Blankets for omega
Pairing: Alpha Leon Kennedy x Omega Fem Reader.
Summary: Leon doesn't know which blanket to take to his omega, so he takes them all.
Warning: fluff, Alpha Leon concerned, Omega Fem
¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!
Leon S Kennedy had a reputation for being a cold and calculating alpha, at first glance it was obvious that he was dominant by nature. The air around him made it more than clear that he was an alpha, and as such society told him that he should not be soft, that only showed weakness.
But, Leon was never someone normal, he stepped out of the typical stereotype many times, just as he was doing at that moment.
Stares were on him, some discreet and some not so much, he could hear the dismayed whispers at seeing him grab items in a specialty store for omegas.
He had called his omega during the flight back from Spain, his wolf was restless and would only calm down if he heard his mate's voice. But, when he heard it he knew immediately that something was not right, so he asked.
He had a fundamental rule in their relationship, No lies, and more if that could put the integration and security of the omega.
"I don't like the nest anymore, the blankets make me uncomfortable" he replied almost on the verge of tears.
Those words had caused Leon to worry about his mate's health.
The nests were very important for the health and well-being of the omegas, they could easily get sick if they were not suited to each other's needs.
If the nest wasn't right, neither would the omega and if that alone would make her sick.
That was enough to make her almost run out of the plane when she landed, she could feel the distress and discomfort through the pair bond so she let out slight grunts as she climbed into her jeep and drove to the nearest omegas store.
When he walked in, he certainly attracted attention, but he focused on what was more important. He grabbed a cart and went about putting items that would help calm his omega and then went to the section that to him was worse than the puzzles he did on his missions.
As he entered the nesting items aisle in the blanket area he didn't know which one to choose, there were thermal blankets, silk, cotton, quilted, soft, extra soft, linen, thin, thick, plush, textured, untextured.
"Why the fuck are there so many?" he cursed under his breath at the excessive amount of blankets, he furrowed his eyebrows, every minute that passed was a minute without being able to comfort his partner.
"Fuck it, I'll take them all" he grabbed one of each type and was throwing them into the cart.
Money wasn't an issue, and it never really would be. The government paid him very well for risking his ass on every mission, it was the only advantage he saw to it, as he could fulfill his partner's every whim without having to look at his bank account.
Quickly the cart filled up, so it was his turn to carry a few blankets in his hands. he was practically a walking mountain of blankets when he got to the cashier to turn off, he gave him a dirty look when the clerk opened his mouth, shutting him up before he even uttered a vowel.
He quickly stowed everything in the jeep and floored the gas pedal to the metal, on the way he released his pheromones to get the blankets scented.
"I'm coming honey, Alpha is on his way."
if it is well received, I will make part 2 :)