Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Alpha And Omega

A/N - Hey hey hey I'm back y'all this is my take on the Omegaverse stuff there's NO mpreg (not judging but that's nasty to me) it's content so hurrah

John's POV

   I sat down to breakfast and sighed. My father, the King, glanced at me and I stared down at the table. Servants bustled into the room and I sighed heavily. One swept past me and I smelled the sweetest scent I had ever smelled in my entire life. I looked up to see a boy, a little younger than I was, serving my sister breakfast. He was gorgeous. I needed to speak with him but I can't. I am the Prince, next in line to the throne. I have to set the example. The example being staying silent at dinner, only speaking when spoken to, never stepping out of line, obeying every order ever given to me. I hate it here. Part of me wants to run away but I know I never could. I'll just have to enjoy this boy for now. He glanced at me and I flushed, looking back down. "Would you like a refill, Prince John?" A delicate voice asked, I looked up to see the boy standing over me and I bit my lip.
   "I-" I bit my lip and the boy smiled lightly. "Father, may I be excused?"
   "Yes." I got up and rushed from the room. I locked myself in the bathroom and stared in the mirror. I sighed and splashed cold water in my face. I hate it here but he makes it better.

Alexander's POV

   "Hamilton!" I jumped but looked up at the older man. "You've been summoned to the Prince's quarters." I frowned but followed him. He opened the door and shoved me inside. The eldest Prince looked up and I turned white. He scares me. He warily looked back down and I swallowed.
   "Leave us." The man left and shut the door behind me. Laurens stood up and I flinched. He smiled lightly and I felt tears coming to my eyes. "There's no need to be afraid. Here. Come. Have a seat." He gestured to the bed and I quickly sat down. He chuckled lightly and offered me a tissue.
   "N-No thank you." I managed, he sighed and pulled up a chair. He pulled his crown off and set it on the table.
   "Hi, I'm John." He smiled, offering his hand to shake. I sniffed and he gave a reassuring smile. I shook it and he chuckled. "This is the part where you tell me your name." He chuckled.
   "A-Alexander...Hamilton." I sniffed.
   "Hm...You're one of the new servants, yes?"
   "Yes, sir."
   "No sir, please?" He asked calmly, I nodded quickly and he smiled. "You are going to be permanently transferred-" I broke into tears and he frowned.
   "I'm sorry! Whatever I did I'm sorry!" I wailed.
   "Oh, no, no, no. You've done nothing wrong. I just-" The Prince sighed and sat next to me. "I want to see more of you. I want you to be around me more often. If I have to keep living this stupid life, I want you in it." I blushed and glanced at him.
   "Why me?"
   "Not sure yet but I'll figure it out."
   "Is it because you're an Alpha and my stupid heat-"
   "I don't care. I wanna get to know you." He smiled.
   "Me?"
   "Yes, you." He chuckled, standing up and moving across the room. "You will be moving quarters. You are my new personal servant."
   "Oh..."
   "None of that matters at the moment because right now, you're going to have lunch with me."
   "Ok." He smiled and grabbed my hand.
   "Come on." He smiled, he ushered me out of the room and I bit my lip.
   "Sir, your crow-"
   "Ah, ah, ah. No 'sir'." He grinned, I smiled a bit and let him drag me down the hall. He lead me out to the garden and I gasped.
   "I'm not allowed to-"
   "You have to go wherever I go. You are allowed." We entered the gardens and another servants lead us to a picnic blanket. "Thank you, Martha." John smiled. "You are excused." The girl left and the Prince sat on the blanket. "Are you going to sit or stand there like a loser?" He chuckled, I sat and huffed. "What's wrong?"
   "Nothing." I lied.
   "You're confused." He hummed, I bit my lip and sighed. "Why did I leave my crown? Why did I set up this slightly romantic picnic? Why do I want you to be my servant?"
   "What?"
   "Well...Allow me to answer those questions. I left my crown because you're afraid of me and I don't want you to be. I set up the picnic because you need fresh air and I love this garden and I think the servants should be able to experience it too. Lastly, I want you to be my servant because I want to get to know you. You are a person and you seem like a good person to know." He smiled triumphantly, I looked away and he frowned. "What? You look like you have a question." He paused and scooted forward. "Ask it."
   "W-...Why do you wanna be friends with a servant?"
   "I hate my royalty." I frowned and he chuckled. "That sounds dumb, right?"
   "Kind of." I muttered.
   "Well...My entire life is planned out for me. I can't be myself. I have to fit into this stupid mold of my father."
   "Oh...That seems less dumb." I mumbled, he chuckled and sighed.
   "I shouldn't complain. I mean you were born into-"
   "I was sold." I blurted, he paused and sighed.
   "Oh...Um-...I'm sorry to here about that." He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.
   "Well-...My mother was married to a rich man on a poor island and he treated her poorly, so she fled with my father. She had my brother and I and then my father left her, she died two years later. My brother and I were separated and now I'm here." I mumbled, the Prince shifted and sighed.
   "My mother died less than a year ago." He pulled his knees to his chest and sighed. "That's nothing compared to what you've gone through but-" He sniffed and I moved closer.
   "It's ok." He looked up at me and pushed his knees back down.
   "But it's not. You're a slave! You-" He sighed and ran his fingers through his long blonde hair.
   "Why do you keep your hair long?" I asked randomly.
   "Wha-Alexander-..." He sighed and wiped his eyes. "It makes me look less like my father."
   "Oh...I think it looks nice."
   "Thanks." He smiled, I smiled lightly and he pulled a basket over. We had lunch and talked a bit. It was mostly him talking but it was kind of nice. It was different. I liked different.