#omega!riddle

[sasahuaa]

This is part of mine and @lovely-riri's conversation about some headcanons and scenarios we had in mind

Which omega is the Prefect courting?

Scenario: When the housewardens became infatuated with the strange Prefect of Ramshackle, they ordered their underclassmen - the alpha's close friends - to become their wingmen. They didn't expect dating rumors to surface, furthermore, with the first years themselves.

gn!reader; omega!housewardens x alpha!reader; omega!RSA x alpha!reader; platonic omega!first years; sfw

You woke up with the weird feeling that something was entirely wrong.

As much as you tried, you couldn't place a finger on why, besides the erratic beating of your heart and the tingles on your spine, it was like the world was one centimeter out of place. The sensation slowly confirming itself as you made your way to the school's main hall, eyes following your steps.

NRC is no stranger to gossip, however, usually the students would do so openly, staring at their targets and talking loudly enough for them to hear - as a power play, because they wanted to be heard. But this, the frantic side glances and the whispering behind hands, was far from usual. 

You wondered what was happening, maybe you upset someone of great influence and you'd be the last person to know, or you humiliated yourself without even noticing. Until a courageous soul stepped before you, fidgeting with their fingers and shyly looking at you. 

“Hey… who are you dating?” the boy asked.

You had to pause at the question. Dating? Why would anyone think that? The big "What?” stamped in your face must be obvious, because he continued.

“Well, it's impossible for an alpha to just be part of a group of omegas- five omegas I must add, without dating any of them!” he voiced like it was the most obvious fact to exist. Which isn't true at all, yes, you only hang out with omegas, but it's because you are the honorary alpha of the group! You have scary omega privileges™ in the form of your five omega friends, but it always felt like “the divas and the dork that we allow to follow us". 

The boy continued to ramble, somehow mentioning the school group chat in the middle of his stupor, and when you finally managed to exhaust his will to make you confess whatever crime he thought you guilty of, you immediately picked up your phone. To be honest, most students ignored the group chat, it was mostly used for announcements, from the headmage, teachers and housewardens. Sometimes students asked for materials necessary for their classes, but that was the extent of it.

But now, as you indignantly looked at your screen, you noticed a poll was created.

Which omega is the Prefect courting?

Epel 75%

Ace 10%

Deuce 10%

Jack 3%

Sebek 2%

2377 votes

Oh no.

–

The moment you reunite with your group, Epel is screaming bloody, you were sure his lungs must be begging for relieve “DUMBASS CITY FOLK, YER THINKIN’ AM DATIN’THE PREFECT ONLY ‘CAUSE A LOOK LIKE THIS.” 

“Eh? At least you're first, dude, they didn't even let us compete.” Ace complained, solemnly looking at his number of votes. 

“We're dead.” Deuce murmured in the distance, hand coming to his neck, almost like he feared his head would jump out of his body at any moment. Jack wasn't that far from him, looking more annoyed than ever as he looked at his phone, most likely also seeing the poll, and shaking his head.

“NRC students truly are superficial, I can't believe they created this rumour out of prejudice of friendship between omegas and alphas.” 

“This is unbelievable!” Sebek proclaimed loudly, you sat back, knowing the emotional wreck your newest friend must be right now, “Me, last? I'm clearly a better option than all of you! No, forget that! I would never date the Prefect when my lord-” then Ace shoulder bumped him, stopping the discourse. 

Ah, Sebek didn't know what to be offended about, either people thinking he would date you, or because he wasn't placed higher in the list.

“Would you guys like to know the exact number of votes each of you received?” Ortho asked with a malicious look, the situation entertaining the young Shroud more than anything else, “I must say I'm impressed, Ace and Deuce are perfectly tied.” This received a unanimous "shut up!”

Oh well, you shrugged, just your friends being your friends.

– 

At Heartslabyul, all students were walking on eggshells. Everything was quieter than usual, as if expecting doom to befall the dorm. 

Not far away from the dorm, Trey and Cater were rushing to find their dorm leader. They were counting on their luck, Riddle barely uses his phone, never having any use to the group chat when he received any announcements directly from the headmage himself. 

But this time, they weren't lucky enough, someone got to Riddle first. 

“Housewarden Rosehearts, is it Ace or Deuce being courted by the prefect?” 

Riddle explodes.

– 

When classes ended that day, and students returned to their dorms, heads began to roll.

“HOUSEWARDEN, PLEASE LISTEN TO US, IT WAS NOT OUR FAULT!” 

Ace and Deuce begged for mercy, but Riddle barely listened to them. He was red with anger, protruding veins on his forehead, a perfect image of a Queen descending to the common folk seeking revenge.

“Rule 63, those who anger the Queen must run through a maze with card soldiers in pursuit.” His voice was rough and resolute, not giving a single chance for opposition. 

In a single second, both omegas were collared and hunted down through the maze.

–

When Epel arrived at Pomefiore, he felt like he was walking in a horror movie scene. No students were in sight and the lights were off, making him wonder if he was missing any event. When he reached the main room, his housewarden was the only one present.

Vil sat on his throne, face only illuminated by the faint light coming through the window, eyes sharp like an eagle. 

“Epel,” he began, voice clipped, “how could you mess this up?” 

“Housewarden, please, don't believe the rumours.” Epel made sure to be extra formal, not wanting to anger the Queen more than he already had, fearing for the punishment that awaits him.

His queen never took lightly for people stealing what he deemed his. 

“As if I would, I only wonder who was the source of it.” 

– 

Jack was not in the mood to return to Savannaclaw. If there was something he knew about his dorm leader, it is how possessive he can be, as well as how he takes offense when someone directly challenges him for his spot.

As it seemed, Leona was not in the mood to leave his room, and Jack celebrated this small victory, not wanting to face Leona when the alpha he wanted was the talk of the school, worst of all, when Jack was one of the suspects himself.

As such, he couldn't avoid Leona forever, and this came to light the next day, when Leona was acting like a prissy cat. The other omega had his lips pursed, showing fangs, growling and with his ears tucked behind, the most angered Jack had ever seen him. 

Besides this uncommon behavior - and maybe Jack should've thanked his lucky stars that Leona didn't start a fight - the lion beastman merely turned his back and went back to his room.

Still, Jack felt like it was his duty to fix the situation.

– 

When Sebek returns to Diasomnia, it feels like the air is charged, heavy, almost pressing him to the ground. And as he turns around the corner to meet Malleus and Lilia, he is met with the worst scene imaginable: Malleus is sulking. 

“Sebek,” his lord calls out, “do you fancy them as well?” 

“No!” the other boy immediately rectifies, “I would never interrupt your courting, my lord!” 

“So, this Epel,” Malleus carelessly brushes him off, lips upturning as he mutters the small omega's name like it turns his stomach upside down, “it's quite widely agreed upon that the child of man is with him.” 

“Foolish rumours! The prefect would never date any of us!” 

“But the poll-” 

“Malleus,” Lilia interrupts, placing a gentle hand on the shoulder of the future king, rubbing softly to dissuade the tension, “Sebek already gave you the answer you needed, the humans will forget soon enough, lets wait until the rumors die down.” But as Lilia raised his eyes to Sebek, he clearly tried to send him a message through his gaze, don't let this grow further.

– 

Idia feels like he is a breath away from breaking down, this was not supposed to be happening! But the poll on his screen mocks him of any possibility of this being a dream. 

Epel was the type of omega alphas would drool for, Idia knows that! He has a pretty face, big doe eyes to die for, and the softest voice ever, this is if any alpha was able to look past his behavior. Still, Idia didn't need this fact rubbed on his face like this. Is omegas like Epel your type? Wouldn't you rather go for the tall, nerdy omegas?

“Ortho, is this true?” he asked the moment his brother came into view, pointing at his offending screen. 

“No, big brother, none of them are dating the prefect.” Ortho reassured, gently guiding the uneasy omega to his nest, “It was so entertaining to see the group infight,” he laughed, “but I can delete the poll if you want, and investigate who was the instigator!” 

“Go look for who started the rumours,” Idia stood up again, looking more determined than ever, glaring at his computer as if it had personally cursed his entire bloodline, “I will deal with the poll myself.” 

– 

Not far from there, the VIP room from Mostro Lounge was in pure chaos, the wafting odor of stressed omega swallowing it whole. Azul couldn't believe this, he didn't trust any of the first year students in his dorm, which meant he didn't have a way to keep a close eye on you, unlike some of the other dorm leaders.

Right now, he regretted it, because he had no way to easily obtain inside information of your group. 

Azul quickly sent Jade and Floyd to investigate, perhaps meaning they would eventually disturb you, but he had no face at this moment to ask you himself. 

He would rather die than lose face in front of you.

–

“Jamil!” Kalim yelled for friend, rushing through the halls until he found who he was looking for. Jamil looked less than pleased, aware of the rumours and what this meant for the rest of his day, meaning he would spend it comforting Kalim, “Are they really dating one of them?” 

Kalim was on the verge of tears, red rimmed eyes almost overflowing, he was barely containing himself. Jamil's only solution was to guide him back to his room and hope his nest would be enough to calm the other boy down.

“What do they have that I don't?” the omega lamented, falling face down in his nest.

– 

At the other side of Sage Island, things were not faring better for the omegas the prefect had previously met with. 

When the omegas from RSA met the mysterious, but kind, prefect from NRC, one who treated them equally and generously, they never assumed they could possibly be already spoken for. In hindsight, maybe it was a precipitate assumption, courteous alphas were hardly ever single. 

Inside his room, Neige, who had thought he found his knight in shining armour, couldn't believe the rumours that grew more and more - at one point, some people even mentioned that maybe that alpha was actually dating the five omegas at once. For him, you both meeting was the universe moving to push soulmates together, fated to be with each other for eternity, until death do you part. So Neige thought this was all a big misunderstanding, one that you would fix before coming back to him, a challenge you must surpass as destiny laughs at your faces. 

Minajael sighs in disappointment, because of who he is, his position as an heir, he'd assumed from a young age that he would never find love, settling for whatever arranged marriage his father found appropriate. When he met you, Minajael thought that it was finally time to properly fight for his freedom, decide who he wanted to marry… He couldn't simply accept this, he needed to confirm with you before making any hasty decision. With the skill of someone who had done this many times before, he sneaks out of RSA, making his way to NRC. 

As for Rielle, the boy was heartbroken, refusing to speak with anyone. He had buried himself under his nest, playing with the little land trinkets he had collected mindlessly. Rielle had many dreams in mind, ones of freedom, travelling the world, and love, and though he was able to achieve most of them, it still hurt when something was suddenly ripped away from his hands. 

The only person who could guarantee sneak into NRC without anyone noticing, Chenya, was nowhere to be found.

– 

“So, you were the one who started this.” Vil was terribly annoyed, he couldn't believe the traitor was right by his side. However, he didn't know to what extent he was able to blame Rook. 

It was supposed to be innocent, when Rook stopped your group when you were hanging out at the school's courtyard, proclaiming, “Ah, look the lovely image you make, truly, love can be found in any shape or form, I yearn for more people to be graced with this sincere bond you share!” 

And passersby misunderstood his words for romantic love, wondering which omega had bagged the fine prefect. 

“Still.. it seems unlikely that you're the only storm in this school.” 

– 

At Heartslabyul, Riddle felt all kinds of emotions, relief, confusion, surprise, anger. He couldn't believe Chenya was whispering these rumors around! 

“Can you blame a guy? A seed was planted and perhaps someone needed to water it, nyan!” Was the last thing he said before disappearing.

Sagging his shoulders, Riddle released Ace and Deuce's head. At the very least, now he was sure both omegas weren't lying and backstabbing him. Riddle would like to say he would deal with Chenya the next time he saw him, but the catboy was more slippery than what his magic could reach.

– 

Next day, as your group met up again, the same courtyard as always, they found you laughing at your phone, the problems of yesterday barely dampening your mood - unlike the omegas, who had to deal with the pettiness of their dorm leaders, two eels shaking them for answers, and a frustrated Jamil. 

“Oh,” you look up, showing your phone screen in their direction, “Seems like it's widely agreed that I'm committed to someone.”

“Ugh, not again,” Ace complained, but snatched the phone from your hands either way, “Huh?!” 

Which omega is the Prefect courting?

Idia Shroud 100%

[prettyboystories]

OMG YOU ALREADY LIKED IT, IT WAS MENT TO BE POSTED PRIVATELY SO I DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT IT

It was my request for later I’ll send it anyway though

Alpha reader impulse planing their and omegas life together on a pin board on the wall but omega walks in and sees and goes wtf are you doing and alpha getting crazy embarrassed because it’s still early in the relationship.

Uhm I lowkey don’t remember who this was about though so uh yeah….

Headcanons // Pin Board

A/N: Haha oops. Yes, I already read it and I already had thoughts! I was even planning on reblogging to add my two cents but anyway. I just went with the reactions of the characters I felt like :)

Characters: Monoma, Shōto, Katsuki (MHA) Riddle (Twst) and Hoshina (Kaiju No.8) (and a small thought for Izuku, Amajiki and Deuce)

No warnings

Monoma popped up first because I think he'd low-key love it. He won't admit he wants it but he secretly lives for being a main character in his alpha's life.

He won't even tease Alpha for it. He just goes up to the board and corrects the things that aren't to his liking lol.

Mostly I feel that Monoma is someone who wouldn't date someone he isn't somewhat serious about so depending on how vocal or not Alpha was about his importance to them before, this might actually reassure him that he isn't the only one secretly thinking about a future together.

I feel like Shōto can go either way, honestly. I think he could find it kind of endearing if it's more of a vibey moodboard. He'd probably only date someone he was close to in the first place so yeah, it's early in the relationship but that doesn't really matter to him since you are close and want to stay close and that's what matters.

However, if it feels too obsessively planned, like you're making a guideline for how your lives are meant to go for the next ten years? Yeah, he'd hate that. Do not plan his life without him. He's had enough of that for a lifetime.

Katsuki is so freaked out by it.

The thing is, he wants an alpha who will plan this shit with him thoroughly. But that's because a lot of it freaks him out and he needs to know you're on the same page.

Katsuki is someone who needs a very, very specific partner and he's perfectly fine just not dating if an alpha like that never shows up and when one does show up he's majorly unprepared for it.

In the beginning of the relationship he also really struggles to see it as a priority. He'll definitely make you one of the priorities in his life and he does want to get around to the romantic fluff eventually but... yeah, if the alpha seems like they want to move the relationship too quickly or seem overly invested in the stuff that pertains to the outside world specifically he'll definitely either panic or feel guilty for not being able to reciprocate.

However, there is one specific instance of this that he would actually enjoy which is if the board is focused on you two kicking ass as hero partners! He's (secretly) swooning! It calms some of his beginning-stage worries that you'll have different expectations because of his secondary sex and shows off both that you respect his budding hero career as well as that you see your partnership as more than just "dating".

Riddle, the cutie, however, is so touched. He's also a candidate for being relieved that he isn't the only obsessed one haha.

He goes sooo unvelievable red in the face though and tries desperately to find some kind of flaw in your moodboard that he can nitpick to distract him from the fact that you pinned a family of hedgehogs and a gorgeous rose trellis and a guide for how to plant hanging strawberries and he wants desperately to hear the details on all of those.

You probably get over your embarrassment quickly because Riddle takes over lol. But once his flusteredness subsides he's mostly really, really happy that you care so much and you know him so well and that the future you're imagining with him looks so beautiful.

He can't keep a little smile off his face the entire day.

I'm sneaking in Hoshina because I can hehe.

The first impression you get is that he finds it absolutely hilarious. You definitely get lovingly bullied for being so obsessed with him already. What a huge sap he picked.

But he quickly gets a little melancholic. More than a silly, embarrassing thing, this is a sign for him that you're hoping for a future, one where you're both alive and well. He's happy that you still have the space of mind to think about softer, more pleasant things.

He's also glad you reacted with embarrassment since that means you probably didn't do this to crawl out of a pit of despair or something hahahahahahaha... right?

I grouped these three together but Izuku, Tamaki and Deuce? All get really quiet before pulling out their own moodboards. Izuku's especially is terrifying. That boy's got your entire career planned out for you btw.

(I hope this is somewhat what you were looking for<3 :) )

[otomeomegaverse]

Hello! Could you please write something about the Twisted Wonderland dorm leaders having a crush on an alpha who is mute and trying to win their affection? Thank you very much :) I apologize if my English is not very good.

Apologies for the wait! I just love when inspiration only strikes at 4 AM ^^;- Mod Crewel.

Dorm Leaders trying to win the affection of Deaf!Alpha s/o.

Riddle:

🌹-For once he is somewhat glad his mother made him take so many lessons, he is rather fluent in ASL so he can communicate with his crush! He practices so that he can be fluent in conversation with the Alpha, helping them with classes and acts as a bit of a tutor for them, making sure they understand the material. 

🌹- His feelings grow stronger every time he is near the Alpha and can't help but feel closer than ever to them, he finally gets the courage to ask them out by signing to them "Do you want to have tea with me?" One day. The look of surprise and relief when the Alpha signs "I would love to." sends Riddle's heart a flutter he hopes that this will be the beginning of a beautiful courtship.

Leona:

🦁- He doesn't really think much of the Deaf Alpha, that is until he finds a couple Delinquents causing them trouble. The Omega growls and scares the troublemakers away before helping the Alpha up. He doesn't understand ASL but he does know how to text. He exchanges numbers and makes sure that the Alpha is at least alright.

🦁- Of course Leona doesn't think much, he was just stopping some Jenks from messing with someone, but he admits he is surprised to see the Alpha so athletic. During phys-ed, he watches the Alpha run around and keep active just as well as those who can hear. After class Leona texts and asks if the Alpha wants to train for Magift together, nearly dropping his phone when they answered "Sure, it's a date!" … was it a date? If so, Leona wasn't gonna complain.

Azul:

🐙- When he finds out there is a deaf student on campus, his first thoughts are to make a deal with them to restore their hearing, perhaps in his favor. Though when he finally lays eyes on the Alpha, he just can't bring himself to act so selfishly.

🐙-Instead he spends his time learning sign language and attempts to communicate with the Alpha that way. The two become fast friends and before long they are spending more time together rather than apart. So courting was almost entirely skipped, not intentionally mind you! It just kind of clicks and both Azul and the Alpha realize that they are now a dating couple.

Kalim:

🦦-Kalim, bless this Omega's heart. When he first meets the deaf Alpha he is a little concerned that maybe he already upset them somehow, only to find out after tapping their shoulder to ask a question that they just aren't able to hear anything. This concerns him even more, wondering how he could make friends with the Alpha until Jamil suggests trying to lean Sign language.

🦦- Kalim practices sign language and actually kind of finds it fun, it has a lot of movements and different ways to express yourself! When he is confident enough in his abilities, he goes to the Alpha and asks them to eat lunch with him, to which the Alpha happily agrees. The Alpha does question if it is a date, and Kalim gets a little flustered. … I mean he didn't say "no"~

Vil:

🪞-He is quite shocked at first, with Vil being an actor and performer, he couldn't imagine losing such an important sense like hearing. He does find the Alpha on Magicam and decides to message them one day, first mentioning how he knows they go to similar classes, and when if they may be able to meet up. The Alpha is nearly floored when Vil messages them, responding and eagerly replying yes to meeting up.

🪞- Vil finds himself pleasantly surprised by the Alpha, learning about their likes and dislikes, how they have adapted to their condition and how they still enjoy watching the performing arts, even if they can't hear what actors are saying. Vil invites the Alpha to a few special screenings whenever he is cast for a show, and ensures that there are subtitles… Needless to say he finds himself infatuated with this Alpha soon after.

Idia:

💀-Idia is at first relieved that the Alpha can't hear his muttering and mumbling, but that soon turns into "Wait- if they can't hear me then… what are they thinking of me?!" He gets a bit of panic and is torn between trying to confront the Alpha and ask them, or just sitting by and doing nothing. Ortho urges Idia to attempt some form of communication, the latter opting to just use the internet to chat with them.

💀- The Omega is relieved and thrilled to find out that the Alpha enjoys playing online games, even joining in a couple of Coop games with Idia. He finds himself getting excited when the Alpha is online, and makes sure his game is multi-player before inviting them. The Alpha contacts Idia after a few weeks and invites him to join them at a convention. Idia's Otaku heart is about to explode, he immediately replies yes and starts asking about cosplay ideas… Wait is this technically a date-

Malleus:

🐲-The Fae is curious about this Alpha, they cannot hear, and yet they are completely unbothered by it… He wishes to speak with them somehow, giving Lilia a letter to hand to the Alpha. After Lilia delivers the note to the Alpha, Malleus is surprised that he even got a reply back! Most in the school wouldn't even dare to read a letter from Malleus, let alone reply.

🐲-The two exchanged letters, developing their friendship, sharing stories and learning about one another. Malleus wonders if the Alpha would be alright with accompanying Malleus on one of his nightly strolls… The Alpha is first to ask the Omega out however, visiting Diasomnia one day and signing if Malleus would like to go stargazing one night. The Fae prince almost immediately began planning a wedding the second the Alpha left to prepare for their date.

[sasahuaa]

Vil, Riddle and Idia with an alpha who doesn't suppress his reactions

Repost

male!alpha!reader; omega!characters; sfw

Vil befriended a strange alpha, this is a fact he became used to.

He doesn’t act like other alphas, is prim and proper, caring more about other’s boundaries than establishing his own, and never tried to use his alpha voice. Vil thought this was impossible, he is used to alphas since his childhood trying to make him submit by abusing pheromones and talking roughly, now, the omega would be surprised if this alpha even knew how to use his alpha tone.

Then he noticed, this weird alpha doesn’t know how to act like an alpha at all! But this sincerity and gratifying personality is something he must protect, one that should not be tainted by any cost.

As such, he placed you under his wing, treating you like a rose who needs special care to blossom. This responsibility, however, comes along with the foul mouthed beast companion that is always by your side.

But as Vil would learn shortly after, looking after Grim came with its own benefits.

This alpha purrs.

Vil discovered this when you were brushing Grim's fur with the hair oil Vil handed, giving the beast a pleasant scent. Grim promptly fell asleep in his lap, snoring loudly, and the boy, as carefully as ever, caressed a spot behind Grim's ears, purring delightedly at the one he calls his own. 

As Vil watched both of them, he almost wanted to scold Grim for interrupting the lovely noise, but he knew that this would only make you stop and release an unhappy puff. The sound traveled through the omega's body and made his spine shiver, the flutter in his heart giving space to a quick beat. 

He needed to find a way to make this alpha purr for him.

In a turn of events Riddle would never understand, the Prefect of Ramshackle, a boy who seemed quite lost in this world and its rules, became protective of him.

It's quite perplexing, watching someone so willing to learn the Queen of Hearts rules, and sticking to his side in every decision. After some sessions going over the rules, he confided something to Riddle: attaching himself to rules of an unknown place grounded him, made things appear real instead of a walking dream, and the scoldings that Riddle gave whenever he made a mistake brings him back to earth.

And Riddle understands this feeling very well, rules are what made his life, perhaps not for the same reasons as yours, but the omega is happy that you somehow matches his feelings.

Although not everyone gets it. Changing his ways wasn't enough for some students, turning the omega a target of gossip behind his back, lamenting that softening his blows wouldn't change the past. 

To Riddle's surprise, the one who took most offense to his image being smeared was the boy he began to spend the afternoons with. Sharp words were exchanged, a growl so animalistic that made the small beta tremble in his feet, and the alpha jump surprised by the sound that escaped him. Riddle couldn't take his eyes away from the scene.

The omega within him felt delighted that his potential mate was protecting him.

Flustered by his own thoughts, Riddle turned his head. He never thought of this, alphas, females or males, weren't on his mind, never considering what he may be looking for in a partner. But this awakening feeling, seeing someone putting themselves out to defend him…

Riddle now could understand all the fuss about love. 

It's not a secret Idia hates to be the center of attention. The eyes on him makes his skin crawl, with the sensation he would have a heart attack anytime soon. 

“You get that, don't you?” He rambled non-stop, the clock ticking and the more the time comes closer to his presentation, the more agitated Idia gets, “I can't do this, time-out, I need a time-out!” 

The alpha quietly listened, rubbing Idia's shoulders like it would bring him out of his stupor. Idia lately have been confiding a lot in him, trusting the alpha from another world who had zero experience with his nature. 

Maybe it was the ingenuity that made Idia come closer to the alpha who forgoes instincts.

Most of the time he never knew how to help Idia, instead, offering an ear and grounding hands. Today, unbeknownst to the alpha, he made the exact thing that would calm him down. 

Idia heard a slow rumble, the sound coming from the person before him, he raised his hands, touching the place above his heart and feeling the vibration at his fingertips. The alpha, seemingly beginning to notice that his body was reacting to calm the omega without his command, almost stopped the action, then let himself freely rumble as Idia looked hypnotized with his rumbling, the omega purring in response.

What was worrying him before became white noise. 

[sasahuaa]

Omega riddle who makes up a fuck Ton of rules/exaggerate the rules just for your attention, he wants you in his nest NOW but doesn’t want to say it upright

Ruler of your heart

When faced with an eager inner omega who holds a determination that could rival the Queen's herself, Riddle's only alternative is to comply to his whims.

gn!reader; alpha!reader; sfw

When Riddle enforced the rules on you for the first time, he felt enlightened. 

“Rule 703, whoever comes in 2nd place during a croquet match must serve tea to the queen the next day.”

You had spent an afternoon in Heartslabyul, an esteemed guest who always seemed to orbitate within the dorm surrounded by roses. After climbing the way through the ranking of a croquet game, you unfortunately lost against Ace, the other boy cheering for his victory while you moaned how you could lose to Ace of all people. 

Still, you ultimately accepted defeat, stating that a rule is a rule, and the next day you dutifully visited the dorm once again, serving Riddle's tea under his unwavering gaze. 

Something roused within him. It awakened in the way your downturned eyes focused on spilling the tea into the teacup, hunger growing as you gave a satisfied sigh when you filled it to perfection, and attentively kept its concentration as you elegantly put the sugar cubes into his tea. 

Riddle's inner omega clawed at his chest with want, teeth aching with desire to bring the alpha to his nest. He could barely contain the pheromones from taking a deeper, sweeter tone, forcing his omega instincts to submission. 

Even if he was in a losing battle with himself, Riddle settled on an idea, one he hoped to not regret later.

₊˚⊹♡

Riddle's first try at pushing the boundaries came very soon. 

Crewel's new assignment required roses as reagents to a potion, however, the greenhouse seemingly went out of them after countless students raided its bushes. Knowing about your teacher's tendency to deliver merciless punishments, you resorted to picking some from his dorm. 

“Rule 228, you must not pick flowers from the gardens on wednesdays.” Riddle caught you redhanded. A brief look of surprise crossed your face before being replaced with shame. 

Riddle couldn't fault you for not knowing the queen's rules, not when you weren't part of his dorm, still, he appreciated that you tried to be as respectful as possible when coming to Heartslabyul. 

You hugged the flowers to your chest, already being too late to retrace your steps, “Sorry, Riddle, how can I make it up?” 

Being collared, running through the mazes, being charged with the chore of cleaning the flamingos’ vivarium… Riddle could think of many alternatives to punish students from his dorm. Instead, he settled in one he knew you would be able to recover from soon, since the next day you would be able to pick the roses without the looming rule over your head, even if he had selfish reasons for his choice in the matter. 

“Give them as gifts to your queen.” 

When he walked away from you, Riddle carried flowers that still had your body warmth, smelling of you from where they touched your skin. The omega purred delightedly with the beautiful, earnest - even if riddled by guilt - gift from the alpha, knowing the roses would decorate his bedside table for as long as he was able to keep them alive. 

₊˚⊹♡

The second time, you and Riddle were walking through the rose maze. His heart palpitated when facing the opportunity to have alone time with you, as desperate as his inner omega, who whined discontently and louder the greater the length of time Riddle didn't mention courting. 

You pointed to a little creature you found, asking him what he thought of it. But as he realized the size of the insect, his mouth began to move before he knew better. 

“Rule 434, if you see a caterpillar that is exactly 7 centimeters tall, the discoverer must recite a love poem for the queen.” 

Riddle's face became red when he noticed what had spilled from his mouth. He was about to stutter to say anything, either to take it back, or to stand his ground to hear what you would say, both parts of himself fighting each other. 

The final decision didn't come from him, but from you. Who charmingly gave a sweet smile, followed by a thoughtful humming sound, thinking deeply about what you should recite for the queen. 

You told him about a man falling in love at first sight, a sweet, gentle girl being the beholder of his heart, made to be a wife. How young love is bittersweet, because the man was never fit to marry her in the eyes of her family, but through winter, summer, autumn and spring he never gave up on his love. Till death do them apart. 

“If love can last for an age, why the need to stay side by side, day and night?” you finished, but when Riddle wasn't able to understand why you'd think of this love poem, you completed, “Well, I like stories when couples prove they want each other through thick and thin, being able to love one another even when life throws rocks at them. Even from a distance, after the couple was separated by the gods and could only meet once a year, their love remained unaffected, because it was true.”

“Do you think distance is proof of love? I don't like the thought of being separated from the person I fancy-” Riddle cut himself, staring wide eyed as you thoroughly analyzed his words, but commented nothing about his slip besides a little shake of your head. 

“You take everything so seriously, even love poems.” you laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him gently to continue your walk through the maze, “It means that I believe I could do anything for the person I love.” 

And about that, Riddle could only agree. 

After all, breaking rules has always been a boundary he wouldn't cross over, yet, here he stands, twisting the queen's words in favor of your attention. 

₊˚⊹♡

By the third time, he had called you to his bedroom, ardently waiting for you from his nest. Riddle's twist in rules escaped easily from his throat, no fumble, not even the lingering shame.

“Rule 26, the closest alpha to the queen must be in the queen's nest on the 7th day of every month.” 

Riddle stated those words as if they were facts, with the same voice tone as someone would talk about the weather, despite twisting and making rules inside his head to lead you to a self-serving objective. 

In truth, Riddle was shaking with anxiety and enthusiasm at the prospect of having his fine alpha in his nest. He made all the preparations to have company through the day, cleaned his room until the floors were shining, double checked the conditions of the roses you gave him before, as they continued being as red as they possibly could under his dedicated care, and chose the softest, warmest material he could find for his nest. 

Everything was ready, only missing the alpha themselves. 

And as you gave a slight nod in agreement, Riddle had to contain himself once again before he started to scent you whole, omega pheromones begging for the alpha to notice his need for courting, short of only raising a banner that said “Available for you!”  

Riddle's eyes dilated when he saw you stepping into his nest, wide eyed with eagerness. You settled yourself before him, picking his wrist in your hands to softly trace his scent marks with your fingers. Riddle shuddered, nearly falling face first in your hold.

“Riddle, you know you don't need to change the rules to have my company, right?”

The words washed over him like cold water with ice. You knew. How long have you known? Why only talk about it now? Why would you go along-

“Shh, you're panicking.” With renewed pressure on his glands, you grounded him, bringing his eyes to focus on your face once again, only to look away in shame shortly after. 

Riddle was rendered to clean his throat, deflecting from the real problem, unsurely voicing “Prefect, you must know it's entirely unacceptable to make an omega's nest an unsafe space, bringing up outside circumstances.” 

“Oh, I assumed because this is your safest space, you would be willing to talk about it here.” You moved your hands up, caressing his arms with care, like he was a treasure to behold, “Besides, you know that I'm not angry. I did what I thought would make you the happiest, I consider your rules just as important as the queen's rules, if not more, rest assured.” 

Riddle was left speechless once again, you went along with it because you wanted to make him happy? He had to hold himself back from chirping, but couldn't prevent the unstable purr from escaping his chest. With shaking palms, he reached out to you, holding your shirt tightly in his hands. 

“You don't need to apologize,” You secured before he could properly ask for forgiveness for trying to deceive you, “I thought it was endearing.” 

He blushed, a heat growing from his chest, to face, to ears. Riddle thought he was about to die of shame, if he didn't want to hear more of your sweet words, even if it was for the sake of his own detriment.

“I won't do this again.” He promised, mostly to not dishonour himself more than he already had. 

“Hm, being direct with what you want would be welcomed.” 

With that, he crumbled, hiding his face in your chest with a long, suffering whine. He should have assumed you would read the rules once he started to enforce them on you!

[sasahuaa]

Hello! Can I request the reactions of the Omega!housewardens when they react to Alpha!reader being really good with taking care of pups? So if ever they're uncertain if they wanna have pups in the future.. There's their God given sign!

Omega!housewardens with an alpha who is good with pups

gn!reader; alpha!reader; sfw; Reader is not exactly a role model for children in Riddle's; Vil is the only one who mentions adoption, but I believe all of them are very willing to adopt, only those who need a heir, like Malleus and Idia, would put adoption as a second thought, but are open for the idea once the heir situation is settled

Riddle never thought his life would come to this. The peaceful moments that fill him with tenderness, being in a relationship with someone he cared about more than anyone else in the world, friends who he can count to watch his back, as well as trust with his eyes closed. 

Truly, since agreeing to soften up a bit, his life had turned to be better. Before, he would never participate in occasions like this, in which both his alpha and friends chose to invite him to hang out in the local park in Foothill Town. 

The greenery was nothing short of breathtaking, though Riddle would call it far from calm or quiet, the sounds of laughter and childish screams ebbed the air, parents dutifully taking their pups to play outside in the name of enrichment.

As well as it seems, you and Ace seemed quite entertained with a little girl, whose mother was currently resting in a near bench, but seemingly trusting enough of the students to not hurt her child.

“All I'm saying is that I doubt you can hurt me, it's impossible for a runt like you,” Ace teased the little girl, who pouted more by the minute and kept hitting his arms and back. Ace laughed at each of the failed attempts of the amped girl, only seeming to fuel her desire to prove him wrong.

Quietly, you positioned yourself behind Ace, gesturing for the pup on where to hit him and being expressive with the movements of your body. Riddle could only shake his head at your endeavors, but even he couldn't hide his gentle smile as he watched as you encouraged the little one.

The pup spinned her arm in a full circle whilst Ace was distracted from laughing too hard, aiming at his stomach. Ace wheezed, the hit wasn't hard - came from a pup, after all - but the surprise made him fall flat on his face. “Ah! That's how to do it!” The puppy celebrated, skipping on her feet to your side and clasping hands with you. Then tightly hugging your leg as she squealed for you to teach her more.

“After displaying such inelegant behavior, don't expect me to side with you,” Riddle said to Ace after the boy looked at him with indignation, he could almost hear his thoughts of “control your alpha” with the way Ace had pleading eyes at him.

“Wha-?! You're only saying this because it was the prefect colluding against me!”

After you manage to send the pup back to her mother, Riddle finds his place back to your side, he moves to take your hand and entwine both your pinkies behind your back, away from prying eyes. 

“You're a bad example,” as always, Riddle was one to support you in public, but admonish when only you could hear it when he disagreed with your actions, “Is this how you'll teach your children how to deal with conflict?” 

“Pups need to learn to defend themselves from mean bullies,” you shrugged and pointed to Ace, not looking guilty in the slightest. Riddle smiled fondly either way, used to the dynamic you had with your friends.

If Riddle was honest with himself, he never imagined having pups on his own, unless his family said it was expected of him, as an omega. It was pressed upon him like a duty, instead of something he wanted by himself. And while Riddle is grateful for his mother and loves her, he is afraid of becoming like her, of raising pups too scared to contradict him.

However, he knows you'd be a great parent, seeing you interact with young ones always brought him inexplicable serenity, and he couldn't help but picture a future where you hold a pup who looks too much like him. Nonetheless, Riddle is assured that if you're with him, then the world was in the right place, and everything would be just fine.

If Leona had to describe what he felt when Cheka was born, he would say he finally surrendered. He doesn't hate the pup, far from it - even if he would never admit it out loud -, but every time he looks at Cheka, he is reminded of the person he would never be; a king in his own right. 

He had already lost when Falena became king, he is aware of that, but he had to relive this experience as his nephew was born, pushing him farther away from the throne. Still, Leona knows Cheka is not at fault, it's their order. 

And as much as he pretends to be annoyed at the pup, he never made a true effort of shunning him when Cheka came to visit. 

As such, his nephew found a new person to adore, you. The brat, since finding out about his relationship - which was not hard even for an airhead pup such as Cheka, considering you reeked of Leona since the early stages of courtship - has not left your side, calling your name and holding you with his grubby hands, asking to play.

And you, to Leona's demise, always accept his requests promptly, like you dismissed him now because you're too busy playing chess with Cheka, the little beast insisted he wanted to get skilled enough for Leona to play with him. 

In any case, as Leona saw it, Cheka would never reach his goal, because you're purposefully losing to him. 

“Ah, you're too good, dear, I don't stand a chance,” you ruffled Cheka's hair, earning soft purrs from the runt. Cheka jumped from his seat to snuggle into your lap - Leona had to take a deep breath to contain his growl, that's his spot! - and received many kisses and happy rumbles from you - supposed to be Leona's! - falling asleep shortly after, still on your lap, too tired from the rounds of games you played together. 

“Don't go easy on him,” Leona reprimanded when he was sure Cheka wouldn't wake up. The little lion wouldn't grow stronger if you were too soft, and his kingdom would be damned if its future king was coddled, “if he wants to learn, then he needs to do it correctly.”

You tilted your head, but looked at him with the biggest grin he had ever seen from you, “Ohh, you care!” you laughed and almost poked at him if you could have reached him, you treated the sleeping Cheka on you like a kitten, refusing to move until he wakes up.

Leona grumbled but didn't try to refute. If he was asked before about having pups of his own, he would say for this person to not intrude in his business. He was lukewarm, the type to say “if it happens, then it happened”, but not truly think of it as one goal in his life. 

But if it was with you… that's just troublesome for him, because his instincts scream at him to carry your pups. He couldn't believe he was experiencing baby fever anytime Cheka insisted on spending time with you.

“Make an effort to answer his calls and messages next time.” you instructed, and Leona was a too weak omega for you, always making an effort for anything you asked.

When NRC holds open events, when student's families and friends were allowed on their grounds, that's the days when Mostro Lounge's profit spiked the most. And with that, many young pups came along.

As lucrative as it is, Azul would also say it's one of the most challenging days of work. People coming and going, giant waiting lines and the occasional customer who thinks their word is law. Azul not only learned how to be patient, but to seem benevolent and welcoming, as well as knowing when to put his foot down and ask for Jade and Floyd to get rid of the troublemaker. 

In conclusion, Mostro Lounge needs every hand they can get from the employees, not only from their own dorm, but Azul snags you and Ruggie for help additionally. 

And as expected of pups and their lack of coordination, it happens that messes were created in a blink of an eye. You, as the angel Azul knows you for, always reassures the pups and the parents before cleaning it. 

“Oh no, what a mess,” you say playfully, already having your hands on the cleaning pad. The parent had tried to stop the fall, and the pup was too startled by the drink spilling on them and the floor, “How lucky the glass didn't break and no one got hurt.” 

“It's okay, do you want to help me clean it?” you hand napkins for the pup to clean their own clothes, while you kneel to the floor to clean the refreshment spilled. 

Whenever Azul saw you interacting with one of those pups, you were always calm and comforting, incentivizing them to fix their accidents in a gentle manner after making sure with their parents if this was fine. Any mishap could become a learning moment for pups that age, you'd told him. 

Azul's heart swayed each time you treated them with care, a warmth feeling pooling in his stomach when you managed to make them smile despite the upsetness the babies underwent with the accident. 

He couldn't help but stop and appreciate when you interacted with a pup, despite a teasing Jade and a Floyd in a bad mood complaining that he is slacking.

Azul wanted pups, but he would only have them with the right person. And you're it for him, he had no doubts his pups would be yours.

It's not a secret that Kalim loves pups, anyone who has ears know of this fact.

If someone is willing to listen, he will gush continuously about his baby siblings, rambling non-stop of how adorable they look, how he always celebrates their first steps, words, and even sneezes. Kalim, also not being secretive at all about this, daydreams about his own future pups. 

A big family has always been on his plans, one to play with and spoil. Kalim already has selected his favorite names and all places he wishes to take them to in their milestones. So if his beloved alpha is good with children, it's basically a dream come true, and he falls even more in love. 

Kalim took you to visit his family home, he wished for his family to meet the alpha he was talking non-stop about. And as was expected by him, you're well received, his father adores you at first glance, his mom can't stop fussing over you and questioning if you're in need of anything. 

Moreover, his siblings may have stolen all your attention from him, completely obsessed with the possible future member of the family. 

As of right now, they lined up before you, waiting for their turn to hold your hands and use your arms as swings, going under your legs to then be pulled up into your embrace. The pups laughed merrily when playing with you, always going back to the end of the line when their turn was over.

Kalim looked at you and saw his future.

“Six,” Kalim looked you seriously in the eye, determined to express how important what he was saying was. It was unusual to you, seeing the usual cheerful omega take the demeanor of a businessman in the middle of a negotiation, or a contestant at an auction. 

“Hm?” you tilt your head at him, gently placing the pup in your arms back to the ground. The kid doesn't release her hold in your arms, asking to be lifted again with the biggest watery eyes you'd ever seen, standing on her tiptoes to try to get closer to you. 

“I want six pups,” he proclaims clearly, gauging if you're on the same page as him, “at least,” he adds for clarity's sake.

Kalim is family driven, he has the will and the resources for many pups. Never once in his life was he ever uncertain about having children of his own, and since you not only get along with his family, but also are good with pups, this only strengthens his confidence that you're his ideal mate. Now you only need to accept his offer of a big family.

Even when Vil chose to give a break from work to focus on school, people from all ages kept recognizing him. 

While Vil appreciated his fans, he was careful to whom he would give more time than necessary, especially when out on a date with you, when he wants to give his attention all to one person. You, after all, are the apple of his eyes, and he wants you to feel special when you're together.

Although he is careful to keep his identity concealed when out and about, it's inevitable for him to be recognized from time to time. And as he walked back from his break at the bathroom and finished fixing his make up, he found you crouched on the ground speaking with a little boy. 

“Is it truly him?” the pup asked, eyes shining with hope to see his idol up close. You, however, are too conscious about how Vil would feel if you revealed it's in fact him, or if you should gently shoo the pup away. 

Unfortunately for you, Vil never instructed you how to act if someone approaches you asking about him. 

“Where is your mother, dear?” you settled in changing the subject, the pup looked around, shrugged his shoulders and he turned the same begging eyes from before at you again, “So, I think we have bigger problem here than looking for Vil, no?” 

The pup shook his head violently, “Not at all, Vil is more important,” and even if you were feeling in a dire situation, this manages to steal a small chuckle from you. 

“Hm, yes, I think the same.”

Vil rolled his eyes, but was fond of his alpha's antics either way, he strode quietly to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder and gaining the attention from the boy. He gasped when he fully saw Vil's face, jumping in excitement but also being careful to not be too agitated and make his idol uncomfortable.

From all of his fans, Vil would confidently say that his favorites were the children, those who carry pure innocence and genuine affection. So when he thought about his plans for the future, he also liked to think he would have one to three pups. 

If he gave birth or adopted them, it truly didn't matter, his pups would grow nice and strong, be educated and respectful, have everything they could ever dream of, with loving and supportive parents - as he knew you would be. 

Vil has strict plans for his life, and he doesn't choose lightly, so once he was certain you were his other half, he also had the conclusion you would be the perfect parent for his future pups. As it's said and done, Vil would never date anyone he wouldn't trust taking care of children.

Idia knows far too much how S.T.Y.X is a gloomy place, devoid of the light and brilliantness of the outside world. 

However, there was no escape from it, S.T.Y.X required workers, with the intent of keeping the outside a safe place to live, their employees sacrificed their normal lives to live under the ocean, hidden from the exterior.

As its people barely went out, it was only fair they built their families in the Island of Woe. Maybe Idia's pessimistic perspective of his birth place biased his judgement, but he thought it was only natural that the pups would eventually be full of sorrow and resentment, much like himself.

Still, Idia always saw you as a greater person than him, because while he usually would pass them by, thinking they would feel better without his looming presence to torment them, you sat with them and let them cry on your shoulder, giving soft pats on their back and murmuring words of reassurance, promising everything would be okay. 

Sometimes, he wishes he'd met you sooner, to have you in his childhood for you to comfort him in the worst moment of his life. Idia always pushed the thought away when it invaded his mind, he isolated himself, you wouldn't be able to comfort him even if you wanted to.

Watching you taking care of the pups twisted his heart in painful ways, as well as brought inexplicable solace to his soul. 

“Can you tell me what happened? I promise to help you in any way I can,” you whispered, almost merging the crying pup to your side. He told you his woes, you barely made a move to get up and immediately fix his problems, but the pup held you back and asked for more hugs, which you easily gave in. 

The thought of pups crossed Idia's mind multiple times, because of course it did, it was required of him as a Shroud and only son able to pass down the bloodline. Although his life took turns he would never expect. 

Before, Idia thought he would carry only one child, maybe from a sperm donor as the thought of a faceless alpha touching him with the intent of getting him pregnant used to disgust him. Then he would love and raise the pup, like his parents did to him and Ortho. Idia would never leave his pup alone when he would be the only one to blame when bringing them into this reality. 

Now, even when he still feels the weight of responsibility, he is much more hopeful. You're supportive of him and are good for pups, in fact, Idia would dare to call it adorable. Looking at you with pups brought him the same feeling of when he pets a kitty, warm and soft, making him want.

Baby fever wasn't a term he'd ever thought he would use with himself, nonetheless, since meeting you, unexpected occurrences became his normal. 

If it was with you, he knew he could do it, and he knew he would be thrilled to see a pup who looks like you and him. 

When you met Malleus in Diasomnia with Silver with Sebek, he was nothing short of amused. 

Reason is, a potion mishap happened in one of Crewel's shared classes, Silver and Sebek, who were too engaged in their own discussion, didn't have enough time to avoid the liquid splashing on them. And as the assigned jack-of-all-trades by Crowley, you ended up gaining the duty to watch over the now turned babies Silver and Sebek. 

Truly, it's been a while since Malleus saw both of them this small and fragile, he had such a nostalgic feeling that when you asked if it was possible for him to turn them back, he denied it and said it was safer to let the effects wear off on its own, enjoying the sight of you taking care of two pups, as well as a single glimpse of a past, a moment stuck in time. 

For someone too aware of his long life, edging to immortality, Malleus has a desire to make the time slow down for the people around him, the marks of time growing with their bodies bringing a bitter taste to his mouth. 

The pups were too small to even speak, Sebek was a rowdy one, touching anything his hands were able to grasp with curiosity, you had to stop him from putting things in his mouth too many times to count. As for Silver, he was quietly sitting on your lap, almost falling asleep with the rocking movements and had a tight grip on your jacket. 

These were the people he considered family, being held and taken care of by his beloved, and Malleus had a gut-wrecking realization on how much he desired for this. 

His grandmother and the council had mentioned to him multiple times that, as future king of Briar Valley, it was his duty to have a child, to not let the Draconia bloodline become mere dust in history. 

A necessity. 

But now, as you're surrounded by baby scent that the pups naturally have, with a rich smell of milk and infancy, Malleus had to hold himself as he grasped how much he needed this. Needed the connection, to watch his kin grow, to care and love them, to teach and hold them. Malleus craved to have a pup and watch as his egg hatched from the love he gave to it, be witness in every step of their life and faithfully celebrate them.

Good thing that, for a fae such as himself, time truly flies.

[sasahuaa]

This is such a fun request, thank you, anon!

gn!reader; sfw

Calling the omega!housewardens mate, as a slang!

Surviving in a world with foreign social norms and second genders is a challenge on its own, but you believe you are doing great! Your friends may tell you the opposite, tease your gullibleness or try their best to save your face, however, you argue you still have your head in place, so surely you didn't take any atrocious step until now!

At first, you felt like you were walking on eggshells, trying to not overstep the lines of acquaintances or offensive behavior. However, as you become used to this world, you also let some slang from your previous home escape your lips.

Surely there's barely any difference between alphas and omegas, “mate” is just a friendly term, and you didn't miss any important cue, right?

Riddle

The steps to take care of Vorpal are ingrained in Riddle's mind, the sequence of brushing, the pressure his horse allows, the tools to clean her hooves, how much nutrients she needs in her food.

It's almost therapeutic, he knows Vorpal's body language and she knows his, creating perfect harmony between both. However, today she was a little bit disquieted, perhaps because he left his routine and brought company with him. 

Riddle found you on the way to the stables, and when he informed his destination, your interest was piqued and asked if Riddle would let you see him taking care of his horse. As of lately, he has a hard time saying no to you, integrating you in his routine silently.

If things continue to develop in this pace as they are, Riddle suspects you would become an even more present silhouette in his life. He doesn't know whether he can approve this or not, you take so much from him, his time, his attention, his worries and opinions, in a way no one else has, frustrating him to no end because he doesn't understand why.

But thinking of turning you away from him fills him with a painful dread worse than a knife to his chest. So he permits you to take as much as you want.

You look around the stable, fussing around the items, chests and drawers, admiring the other horses and, when you decided you had enough, you came back to his side, hands behind your back as you suspiciously tried to gauge his reactions.

“Mate, look at this!” You take your hands out, showing Riddle the apple you got, but the omega is not listening to you anymore, not even thinking, brain cells all working around the first word. You completely lost Riddle. “May I give this to Vorpal?” You asked hopefully.

Riddle gets redder and redder, expression swaying into emotions of disbelief, surprise, anger, and many more he couldn't give them names. “Mate? We are NOT married!” he screamed.

He is not one to keep his emotions in check, and though you are hardly one to get on his nerves, allowing you to act out without dampening his temper, something about those words touched all the right and wrong nerves. 

As you tried to calm him down, murmuring reassurances and saying you didn't mean it this way, you didn't know “mate” was that important in this world. Instead of letting go, he somehow got even more upset.

He is angry because you used words carelessly, dismayed because you put no intention behind your words, embarrassed because he wants to hear it again.  Riddle doesn't know what to do with himself, and he fears he will lose face if you stay next to him for a second more. In the end, he asks to be left alone, hearing a soft apology coming from you before you obliged to his request.

When he is finally by himself, he picks up the apple you left, quietly caressing Vorpal's mane while he feeds her. With a heavy heart, Riddle realized he has a lot of thinking to do, and confront the emotions within himself.

Riddle wonders with what face he will look at you next time.

Leona

“Wake up, mate.” You rudely interrupt his sleep, shaking his shoulders and face until his eyes focused on you.

This scene is certainly a dream, you over him, light coming through the windows forming a halo around your head, your eyes softening as he looks at you. Mate, such a pretty word, uttered by your voice. Soon, if this scene plays out like the rest of his dreams, you would swear loyalty to him for eternity, and lean down so you could kiss his lips.

Ah, what a beautiful dream, with the details his mind was capable of conjuring of your face this even looks and feels real.

“Leona,” you sing his name, “you need to get up, you have to deliver a report to professor Trein today.” 

With just a phrase, Leona noticed this was reality, and he turned to his side with a groan, tunning you out. Probably Ruggie sent you here, thinking he would comply easier with it was you asking, that hyena is not wrong, he feels less bothered when it's you waking him up instead of anyone else.

But as he runs your interaction through his mind again… mate?! Suddenly he is far too awake to return to sleep, giving you a long side eye. 

It's not the first time Leona noticed how oblivious you are to second genders, you treat alphas, betas and omegas the same, not trying to establish dominance over others, nor bowing your head when challenged by a stronger alpha.

Leona concluded you likely had no idea what you were talking about. But maybe… if he played this right…

“You never think before speaking, do you?” Before you could complain, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you until you fell on top of him, snaking his arms around you so you wouldn't escape. “Do you have any idea how much power your word has?” 

“What are you talking about, Leona?” your voice is muffled in his chest, still struggling against his hold.

Leona hummed, “Call me that again.” 

“Call you what? Mate?” Leona voiced his agreement. “Why?” 

He huffed in indignance, shaking his head, you are truly out of this world. “Try to find out by yourself,” he said.

He doesn't ask you to explain, he simply assumes mate has a different meaning in your world, but he also refuses to correct you, scheming so you will take much longer to discover its meaning. 

Leona does, however, warn you to not call anyone else mate, only him, if you don't want any other misunderstandings happening. Alas, he also ponders how many people will think you both are an item before you realize the meaning of mate.

Azul

It's not a secret Azul always aims for the top, desiring to overcompensate his insecurities and prove his worth. Only there's someone, besides Rielle, he designated as his rival, even if it's one-sided and he would never admit out-loud, Riddle. The other boy is never out of the top of the class, with perfect scores and perfect discipline. 

He is an obstacle in the way, if Riddle never stumbles, Azul is always second.

For the entirety of their first years, Azul wondered if there was really a weakness he could use against Riddle academically, anything that would bring the perfect boy to the ground. 

It happens, however, Riddle's biggest struggle is practice. Inexperience to the outside world really affected him, and though he is a genius in theory, hands-on projects are hard for him to grapple with if they aren't written step-by-step with every detail possible. 

That's how, on an alchemy test, Azul finally overcame him. 

He could barely contain his excitement, throwing some jibs in Riddle's way after both checked the scores on the grading board of all second years. Running to his VIP room in Mostro Lounge and celebrating inside his head.

And, to complete his already awesome day, the alpha that stole his heart decided to pay him a visit. Life is good, life is amazing!

You greeted him with a smile, approaching with a skip on your feet, like you couldn't contain your own happiness, expression brightening even more when you see him.

“Congrats on your score, mate.” You cheekily said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

On his joyful stupor, Azul thought this was a dream, nodding his head slowly and a reply of gratitude almost escaping his lips. That was the right sequence of events, his success in life and his alpha, both belonging to him.

But like a bucket of cold water being thrown over his head, Azul realized this was reality. You called him mate, mate, him! 

All of the sudden, his heartbeat skipped plenty of beats, for a moment he even thought his heart stopped and his soul transcended to the arms of the Seven. Was this a sign? Were you expressing your undying love for him, and asking him to be yours for eternity? He is all in for it, he assures you! You just got Azul completely unprepared! He needed to rehearse his phrases first!

Azul noticed he probably should answer you, as your expression gradually turns into one of concern, grip tightening on his shoulder and you softly shake him.

“Azul, are you alright?” You whisper, bringing your free hand to his face to faintly rub your sleeve on his chin. 

Ah, he was drooling ink.

“Yes… yes!” He recovered his voice, inhaling as much air as he could, abruptly feeling like the room was too small, or that your presence was too big, he decided later to add one more thing, hardly having enough breath to mutter the word out, “... mate.” 

You made a sound of approval, guiding him to the couch and wordlessly motioning him to sit. Unknowingly to Azul's current suffering, you fill the room with praise to his accomplishment and chatter of your day.

From one side of the couch, one person thinks that their relationship grew in status, going over courting unplanned, needing to heed the alpha back to the proper steps, but before that, calm the resounding heart inside his chest. On the other side, a clueless person who doesn't know what chaos they brought to themselves, thinking only how they successfully got the decorous Azul to say an informal word.

Neither knows who will realize their mistake first.

Kalim

Kalim has been floating on his feet lately, Jamil blames you for making his job harder. He looks out for you, invites you to his dorm everyday, and never tries to defuse the rumours about your relationship. You are very close, why would he undermine your relationship? 

Even through Jamil's protests, Kalim rushes to you, he can almost feel it already, spending the afternoon together, both of you in his nest while talking about anything and everything. He finds you on your path to the cafeteria, looking as radiant as always, like an angel that came from the heavens to bless his life.

Life became even better after meeting you, he hopes that your relationship flourish and last for the rest of his days.

You agree to come see him later, like you always do, saying you would go to Sam's  shop to bring some sweets for the afternoon - Kalim fails to mention he hardly ever eats anything that is not made by Jamil's hands, too excited to remember.

Then, you bestow his ears with grace, words getting better one after the other, fluttering his chest like the flap of the wings of a dove.

“See you later, mate.” You wave him goodbye, Kalim nods dumbly, not even getting the chance to reply.

Mate, mate, mate!

Kalim has a skip in his steps as he makes his way back to the dorm, dreamy eyes as he imagines both of you in the future, happily mated, building your life together in his family home.

The more he thinks about this, the more stupified he is, mates! So that's what he wanted all along! That's the feeling he wasn't capable of naming just yet!

He never asked what you meant, wistfully retelling Jamil what happened. He is giddy for days, smiling at nothing, laughing unprompted, and overall at cloud-on-nine, writing your names together in the corners of his notebooks and planning the gifts of your courting.

Everything was just right.

Except maybe you, who received an angry Jamil on your door, asking you to never call anyone else mate.

Vil

Vil won't accept anything short of a proper courtship, so when an alpha finally caught his eyes, he got to plan step by step what entails your future. He is not one to accept staying by the sidelines, so once he is sure of the eligibility of the alpha he desires, he begins his moves.

The omega can't deny the taste of victory he feels when he was able to snag your afternoons for dates - for now, study dates, but soon-to-be romantic dates.

The library was already a familiar place for Vil, but now he feels he could even point out the most imperceptible of cracks and where it is most likely to accumulate dust. All because of the slumped figure on his side. 

He tries to not be too hard on you, Vil is aware that he is perceived as overbearing by some, after all. Still, he can barely tolerate your posture, gently touching your upper back until you leaned into his touch, fixing yourself. His hand lingered for a little too long, enjoying the pleasing warmth under his palm.

However, propriety deemed what was acceptable between friends and lovers, and he can't scare you too soon. Not that you really seemed to mind when he touches you.

You released a frustrated sigh, going over the story of magic again, Vil could only wait until you decided if you should ask for his help or not. Emphatically, you decided you should not, looking up from the book to eye him tiredly, with the most suffering expression he had ever seen coming from you.

“I need to rest, mate,” you muttered with a pout.

Vil's heart skipped a beat, but gaze immediately hardened, stupified and looking at you like you would give the answers of the universe. He knew what he wanted, that he was set on you, left many baits on your wait, hoping you would eventually catch them and initiate courting.

But even you would know better than to jump straight into mates, he desires to be wooed.

“Airhead, lost all sense of decorum?” he chastised, he needed to take some steps back and refine you, if you had thought this was appropriate at all.

“Did I get an upgrade from spudling to airhead? So mean,” you laughed, not taking him seriously at all, Vil realized he has a long way to go to fix you.

“Worse, potato head,” he ignored your sounds of protest, placing a finger over your mouth so you would finally shut it and let him correct you, “Why did you call me mate? I know I'm a prize to be obtained, but even you should know you must take the steps to earn me first. Court me.” Vil said like a demand, not accepting any objection.

Your eyes widened, you nodded, then shook your head, then nodded again. You looked scared as you explained the meaning of mate in your world, and Vil was obliged to start another tirade on how you should learn what is the acceptable terms before calling anyone by nicknames, especially in a foreign place.

Next time you call him mate, Vil wants you to mean it and commit to your word, it would be much more pleasing if you said it with intention. Just thinking of it makes him feel smug, soon, he told himself.

Idia

Idia thought he was sick. It's the best explanation he could come up with, and you are the allergen. There's no other reason why his heart jumps out of his chest, he feels a bile coming up his throat, his hands getting sweaty and a shiver running down his spine, and only when you are close.

And he despises how he has to confront the need to run away from you fighting with the want to seek your gaze anytime he hears your voice. It's bothersome, he doesn't know what to do with himself, he never thought he would need to wrestle between two opposite urges. But he guesses only himself can be a worthy opponent for him.

Alas, you make a very difficult case for him. You seek him out, make time for him, remember to bring his favorite sweets and indulge in his hobbies, even when he is acting like a stinky otaku - and Idia refuses to be called stinky, he never misses his skincare, thank you very much!

You make things even worse when you seem genuinely intrigued in him, deciding to learn by yourself his interests and sometimes taking some of his time to ask him questions and opinions. 

“Mate, are you busy?” You voiced behind him, scaring his soul out of his body when he registered that word coming from your voice. He looked back, thinking you would be talking to someone else - no, his heart was not parting in half - but when he did, you were looking at him. He looked back again, just to be sure.

UH?!?!

“Mate?!” Idia's voice hitched, choking on his own saliva. No, no, he must have heard wrong, but when you didn't correct him, he began a charade of words, spilling from his mouth before his brain could register. “Are you out of your mind?! Calling me mate? We aren't even courting! How could you call me that? Me?! Doesn't make any sense! I'll never be chosen as anyone's spouse!” 

Idia only stopped when he needed to catch his breath, maybe you didn't even understand him because of how fast he spoke. But after a long gaze from you, going from confused, to surprised and then guilt, you apologized.

I'm sorry, Idia, from where I came from, “mate” is just a nickname that can be used with just about anyone, I didn't realize it had a different meaning here.

Your apology repeatedly buzzed in his ears until he made it to his room. There, he allowed himself to rage. What a weird place to use such a special word mindlessly! Everyone just calling each other mate? Anyone?! And worse…

You calling him mate did things to him. Ew.

That's the worst part, because he wanted to hear it again, because his heart singed when he was being referred as your mate. And this is horrible! Because you have no idea what being mates mean.

Idia, unfortunately, had some new revelations about himself during your chat today. 

Oh no, he is in love.

Malleus

Once again, Malleus couldn't sleep, head too full of worries and unable to quiet down, and when it became too much, he decided to go somewhere that always brought peace to his mind. Lately, as both of you grew closer and Malleus became aware of his feelings, the prince would knock on your door and - hopefully - be invited inside, he noticed you hardly ever turned him away.

However, as it's late into the night and he wants to be mindful of your sleep, he decides to stand in the yard of Ramshackle, keeping the flowers and fireflies as his company. Malleus would hate to bother you, and induce you to not be his friend anymore. 

But you seemed to have a personal alarm to know when Malleus was feeling down, as you step out of the building and wordlessly join his side. Your warmth transmits to his body and your presence is steading, mentally calculating if you should wait for your horned friend to talk first or be the one to fill the silence. Malleus takes a note that he shouldn't doubt your resolution to always comfort him.

As most of the time, you are the first to do the greetings.

“Hey, mate, how are you doing?”

For you, it was objectively fair to call Malleus "mate”. You two had become close, and you would like to think of him as a close friend, an irreplaceable companion, a bonded soul. Formality is something Malleus is used to, even from his family, so disregarding property could do him well, show him a speck of intimacy.

Even if the word can be used to strangers, that was not something just about anyone could use with Malleus.

Malleus, on the other hand, was caught off guard. A burst of warmth invaded his chest, leading him to think he would spit fire, at the same time that the rest of his body froze for a millisecond, almost flinching.

Even if he wouldn't admit, Malleus is someone who needs constant reassurance of this fragile and wishful bond you share. He was more cautious of his actions than when you met, wondering if you would be able to love him, even when you spoke of your home longingly.

But mates? That's certainly a positive outcome for Malleus, it was what he was aching for, to own you and know you wouldn't leave him to dust. Still, even as his smile turns smug, another worry is born in that moment. He feels guilty.

“Apologies, I must have not noticed the clues of human courting.” This development is too important, he couldn't believe he missed all of your effort, but he must have reacted the right ways if you thought you were already mated.

“Uh,” you answer dumbly, blinking rapidly as if his words didn't register, “Human courting? What are you apologizing for?”

“For not realizing we were mates beforehand.” Malleus replies, thinking of you as cute, of course he needs to apologize for his transgressions, no need to be humble, “I would have acted accordingly.” 

“Of course we are mates,” you laugh, shaking your head at the incredibleness of the situation, “The other half of my soul in another body, this doesn't answer what you mean with human court- oh.”

Malleus nods soundly, unaware of the fighting happening within you. You never thought any of Ace and Deuce's classes on “how to not be a dunce alpha” would be necessary, you are plenty respectful of people! The only thing you got from it was “don't be an asshole with omegas”, now you are thoroughly lost on what you have done.

“Malleus, what does being mates entails?” You ask tentatively, hoping to not upset the omega.

“That we are each others’ forever, of course.” 

[sasahuaa]

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.