Mootie, pookie, smookie! I have a request for youuuuu :3
I have you seen those TikTok’s where people are introducing their partners as their ‘current partner’? Like reader calling Leona their ‘current mate’ or something
If so I can have some head cannons of that with overblot boys? :3
In which you call them “current mate” ft. omega!overblot boys
it’s been so long I don’t even remember how I used to format my posts, still busy, I will get more available next week, thank you for everyone who has reached up to me usual warnings: nothing really serious, besides insecurity (and some unhealthy ways to deal with it in Idia's) or if you think some of them are too possessive (but it's omegaverse and a fanfic, so I guess these are already expected), heads up anyway
gn!reader
It began with Cater, who showed you the current mate trend and insisted you should do it with Riddle, “‘Cause it would be funn, come on, Prefect! Aren't you curious on how Riddle would react?”
So you agreed, you could almost see it, his red face and a deep frown while he curses - politely - your choice of words. You asked your mate for a study date, which he accepted promptly.
“Thank you for your help, Riddle,” you bit your lip, preparing for the storm to come, “My current mate is the brightest of them all, I'm so lucky to have you.”
Riddle's face immediately growered, you could see the scream he was holding back before taking a deep breath to calm himself down, the imaginary sheep he was counting almost visible in a strategy to prevent him from snapping.
When he finally deemed himself prepared enough, he faced you with an even voice “What did you call me?” yet you heard his fingers cracking in the background.
Your answer came non-smoothly “My current mate, I mean, you are my mate, and we are currently together right now.”
“This is not what it means!” Riddle lost his cool, hand smacking the table while he passionately argued “You make it sound like you will break up with me eventually! Here, I will find a dictionary-”
“Wait, wait-” you catch his sleeve, preventing him from leaving his place, “This is a trend, people say ‘current mate’ to see how their partners would react, I'm not being serious.” A look of understandment crossed his countenance, yet still he wasn't settled.
The omega took one last breath with his eyes closed, calculating eyes finding yours with a searching look on how you could redeem yourself, “This was uncalled for, alphas should respect their omegas and act properly. I don't care you didn't mean it, your words have consequences,” Riddle scolded, bringing his wrist to your cheek and scenting the place. “Worry not, I will help you with that.”
Needless to say, Riddle hates pranks and being the target of them. For the next week he expects you to be on your best behavior. The Heartslabyul housewarden usually submits easily in the matters of your relationship, letting you take the reins of where he is inexperienced, and also finding comfort in surrendering control, of knowing he doesn't need to seek perfection.
So it comes as a surprise when he is suddenly in a very proactive role, voicing correcting growls when he thinks you are overstepping, and chirping when you do something he approves of.
You also discovered your little omega serves bitter tea when he is mad, perhaps the worst part of this experience.
The beastman rested soundly on your lap, controlling his purrs as he would hate for anyone besides you to hear them. Truth be told, he would much rather just have your company, but these pests - who you call friends, but he decisively ignores this fact - decided to sway your responsibility from him.
“Are you planning to go to Sunset Savanna, Prefect?” mice number 1 asks, leaning a bit too close for Leona's liking.
“Wouldn't it be nice? You will finally have the chance to meet your future-in-laws,” mice number 2 adds, and Leona can already feel a headache worse than a thousand dinosaurs stepping on him taking shape.
“Hm, my current mate was so kind to invite me to his home, I would be crazy to reject him,” you responded, and yeah, Leona agrees, you would be crazy to deny him anything.
However, as much as he wants to blame whatever he heard on his sleepiness, the two words pound on his brain constantly like an annoying mosquito. Suddenly, Leona is restless with the thought of just being a current fancy of yours, and the need to claim and fix is too much for him to bear.
So, he does the most logical thing. In one second he jumps up, the next he bites down your shoulder, hard, making you yelp and move your hand to pry him off of you.
“Herbivore,” Leona growled, his tail flicking in annoyance, ears sharply tucked behind, “must I remind you who you belong to?”
“I'm not serious! It was a prank!” But the beastman is deaf to your cries, catching your wrist and leading you to the confines of his room.
In Sunset Savanna, omegas wear the pants in the relationships, happy omega, happy home! It's not an understatement that they do not like being challenged by their alphas, especially Leona with his royal background.
When you called him current mate, the dorm leader felt like you didn't know your place, and he is more than ready to reestablish his claim until you understand. And Leona, when it comes to you, is nothing but throughout.
It's very entertaining to mess with Azul. He sputters and flusters, stumbling in his words when he is caught unprepared, you can understand why the twins stuck up to him so much. He is irresistible, Azul makes everything a new experience, so that's how you came to decide you wanted to tease your omega octopus a little.
Azul invited you to his office, though in recent days it became more of a formality, as you were welcome anytime and he would rather you always stay with him. The omega insisted he worked better if you were present, and found every justification to say how his day was way more efficient with you close to him.
He also liked to ramble, going on and on about his future plans, the budget, his current workload and what the Headmage designed him to do. It almost impressed you how he could easily occupy the silence, but Azul was more than happy anytime you interrupted with your own thoughts, even while together, still finding any excuse just for you to speak to him.
“The Headmage almost ran me through with chores today,” you commented, “Good thing I was able to finish them sooner, can't lose on quality time with my current mate.”
“HuUh?!” Azul's high pitched noise reverberated, “‘Current mate?’” The housewarden mourned the loss of his cool persona, seeking to compose himself quickly, failing as he still had a strained voice “My dear, could you explain your thought process, please?”
You kept in silence, inclining your head.
“Explain what you mean!” Azul raised his voice, words laced with desperation, placing his shaking hands on your shoulders, moving them up to cup your face then going down again, as if he didn't know what to do with them. “Are you planning to replace me with someone else? Who is it? Someone more athletic? Likeable? Popular?”
Oh, he was losing it. Your thought came with a breathy laugh, quite timid and low. The best answer you could come up with was to squeeze him in a tight hug, getting close enough to give him a long kiss between his brows. When Azul understood that you were just teasing him, he released a shaky sigh, like he was holding his breath all this time.
“Oh, you couldn't lose the dib, could you?” He narrowed his eyes.
Azul is paranoid about many things, your relationship is one of them. You gave him the scare of his life, though he would never admit it, and the rest of the day is spent in his nest, cuddling, scenting and exchanging soft words. He clings onto you, surrounding you with arms and legs, his face hidden in the crook of your shoulder.
Moments of vulnerability that are only shared between two hearts. He rests easy knowing you will stay with him unconditionally.
Jamil is not sure how he got convinced to record a video with you, not when he prefers the comfort of his privacy. But, he thinks, only a person with strong convictions would be able to say no to the face of their mate, specially when they look at you with an earnest expression, shining eyes sparkling with what-would-be tears and a whining chant of “please, please Jamil", and in the face of that, he is a weak, weak man.
You settled your phone and framed both of you and the ingredients in the camera. Jamil was always your silent admirer, noticing every avert of eyes, each curve of your mouth, how your voice went a pitch higher when excited, this time is no different, in fact, he would say he got worse after you both decided to date.
That being said, it didn't escape from his watchful gaze how your smile was a bit more quirked, the way you tried to settle it down and pretend your strange behavior didn't exist to begin with, a promise of no good. Jamil wondered if he should start fearing for his life.
“Hello, guys! Today I'm cooking with my current boyfriend!”
"...”
Jamil instantly tensed, shoulders tight. His heart froze for a second and ice cold washed into his stomach. Were you using him this whole time? No, you wouldn't, something like that didn't match your personality. It took him a moment to correlate your previous behavior to your words.
Oh, you were gauging a reaction out of him.
“Cooking with my ex mate,” he bit back.
“Ah? When did I get a promotion to mate?” you laughed it off, the two of you on the same page, knowing neither is being serious and it's all a couple's squabble.
“Promotion? This is a demotion.”
Jamil is not really upset, just unimpressed.
He'll always retaliate, nothing that he knows would hurt you. He knows you too well to fall for those pranks, though sometimes he can be caught off guard. The trust he puts on you is unfamiliar to him, but Jamil supposes he wouldn't have it any other way. Is it what people call being… mates?
Even though Vil is a known figure worldwide, he is not chronically online enough to know about the “current mate” trend. His social media is more focused on things that are beneficial for his career or fashion related trends.
Your mate is hard to mess with, cutting off plans even before they start and preventing the Pomefiore students from causing too much of a hustle. Within this thought, you wonder if there's anything that could escape Vil's intrinsic web of knowledge from those surrounding him.
“You did wonderful today, my love,” your fingers graze softly under his eyes, applying the cream carefully while he hums in appreciation, “Truly, no one better to be my current mate, do I even deserve you?”
The lights on stage fall onto you, the scene is set, music providing a tense atmosphere rising up and the audience holds their breath, awaiting the next line, leaning forward on their chairs to capture each and every step.
What they would see - if they existed in the first place, but no one but you is allowed to Vil's most intimate moments - is the star of the show, Vil, for the lack of better words, is flabbergasted, his mouth dropping into a perfectly shaped O and tears surfacing his eyes, beautifully sliding down his face. “How could you?” the omega whispers.
“Vil? Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-”
“Stop,” came his harsh voice, judging you from up and down, “You are not a good actor, you fold too easily,” he humphs, “This is easily fixable, though.”
“... Ahn?”
Vil sighs, like he shouldn't be explaining what is so clear to him, the sky is blue, water is wet, the obvious is on your face.
“You decided to start a play, commit to it, go with your plan until the end. Here, I will give you some pointers and then we can continue our little piece.” The omega begins to explain you need to tone down your mischievous smirk, and keep your voice just a tiny bit more bored, like your “current” mate is truly just a toy ready to be discarded, and he will play the poor wronged omega.
Vil is unfazed by the prank, but he is more than willing to roleplay with you. He loves the stage, and he also loves you, so why not bring both of his best worlds together and act in a short scene with you? He has lots of ideas and he believes he would be able to express them better if he is with you, so he shares, teaches and writes screenplays for the two of you.
Your boyfriend is barely giving you any affection, when Idia got in his room today he just gave you a quick peck and went to his computer to spend hours and hours giving attention to something else. Not only that, he got a serious addiction, you could see it in the way his hands shake with anxiety, or how he was constantly divagating.
The conclusion you got was simple, he has a new love.
And this love which you heard quite a lot recently is called Balatro.
How could he? There's no way a rogue-like card game is more interesting than you, you barely get any reactions from him while he is playing, only some hums and soft agreements that makes you doubt he is even listening. So what better way to test this theory if not from a random prank video you found on the internet?
“It's just that I don't get why that alpha is still with that omega,” you talked on the phone - rather, pretending to be - about a gossip you heard from earlier, going on and on for some time now, “I mean, if my current mate gave me the silent treatment for three weeks straight I would break up immediately, you know?”
An intake of breath, the mouse clicking ceasing. “Who?” a muttered whisper.
“Hm? Did you say anything?” you put your phone down, turning your body in Idia's direction.
He opened his mouth, then closed again, averting his gaze away from you. In truth, Idia didn't want to confront you about what he heard. Your relationship is precious to him, and he is afraid a mere breeze would make his so carefully put feelings tumble down, shattering all the love you have for him.
Idia loves you so much, he doesn't want to lose you, he will never let it happen. So he closes up himself and accepts whatever you deem worthy of him. If he let his insecurities show, would you hate him? If he spoke about his discomfort of being called "current” mate, would you find him overwhelming?
Realizing that your self-conscious omega is shutting off, you quickly try to find a way to backtrack, before he isolates himself from you.
“You see…”
Idia interrupted, deciding he doesn't want to start a discussion "I see.”
Idia, in fact, did not see, he was even blind in his left eye!
“No, baby, no,” you stand up from his bed, speed walking to his spot and cupping his face. Once again, the meek omega avoided your eyes, but leaned into your touch nonetheless, his mind a mix of desiring to run away and to seek your reassurance, for you to tell him you would stay, that everything is fine between both of you, “It was a prank! Idia, sorry, I didn't mean it.”
His face went through millions of expressions in milliseconds, confused, surprised, relieved, happy, and souring into a frown. He gave you an annoyed hmph and pushed you into his nest, he would just calm down after hours of furious scenting and cuddling.
–
“Are you still mad?”
“No.”
“I love you.”
“Good for you.”
Of all types of people you met in this world, and spending enough time with your mate and his family, you could say faes are the most unpredictable species you know of. They are not malicious, of course, but they twist words and tell half-truths to meet their desired ends, and being mostly isolated from humans, they follow rules of their own and understand things differently from others.
That being said, maybe to your own surprise, you discovered your boyfriend can be very cheeky, manipulating situations so you give him a kiss, or you have to stay overnight to pay whatever debt he decides you own him.
So when you stumbled upon a prank video on your socials, your curiosity sparked to know how Malleus would react. Would he ignore it and think it's just one of the human speeches he is not familiar with? Correct you - because, of course, faes court to marry - and gently scold you?
You set up the scene during one of your outings around the school, while Malleus passionately talks about the history of surrounding each ruin. Your heart almost hurt from disrupting him.
You thanked him for spending the evening with you, saying you couldn't have found a better current mate and wish to see him again soon. Then you wait, studying his face for any changes.
Malleus… doesn't really react. Maybe his love for gargoyles is infectious, for how he stays still like a statue and keeps staring at you, also unable to move from his tight hold on your arm.
By the time you thought you had to be the one to say anything, or move, he decides to speak, “Keep talking.”
“Hm?” you blink back at him, but he just looks at you, quietly, barely breathing at all.
“Continue, please, I'm trying to discover if I did something wrong,” that's when you notice how his expression is oddly guarded. Malleus is someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, though sometimes he is hard to read.
His heart yearns, for family, friends, his lover, to fix. Because for you to call him your current mate, then it means you are unsatisfied, and he needs to fix this before you decide your time with him is over. And Malleus feels powerless when it comes to social matters, on how to protect your happiness. Malleus is nothing if not a provider.
“You didn't,” you reassure, “you have always been my favorite.”
“Favorite? There's more?”
The moment you tell him it's a prank, he merely nods his head and decides to ultimately leave the woes in the past. But regardless of that, you can still see a slightly pouty expression on him.
Malleus will find a way to turn the situation in his favor, though, and he can be petty when he feels like it. “Oh, do I need to prove my worth to stand by your side? Am I still your favorite?” “If I'm your current mate, then who is the next?” all while implying a threat if you decide to mention someone else. He is, however, also joking when he says these things, although his sense of humor can be a bit dry or other people don't often catch it.
