[0:00]Reading a Alpha Omega fan fig, but if I stutter, I get nodded by the Alpha. This fan fig, I can already tell, it's gonna be peak. I mean, look at these tags. Mating cycles in heat, breeding kink, ooh, and preg, sent kink. Oh, I'm slapping my tummy like a happy seal by how excited I'm going to get reading this. So let's get right into it. It's called, yes, captain by seriously tired. Pre Resident Evil one, as the first omega to join stars Alpha team, Leon has high expectations to live up to and he pretty sure his handsome boss Captain Wesker already hates his guts with a passion. Well, we all know I stutter way too much, so hopefully this reading lasts more than two minutes. Hopefully more than one minute, but we all know. It's probably not going to happen, but let's get the chapter one. Relax, Leon, Chris tried to reassure the omega but it fell flat because he was speaking through a mouthful of popcorn, his voice coming out all garbled. The Alpha was sprawled out next to Leon, muscular arms casually slung over the back of the couch they were sitting on at Chris and his sister Claire's shared apartment. When Leon didn't respond, he glanced over at him. Freshly shaved face illuminated by the flickering light of the TV, highlighting the pinkish razor burns on his cheeks and neck. They were sharing a bowl of popcorn between themselves, though of course Chris had already taken to hogging most of it. Oh, greedy Chris, this is why you should be the one that's pregnant. Your scent is really strong right now, you know. I can practically smell your thoughts. You were top of your class though, right? I'm sure you'll fit right in with everyone else, especially Jill. He nudged Leon's foot with his own good-naturedly, but the omega's worried expressions hadn't changed.
[2:04]His first day as a member of S.T.A.R.S. was less than 24 hours away now and the shitty B-grade horror flick Chris had turned on couldn't even take his mind off of it, even with its horrendous amount of fake blood and terrible acting. Besides, rookie, I'll be with you. Chris turned his back towards the screen, trying to look nonchalant as he sneakily threw a piece of popcorn at Leon's head only to miss him entirely. I'm not cleaning that up, Leon finally spoke up beside him, causing Chris to let out a laugh, the room immediately flooded with the Alpha's warm, woodsy scent. The presence of his best friend's scent made some of the tensions leave Leon's shoulders and he leaned in just a little closer, their arms brushing against each other in something comfortable. I'm just worried what the team will think of me, being an omega and all. Leon admitted, starting to fidget with his hands in his lap. I mean, it's called Alpha team for a reason, right? I'm the first omega to be let into the S.T.A.R.S program. Well, that's not exactly why it's called that, Chris said, turning away from the screen once more to look seriously at Leon that time. He reached his hand out and grabbed Leon's shoulder, his thumb rubbing slow circles against the fabric of his sleeve, a gesture that was supposed to be interpreted as friendly, but it made Leon's cheeks darken slightly in the dim lighting. They had always been closer than friends normally would be, and it didn't help that Chris Redfield was a handsome alpha to boot, but Leon was afraid of ruining the close relationship they had if Chris ended up not reciprocating his feelings. Most people naturally assumed they were a pair whenever they went out together in public, so Leon often had to politely correct people who didn't believe him most of the time when he said they weren't dating. If anyone an Alpha team gives you trouble for being an omega, send them to me and I'll deal with them. The only person you have to worry about anyway is the captain, but he's always scars. I'm pretty sure I've never even seen the dude smile before.
[4:17]Noted, Leon laughed, then gave Chris a small grateful smile. Thanks, Chris. Chris looked at him with that stoically earnest expression of his that made Leon's heart skip a beat, making Leon grateful that the TV light pounded enough dark shadows to hide his blushing face. No problems, rookie. Leon nodded at the hand that was still on his shoulder. You're gonna get grease on my shirt, and stop calling me rookie. Then his lips twitched upward in a smug grin.
