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I've posted a new fic! It's Criminal Minds omegaverse, Alpha Hotchner & Omega Reid. It's not explicitly Hotchreid but can definitely be read that way if you prefer!
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Alpha Hotch always scents the team’s go-bag’s before they leave for a case. Always when he has the chance, wiping his bared wrists over their handles or straps, making sure to leave the smallest amount of his scent behind.
It comforts him, knowing that while they’re out and about the locals will always know they’re apart of his pack—his scent carrying over to their clothes, their skin from touching their bags.
And he knows it comforts them too, subconsciously. The scent of their pack alpha, even minutely, can be enough to calm nerves and settle unease.
He wants to ensure his pack feels safe and calm and protected.
If they’re aware, they don’t say anything.
