You wanna write an omegaverse lance and shiro fic? Because I'd the hell otta that
Lance whined, eyes opening slowly. Heat surrounded him and his skin burned. He whimpered, hands moving to his arms. He dug his nails into his tan flesh, squirming. When Lance went into heat, it was bad. Most media portrayed Omegas like Lance as 24 hour sex machines, something an Alpha should want. But honestly? That wasn’t the case. Whenever Lances heat started, he was overwhelmed with the need to be mated, to breed. His skin burned and itched so much so, he’d scratch his own skin open. It was complete hell.
Lance let out another whine, where was his Alpha? Where was his Shiro? The door opened quietly, Lance was too busy letting out soft sobs to notice Shiro walk in. He crawled in bed, scooping his omega in his arms. He took a deep breath in, enjoying the smell Lance produced before gently sinking his teeth into the bond mark on the Cubans neck. Almost immediately Lance went limp in his arms, he shivered at the cold of the ring attached to Shiros lip on his neck. He moved his hands around the taller mans neck, a small sound of satisfaction escaping his lips. He laid down, spooning Lance, face still buried in his neck. Calm filled Lances body, his eyes grew heavy, before he knew it he had fallen asleep. Shiro smiled gently at the omega. The only omega Shiro could ever want. His Omega.