What about a civilization AU where Greg is a king or an emperor of sorts and is actively looking for an Omega to make his queen? But of course, as this has to do with fatlock, the larger the Omega the better.
This has a bit more Moran/Mycroft, but I promise there will be more Mystrade later on.
It was a slightly warm day out in the courtyard, and though normally, it would be an odd sight that it was completely barren, most people were busy inside, prepping the royal Omega for a trip that had such great importance to their nation, if based solely on the prospect of a joint arrangement of their nation to the more powerful, (in terms of armies at least) nation of Emperor Lestrade's.
But for Mycroft, it seemed tedious, and frankly he was nervous. For the longest time, he had pushed out the thoughts of settling down with an Alpha, especially when he was much younger. In his younger days, he heard countless stories of Alphas degrading Omegas, and the constant depravity that Omegas had to endure due to an Alpha's headstrong and brutish nature, but as time did progress, as did the rights of Omegas, and besides, of course the prospect of progressive Alphas existing was always a possibility to entertain.
Research, as well as common knowledge led to most societies functioning with a dual government, one of Alpha leadership in the battlefield, and an Omega leadership in the home front, dealing with more intellectual matters. That is, the keyword, most. Most societies were progressive, but some were still stuck in the past, and an Omega was considered more as an accessory of an Alpha's wealth, and with that fact alone, he was nervous, nervous that as soon as he left the safety of the manor's walls, that it would be to no choice of his own to be picked by the Emperor. After all, Emperor Lestrade's nation was known for war brutality, as well as a history of "accessory queens", though in all technicalities, the queen or Omega was to have the intellectual power, under the precursor of treaty of all the nations, some would say that the Omega had power, but were nothing but pawns.
And yet, there he was sat there, deep in thought as hand maids fussed on, trying at first to get him into the bath.
"Madame..." A meek maid started, trying her hardest to get his attention.
Mycroft snapped back into attention as he glanced over at her, with a slight smile. "I'm sorry Adeline, I was lost in thought." He explained.
"Ah yes, madame... well it's just that, the bath water is getting cold." She said quietly. Despite being the royal Omega's handmaid for many years now, she still found herself staring intently at his immense size. It was a bit of a marvel to her how large royal Omegas got. It was common knowledge that all Omegas get larger after mating with their Alpha, but most common folk never got to the truly massive size that most royalty did, mating or not, lavish foods and lack of the need for hard labor lead to their overfed physiques.
"Oh, of course, but you'll need help, send the guards in?" He said, a bit hesitant. He wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, in the safety of their kingdom, but of course fate would have it otherwise. The young handmaid nodded quietly, before rushing off, only returning moments later with a half a dozen strong Alphas.
The Alphas Guards who served the Omega queen, or any Omega queen for that matter, had to undergo a somewhat rigorous training, to avoid certain things such as, well, arousal or infatuation when in the presence of the queen, but that never stopped a guard, here or there slipping up from their duties. That was the case with one young guard, who upon seeing Mycroft clad only in an almost fully sheer dressing robe, in all of his enormity, blushed a deep red as he fidgeted where he stood, trying his hardest to maintain the strong composure as all the other, much older guards did. With a discreet nudge, from his superior, he straighten out, eyes averted from the queen.
Their leader, Moran, a middle aged man with a large and rather muscular build, wordlessly moved to the queen's side, to his right, as he always did when moving him. The others followed in suit, with the youngest, taking his place thereafter. He looked for guidance as he found it hard to focus, as he got closer, the Omega's scent was alluring to say the least, and even closer he could see the curves of soft fat, clinging to the thin fabric of his dressing gown.
Mycroft smirked as he glanced over to their leader, "Moran, you've been doing this job for a good few years now, how about you do me a favor?" He whispered in mock seductiveness.
The man was used to this at this point, knowing how well the queen liked to use his allure to get his way, he tried to stay stoic but glanced at his men briefly, and when he was satisfied that they were all face forward, marching down the hallway to the bathing room, he glanced back at him.
"And what would that be your highness?" He said in a voice barely above a whisper.
The ginger grinned. "What about we take a detour from the destination? I'd much rather see the woods that be off in an awfully dull meeting with some chauvinistic, pig headed, Alpha." He giggled a bit, before whispering, "No offense to you of course, you're different." He teased.
Moran smirked to himself in amusement. "Madame, we have strict orders from your brother to stay on track." He answered in an attempt to remain formal, as he lead the others to follow his lead in gently lowering the queen into the bathing pool. Mycroft glanced at him quietly. "Surely, you could accommodate such a small request?" He continued, with a slight smile. The oldest guard shook his head, and remained stoic, as much as he could muster, before signaling to his men to face the wall. The maids took this as their cue to strip the royal Omega of his robe, exposing even more of his full and vast bulk. He let out a sigh as he settled into the warm water, even the slightest movement causing his rolls of flab to move, water slightly rising to overflow the pool.
He looked over at the guards, keeping their stance, eyes averted for privacy, with the exception of their leader, who had taken the duvet by the queen's side. "If it were possible to keep it to ourselves, I'm sure a slight detour for you to enjoy the forest would be good to clear your thoughts for the possible... arrangement." He said with a hint of caution in his voice.
He knew the queen well enough, being his royal guard for many years, but for some reason, he was weary of the neighboring nation as well as their emperor. It was treasonous thoughts for it even cross his mind, but he believed that perhaps the intended end result of the union marriage between Emperor Lestrade and his queen was a ploy created by his brother, Emperor Holmes to rule in full, with his own queen for consult.
Mycroft smiled a bit at that, "Thank you, Moran. I don't believe I've said it often enough but I value your loyalty, and friendship."
Moran bowed in response with a soft nod, as he excused himself for a moment, along with his men. He said simply to have a maid fetch them when needed, but in his mind he couldn't shake the feeling of his own greed and perhaps the idea of conquest, countless of men challenged leaders for their positions, and yet he deemed himself too moral to do such a thing when he first began his training. All the wars have made him a loyal dog to an ambitious man, and he was content with this, until he had come to meet an Omega to change his prospect.
He never dreamed of this, but upon meeting Mycroft, he couldn't settle for mediocrity. He wanted him to live in lavish excess as he was accustomed to, and to have the nation currently ruled by his brother. He wanted the queen and the throne to match, and he would go through great lengths to do so, which brings him to his current predicament of contracting an oracle, or some would go as far as a to say was a witch, to help his dilemma. He knew he had brawn to out match the young Alpha in battle, but the current emperor was known for cunning, and he would anticipate an attack before he had a chance to strike, which is where the oracle would come into play.
The oracle or the witch as he was so called, was a young Omega, of a truly unusual nature. Moran had, in the early hours of the morning when the queen still slept, had crept to the nearby islands, by boat on his own accord, to scale the rocks where sirens where rumored to dwell. But he found no siren, instead he found the oracle, a small Omega, short in stature but with dark eyes that are cold and barren of life. He had a wicked smile and dark hair.
"To what do I owe this visit for, General Moran?"
