#omega!vil

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.

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

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.

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.

A gentleman!

Being omegas at an international school, they're no strangers to disrespectful alphas. Although they can handle themselves perfectly well and aren't afraid to put any alpha in their place, they certainly don't mind when you step in on their behalf.

tw: harassment towards the omegas (Cater, Vil and Idia), bigotry

male!alpha!reader; sfw; Thank you @lovely-riri for the help; I altered the request a bit to reader defending them, since my alpha reader has always been respectful and it's kinda implied they don't get along with this kind of alpha

The Queendom of Roses, though still having citizens with conservative views towards omegas, holds great respect for omegas and their autonomy;

Though rare, Trey has heard all kinds of comments about his designation, NRC didn't show him anything new; 

Trey has heard all the grumbling from alphas when he and Riddle took the highest positions within the dorm, students unbelieving that omegas were their superiors; 

Most of all, those alphas hated being ordered around by him, in his first month as a Vice Housewarden, alphas did their utmost to escape their duties, purposefully failing their tasks;

It took a lot of “Off with your head!” until they learned their lesson;

Still, Trey learned how to corner them, force them to comply to what he said with false words of comfort and a gentle tilt of his neck;

So it was a big surprise to him when the new boy from Ramshackle didn't require those tactics to be willing to listen to him;

“I know Trey would be amazing with pups, he is good at everything an omega should excel at!” alphas would call this praise, “But he is so bossy with alphas too, he should learn his place as an omega.”

When Trey had heard you got into a fight - thankfully, only words were thrown, it seems you respected Heartslabyul grounds too much to involve violence, and the other party was scared of whatever punishment would come their way if they hurt you - he was nothing short of worried; 

He knew very well you could defend yourself, just as he was able to handle those comments, still, he feared he would go mad if those alphas had hurt you - even if emotionally;

Still, Trey couldn't help but swoon when you advocated for him, an alpha who is opinionated, yet respectful, made his inner omega feel safe; 

Trey will play modest and say that “you shouldn't waste your breath with those kinds of people", nevertheless, his pheromones would tell you otherwise.

Cater has seen all kinds of alphas in his lifetime, since his family is always moving from place to place;

He has seen the courteous, as well as the repulsive;

If any comment was made towards him, he knew how to ease the tension by diverging the attention from the alpha away from him, or making himself seen agreeable; 

Cater knew it was unfair that he needed to learn how to act so alphas don't escalate the situation, but he did whatever he could to keep himself safe; 

Perhaps because he was willing to play along with the alphas’ words and make it seen like his ideas was actually theirs, he barely encountered any real danger;

It doesn't stop alphas from being pushy occasionally, like when alphas began to bother him when he is trying to find magicammable places;

He hates when they try to dominate him with their pheromones, getting into his personal space, Cater still handles it with a polite, nervous smile; 

“Such a pretty omega like you, don't you wanna let one of us take you out?”

Cater was tired of hearing them talk about how they would spoil him, give him a good time. He was about to show them a piece of his mind when you stepped in, telling them he was your omega; 

Unfortunately, they only stopped bothering Cater when they heard your words; 

“I'm sorry, Cater, they weren't leaving you alone and I wasn't sure if we would be able to fight against that many people.”

However, he wasn't able to ignore his inner omegas' purrs when you called him yours; 

Cater was all too willing to hold your arm and stay behind you while you dealt with these alphas, like his own knight in shining armor coming to his rescue;

He is aware of your opinions about alpha of that kind, and you made your stance very clear in the way back to his dorm; 

He has always been super attracted to men who stand on business, he thinks it's so hot when you enforce your morals;

Born in Sunset Savanna, where omegas are revered above alphas, and being a prince, Leona is used to alphas referring to his in a respectful manner;

Not to say he was oblivious to egocentric alphas, even though his country has great regard towards omegas, even in Sunset Savanna there are rotten people;

So when alphas tried to make him submit when he was accepted into NRC, he wasn't surprised at all, in fact, he expected this behavior to come;

However, those alphas barely had the guts to critic him to his face, and even if they did, Leona couldn't care less;

He growls and puts them in their place if words reach his ears, but doesn't expect anyone to defend him without wanting something in return;

So when it reached his ears that alphas were gossiping about him once again, what surprised him wasn't their words;

“Leona is a prince… right? He should be trying to find an alpha to mate with and conceive another heir to his kingdom, in case anything happens with the first prince. Instead, he spends his days lazing around and exhibiting that horrible personality of his, the only thing that saves him is his face.” 

What shocked him was when he heard that you got into a fight with those alphas, refusing to hear their excuses, justifications going from one ear to another; 

“I'm not a fragile omega who needs to be looked after.” Leona said once he met you again;

Yet, you reassured you knew that, your actions were not only about defending him, but also as a way to stand on your morals;

If Leona was honest, he didn't understand why you gave yourself the trouble, but he appreciated it either way, even when he didn't show it;

Leona won't take for granted someone who stands up for him, he believes that good things happening to him are quite hard to come by, so he also does his best to defend you, unknowingly to you.

Since his debut as a child actor, he became familiarized how horrible alphas can be; 

His seniors thought they had authority over him, inconsiderate directors, and countless offers of fake dating for media attention; 

Vil never needed to rely on them, and he will continue forward in the same manner; 

When he first arrived at NRC, alphas were quick to fall on his feet and try to seduce him with false promises of love, Vil was too aware that they'd try to break him down the moment they had a chance. He has seen it happening with his coworkers, and he is able to see right through them, behind the words of adoration and love bombing;

Genuine respect, without wanting him for his body or career, was hard to come by; 

“Come on, sweet thing, don't you see how much I do for you? And you won't even accept going on a single date with me?” 

Vil would never call himself a damsel in distress, would laugh if someone dared to give him the title, but he suddenly felt like one when you appeared behind him, pheromones flaring and forcing the other alpha to step back; 

He felt like he was your queen, and you his loyal vassal, ready to step in if your queen's comfort was in peril; 

While you made sure Vil was fine, he whispered for your ears only “I cursed his jacket, he will feel as if he is covered by itching powder.”

Vil keeps you close to his side because he knows, out of all alphas in NRC, he can trust on you, with no quid pro quo.

Rook is far too aware what alphas think about him; 

He never had much problem in putting them in their place, be it his rowdier behavior before enrolling in Pomefiore, or his eccentric personality, most of them seemed to be too scared to approach him; 

Be it harsh judgement about his hobbies or looks of desire, most people would do their best to hide their sentiments about Rook, knowing that the omega would go on a rampage about the beauty of his interests, ask numerous, personal questions about what the person liked about him to get their attention, or - if covetousness cross the boundaries of what is proper - a heavy scolding about the displayed behavior. 

But even when most had learned to keep themselves in their place, some opinions still slipped to the ears of the hunter; 

“Rook is a damp to our elegant Pomefiore reputation,” one dormmate said, “omegas need to have casual activities, instead of that unbecoming hobby of being a hunter. With his conduct, no prospectful alpha will ever want him”

Rook thought they were entirely wrong, hunting is providing, and which mate wouldn't want someone who can supply them with anything, food, wealth, information, were all at the palm of his hand; 

It's also a great method for courting, one that he invites you quite often to do together; 

“Prefect, you should put him in his place, you're his closest alpha companion, tame him!”

But his words were only met by a viscerous growl, an irritated alpha tearing this person psyche; 

The other alpha almost wishes he had told Rook directly instead of you, because you criticize his way of thinking and advocates for omegas to have their own hobbies for what feels like hours; 

“Hmph, I don't waste my breath with scummy alphas either way, goodbye, hope to never see me again,” you say, as you very much wasted breath; 

Rook is moved when you stick up for him and his interests, calling the action entirely romantic! How could an omega not keel over such a brave alpha! Non, he won't hear any of your protests, he eagerly expects to see you endorsing him even more!

Idia doesn't like interacting with alphas - or anyone in general, but alphas are worse; 

He feels like they're playing weird games inside their heads, Idia being the NPC they must conquer; 

In the working environment of S.T.Y.X, Idia has seen the double standards with omegas and alphas; 

It placed a bitter taste in his mouth, promising himself that, when he becomes the head of the company, he would hire a better HR;

He is sure Ignihyde is filled with incels, but luckily he'd never went across them, until recently, while he accidentally eavesdropped a conversation; 

“Housewarden Shroud is such a loner, isn't he?”

“I bet he would fall for any alpha who gave him the slightest bit of attention.”

“Ha, I dare you, if you score a date with him I'll give you 20 madol.”

Idia ignored every advance alphas made towards him in the upcoming days, the rare moments he left his room being interrupted by alphas who got into the bet; 

Until suddenly, they didn't even look his way anymore;

Idia was glad that they finally gave up, but it left him puzzled when the previous day they were so insistent; 

“The prefect dealt with them.” Ortho told him, but gave him no other explanation other than that;

“Did the prefect say he was dating me?” Idia's heart almost escaped from his chest at the thought, but Ortho told him no, you weren't willing to lie when money was on the line, “If he did, he could have kept the money, he needs it either way”;

Even though Idia would try to play cool if you had lied about your current relationship, he was afraid of how to explain if, in the end, you didn't court him. The same alphas would call him a worthless omega, unable to keep an alpha tied to him;

Still, he was thankful you were able to deal with them without him being involved. Idia doesn't trust alphas, but he trusted you with his heart, he'd never felt more safe than with you; 

He hoped you would court him soon.

Malleus first experience with discrimination came from humans; 

For faes, omegas, betas and alphas are seen as equals;

Though, even if his people had a problem with him, they would never dare to tell it to his face, besides, Lilia and his guards would deal with them before it reached his ears;

Still, people from every designation were too scared to talk to him in the first place, let alone critic his second gender; 

Yet, Malleus has learned some people tend to have loose mouths, spewing words they wouldn't be able to support when challenged; 

“I still can't believe Malleus Draconia is an omega, and Briar Valley is accepting him as future king? It's a dishonor for a country to be ruled by an omega. If I was one of the residents there, I would die of shame!”

Somehow, those words reached Malleus, and he was filled with rightful anger. How dare this little alpha doubt his prowess because of a tiny detail about his gender?! 

Malleus is not someone who easily gets frustrated, but something about being judged if an aspect he wasn't able to change stroke his wrong chords;

His anger was quelled when he also heard you defended him; 

You made the other alpha feel ashamed, dared him to fight Malleus for the position of king if he was so confident he was better than him only because of the gender he was born with;

Malleus knew he would never be disappointed in you;

Partners protect each other, Lilia had told him, truly, you're fit to rule alongside him as his king.

Like Malleus, Lilia was never discriminated in his homeland;

Because of his age, he not only feels more conscious about how each designation is seen around the world, but also saw the world developing and shifting every change of season;

Only recently Lilia has leaning into his omega instincts, because of the war, then Malleus' trouble with hatching, he never had the opportunity to explore his personal interests; 

But now as an older omega, while learning how to be a parent when he put Silver under his wing, he found he liked to endorse his inner omega and its cuter, homely tastes; 

Even if some alphas disagreed, especially when he cooked; 

“Your food smells and looks like shit,” the alpha told him directly, “omegas belong to the kitchen, yet you can't even do that?” 

Lilia was about to give a snark reply, but you, who had been by his side through the entire dialogue, immediately talks back;

Lilia almost saw fire coming out of your head from how pissed off you appeared, indignant that this alpha believed that's all Lilia and every other omega was good for; 

Alphas, who are so used to other alphas backing them up, eventually left during your rant, in disbelief that you didn't agree with him; 

Lilia is delighted when he learns how protective you are;

“Such a charming prince, aren't you?” Lilia begins to plate the food, pointing for you to take a seat, “Since you seem so eager to protect me, a reward is earned. I appreciate you coming in my defense”

You hesitantly eat a bite of his creation, hard swallowing and opening a big smile, “It's… it's so good!” and cry what Lilia believes are tears of joy;

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.

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.

Other omegas: Riddle; Leona; Azul; Kalim; Idia; Ruggie; Floyd; Jade

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.