#omega!vil

[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%

[otomeomegaverse]

can you do a some headcanons about how the twst dorm leaders react to being courted by an alpha (who they have a crush on ofc)? :) i love your blog btw! thank you so much if you decide to do this request 💖

The dorm leaders and Courting of spells chaos… I love it!:

Omega!Riddle:

🌹- With how he was raised, he knew that his mother would want his Alpha to be someone of the highest standards, so having a crush in NRC was a bit of a risk for him as is.

🌹- But as things were, he had a crush on an Alpha in the school, they were something else in his eyes. He couldn’t stop thinking about them no matter how hard he tried, it was driving him insane!

🌹- But alas, he couldn't do much- Wait. Wait what? Why are you trying to get closer to him? This is a huge distraction- are they listening?!

🌹- His face goes to a deep shade of red when the Alpha confesses they have been wishing to court him for a while. This poor boy doesn't know what to do! Should he allow it? What would his mother say? His heart is saying yes but his mind is screaming at him to think of the consequences.

🌹- Against his better judgment, he allows the Alpha to keep courting him, even though he warns in the end that it may still end in rejection.

🌹- I believe the Alpha will have the final say at the end of their time at NRC when Riddle agrees to exchange promise rings together~

Omega!Leona:

🦁- Hoo boy, he is not one to be easily swayed by Alphas. His own family has tried numerous times to set him up with someone and he has turned each of them away.

🦁- Now when there is a new Alpha on campus, he certainly takes notice. Keeping an eye on them from afar, silently scoping them to see what they are up to, he's actually surprised when the Alpha rejects advances from most Omegas.

🦁- So when Leona is quietly napping in the greenhouse one day, imagine his surprise when the Alpha he had been watching so keenly had brought him his lunch instead of Ruggie like usual.

🦁- He wants to know the other's angle, shocked when the Alpha stated he wishes to court the Lion Beast man. He nearly choked on his lunch at that, he did find the Alpha attractive and was almost even a little flattered that out of all the Omegas going to NRC they would choose *him* of all people

🦁- At the very least Leona was amused, allowing the other to court him as they wished. He teased by saying that he wasn't all that easy to please and would keep an eye on the Alpha.

🦁- So come the winter break, after quite a bit of courting and meeting up together. Let's just say that Leona finally brought an Alpha home to meet his family, and he actually seemed to smile a little more around them for the first time in a while.

Omega!Azul:

🐙- Azul has had his eyes on a certain Alpha ever since they had arrived to NRC. He usually sent Jade or Floyd to keep tabs on them, gain information and nudge them to utilize the Lounge's services of course.

🐙-He always wanted to try and strike up a deal with them in some way, though he always felt his cheeks heat up whenever he got close to the Alpha, or turned his gaze away once he thought they were turning to look at him.

🐙- So when he was working in the lounge one day and saw said Alpha walking towards his office, he was prepared to create a contract and make a deal with him, turning on his businessman tone and readying his workspace.

🐙- Azul nearly spit up some ink when the Alpha stated that he wished to court Azul, the Tweels standing near the door trying not to snicker at Azul's little reaction. He was flattered and honestly fairly relieved that the Alpha wished to court him, stating that he was looking forward to things.

🐙- After weeks of courting, chatting and an official date (along with a potion to allow the Alpha to turn into a merfolk/breathe underwater), he brought his Alpha to meet his family, smiling brightly and holding their hand happily as he did.

Omega!Kalim:

🦦- Kalim has had many Alpha suitors that have attempted to win his heart, though none seemed to meet the things that he wished for in a lifelong partner. Not like the Alpha he had met at NRC.

🦦- He would spend countless nights talking to Jamil about how this Alpha was "perfect in every way" and "how great of a couple they would likely be". Only to be reminded by Jamil that his parents would still likely need to approve of them, which would make Kalim normally snap back to reality.

🦦- Well when Kalim and the Alpha were paired up together for a study assignment, he was nearly on cloud nine, wanting to spend as much time with the Alpha… … W-working on the assignment that is!

🦦- Everything was going well, the Alpha was kind, witty, funny and most importantly smart. Kalim was quickly brought out of a daydream when the Alpha finally admitted they wanted to attempt to court him for some time by now, making his cheeks slowly turn a bright shade of Pink.

🦦- Kalim blurted out a "yes" before the other could finish, apologizing and saying that he would love to be courted by the Alpha, but his parents would need to approve.

🦦- It is a good thing the Alpha is smart, explaining to Kalim that they asked Jamil for help contacting his parents. Needless to say they approved of the Alpha courting their son, and he wished to begin courting Kalim as soon as he could.

Omega!Vil:

🪞- Most Alphas wouldn't even think about attempting to court Vil, he was an Omega who would rather make the first move towards an Alpha rather than vice versa… Not to mention with Rook in the way, most were a little afraid of coming near him.

🪞- Of course there was one Alpha he would make the exception for if they decided to approach him. They were truly the most handsome Alpha they laid eyes on, and he needed to have them as his partner.

🪞- He thought of countless ways he could get the Alpha's attention, doing his makeup more refined, mentioning how he wished for a mate whenever they were close by, even getting Rook to keep an eye out for Omegas who may have been eyeing the other up.

🪞- When the Alpha finally approached Vil, he bad a feeling he knew what it was for. His hunch was correct, the Alpha wished to court him officially, and would do so in the traditional manner.

🪞- Vil wanted to make sure the Alpha was serious about things, stating that he would be keeping a careful eye on him just to make sure he was the right Alpha for him…

🪞- Going forward a bit in time, Vil finally made a post on Magicam, showing how he now had an Alpha to be happy with and a potential future mate. The post went viral within minutes of being posted, and the site nearly crashed.

Omega!Idia-

💀- Someone save this poor introvert… Idia has had his eye on the Alpha since day one and hasn't stopped thinking about them since. Though that's all Idia has been able to do, think about what it would be like with an Alpha just gaming and watching anime together.

💀- He would watch the Alpha from his tablet and through the school cameras. He couldn’t bring himself to actually talk to them though, what would an Alpha like them think about the introverted Dorm Leader of Ignihyde? If anything they might just laugh at him…

💀- Well on a day that Idia was forced to be out of his room with Ortho by his side, he spotted the Alpha he had been longing for so long, of course he couldn't go up and just say hi… they likely already had an Omega of their own.

💀- While Idia was having a self pity party, Ortho was attempting to get his attention, looking up when he finally noticed the Alpha standing right in front of him! Omg! Why are they right on front of him?!

💀- His hair and face both turn a bright link when the Alpha stated they wished to court him. Idia may need a reboot, stuttering over his own words, flustered and unable to properly speak. He finally shouted out an "ok" before bolting off back to his room in Ignihyde.

💀- Even if the courting was a little difficult and lasted near months on end, Idia was happy to finally live out his dream of staying in his Alpha's arms as they watched an Anime series together…

Omega!Malleus:

🐉- Very few Alphas truly knew how to approach Malleus to begin with, the Omega being the future ruler of Briar Valley and all. Not only that, but being the most powerful mage in NRC, having Sebek constantly with him, and his intimidating nature, it wasn't likely that many would come to court.

🐉- There was one Alpha that he wished to be his partner, they were fairly new to NRC, but they seemed so different compared to most. They were fearless in a sense, and were so kind and gentle… Malleus longed to have even a chance to have them as his mate.

🐉- When Malleus went out for one of his nightly strolls, he happened upon the Alpha he had been eyeing, deciding to strike up a small conversation with them. Before long the meetings became more casual and they slowly developed a friendship from them.

🐉- After a week of meeting up and chatting together, the Alpha approached Diasomnia themselves, looking for Malleus. The Omega was more than surprised when the Alpha stated they wished to court him, and develope their relationship further.

🐉- Malleus found this amusing, allowing the Alpha to begin a proper courtship, even with Sebek's protests against it. He was curious to see how the Alpha would attempt to win his heart and hand.

🐉- After their time at NRC, courting further and going on proper dates, Malleus was happy to announce that Briar Valley would be the Alpha's home as well, bringing them home so that the two of them could finally be together and celebrate their relationship nor just as Alpha and Omega, but rather as a true mated couple.

[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.” 

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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.

[sasahuaa]

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

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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]

Vil Schoenheit as an omega

Other parts: Riddle; Leona; Azul; Kalim; Idia; Ruggie; Floyd

hello! i finally recovered from my sickness!! and finally finished this, changed subspace to omeganspace bc i didn’t think the previous word had the meaning that i wanted, i wrote a very soft!vil, but i hope you enjoy it!

gn!reader; sfw; warnings: none

Vil is a very desired omega, from men to women, young to old, alphas, betas and omegas utter his name with countless praises. Though he is popular and has many types of people offering their suits to him, he hardly gives them a second thought.

He is too busy with work! He justifies with the partial truth. Vil is somewhat flattered by the confessions, but subtly scrunches his nose when he feels their intentions aren't heartfelt and merely wanting him for his appearance or fame - which, in his opinion, is very common, he is alright if people think of him nicely, but he can count on his fingers who really knows him.

It's also a matter of his standards; a mate with great virtue, objective driven, earnest and passionate is hard to find. But he won't ever settle for less, Vil may not have personally seen amazing relationships, yet he understands what people are capable of doing for their loved ones.

His papa works very hard and is still doting towards him, during his breaks, sometimes he reads words of support his fans write for him and he admires the thoughtful gifts he receives during fan meetings.

It's not romantic love, but still is some type of love, if only he could meet his knight in shining armor to show him what passion is like…

Courting

Vil felt he developed a kind of kinship with everyone involved in SDC, not only because everyone was focused on the same objective, but also as a senior and housewarden, he charged himself to guide the entire group to the standards he expected of them. Vil knows potential when he sees one, so he has good intentions when he pushes their limits, though many misinterpret his determination to contempt.

This kinship towards you shook from time to time, he respected how you managed the rest of the boys and your words of support were great incentives to them, you were also generous and elegant, his eyes couldn't help but linger on your form as you helped around the house and during practices, the omega admitted to himself that you were a hard worker and admirable for that.

You sure had many qualities that he approved of, but what truly moved his heart was how heroic you could be, of course he heard of you dealing with overblots before, but you coming to rescue him alongside Rook and Epel was the cherry on top for him.

Vil is not one for romance, he does not open himself up easily, much less give opportunities to others, and yet he became quite infatuated with you. He made an exception out of you, and while he never chased for a relationship before, Vil was committed to be with you.

You miss all the shots you don't take, and he lived by this motto his whole life.

This dorm leader is not ashamed to be the one to pursue, though he would also enjoy being equally pursued. It's a matter of equilibrium for him, as such, he tries to nudge for both. Vil is open about his interest, but he hopes that you would be the one to seal the deal.

And what other better way to have your attention than to use his main prize? Vil knows he is an undisputable beauty, and is not ashamed to flaunt that. He begins to wear your favorite colors, his lips are more glossy, his hair up so he can show off his neck, and when he is in the mood to be a bit more daring, he wears dresses, skirts or mini shorts and puts his long legs to use.

“What do you think?” the omega asked, twirling around himself, the dress fluttering and revealing more of his skin “I made a haul recently, if you come to my room, I can model all of my new clothes just for you”

Clothes don't have gender, he thought so since forever, if it's pretty on him then it's more than fair that he will use it. Bonus points if he can make you gawk while embellishing himself.

He loves to see you flustered, might even be his favorite hobby.

Vil also gives you a lot of things, he says he is not spoiling you, that it's because you did something that made you deserve it, though his standards for this in particular are very low. You eating healthy is already an excuse for him to give you something, be it soaps, clothes, trinkets, homemade smoothies, and mostly items from sponsorships that he does not see a use for himself. Between the gifts, there's a lot of diy stuff, but in this case he likes to do it with you. The omega would invite you to come over and make subtle matches of necklaces and bracelets.

And dates! At first he doesn't call it dates, but his intentions are obvious at what he calls “one on one meetings in which we get to know each other more intimately”. Pomefiore is decorated from top to bottom when he decides it's a good day for a date, candle light dinners and fancy food are perfectly prepared for the night, picnic dates always have the most variety of food and the gardens are trimmed to magnificence. Maybe all of this is corny, and yet he wants to enjoy all the kinds of cliches possible.

Vil knows that people like to talk about their hobbies or preferred topics, and he has dealt countless times with alphas in the past that didn't know how to shut up. Although the dorm leader really hates when people talk over him, he finds it adorable when you get excited over a thing you are passionate about, you could be talking about the cycle of life of beetles and he would stop anything he is doing to listen.

Even when it's a subject he is connoisseur of, Vil's answers keep being “Oh yeah? Tell me more”, it's not like he will pretend he doesn't know about the topic, if you have any questions he will answer, but he won't ever interrupt and will encourage you to talk to him. It very much warms his heart when you are being zealous and intense around him.

All of that just to make you fall in love with him.

He wants so bad to hear you preaching for his name.

And he hopes that one day you will talk about him as ardently as your most dearly passions.

Growling

Self-control is a sacred behavior that everyone should learn, that's what Vil believes and expects from his dorm mates. Growling, in Vil's point of view, is an animalistic form of expression, impolite even when justifiable, and as someone who prizes his own dignity he learned from a very young age to suppress his growls. Nowadays, he barely feels the need to do so, and doubts he ever will when he is in the right state of mind.

Vil scolds his underclassmen if he hears them growling, Epel could tell, as he is a frequent victim of his stern gaze. Pomefiore learned quickly to avoid Vil if they need to put out their frustrations, though very unsuccessfully most of the time, as hardly ever anything escapes the loyal hunter by Vil's side.

If he is not in his right state of mind… it's rare for things like this to happen, but if he is close to his heat and he is not using suppressants to control his hormones, you would be able to hear an almost inaudible growl when Vil reads a proposal to act in another villain role, or when Neige gets more attention than him in an add or post. It's a self-deprecation most of the times, that he deserves better, that he can be better, he will seek to be under your care when this happens, but after he turns back to normal he sees it as another obstacle he needs to surpass.

Purring

Vil is not as against purring as he is about growling, although both are expressions of intense emotion, he sees more use in purring than growling. It’s just that he doesn’t see the reason in growling and expressing his anger, disappointment and upset in a verbal and yet uncommunicative way, it’s stressing to both him and whoever hears it in his opinion. But purring is different, it brings healthy benefits for himself, his alpha and, if he ever has one, future pups.

He also knows that some celebrities use their purr as a form of attracting fans, but he is not comfortable sharing it for the world, seven knows what weirdos would be doing with this kind of audio. Vil does have exceptions though, sometimes, when little pups get lost in events he is part of, he will purr away their frustrations until their guardians find them, but he makes sure that there are no cameras or audio recorders close by.

When he is with you, if you are being especially nice he will reward you with purrs, a good job deserves a exquisite prize after all. But honestly, his concept of “being nice” for him is really simple, taking care of yourself? Purr. Going out of your way to please him? Purr. Finishing your assignments so you have more time for him? Epel got jumpscared by the loud sound.

Nesting

Vil maintains a very neat nest, he changes the blankets, sheets and pillowcases each three days, he color codes and also separates by texture. Anytime he uses his nest he tidies it before he leaves, just like his appearance, not a single rumple is supposed to be seen in his safe haven.

As for the people he permits to go in it, not a single person besides himself and his mate are even allowed to see his nest. It's a very intimate endeavor for him, he can understand that some omegas are more catering towards pups and such, like Kalim and his communal nest, but he simply can't fathom the thought of also doing so.

It's not like anyone else was worthy enough anyway.

Months go by into your relationship before he invites you to his nest, he wants to make sure you are the right person before he does. Though he much prefers doing his daily skincare routine on his vanity, he also adores to make you sit on his nest, pull you to him until your back hits his chest and apply creams to your face, sometimes just sweep the brush on your face without any product, a gentle and slow movement in caress while he kisses softly the top of your head.

In all, he doesn't spend too much time in his nest, he chooses to do so when he feels particularly vulnerable or wants a deeply romantic time.

Marking

Vil likes to take one step at a time, because of that, it would take a while for him to properly mark you. He sees it as a matter of protection and privacy, it's not a secret that fans can be quite overprotective over their idols, and he fears that you would be an easy target, being someone from another world and, therefore, vulnerable.

At first, he would make essential oils, lotions and perfumes of his scent and gift to you, it's a disguisable form of marking and can be deferred as simply your choice of favorite smell and barely conclude that it's related to him, as these kinds of aromas have a superficial fragrance. It's enough for Vil though, at least in that moment of your relationship, enough for his omega purr in possession and chant that you are his, his, his!

Eventually Vil gets greedy, and lipstick marks blossom onto your skin. It's unseen in the start, hidden under your sleeves or collar, subsequently becoming more visible, until a visible kiss mark is placed on your cheek.

When he feels his public is ready or that he can't wait for the next step of your relationship, Vil would be more than honoured to receive and give a bite mark.

Omeganspace

He is not one to indulge very often, and this includes his omega instincts. It feels good when it happens, of course, but he gets quite uncomfortable later on, to be so vulnerable and out of control, he feels the possibility of falling out of perfection anytime he enters his omeganspace.

It would take a lot of trust in you for him to permit himself to strip off his senses. But when he does, he is quite talkative. Naturally, Vil likes to show off, and in situations like this he is no different, stretching out his body and whining for attention.

And if he is demanding being his normal self, he is hundreds times worse in this state, you won't get away from his line of vision, and he won't permit you to stray your gaze, cupping your face and snarling in warning if he sees your eyes tremble.

But, as always, even if his mind is filled with cotton, he promises to make it worth your while, you just need to cherish him, treat him as the queen he is, and Vil will deliver the greatest rewards for his knight.

☽ ☼ ☾

“Thank you for coming today, prefect.” Vil opened the door for you, his slender fingers circled around your wrist, subtly pressing his fingertips on your scent gland, he pulls you into his dorm “Your help is greatly appreciated.”

“It's no problem, what do you ne-” you swallow your words, and Vil feels chills coming up his spine.

You look at him, truly look at him, his skin ignites everywhere your gaze lands upon. For a brief moment, he feels too exposed, thinking that the miniskirt he chose for the day was way too short, but an undeniable thrill began to blossom in his stomach. This is what he wanted all along, for your attention to belong for him alone.

“You look stunning” you settled to look into his eyes, and Vil's heart filled with indescribable warmth, he returned a soft smile.

“As always. You don't look bad yourself” yet, your eyes remained averted from his body, and despite the frustration he felt into the very pit of his soul, he rested easily knowing that your focus was still on him.

The longer he spent with you, nudging the corners of your mind to learn more about you, he came to an understanding that you were afraid of crossing his boundaries and making him uncomfortable. Adorable that you believe it would be disrespectful to admire him, even, but it’s quite bothersome when he dressed with intent.

It's no matter, soon you would come around your behaviour, and it would be impossible for you to notice anything else but him, Vil was sure of that.

Vil pointed to a pile of cushions, rushing you to sit on it. He rounded the room, stopping at his desk and taking many lipsticks with him, then he walked to your side, comfying himself on another pillow.

“I am testing new formulas for my make-up, though I am still uncertain which one is the best,” he started, uncapping the first lipstick “can you help me decide?”

“Mn” but as soon as you went to take one of the lipsticks, he swatted your hand away.

“Transfer proof,” Vil played with the cap between his fingers, coloring his lips with deep red “is the characteristic I am looking for.”

“I don't understand how I can help with that.”

“Stay still,” the omega got closer to you, his scent containing a hint of excitement “you will be the perfect test subject” and then, his lips touched yours.

[sasahuaa]

i have been a bit sick for the past few days and couldn’t finish the vil as an omega, so here are some scrapped ideas that i cut out from it for not being up to the concept that i wanted/couldn’t find a way to match with the rest of the story/very specific behaviors, when i fully recover i will post the full piece

gn!reader

Spoiled omega!Vil who hates jealousy, he thinks it's childish and below him, he won't actively try to make you jealous and he expects the same treatment of you, but he can easily feel his blood boil if you even look or mention Neige, he quietly stomps and hugs your arm close to his body in a iron grip.

Spoiled omega!Vil that when he is with his mate, he constantly has the need to remind them that he is right there, touching your body or wearing alluring outfits and make up, he revels at your eyes on him and won't take for granted even a sliver of attention

Spoiled omega!Vil who can be a bit petulant from time to time, if you two fight and he feels kind of daring, he actively hides your keys, wallets or phone so you talk to him first.

Spoiled omega!Vil who takes photos of you sleeping, especially if you are in his nest, he saves all of them in a separate album in his phone, other albums that Vil has of you are photos with him and candid photos of you.

Spoiled omega!Vil who constantly hears that “he is too pretty to date”, he jokes about it with you, asking what you like about him, he won't stop until he feels he had his fill of heartfelt answers.

Spoiled omega!Vil who steals you away frequently, he has a busy agenda, not only his work, but school and his routine of self-care and studies often get on the way to spend proper time with you, so when he does have free time, he finds you quickly and brings you to his dorm or leaves with you to a outdoor date.

[sasahuaa]

I’m very sorry, I know that you have just uploaded Omega Idia’s writing but you have more thoughts about him or Vil? I really would like to know what you think, I adore the omegas and not many people are willing to write for them

Don't feel pressure to respond, it’s fine if you don’t want to. Have a lovely night ✨

i was going to use this as an excuse to post my “omegas dealing with wife plots” bc you know, i am delaying this for six months already and it would be two rabbits with one rock kind of situation, but i thought better i guess, very late response too haha

Omega!Idia is the type of boyfriend who programm websites on special days, he makes those types of websites that ask you questions like “will you be my forever mate?” “go on a date with me?”, but anytime you try to press “no” the button runs away from you.

He will melt if you make a papercraft action figure of a character he likes, literally would place it in a shrine if he had the chance, he can feel all the love in the craft and just that is almost enough to send him into heat.

Omega!Idia is not picky on how you spend time together, he loves quality time, but sometimes his social battery is too exhausted to really interact, he may be tinkling with his projects while you stay in the background, reading most recent updates of books and comics he enjoys, play cozy games together when he feels like not putting too much effort, or more strategic games that require more skill, though he gets embarrassed afterwards if he crashes out too much in front of you.

Since he has an idea on how his future is going to be, he begins to prepare to make space for you. Even when he could hire you into S.T.Y.X through nepotism, he is diligent in teaching you the basics of engineering, however, he could always find another job within the organization for you, if you're not interested in this part of the line of work. Idia also assures you that he is able to be the provider, “let me worry about the rest, you just stay there and be sexy” or so he says.

Omega!Vil prepares little gifts for you, everything he does has a touch of perfection, so nothing better to gift you than something that was made by his hands or had his input during creation. He is most proud of creating scent blockers that are an almost perfect copy of your smell. Vil is not a fan of how open you are with your emotions through your scent, so he insists that you use it in public - he will be offended if you wear it during your private time with him though.

It's pretty hard to choose a gift for him, Vil is picky and anything he wants he can get. He is, however, a great admirer of effort, serve him your heart on a plate and he will forever be trapped around your finger. 

Omega!Vil really wishes to be the last to leave the stage, when he is feeling particularly down for never acquiring his desired roles, he likes to roleplay with you. He will be a prince, and you a loyal knight, he takes hours rambling about worldbuilding and lore. And the final scenes end with both of you living happily ever after, as it should be.

Vil knows the world can't ever remain static, but for you, he wishes that was possible. You are his little world, able to fit in the palm of his hands, enveloped in a little bubble where no one can judge nor intervene, no bad eyes to mouth curses to you. If he could, this would be his forever. At the same time, he has plans to forever be a public figure, where his only obstacle is himself and his ideals, night after night, he thinks how to soften the blow of your relationship going public. It's no matter though, as long as you stay with him, Vil will find a way.