There are some who have a true love, a soulmate, one person in all the world that is theirs and theirs alone. These special few can be identified because they are always Alphas and Omegas.
They aren’t born to be one or the other. Once a youth presents as an Alpha or Omega, they may switch to be the other and back again, for whichever of the pair is stronger and more able to act as the protector, they will be the Alpha of the pair, regardless of gender, and the other will be the Omega, the one to be protected as they bear young. These genders would only stablise once the pair mated, locking each into their role.
Arthur presents as an Omega in his teens. This isn’t unusual. People often present as one gender or another at first, depending on whether their soulmate is older or younger. For Arthur to be an Omega when he’s already training to be a knight, he assumes his soulmate must be older than him. He trains hard, and soon enough he is Camelot’s strongest warrior, and yet is still an Omega. His father is disappointed in him and his failure. Uther was an Alpha after all, and he couldn’t stand the shame of his warrior prince son being nothing more than an Omega.
Arthur himself, he trained and studied and worked so hard, and he just couldn’t understand how there could be someone out there who was powerful enough to protect him in a way he couldn’t protect them.
You just got to let me try (to give you what you want) - Part 1 of ?
So this is all @insanereddragon ‘s fault. And I am sure she will gladly take the blame.
This morning we got into talking about what if there was a Hartwin fic where the both of them were omegas and then we got into talking about their good alpha friend Merlin helping them out with some aspects of their heats and it somehow turned into me starting a new fic about ace alpha Merlin and how he came to be in a relationship with both Harry and Eggsy. Yes you read that right. Ace Alpha Merlin, because I can and if someone wants to give me shit about it, be my guest :D
So yeah, this is my first abo fic (like I have talked about it with peeps before but never wrote anything publishable) and hopefully I will do the idea justice.
Since I am not aware of anyone stance on abo I won’t be tagging anyone this time (except @dianyx I am sure she’ll want the tag) but do tell me if you want to be tagged in the next parts :)
You just got to let me try (to give you what you want) - Part 1
It’s entirely by chance that Merlin is the one greeting Galahad at HQ after the agent has miraculously turned up from a mission that had gone so tits up Arthur had been seconds away from toasting him.
Galahad can barely stands, but whether it’s because of exhaustion or injuries is made unclear by the ruined state of his suit. Not that it matters. His first stop will be the infirmary no matter what, even if Merlin has to drag his sorry arse there himself.
It’s a testament to how bad the mission has been when Galahad doesn’t protest and that the man usually so guarded all but sags against him when Merlin steps closer in a silent offer to take some of his weight.
They’re both on friendly terms, but they’re not exactly friends either. Merlin is always busy and if he enjoys the agent’s company, Galahad keeps his distances more often than not.
Not that Merlin blame him. He might be a handler, but no matter his unusual choice of profession, he’s still an alpha. Merlin would be wary of himself too if he as a beta having to constantly deal with the alpha Knights’ bullshit posturing.
But wary or not, Galahad must trust him somehow to allow him to guide him through the corridors when he’s so weak. The man might only be a beta, but he’s first and foremost a spy. He didn’t survive three years in the field without developing some healthy paranoid survival instincts.
It’s a bit distracting how Galahad seems to be unconsciously nuzzling against his throat as they walk. He’s not used to someone being close enough to him and even less so to any kind of stimulation to his scent glands, tough unlike most other alphas Merlin knows, it’s doesn’t make his stomach boils with want. Truth be told, not much has that kind of effect on him besides his rut and even then, he is much more annoyed at all the time he’s losing over a stupid biologic imperative whenever he’s caught in one.
He’s always been told it’s only because he hasn’t met the right omega yet, but the thought of knotting anyone always makes him gag. That and any other sexual act really.
For a second, he thinks his musings made him hallucinate the sweet smell of an omega, but another discreet sniff of the air makes him realise it’s coming from the man pressed up against him. He is slow to understand all the implications of his discovery, but once he does, his sudden epiphany has him stopped dead in his tracks.
Galahad doesn’t seem to notice, just uses the opportunity to press his nose right where a mate would usually bite down to bond with him.
“Galahad.” He tries a couple of times to get his attention, but he seems to be sleeping while standing up for all intents and purposes. “Harry!”
Either the use of the unexpected use of his first name, Merlin’s sharp tone or the change in his smell from comforting to something akin to panic shakes Galahad out of whatever spell had fallen on him. For a moment, he only blinks lazily at Merlin, as if waking up from a profound sleep.
Then their position and what he’s unwillingly revealed must register, because Merlin can see horror bleeding into his eyes.
Before he can make a run for it, which he really isn’t in any shape for, Merlin takes a step back, makes sur his hands are well within Galahad’s line of sight and bares his neck in an obvious sign of submission. His actions are shocking enough that Galahad freezes in his spot, which is exactly what Merlin had wanted.
“Harry, do you have blockers anywhere close?”
The other man frowns in puzzlement, but he still answers. “In my locker, at the gym.”
Merlin lets himself relax a bit. Getting there without running into anyone should be feasible and will allow Galahad to take a shower while the blockers start taking effect and mask his true scent. And if Galahad changes into his spare clothes, it’ll only help in making him smell like the beta he’s pretending to be until he can get home.
He would prefer to take him to the infirmary without the detour of course, but he knows that even after three years of exemplary service, the second Arthur finds out there is an omega Knight amongst their ranks, the old bigoted bastard will throw a fit and strip Galahad of his title before kicking him to the curb.
“Good, let’s go.”
Galahad’s confusion is nearly palpable now, but he doesn’t need to be told twice before following him to the gym. Merlin makes sure to stay at a good distance from him, to not let him feel crowded and their progress is made slower than he’d prefer for it, but he won’t make the other man more uncomfortable than he already must be when it’s not an absolute necessity.
Harry makes a bee-line for his locker as soon as they make it to their destination while Merlin stays by the door to make sure no one gets in.
“Take a shower and change. We could probably chalk it off to you coming too close to an omega during your mission, but I’d rather not take that chance.“
About fifteen minutes later, they’re on their way again, the hint of honey in Galahad’s scent only perceptible to Merlin because he now knows it is there to be smelled. They walk in silence again, but this time, it is awkward instead of the comfortable camaraderie it had been before.
He would like to pretend it doesn’t affect him, but he always make it a point not to lie to himself. Losing the strings of friendship he had with Galahad hurts and only serve as a reminder to just how lonely he truly is at Kingsman.
Your Merlin/Eggsy fics are the best! Could you please write Alpha!Merlin having to take his Omega!Eggsy somewhere private every day to feed his greedy holes, cause Eggsy just can't go on for the whole day without Merlin's cock? <3
“Calm down,” Merlin drawls, collected as can be even as he grips one of Eggsy’s ass cheeks with one big hand and lets his cock tap against the Agent’s gaping hole with the other.
Eggsy is groaning, the small of his back dipping in a bit more as he juts his ass out, his movements royally hindered by the fact that he’s still wearing his suit trousers. Merlin had merely pulled them past his plush cheeks, effectively hobbling the Omega that was biting his hand in order not to spit abuse at the Alpha to give him that big, juicy cock already.
Merlin’s eyes are trained on his prize, the thumb that had been absent mindedly stroking Eggsy’s ass, slipping into the crack to push into the slick hole and drag the puffy rim open. At this point, Eggsy was in a permanent low-grade heat, fuelled by the creamy Alpha cum he seemed to coax out of Merlin every opportunity he got.
“You are a menace,” Merlin rasps, staring at the gaping, little mouth, then fucking Eggsy with his thumb just to be an asshole while he jerks off and listens to the Omega keen into the sleeve of his jacket.
“I can’t always be there to hook you up. What to do with you. What. To. Do.”
He hums in contemplation as he pulls his thumb out and affectionately squeezes Eggsy’s ass before he finally starts feeding him the swollen head of his cock, albeit at an excrutiating pace that has Eggsy sobbing with how good it feels and how horribly slow it goes.
“Maybe I ought to let the others help, too,” Merlin whispers and leans forward - crowds the little, fiery Omega against the wall of the closet they snuck into, his hips starting up a slow, liquid rhythm. “You could be an examplary team-exercise.”
His big hand reached around, curling around the Agent’s cock and a little smile twitches around his mouth as Eggsy whimpers and tilts his head to the side - baring the delectable stretch of his throat; submitting to his Alpha’s wishes like the sweetest, little Omega.
Eggsy never submits. Only, he apparently did - if it promised him cock after cock filling his hungry holes and scratching that itch that seemed to have taken place permanently beneath his skin.
Merlin thinks he has had a part in the corruption of this particular, little Omega - and didn’t feel guilty at all.
Wolves prefer psychological warfare to physical confrontations, meaning that high-ranking status is based more on personality or attitude than on size or physical strength.
Reading up on wolf pack dynamics for the sake of omegaverse research. This right here is why I insist that Merlin be an alpha. Fuck this omega!Merlin bullshit. He may be scrawny, but he submits to no one. (x)
