had was fitful, broken with every clap of thunder and when I woke - he was there."

When his brother's nostrils flared and his mouth opened to speak, Lucerys raised a hand to halt him. Jace's throat bobbed as he swallowed heavily, lips pale, their fingers laced together tightly.

Lucerys struggled to find the words, throat stinging.

"I would not give what he wanted - I did not give him my eye."

I wish I had, he thought just as his own tears began to fall. Lucerys hissed, scrubbing at his damp cheeks with silk sleeves.

"He held me at the point of a knife," Lucerys admitted, voice thick.

For a time, a snide voice in his head taunted. The memory of a hand about his throat, teeth upon his ear, possessive fingers pressing bruises into his pale skin all seemed branded into his flesh. Ten years in the aftermath and he felt tarnished yet.

"I- Jacaerys, I agreed to the ordeal, but I did not desire it. My love, you must know-"

He is wrapped in his brother's arms, feels the tremble of his chest, face hidden agains the warm crook of his Alpha's neck.

"I know, Gods, Luke - I know. Forgive me, forgive me. If I hadn't demanded we bear those letters-"

"Hush," Luke hissed, weeping openly, clamoring into his husband's lap, "hush, you fool."

Their dark heads pressed together, the coy flick of his upturned nose bumped against Jace's.

"The fault could never be yours. Do you hear me?"

They remained locked in each other's embrace. A hand soothing up and down his back suddenly paused. Jace's head lifted from its resting place against the faint swell of Lucerys' bosom.

"You were not a maiden when we were wed..."

Lucerys licked his own fattened lower lip, swollen from his habit of gnawing upon it his fraught state.

"I never hid that from you," Luke added, fingers shaking cold.

"I had always assumed you and Rhaena had - gods," Jacaerys paled as the truth dawned upon him, though his body still burned hot as dragonfire beneath Lucerys' body, "He was your first."

"Jace-"

The following words from his brother-husband's lips cut more deeply than Valyrian steel.

"Our girls?" Jace croaks, eyes wet, struggling to tamp down emotion, to be the monarch the realm had required him to be since he was six and ten.

"Cregan is with them, no doubt-"

"Luke," Jace sighs, and Lucerys is reminded of overheard whispers in corridors between their mother...and their father.

"You have said it yourself, they are ours, Jacaerys, they are yours-"

His husband's arm cinch around the small of his waist tighter, holds them flush, Lucerys feels the hurt bleed from him.

"They are mine regardless, they are mine," Jace agrees, his words a mantra and it washes over Luke's skin like relief, love stings so full in his chest, "They are mine as you are mine."

"They are yours," Luke swears, again and again.

"My queen," the words are pressed to Lucerys' neck, "my wife."

He clings to the breadth of his brother's back. Throat bared for his Alpha.

"Yours," Luke pants, lacquered nails anchored into beaded and brocaded long coat.

With frantic hands they wrestled away the fine fabrics and jewels of one another's clothing with a maddened desperation. There was a freedom in the way they yearned for one another in light of all that was told.

Ignorant to the parchment that tore in their fervor...

Let their uncle come if he dared, to crawl upon their shores like a common cutthroat. He was without wealth, without a dragon, and should he dare to threaten Lucerys' family - he would be without his life as well, of that, the queen was certain.