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.
I’ve been throwing this plot bunny around for awhile now but I don’t want to write it just yet (especially since I have SO MANY ALREADY). A combination of inspiration from Stranger Things, Elfen Lied, and the desire to write another Alpha/Omega, but with a twist. I’m not sure if I’ll write it, buuut, I figured I’d at least share the loose summary and see what y’all think.
Eggsy grew up in a government facility. He isn’t human, though he doesn’t know what he is. All he knows is that for as long as he can remember, he’s been experimented on. He has abilities unlike anything anyone has ever seen, and the government has been trying to understand them for a long time. Trying to duplicate and enhance them. They’ve been trying to breed him.
During a freak thunderstorm, Eggsy manages to escape the high security facility he’s being kept in and ends up in London. Exhausted and injured, he collapses in an alley.
That’s where an unsuspecting tailor by the name of Harry Hart discovers him. Harry, an older alpha with never settled down, and never had a desire to, closes up shop with plans of going home and doing some light reading before bed. But as he’s leaving, he discovers a body. Little does he know it’s an omega, or that this particular omega holding extraordinary powers.
Harry brings him home and nurses Eggsy back to health. At first Eggsy is apprehensive, but soon they grow closer, eventually opening up to one another. Harry discovers a desire building in him, one he never felt for any other omega, beta, or even alpha, and Eggsy starts to see Harry as his mate.
But as they begin to explore their relationship, Eggsy is discovered by the government. He and Harry try to run, but no matter where they go, they’re always caught. The only option will be to fight.
(XD OH god, I don’t know how to do Victorian farmers... so uh, I’ll try? XD I don’t know if they’re necessarily Victorian.)Eggsy had been trying to get Harry’s attention for months, maybe longer, but the Alpha was more interested in tending his crop than fucking the very willing omega at his disposal. Tired of playing second fiddle to a field of beets, Eggsy dug up one of the root vegetables, mucking his cotton trousers and hands, and hurled it at Harry’s head--it hit with surprising force. “Oi! Do y’ want to fuck or not?” Eggsy demanded, hands on his hips, sweet scent overpowering the stench of manure and dirt.
Pt1 O!Eggsy is traditional. He values his V, wants to be the stay at home mom with >10 kids conceived after wedlock, working from home with A+ homely skills+handy. He craves an alpha that can care/provide/overpower him. People shame him for these.
Pt2 But he is not weak, he is strong (mind, will, body). He wants to be owned but treated equally only by THE alpha. He is a peacock always. But no such alpha. He works, becomes influential & affluent with the same craving. Then, he meets Harry.
Pt3 Harry is a few years older but is a dark alpha with a dark past who only his look is nonthreatening -no silver spoon. They are attracted with each other but Eggsy won't compromise himself or his future kids. The sparks fly. Eggsy is steadfast in
Pt4 his celibacy, unyielding. Proving a real challenge for Harry. Harry vow to get Eggsy, pretending he changes gradually with each meet till Eggsy truly falls for him and they marry. Harry gives everything Eggsy craves without realising he is doing
Pt5 it. Eggsy gives his everything to Harry. Then, Harry breaks his heart when Eggsy finds out Harry slips him contraceptive pills, the thing that meant everything especially since he is no longer in his prime twenties. It breaks Eggsy so faces Harry.
I feel like there was more I didn’t get, but I like this so far~
So, last night while I was trying to write an entirely different fic, I got to thinking about a/b/o dynamics and now all I want is for someone to give me an a/b/o kingsman verse PLEASE. Give me an incredibly sweet smelling Eggsy Unwin who sends the normally so composed, Alpha agents of Kingsman into tailspin when they catch a whiff. Eggsy who’s the first Omega they’ve had in their ranks in a while and who milks that for all it’s worth. Eggsy using his scent to his advantage, waiting until an Alpha is practically drooling before making his ask. Letting the other candidates underestimate him.
Alpha!Roxy? She’s the first Alpha Eggsy trusts his heat with at Kingsman, knows she would never take advantage. She strokes his sweaty hair and comforts him with her scent. Keeps the others away with bared teeth and flashing red eyes while cooing at Eggsy that everything’s gonna be alright. He thanks her later by eating her out like a champ, rubbing his nose against her clit while his tongue delves inside her until he has her screaming.
Alpha!Merlin who can never get any work done when he's got Eggsy sitting in his lap, rolling his hips against the tech’s thigh in an oh so tantalizing way. Merlin finally gets fed up with trying to get anything done and hoist Eggsy up onto his desk so he can slide his fingers into the boy’s slick heat. Eggsy keens in victory, hands scrabbling at Merlin’s shoulders for purchase because he knows, it’s gonna be a rough one. Merlin alternating between spanking his warm taint and scissoring him open. Eggsy loves it when Merlin fucks him, all that composure stripped away and a growling Alpha left behind.
And who can forget Alpha!Harry who spends his off days with his head buried in between Eggsy’s soft thighs, tongue lapping at the boy’s sweet taint. Harry who treasures the sweet tang of Eggsy's omega slick, reluctant to share it with anyone else even though he knows Omegas are highly sexual beings and Eggsy has a small Alpha harem to sate his appetite. Still, Harry takes pride in how well he takes Eggsy apart, how quickly he can drive the boy from cheeky asshole to a whining, keening, sweaty mess begging for Harry’s cock. Those days he loves.
And when his pet Alphas go into into a rut? Eggsy takes care of each and every one of them, letting them push and pull his body until they're satisfied and drunk off his pheromones. He lets them feed him sweets and kisses their fingers.
I’m just really into this idea, you guys. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately.
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.
