#alpha order

[omegaverse-professor]

Hi Prof,Can an Omega resist or go against Alpha Orders?

Hey Hi Hello!

Depends on your AU.

You can either have it where the Omega cannot disobey a direct Alpha Order / the Alpha Voice.

Or you can see it as a strong suggestion.

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By Your Command Ch 4 Preview

A little teaser as I finally crank this baby out. 

For this fic

Despite his time in the pod, Lance still wasn’t fully lucid as he lay in the nest his packmates had made for him. The only things he remembered outside of the painful and distressing haze of the last several hours was Shiro. His alpha had been the one to save him, take him away from that hellish place, and give him the blessed relief of pod-induced sleep.

He’d woken up to Shiro’s arms around him once again, catching and supporting his weight as he fell from the healing pod. His body and mind were absolutely drained of energy, unable to hold either himself or his thoughts aloft for longer than a few seconds at a time. Being cradled by Shiro’s strong arms, though, had put his tired body at ease.

Until Lance had to relay what had happened. He had tried to speak, tried to be a good omega for his alpha and answer Shiro’s questions, but no sound had come out of his mouth when he tried. The alpha command hadn’t been lifted yet and wouldn’t be unless he told Shiro what had happened.

Keith would just have to explain. As much as Lance didn’t want to face Keith, didn’t want to see that burning hatred in the alpha’s eyes again, Keith was the only one who could tell everyone what had happened and reverse the commands. Even if Keith didn’t want Lance around, didn’t think Lance was worthy of the blue paladin title or the right to be Shiro’s omega, Lance would have to burden them one last time just to return to normal. If the team agreed with Keith, if Shiro agreed that Lance wasn’t worth the effort, that Lance would just weigh him down, he’d accept their decisions and graciously bow out. Maybe they’d even drop him off back on Earth where he could hope to be married off to someone at least decently nice…

Lance had been slightly stunned to find that the team had made him a nest out their things—weren’t they mad at him? Disgusted? Disappointed? Or was this just their way of letting him off easy? A kindness before the kill?

It really didn’t matter, honestly. Lance knew his fate—if they attempted to soften the blow, the whole thing would be easier on everyone else.

That didn’t mean it was any easier on Lance. He couldn’t bring himself to write out the entirety of Keith’s actions—they were still too fresh in Lance’s mind. Every time Lance thought of what had happened, a slash of pain ripped through Lance’s heart. He had thought he and Keith were friends, teammates at the very least. Yeah, sometimes they hammered each other’s buttons, but Lance had always thought they’d have each others’ backs when pushed, that their relationship wasn’t so poisoned that Lance could dissolve it with a single shove.

And now he was destroying Shiro’s relationship with Keith too. Shiro hadn’t even hesitated to attack Keith, strangle him like a beast, like Shiro was no longer even human. Without even knowing everything, Shiro had been ready to pummel Keith into the ground. Keith, his best friend, his practical brother. Lance had always believed nothing short of straight-up Druid brainwashing would ever see them looking at each other with hatred in their eyes let alone threatening permanent bodily harm.

 And it was all Lance’s fault. What was he doing to his team? Was he the pollution in their midst? Worse than a burden but a curse. Worse than useless but a poison.

 Lance couldn’t help the tears, but they felt dirty and selfish on his team. What right did he have to feel sorry for himself when Shiro was crushing Keith’s windpipe with his arm?

 He should’ve been helping to stop his alpha, not drawing in on himself and whimpering silently like a pup. But he still couldn’t move, dammit!

 But his sobs only increased as Shiro was finally reigned in and returned to his side. The feel of the hard planes of Shiro’s body against his own felt like he was being burned, punished for his weakness.

 No, it was just the pain of his heat flaring at his almost-mate’s touch. Either that or even his body wanted him to hurt at that point. No rest for the wicked.

 “His heat is spiking again,” Shiro growled into Lance’s neck as he pumped out his alpha scent to soothe Lance’s whimpering. “You’d better tell us now, Keith, before I really lose my control.”

 Lance didn’t open his eyes to see Keith’s face as the red paladin responded. “I don’t know…” a growl from Shiro as warning, “But my best guess would be...if he thought...I mean, I just told him to be quiet and wait if he wasn’t going to take it seriously. I never said to hurt himself or not do anything! And I didn’t… I’d never order him to do it!”

Shiro’s body tensed to respond, but Pidge beat him to it. “Whether you meant to or not, both your body and Lance’s might have interpreted it as a command if you weren’t in control of yourself. If that’s so, the only way we can fix it now is to have you take back any order you might have made.”

 There’s silence for a second as Keith takes a breath and then,  “...How would I do that?”

 This time it’s Hunk to speak up. “Just a general blanket retraction. Like ‘I order you to return to how you were’ or ‘Ignore any other commands I’ve made to you.’”

Another breath, and Lance could feel Shiro actively try to hold onto what little control he had left. The alpha was slowly running his fingers through Lance’s hair to keep them both as calm as possible. Lance tried to push some soothing comfort into his scent, but he knew it was all over the place, a mix of distress and heat.

 There was a squeak of material as Keith got to his feet. Lance glanced up to see the other alpha facing him but avoiding eye contact. His hands were tense at his sides.

 “Lance, ignore any commands I’ve given to you,” he finally ordered with the authority of an alpha in his voice.

Immediately, Lance’s muscles relaxed in ways they hadn’t been able to in hours. His chest heaved in a sob as words started leaking from his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Shiro. It’s all my fault,” Lance cried, pulling away from his alpha to sit up and curl in on himself. “Don’t blame Keith. You know how I am--I pushed him, I wouldn’t be quiet. And--”

“Enough, Lance,” Shiro growled as he slowly sat up as well, effectively silencing Lance’s rambling.

 “Keith. Follow me.”

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Alpha Order Shance Preview

A little preview of one of my fics in progress with omega!Lance and Alpha!Shiro: Honestly, Lance wouldn’t have been surprised if this was all some elaborate Galran scheme to make him go insane. Cause it was working. The first attack had been by his sheets. They’d wrapped his leg up in their grip and refused to let go when he went to get out of bed. Cue faceplant and a red mark in the center of his forehead that wouldn’t go away. Next, his shower had decided to be temperamental. He would barely nudge the handle, and he would either be frozen to a Lance-sicle or scalded like he was some type of weird, alien seafood. Getting dressed was just a nightmare of missing clothes and colorful swear words. Thank all the gods in the universe Shiro was still snoring away in their shared bed, or he would’ve gotten a real scolding for his vulgar creativity. By the time Lance made it down to breakfast, it was safe to say he was in a foul mood. Which was made five times worse by the fact that he had arrived at the same time as Keith. “God, Lance,” Keith complained, trying to shove Lance’s arm away from the food goo lever. “Can’t you wait five seconds for once? You’re always budging in line.” “As if,” Lance whined back, hip bumping Keith to keep him out of the way as he finished getting his food. “I’m just always there before you. Can’t help it if you’re slow.” “Yeah, I’m the slow one,” Keith gave up with a huff. He stood back to wait for Lance to finish, tapping his foot impatiently. Lance spun around and pointed his fork at Keith threateningly. “And what is that supposed to mean?” “Whatever,” Keith rolled his eyes. “Just get out of the damn way already.” He shouldered his way past Lance who was still glaring at him to get his own food. Immediately, Lance’s face fell in a pout. Of course Keith had to be an asshole that day. He probably had some sort of sixth sense for when it would hurt the most to poke at Lance’s sensitive spots. Lance knew he wasn’t the best paladin on the team. In anything. He wasn’t smart or fast or strong, but he left those things up to the alphas. He had found his niche in being a support, the leg of Voltron holding his team up so that they could be the ones to kick major ass. It had taken many a nights sobbing into Shiro’s chest as the older man soothed his insecurities to come to that understanding. Shiro had taught him to be who he was and use those skills to his advantage rather than endlessly push himself to be an imagined standard of paladin strength. It would only burn him out, destroy his confidence and any value he placed on himself. Didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt when Keith made a jab at him, but he was trying his best to let such comments slide. On good days, that is. If left to his brooding, Lance’s mood would have plummeted faster than a lion with its power cut. Thankfully, Shiro sleepily walked in just as Lance had decided Keith had ruined his appetite and he wasn’t hungry for breakfast anymore. Shiro took one look at his boyfriend’s face and pulled him into a tight hug, his strong arms wrapping around Lance like a barrier from the world. “Good morning, handsome,” Shiro rumbled in his deep morning voice, his chest reverberating with sound. “You should’ve woken me up. We could have come to breakfast together.” Lance tucked his head in Shiro’s neck, reveling in the familiar scent of the alpha. “Yeah, well, you were up late last night being all leaderly,” he sighed before looking up to smirk. “As sexy as you are, you still need your beauty sleep to keep up with my good looks.” Shiro laughed,

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