Fanfic: Reign Me In, If You Can
Summary : Gwaine is the prized omega of the Kingdom of Lot, being the first son Gwaine had always expected to become an Alpha and rightful heir to the throne. When he manifests as an Omega however his younger brother Mordred is named as the heir. As if being an omega was not enough, King Lot now plans to get him married to Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot who is an arrogant total bully of an alpha. Gwaine will be damned if he sits quietly and accepts his fate though.
Pairings: Arthur/Gwaine, side Merlin/Gwaine
Chapter - 2
“It sounds like karma that you should end up with him of all the omega’s in the country.” Morgana couldn’t quite keep the glee she felt at Arthur’s predicament contained.
Arthur glared and Morgana just smirked, “Serves you right for rejecting all the omega’s father put in front of you.”
“Sophia wanted to drown me, and Vivian was positively vile.” Arthur quipped to which Morgana nodded.
“But Mithian was pretty enough, and she would have atleast respected you a little.”
“Mithian fell in love with Leon.”
“Only because you weren’t making much of an effort to entertain her, not that she would have preferred you in the end, you are much too persnickety compared to kind Sir Leon.”
“Someday Morgana, someday….this fate will befall upon you and I would be laughing in your face.”
Morgana looked unconcerned and picked at her nails absentmindedly, “Not if I choose my own Alpha and mate with them, think of the heart attack that would give Uther.”
Arthur balked and he knew his step sister was not above doing it either.
“Perhaps Sir Owain will do nicely, he’s ever so handsome.”
“He can’t hold his own in a sword fight to save his life.” Arthur scoffed thinking of the younger knight Morgana seemed to have a soft spot for.
“Tut tut Arthur, you’re so picky,” Morgana gave him a pointed glare, “Which is what landed you in this situation in the first place.”
Arthur asked George to fetch him a jug of mulled wine, the occasion called for it after all. He couldn’t believe he was to be saddled with the Mercian Prince of all people for the rest of his life.
“He is such a slut; everybody in the five kingdoms knows he fucks the court sorcerer of Lothian.” Arthur moaned after having ingested two cups of wine while Morgana took dainty sips of hers.
“Which would suit you just fine, do not tell me you’d prefer a meek virgin.”
“It wouldn’t be fine if my consort prefers to fuck my Knights or heaven forbid the servants of Camelot.”
“Well…then I suppose you’re going to have to tup him enough that he doesn’t seek anyone else’s bed and shame you. Though how you’re going to manage that with Gwaine I will never know….” Morgana laughed and Arthur slumped in his seat as was not befitting of a Prince.
The next day a retinue from Camelot was ready to go to Lothian, King Uther, Arthur and Morgana were all part of the retinue and the state affairs had been left to Lord Agravaine for the time it would require for the king to make peace with Lothian and come back to Camelot.
Back in Lothian Prince Gwaine was getting more restless as the days progressed and his impending doom as he called it was soon arriving.
What was worse was Mordred who was Gwaine’s step brother and heir to the throne as he was an alpha was being absolutely insufferable. It did not help matters that Lot preferred his second son over his first and now Gwaine could not help feeling like an outcast inside his own castle.
“It should all be mine Merlin, do you know what the sniveling knitwit told old dad this morning?”
Merlin who was quite used to Gwaine venting answered him with a noncommittal hum; he knew that was all the encouragement Gwaine needed to keep going.
“He said I shouldn’t be allowed to sit in the council gatherings anymore. Oh I wish I could punch that bastard’s face in Merlin, I really do!”
“You always whine about having to listen to boring disputes over land or grain Gwaine, why’d you want to be in the council gatherings?”
“MERLIN! You’re not seeing the point, the point is Mordred is trying to shadow me away from my own kingdom and keep me from my rights!”
“Its not you’re rights anymore Gwaine.” Merlin said gently, they all knew that Mordred would be declared the heir to the throne because he was the alpha. No Kingdom could accept an omega as their ruler.
Gwaine remembered all too well and growled in frustration, “That brat could not take me in a swordfight Merlin! How in the name of all that is holy is he going to lead Lothian men into battle?”
“Mordred has other talents, as you well know…”
Merlin was speaking of Mordred’s magic of course and Gwaine knew indeed. Merlin was the most powerful sorcerer in the Kingdom but Mordred came in second only to Merlin.
“All this because I don’t have a knot! Like if fucking matters!”
“Pretty sure it matters to you in the sack,” Merlin whispered but Gwaine heard and looked contrite.
“And they speak about gender equality and injustice! This is injustice, I must be the heir, I’ve earned the rights Merlin, I was the one who trained hard to become a Knight, I was the one who lead the Knights drills, I was the one who acted as Prince Regent when father was sick with the plague!”
And Gwaine was, until he’d unwittingly and by some god’s curse manifested as an omega. No one in the entire Kingdom was more surprised than Gwaine when his first heat came upon him instead of a swelling in his cock. He could still remember the absolute disgust and disbelief when he’d started dripping wet with heat; to say Kind Lot was disappointed was an understatement.
Ever since then Lot had waited patiently for his second son by his second wife to come of age and when Mordred manifested as an alpha, he had automatically become the favored child of the King wherein before Gwaine was the one the King was proud of.
That was what hit Gwaine the hardest, that Mordred not only took away his Kingdom, rights to the trone, the castle, its ministers, its servants but also his father’s affections. Lot loved him alright, Gwaine knew that for sure else he would have been bartered off to some old haggard King or Warlord to sire children and kept as a broodmare.
Camelot for all its laws against magic and sorcery did not uphold archaic traditions. Omega’s in Camelot were respected and treated with dignity. King Uther had changed all the old laws of Omega’s being kept as nothing but broodmares when he’d fallen in love with an omega and made her his Queen instead of keeping her as a mistress and taking an alpha Queen.
Even still his father had become distant and Gwaine could not help but hate Mordred for taking his place.
Merlin sensed Gwaine’s distress and finally put his book down and came to stand beside Gwaine, leading him with his hands to the bed where he could offer what little comfort he could to the omega.
At long last Camelot’s retinue reached Lothian and King Lot and Mordred along with the Court Sorceror Balinor stood beyond the castle’s steps to welcome them. Gwaine arrived a little later than usual and shrugged off the pointed glare his father threw him when he came with Merlin. Merlin himself had left Gwaine to join his father.
“Father, is it wise for Gwaine to be here right this moment?” asked Mordred as they heard the hoof beats clearly across the distance that separated them.
Gwaine frowned wondering what his little weasel of a brother was up to now; it seemed King Lot was confused as well for he turned to look at Mordred in askance.
“It is just that this is not the traditional way to present an omega is it?”
Gwaine bristled, he knew well how omega’s were presented to their mates traditionally and he’d be damned if he’d greet his alpha in an omega den like he was nothing other than a broodmare.
Mordred however continued despite noticing Gwaine’s agitation and Merlin frowned from the other side knowing how riled up Gwaine was getting.
“It is just that Prince Arthur is a powerful warrior, he might not like for his omega to be presented in this way, he might consider it a challenge to his authority and disrespect to his status as an alpha prince.”
King Lot appeared considering and Gwaine roared, “Don’t you dare speak about me like I’m not here.”
When King Lot went to interrupt Gwaine held up his hand saying, “I will not be presented to my alpha in an omega den! He’s a Prince and warrior and if he feels threatened by my being here then he can damn well find another omega!”
“Mind your words Gwaine, you will do well to remember Prince Arthur is your brightest hope for a mate.” King Lot said but he did not thankfully agree with Mordred and send Gwaine away to be presented in the usual manner.
Gwaine looked smug in his victory while Mordred scowled and turned to look forward.
They were just nearing the castle gates and Morgana slowed her horse and caught Arthur’s sleeve making him look at her.
“Don’t be your usual foolhardy alpha male self Arthur, you will never win Gwaine’s favor or his heart if you do.”
Arthur tried to brush her off saying “And why would I care? He will be mine either way, will he not?”
Morgana gave Arthur a shrewd look, did he really think he could fool her. She knew Arthur was a noble at heart, he’d never do something as dishonorable as take a mate forcefully without their will being given freely and Arthur sighed nodding his head.
“I’ll try to be friendly Morgana, I have no wish to drive him into thinking I’m a boorish wild alpha.”
“He no doubt thinks that already…” said Morgana.
Arthur paused, “Opinions can be changed…I will just have to…woo him I suppose.” Arthur grimaced once the word was out of his mouth, he couldn’t think of Gwaine and wooing in the same sentence, Gwaine had after all almost pounded Arthur’s head into the pavement when they were younger and had gotten into a fight.
Morgana barked out a laugh which made quite a few knights turn to look at them as she said “I would love to see you try and loose I might add.”
“And here I thought you wanted me to win his heart fairly and all…”
They entered the castle’s courtyard and there was no more time for chit chatting as Arthur rode fast along with Uther and Morgana close behind.
They could see King Lot, Prince Mordred, Lothian’s court sorcerer Balinor, his son Lord Merlin and last but not the least Prince Gwaine were present along with an assortment of Lords and Ladies Arthur was not familiar with present to greet them.
Arthur’s eyes were only for Gwaine however and he caught Gwaine’s gaze and held it. Gwaine did not look very pleased to see them and Arthur himself made sure his face was apathetic as he took in the sight of Gwaine after almost six years. Gwaine had grown taller as Arthur himself had; even from a distance Arthur could tell that Gwaine was a very beautiful omega.
His wavy hair fell around his face, he had a sharp jaw and nose, a muscled body although like all other omegas he was slighter in build, his shoulders were smaller than Arthur’s, his waist trim and leading to legs that were slim instead of thick and muscled like Arthur’s.
All in all, he made a very pretty sight and Arthur wondered not for the first time why Lot had chosen him of all people for his son’s mate. Arthur could bet there would be so many Lords and Kings who’d covet Gwaine for themselves. Camelot and Lothian had always had a tense relationship and Arthur knew Lothian had friendlier relations with Mercia, Northumbria, Lyonesse and Cornwall.
The expression in Gwaine’s eyes were one Arthur read well indeed, there was rebellion there caged and just waiting to explode and unfortunately the target was Arthur himself. Arthur broke his gaze when he had to dismount and took in the others present.
“Uther, my friend it’s good to see you. Welcome to Lothian, as a friend and ally finally!” King Lot came forward and Uther and Lot held each others arms in a sign of friendship.
“May I present my son Prince Arthur, and my daughter Lady Morgana.” Uther gestured to them and Lot shook Arthur’s arms much the same way he did with Uther, and greeted Morgana with a kiss to her knuckles.
King Lot then retreated and swept his hand towards his own family, “My son Prince Mordred, and Prince Gwaine of course.”
Mordred looked smug at being acknowledged first and stepped forward to greet the King with a curtsy, and Prince Arthur and Lady Morgana in much the same way King Lot had.
It was finally Gwaine’s turn to greet them and he threw his head back in a cocksure manner making his shiny hair wave before he came forward and greeted Uther with a curtsy and Morgana with a kiss to her cheeks. Morgana flushed and slapped Gwaine on his arms as he moved away chuckling.
Gwaine then turned to Arthur and said “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to greet you Prince Arthur.”
Lot and Uther were frowning at their interaction behind Gwaine’s head and Arthur put forward a hand hoping to God Gwaine would not embarrass him by not taking it or worse slapping his hand away.
They were standing closer than they’d been before and Gwaine unwittingly took a deep breath which brought with it the alpha scent to him, Gwaine almost as if lead by a dream extended his hand to Arthur who took a firm grasp of it and shook as Gwaine tried to get his senses back and not loose his head in the heady scent of Arthur and his pheromones. It was not helping that he could feel a pleasant tingle in his hands which as he thought about it had been joined to Arthur’s for far too long.
He snatched his hand back as if burned, confusion marring his face. But Arthur didn’t take note as he himself was in a similar situation, as soon as Gwaine’s scent hit him full force, he knew as unlikely as it all was that this was it, Gwaine was Arthur’s mate, his scent called to Arthur, made him feel right and home and Arthur cursed whichever god’s must be laughing at him from heaven above that they’d given him such a headstrong rebel for a mate.
It was nothing like the burst of lust he felt around other omega’s, there was always a sense of wrongness in all the omega’s who were presented to him but Gwaine’s scent made him calm and settled as only a mate’s would, the lust was there as always but this time it was a slow burning, consuming lust that had taken root in his belly and made him want to touch Gwaine again.
Someone cleared their throat and Arthur and Gwaine remembered themselves and where they were. Gwaine was uncharacteristically silent as he accompanied them to the royal banquet hall and had latched himself to Lord Merlin who earlier been introduced as the Court Sorceror’s son.
Arthur tried not to scowl openly atleast as Gwaine wandered off with Merlin and kept as far away from Camelot’s men as possible.
Pairings: Arthur/Gwaine, side Merlin/Gwaine
Chapter - 2
“It sounds like karma that you should end up with him of all the omega’s in the country.” Morgana couldn’t quite keep the glee she felt at Arthur’s predicament contained.
Arthur glared and Morgana just smirked, “Serves you right for rejecting all the omega’s father put in front of you.”
“Sophia wanted to drown me, and Vivian was positively vile.” Arthur quipped to which Morgana nodded.
“But Mithian was pretty enough, and she would have atleast respected you a little.”
“Mithian fell in love with Leon.”
“Only because you weren’t making much of an effort to entertain her, not that she would have preferred you in the end, you are much too persnickety compared to kind Sir Leon.”
“Someday Morgana, someday….this fate will befall upon you and I would be laughing in your face.”
Morgana looked unconcerned and picked at her nails absentmindedly, “Not if I choose my own Alpha and mate with them, think of the heart attack that would give Uther.”
Arthur balked and he knew his step sister was not above doing it either.
“Perhaps Sir Owain will do nicely, he’s ever so handsome.”
“He can’t hold his own in a sword fight to save his life.” Arthur scoffed thinking of the younger knight Morgana seemed to have a soft spot for.
“Tut tut Arthur, you’re so picky,” Morgana gave him a pointed glare, “Which is what landed you in this situation in the first place.”
Arthur asked George to fetch him a jug of mulled wine, the occasion called for it after all. He couldn’t believe he was to be saddled with the Mercian Prince of all people for the rest of his life.
“He is such a slut; everybody in the five kingdoms knows he fucks the court sorcerer of Lothian.” Arthur moaned after having ingested two cups of wine while Morgana took dainty sips of hers.
“Which would suit you just fine, do not tell me you’d prefer a meek virgin.”
“It wouldn’t be fine if my consort prefers to fuck my Knights or heaven forbid the servants of Camelot.”
“Well…then I suppose you’re going to have to tup him enough that he doesn’t seek anyone else’s bed and shame you. Though how you’re going to manage that with Gwaine I will never know….” Morgana laughed and Arthur slumped in his seat as was not befitting of a Prince.
The next day a retinue from Camelot was ready to go to Lothian, King Uther, Arthur and Morgana were all part of the retinue and the state affairs had been left to Lord Agravaine for the time it would require for the king to make peace with Lothian and come back to Camelot.
Back in Lothian Prince Gwaine was getting more restless as the days progressed and his impending doom as he called it was soon arriving.
What was worse was Mordred who was Gwaine’s step brother and heir to the throne as he was an alpha was being absolutely insufferable. It did not help matters that Lot preferred his second son over his first and now Gwaine could not help feeling like an outcast inside his own castle.
“It should all be mine Merlin, do you know what the sniveling knitwit told old dad this morning?”
Merlin who was quite used to Gwaine venting answered him with a noncommittal hum; he knew that was all the encouragement Gwaine needed to keep going.
“He said I shouldn’t be allowed to sit in the council gatherings anymore. Oh I wish I could punch that bastard’s face in Merlin, I really do!”
“You always whine about having to listen to boring disputes over land or grain Gwaine, why’d you want to be in the council gatherings?”
“MERLIN! You’re not seeing the point, the point is Mordred is trying to shadow me away from my own kingdom and keep me from my rights!”
“Its not you’re rights anymore Gwaine.” Merlin said gently, they all knew that Mordred would be declared the heir to the throne because he was the alpha. No Kingdom could accept an omega as their ruler.
Gwaine remembered all too well and growled in frustration, “That brat could not take me in a swordfight Merlin! How in the name of all that is holy is he going to lead Lothian men into battle?”
“Mordred has other talents, as you well know…”
Merlin was speaking of Mordred’s magic of course and Gwaine knew indeed. Merlin was the most powerful sorcerer in the Kingdom but Mordred came in second only to Merlin.
“All this because I don’t have a knot! Like if fucking matters!”
“Pretty sure it matters to you in the sack,” Merlin whispered but Gwaine heard and looked contrite.
“And they speak about gender equality and injustice! This is injustice, I must be the heir, I’ve earned the rights Merlin, I was the one who trained hard to become a Knight, I was the one who lead the Knights drills, I was the one who acted as Prince Regent when father was sick with the plague!”
And Gwaine was, until he’d unwittingly and by some god’s curse manifested as an omega. No one in the entire Kingdom was more surprised than Gwaine when his first heat came upon him instead of a swelling in his cock. He could still remember the absolute disgust and disbelief when he’d started dripping wet with heat; to say Kind Lot was disappointed was an understatement.
Ever since then Lot had waited patiently for his second son by his second wife to come of age and when Mordred manifested as an alpha, he had automatically become the favored child of the King wherein before Gwaine was the one the King was proud of.
That was what hit Gwaine the hardest, that Mordred not only took away his Kingdom, rights to the trone, the castle, its ministers, its servants but also his father’s affections. Lot loved him alright, Gwaine knew that for sure else he would have been bartered off to some old haggard King or Warlord to sire children and kept as a broodmare.
Camelot for all its laws against magic and sorcery did not uphold archaic traditions. Omega’s in Camelot were respected and treated with dignity. King Uther had changed all the old laws of Omega’s being kept as nothing but broodmares when he’d fallen in love with an omega and made her his Queen instead of keeping her as a mistress and taking an alpha Queen.
Even still his father had become distant and Gwaine could not help but hate Mordred for taking his place.
Merlin sensed Gwaine’s distress and finally put his book down and came to stand beside Gwaine, leading him with his hands to the bed where he could offer what little comfort he could to the omega.
At long last Camelot’s retinue reached Lothian and King Lot and Mordred along with the Court Sorceror Balinor stood beyond the castle’s steps to welcome them. Gwaine arrived a little later than usual and shrugged off the pointed glare his father threw him when he came with Merlin. Merlin himself had left Gwaine to join his father.
“Father, is it wise for Gwaine to be here right this moment?” asked Mordred as they heard the hoof beats clearly across the distance that separated them.
Gwaine frowned wondering what his little weasel of a brother was up to now; it seemed King Lot was confused as well for he turned to look at Mordred in askance.
“It is just that this is not the traditional way to present an omega is it?”
Gwaine bristled, he knew well how omega’s were presented to their mates traditionally and he’d be damned if he’d greet his alpha in an omega den like he was nothing other than a broodmare.
Mordred however continued despite noticing Gwaine’s agitation and Merlin frowned from the other side knowing how riled up Gwaine was getting.
“It is just that Prince Arthur is a powerful warrior, he might not like for his omega to be presented in this way, he might consider it a challenge to his authority and disrespect to his status as an alpha prince.”
King Lot appeared considering and Gwaine roared, “Don’t you dare speak about me like I’m not here.”
When King Lot went to interrupt Gwaine held up his hand saying, “I will not be presented to my alpha in an omega den! He’s a Prince and warrior and if he feels threatened by my being here then he can damn well find another omega!”
“Mind your words Gwaine, you will do well to remember Prince Arthur is your brightest hope for a mate.” King Lot said but he did not thankfully agree with Mordred and send Gwaine away to be presented in the usual manner.
Gwaine looked smug in his victory while Mordred scowled and turned to look forward.
They were just nearing the castle gates and Morgana slowed her horse and caught Arthur’s sleeve making him look at her.
“Don’t be your usual foolhardy alpha male self Arthur, you will never win Gwaine’s favor or his heart if you do.”
Arthur tried to brush her off saying “And why would I care? He will be mine either way, will he not?”
Morgana gave Arthur a shrewd look, did he really think he could fool her. She knew Arthur was a noble at heart, he’d never do something as dishonorable as take a mate forcefully without their will being given freely and Arthur sighed nodding his head.
“I’ll try to be friendly Morgana, I have no wish to drive him into thinking I’m a boorish wild alpha.”
“He no doubt thinks that already…” said Morgana.
Arthur paused, “Opinions can be changed…I will just have to…woo him I suppose.” Arthur grimaced once the word was out of his mouth, he couldn’t think of Gwaine and wooing in the same sentence, Gwaine had after all almost pounded Arthur’s head into the pavement when they were younger and had gotten into a fight.
Morgana barked out a laugh which made quite a few knights turn to look at them as she said “I would love to see you try and loose I might add.”
“And here I thought you wanted me to win his heart fairly and all…”
They entered the castle’s courtyard and there was no more time for chit chatting as Arthur rode fast along with Uther and Morgana close behind.
They could see King Lot, Prince Mordred, Lothian’s court sorcerer Balinor, his son Lord Merlin and last but not the least Prince Gwaine were present along with an assortment of Lords and Ladies Arthur was not familiar with present to greet them.
Arthur’s eyes were only for Gwaine however and he caught Gwaine’s gaze and held it. Gwaine did not look very pleased to see them and Arthur himself made sure his face was apathetic as he took in the sight of Gwaine after almost six years. Gwaine had grown taller as Arthur himself had; even from a distance Arthur could tell that Gwaine was a very beautiful omega.
His wavy hair fell around his face, he had a sharp jaw and nose, a muscled body although like all other omegas he was slighter in build, his shoulders were smaller than Arthur’s, his waist trim and leading to legs that were slim instead of thick and muscled like Arthur’s.
All in all, he made a very pretty sight and Arthur wondered not for the first time why Lot had chosen him of all people for his son’s mate. Arthur could bet there would be so many Lords and Kings who’d covet Gwaine for themselves. Camelot and Lothian had always had a tense relationship and Arthur knew Lothian had friendlier relations with Mercia, Northumbria, Lyonesse and Cornwall.
The expression in Gwaine’s eyes were one Arthur read well indeed, there was rebellion there caged and just waiting to explode and unfortunately the target was Arthur himself. Arthur broke his gaze when he had to dismount and took in the others present.
“Uther, my friend it’s good to see you. Welcome to Lothian, as a friend and ally finally!” King Lot came forward and Uther and Lot held each others arms in a sign of friendship.
“May I present my son Prince Arthur, and my daughter Lady Morgana.” Uther gestured to them and Lot shook Arthur’s arms much the same way he did with Uther, and greeted Morgana with a kiss to her knuckles.
King Lot then retreated and swept his hand towards his own family, “My son Prince Mordred, and Prince Gwaine of course.”
Mordred looked smug at being acknowledged first and stepped forward to greet the King with a curtsy, and Prince Arthur and Lady Morgana in much the same way King Lot had.
It was finally Gwaine’s turn to greet them and he threw his head back in a cocksure manner making his shiny hair wave before he came forward and greeted Uther with a curtsy and Morgana with a kiss to her cheeks. Morgana flushed and slapped Gwaine on his arms as he moved away chuckling.
Gwaine then turned to Arthur and said “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to greet you Prince Arthur.”
Lot and Uther were frowning at their interaction behind Gwaine’s head and Arthur put forward a hand hoping to God Gwaine would not embarrass him by not taking it or worse slapping his hand away.
They were standing closer than they’d been before and Gwaine unwittingly took a deep breath which brought with it the alpha scent to him, Gwaine almost as if lead by a dream extended his hand to Arthur who took a firm grasp of it and shook as Gwaine tried to get his senses back and not loose his head in the heady scent of Arthur and his pheromones. It was not helping that he could feel a pleasant tingle in his hands which as he thought about it had been joined to Arthur’s for far too long.
He snatched his hand back as if burned, confusion marring his face. But Arthur didn’t take note as he himself was in a similar situation, as soon as Gwaine’s scent hit him full force, he knew as unlikely as it all was that this was it, Gwaine was Arthur’s mate, his scent called to Arthur, made him feel right and home and Arthur cursed whichever god’s must be laughing at him from heaven above that they’d given him such a headstrong rebel for a mate.
It was nothing like the burst of lust he felt around other omega’s, there was always a sense of wrongness in all the omega’s who were presented to him but Gwaine’s scent made him calm and settled as only a mate’s would, the lust was there as always but this time it was a slow burning, consuming lust that had taken root in his belly and made him want to touch Gwaine again.
Someone cleared their throat and Arthur and Gwaine remembered themselves and where they were. Gwaine was uncharacteristically silent as he accompanied them to the royal banquet hall and had latched himself to Lord Merlin who earlier been introduced as the Court Sorceror’s son.
Arthur tried not to scowl openly atleast as Gwaine wandered off with Merlin and kept as far away from Camelot’s men as possible.