THERE ARE LIKE. NO. OMEGAVERSE READER INSERTS. WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO WRITE AN ALPHA SHIRO X OMEGA READER???????
FUCK YES I WILL HELL STRAIGHT. OMEGAVERSE IS MY FUCKING SHIT.
SEND ME REQUESTS I’MMA WRITE A TINY DRABBLE OF PROTECTIVE ALPHA!SHIRO AND OMEGA!READER, YEAH!! I apologize, it’s crap quality.
GOD BLESS YOU ANON
Shopping at the Space Mall was something that was left for you to do. Well, you and maybe Shiro, since everyone else has been banned from the mall. The Space Mall was a common ground for intergalactic trading, and there were many species that you would encounter, many different alphas.
Humans were rare this far out in space, and it was obvious that omegas were even rarer. You barely tolerate the merchants as they ogle you, ignoring their intense stares while looking for the plates and reactors you need for the Pidge’s project.
“So.. What’s a pretty little thing like you doing somewhere so far from home?” The sleazy merchant decides to pick a conversation with you just as you reach your hand over to his basket of metal works. It’s a little too late to feign disinterest when you’re already looking at his wares, so you ignore his attempts to talk as you sift through the bin.
“Surely, you have a partner? Unless.. you want a real Alpha to take care of you?” You could hear the disgusting smirk in his tone, but before you could react, you feel a hand on your shoulder. His scent was too hard to ignore, considering his anger was rolling off in waves, and you had to fight off a smirk as you dare to look at the merchant’s reaction.
Shiro was glaring daggers at him, taking a hand full of the batteries and connectors, throwing the money on the table before storming off with you in tow. You chuckle under your breath as you lean in closer to your alpha.
“Are you even sure you got the right thing?” You giggle, and Shiro growls under his breath.