Lance's point of view
I stare at the bottle in my hands, it's been a year since we've been in space and I'm almost out of my suppressants. Throwing the small orange bottle across the room, I clutched my chest, soon the team will realize how weak I am and kick me out for being a stupid omega. I never wanted this, I just want to be a normal beta-like everyone else but life is cruel and unfair.
My head starts to feel fuzzy, no, I refuse to drop I can control this and stop being a bad omega. Thoughts jumping around my head freeze at that, not only am I an omega I'm a bad one. I didn't notice my hands had found my thighs till crimson lines appeared, great I just love punishing instincts they're fucking wonderful. Sighing, I trudged my lead-heavy body into the bathroom. Altean disinfectant stings but it was better than nothing, after cleaning my mess I laid on the cool tile and let my mind wander. Male omegas are .5% of Earth's population, they are normally sold off at presenting age and breed than bonded to the rich making "supreme" offspring back home in Cuba. My purpose in life was to be a quiet fragile housewife, I refuse, mom taught me to be whoever I wanted. After my first heat, I bought suppressants and magically two days later Lance McClain was a 14-year-old beta signing up for classes at the garrison. Not a single person questioned it, no one had to know. Momma never wanted me to be ashamed of myself all she wanted was for me to be happy and proud. But I refuse to let my submissive body and instincts stop me from my dream of becoming a pilot, and now that my dream is a reality I'm staying the happy go lucky beta the team needs. After all there no time for omega bullshit in an intergalactic war.
It wasn't so bad. I had my own room no one heard me crying myself to sleep, no one noticed how I was so touched starved a flinched with a simple bump, or maybe no one cared about me. My mind is messing with me again, but I don't care anymore. I miss momma, her hugs, her reassurances that I'm not bad, her everything. Space is cruel but war is worse, I can't tell who I'm fighting anymore is it the galra or myself. At some point, I stopped fighting the drop, letting my mind get fuzzy I just laid there I know drops are horrible for an omega but I don't care maybe if I do this I can be better. Besides the team never comes in my room so no interruptions, I can drop in peace and be better by tomorrow right?
Hey, I know this is a super short chapter that will get longer. I don't own the video the only things I own are the plot and grammar mistakes. I hope you like it and read later chapters peace out.
-Ash
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The Saving of Lance
RomantizmLance has struggled with his identity as an omega since his presentation. Since joining the Garrison, against his mothers' wishes, Lance has been taking heavy suppressants. He was not going to let his stupid submissive body ruin his chance of becomi...
