moar alpha reader with omega Simba!!!!!
Simba is out in the town doing.... stuff when suddenly his heat starts. it should've started later but oops and now Simba is not having a good time. he steps into some corner to be away from people but that ends up being a bad idea because some asshole shows up to try and take advantage of a "vulnerable" omega (even if Simba is built some people just can't see past the omega label tsk tsk) just as Simba is about to square up alpha reader shows up to save the day. and boy is reader scary when he's mad. a huge, strong, older alpha snarling and baring sharp fangs to scare the attacker off. once the bad guy has ran off reader goes soft and silky, gently coaxing Simba and promising not to harm him. reader helps Simba get home and while Simba rests reader takes care of the house and Ashton so that Simba can have a nice heat for once in all this time. reader cleans up, does laundry, helps Ashton with school and hobbies and makes plenty of nutritious meals for both Simba and Ashton to keep them healthy.
alpha reader is just glad to be needed and useful (alpha instinct goes bbrrrrr) he wants to be a dad and a husband again
Omega!Simba was at the superstore, buying groceries for the week for him and Ashton. He was in the produce section of the store, looking at the grapes that Ashton loves.
Just as he picked a bag of grapes and put it in his cart, about to head to the register since he had already gotten everything else, he felt a surge of heat flood his veins. His world tilted slightly at the sudden warmth, feeling the urge to go home and burrow himself in his nest.
God, his heat had come unexpectedly. It was early, two days early. But now here it was, making Simba's skin perspire with sweat as he got uncomfortably hot.
He quickly walked away from everyone else, heading towards a more secluded area, the ice cream aisle. The cold that wafted off the freezers gave him a bit of respite, cooling off his warmed skin.
"Mm, aren't you a pretty omega?" A snarky, masculine voice asked, Simba hearing footsteps approaching where he was standing. There came a view of a leering alpha, clearly thinking Simba weaker due to his omega status. "Poor thing, going through heat. How about I help you with it?"
Simba tensed at it, watching the alpha come even closer. He adjusted himself into a defensive stance, knowing the alpha would try and lunge at him to pin him down. It wasn't ideal, but Simba knew his build would help him escape.
Because being an omega didn't necessary mean that Simba couldn't defend himself. He was a soldier, and it was evident in his muscles. This alpha was in for a rude awakening if he thought Simba would be easily cowed into submission.
But just before the alpha made his move to lunge at Simba, you appeared. The raw power emanated off of you in waves, your canines showing as you bared them to the younger alpha.
"Leave him alone," you snarled at the alpha, getting in between Simba and the alpha. You gave an impressive growl. "He's not yours to touch."
The younger alpha sneered at you. "Is he your omega then?"
You were about to reply no, but Simba answered, "Yes, I am."
You were surprised at first, considering you had yet to start courting him. And Simba was sorry for just boldly claiming you as his alpha, but he didn't see another way out. There were times when even Kali had to pretend to be his alpha because other alphas didn't just accept that Simba was mateless.
You turned your head back to the alpha, giving another impressive growl. "You heard him, he's my omega. Be gone, because you won't win if you dare to challenge me." You got in his face, which effectively made the younger alpha step back.
"Keep a leash on your omega then, wouldn't want someone else claiming him while he's in heat," the younger alpha murmured but then quickly whimpered when you snarled at him for the comment. He turned on his heel and scurried away, accepting defeat.
And just like that, your rage disappeared, you turning softer and gentler as you turned to Simba. "Are you alright?" you asked him, your voice so soothing. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Let me take you back home and help you with Ashton."
Simba nodded and allowed you to pay for both of your groceries, waiting for you in your car so no other alpha felt the need to try and claim him while you paid. He apologized for boldly claiming you as his alpha, but you gently shushed him and asked if you could properly court him once his heat was over, to which he surprisingly said yes to.
Fifteen minutes later, you were inside his house, putting away the groceries while Simba went to his bedroom. You could hear him make his nest, needing to burrow in order to get through this heat.
"Uncle {Name}?" Ashton asked when you were done with the groceries, his voice soft and shy as he held the folder where his homework resided. "Will you help me with my homework, please? I'm struggling with math and Dad usually helps, but you know, he's going through his heat right now... So please?"
"Of course, Ashton," you replied, gently guiding him to the table so you can help him with his math homework. It was natural, you having years of experience with helping your own children, who were now grown, with their homework.
That was how you spent the entire week that Simba's heat lasted, helping around the house as Simba stayed in his nest. You made both of them nutritious meals, did the laundry, helped Ashton with any homework. You even played a game of soccer with Ashton to help him practice for an upcoming game.
And as the days wore on, you couldn't help but feel like this was the perfect life. You, Simba, and Ashton.