#omega!lance

Title: Unwanted Afterthoughts Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Ship: Keith/Lance Characters: Keith, Lance, Original Character(s) Tags: King Keith (Voltron), Alpha Keith, Concubine Lance (Voltron), Slave Lance, Omega Lance, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, slight age gap, And by Slight I mean 5 years, Mentions of Past sexual Abuse to Concubines, Attempted assassination, Kissing, confessions of feelings, Slow Burn in Fic Timeline but Not in Word Count Summary:

Keith has been freshly crowned king after his adoptive father’s sudden and surprising death. Along with the title, power, and kingdom, he has also inherited the prior king’s concubines. He honestly wants nothing to do with the said concubines. In full transparent truth, Keith is s part disgusted that the old man picked younger and younger mistresses throughout the years, but also, he just felt disgusted with the idea of it all. He believed that hoarding the already rare and dwindling omegas into a locked harem was inhumane. That it was abusive. All around predatory. Disgusting behavior that he would not continue during his reign. Which meant shoving the remaining concubines back to their homes. Except one concubine in particular did not want to leave. That was how Keith became stuck with Lance. And perhaps Keith allowed Lance to stay in some turned about way to atone for the late emperor’s sins. For it was the fault of his predecessor that Lance no longer had a place to call home. What Keith didn’t expect was to almost be assassinated by the said omega, or to even fall in love with him.

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Couldn't get a certain tweet out of my head and wrote 10k in a day because of it.

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Why you gotta make me sad🥺

But yes that seems very in character, just Lance curled up on the thinnest blanket and being very sad because he does not have the right materials and no one else asked him to join their nests either🥺

Thank you, Anon! ♥ Here's a sneak peak of the next chapter of my Keith/Lance A/B/O AU fic, "I Won't Say A Word (Unless You Make Me)".

Mind made, Lance resisted the urge to let out a resigned, exhausted sigh.

“Sure.” Though the smile was forced, Lance prayed it at least looked believable to everyone present, but especially to Allura and the royal family of Niamnä. “I’d be happy to assist you, Your Highness. But, if I may, may I request that someone else come with us? I am feeling a bit tired, so I’d really appreciate some extra help as well, please.”

The prince’s features pulled together into a pensive expression before yet another smile slid onto his face and he answered, “Very well, Paladin Lance, you may request one more to join us on our brief journey.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” As Lance risked a glance at Hunk, the beta seemed to read the situation and his intentions, and was just about to speak and suggest that he’d like to accompany them when another voice cut him off before he could even say a word.

“I’ll go.”

The familiar voice sent chills down the omega’s back, and though Lance managed not to flinch, he could feel his heart stutter in his chest in surprise when he noticed Keith taking a step forward, towards him.

When no immediate reply came forth from the prince, Lance hesitantly turned around, only to take note of the way the prince’s brow was pinched together as his narrowed eyes were locked on Keith. Something about the way Prince Yídrën was openly staring at Keith, with clear displeasure on his face, set a small tendril of fear down Lance’s back, and so the omega rushed to say something before anything bad could possibly happen.

“We should get going now, Prince Yídrën, please lead the way.”

Word Count: 730

Summary: Lance has been trying to get Keith to court him, and what better way to prove himself than by baking?

For Dragon, happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!

Lance had known very well what he was doing when he sidled up to the tall, handsome guy at the bar. He knew he often seemed oblivious, even preferred it that way, and it was definitely the facade he kept up when he bumped into the man, blinking up at him with his wide eyes full of surprise and his lips mumbling apologies.

But he knew the type of guy that man was, an unmated alpha with a scent that might have been irresistible to anyone else but Lance. He had known while making his way across the room that the guy would grunt at him first, annoyed but mostly unperturbed, before doing a quick double take and changing his posture, opening up, turning towards him.

Lance waved for the bartender and called out his order, slapped a few bills on the counter before looking back up at the stranger who was eyeing him like some especially delicious dessert.

"I already told you I'm sorry", Lance repeated, voice just a little too quiet in the noisy room, so quiet the man had to lean closer. A sharp grin flashed across handsome features, wide enough to be seen from the other side of the bar. Excellent.

"Don't worry about it, gorgeous. Pretty little thing like you can get up even more close and personal, if you’re interested..."

Lance gave a bashful laugh, lashes fluttering as his gaze flicked down, the perfect picture of a flustered omega as he reached up to rub at his neck. The touch so close to his scent glands was arousing, sending hot little shocks down his spine to pool low and simmering in his abdomen. He was careful not too turn too far, though. Careful not to show off the other side of his neck.

"Why don't you stay for a while, hm?" A broad hand reached out to tuck a strand of dark hair behind Lance's ear and he glanced up at the man who was even closer now, crowding against him, pushing him into the bar stool at his side. Lance swallowed hard, felt the hot simmer boil up into burning heat, a want for more that must have already seeped into his scent...

"I can smell how needy you are, princess. I could show you a good time..."

Before Lance could even begin searching for an answer that would stall just a little longer a pale hand landed on the guy's broad shoulder, settling down like a weight that wouldn't allow any excuses. Snarling the guy turned around, ready to defend what he already perceived as his omega, his playmate for the night, but when he completed the motion his expression fell.

Lance had always known what he was doing. He'd known when he bumped into the guy, when he'd played the coy little omega, when the arousal pooled hot and perfect in his abdomen and seeped into his scent for everyone close enough to smell. He'd always known about the reactions he would provoke but the actual, menacing glare on Shiro's face and the deep, rumbling growl as he confronted the man who dared to try and touch his mate, that was enough to set Lance ablaze.

"I would think about that if I were you", Shiro growled, fingers digging deep into the guy's shoulder, hard enough to make him wince. "That's my mate you're talking to."

For a second it seemed like the guy was about to protest, like he might just stand up and fight Shiro and Lance felt incredibly guilty for starting to get wet at the thought alone. But then he looked back at Lance one last time, eyes dragging up and down his lanky frame before turning back to Shiro, slowly raising his hands in a calming gesture.

Lance let out a relieved breath at the same time that his stomach churned in disappointment.

"Hey, I didn't know he was mated, I don't want any trouble."

"No, you don't", Shiro agreed, voice still low and dangerously even as he used his tight grip on the other man's shoulder to steer him away from the counter and give him a light shove. "Now leave."

The guy followed the low command without as much as a word of protest, stumbling away from them and not looking back as Shiro took his place at the bar, sliding close to Lance.

"You...", he rumbled, reaching out to wrap and arm around his mate's waist and pulling him close. The small gesture was enough to make Lance squirm with arousal.

He had always known what he was doing and now he got to reap what he'd sown.

"You did that on purpose..."

"No idea what you're talking about", Lance chirped, not quite mastering the innocent tone he'd been aiming for when Shiro looked at him like that, with a burning desire in his eyes and traces of residual anger in the set of his jaw. Lance would have felt bad if he weren't also vibrating with need and excitement. It wasn't his fault that his mate was this easy to rile up when he was close to his rut and a riled up Shiro was too good to not enjoy thoroughly.

So Lance twisted around until he could press the length of his back against Shiro's broad chest, moulding his body against the familiar shapes of Shiro's hard muscles. The touch was enough to set his skin on fire even though they were still separated by too many layers of clothing. When he wiggled his ass back against his mate's crotch he could feel the stirring hardness, the promise of his mate’s thick arousal enough to make him groan quietly.

Part II

I have no idea where the idea for this fic came from. It just did. Who am I to deny the fanfiction muses?

It’s my first A/B/O, so feedback is super appreciated. Also my first non-Marvel.

Smut-free, but mentions of sex and lots more language than anything else I’ve written (it’s Lance Tucker, there’s only so much I can do).

Word count: 2465

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, some definite thirsting

You groaned and gritted your teeth, hating your suppressants even as you were grateful for them. It was the middle of the first full day of your rut, and while the suppressants kept you functional, you still craved the sweet scent of an omega enough to make you wildly uncomfortable. Despite your currently over-alert sense of smell, however, there was no omega scent to be found thanks to the patches everyone wore.

The patches – another thing you both loathed and were thankful for. Thirty-some years ago, a beta scientist had said enough is enough when it came to people judging others for their orientations and created a patch that went over the scent gland and neutralized all pheromones, eliminating the normal way of determining a stranger’s orientation. You were part of the first and so far only generation that was born and grew up with the patch being mandatory for all orientations to participate in many job spheres (although not all; some jobs still had a distinct benefit to be had by having an alpha or omega orientation known). There were advantages for sure, in that no one’s orientation could be used against them to keep them from succeeding; from your observation, though, it had also made talking openly about orientations a taboo subject, which hurt everyone in the long run. Stereotypes still persisted, and “coming out” when one wasn’t in a field that was typically welcoming to one’s orientation could result in a serious backlash of hatred.

Galra!AU

Okay so... some people asked me to draw an older Keith and Shiro having a baby in the Galra!AU....... - best thing I did all week ♥ omg.

A/B/O Has to be my favorite dynamic besides Prince Lance and Guard Keith AU’s. So, my dear friend, let me share with you my favorite A/B/O stories. I don’t know if you’re looking for A/B/O smut or not so Ill give you three smut and three nonsmut. As I was looking over my recommendations I realized most of these are Alpha Keith fics…. I’m not sorry. 

Smut:

1) What Else Could a Virgin Omega Do? | By: The_Broken_Dreamer | Completed | 13,831 words | Explicit 

Lance was standing where he never thought he’d be standing, in line at the front desk of the nearest Alpha Brothel.

Notes: 

Its smut so there’s really not much to say. 

2) Mates? | By: Lancelotv01 | Completed | 7,674 words | Mature

Keith hated dancing, it was never his forte, so why Shiro was forcing him to attend the usual mating ball, he didn’t know. He would never find a mate with his moves, and he didn’t mind keeping it that way. Though seeing a lovely tall tanned man make his way across the dance floor just might be enough motivation for him to try and change how he feels about dancing to attract a mate. // thank you to my friends who helped me edit this and I hope you guys enjoy my first published work//

Notes: 

This is actually probably one of my favorite A/B/O stories just because I like the concept of the whole dance for a mate thing? I don’t know I really like this story even with the small amount of smut it has. 

3) Green Light | By: warschach | Completed | 74,790 words | Not Rated (But its explicit)

Keith’s good with trouble, he’s alpha and a skilled cop in Chicago’s Alpha Unit, so when shit hits south Keith can change it to north. If bad guys run Keith ropes them in. If bullets fly Keith is usually good at not being the target. Not the same for knives but- he knows how to handle trouble. So why the fuck can’t he handle one pretty omega with a chip on his shoulder and literal water for eyes?

Notes: 

This is my favorite A/B/O and the first one that I read for the Voltron fandom. I think you’ll like this. 

Nonsmut: 

1) Nesting | By: DarkChaosX | Completed | 1,172 words | General Audiences

Lance paused, eyes roaming over the omega as he thought things over. “Are you sure?” he asked after some time. “I’m not an alpha.“Keith’s eyes softened at the statement. "I know.”

Notes:

Its just a cute one-shot of pure fluff and its adorable. 

2) The Bar Scene | By: Oilux | Completed | 2,251 words | General Audiences 

Lance was hanging out with friends when he noticed an omega being harassed, and what kind of alpha would he be if he didn’t help out?

Notes: 

Cute meeting story. 

3) Interested | By: MilkTeaMiku | Completed | 3,000 words | Teen & Up Audiences 

Keith’s heat is approaching, which means he definitely needs to tell his alpha, Lance.

Notes: