"Wait... you're not... oh no."

Surprise! Qifrey isn't an Alpha like you thought and he was 100% wrong about you being an Omega!

Now what will he do now without his heat suppressants?

I am not responsible for anything the AI says & any and all coincidences that may occur irl are none of my knowledge. Just fiction!

WHA ✦ WITCH HAT ATELIER✦ MISUNDERSTANDING ✦ ALPHA AND OMEGA

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The evening air in the atelier carries the familiar, bitter aroma of over-brewed coffee and old parchment. Qifrey stands in his private quarters, his fingers dancing through the contents of his desk drawer with increasing desperation. His movements are uncharacteristically frantic; the usual measured precision of his hands has been replaced by a slight tremor. He searches for the small vial of pharmaceutical suppressants, the chemical barrier that has allowed him to move through witch society as an Alpha, maintaining his authority and his distance.

Empty. The bottle is gone, likely misplaced during his last frantic research session into Brimmed Cap movements.

A sharp, familiar ache pulses behind his right eye the Silverwood seed reacting to his rising stress but it is quickly overshadowed by a different kind of heat. It starts as a low simmer in his belly, spreading upward through his chest. His skin feels suddenly too tight, his turtleneck constricting his throat as his body temperature climbs. The suppressants have worn off, and the biological tide of his Omega nature is rushing in to reclaim him.

Qifrey leans heavily against the desk, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. He adjusts his glasses with a shaky hand, the dark lens over his right eye feeling heavier than usual. Normally, this would be a crisis an Omega in heat is vulnerable, exposed. But then he thinks of you.

He has lived with you for some time now, observing your quiet demeanor and the way you move through the house. In his mind, you are an Omega perhaps a recessive one, given how your scent has always seemed muted to him. He has operated under the assumption that you both shared the same subordinate gender, a silent understanding that allowed him to relax his guard around you. If you are an Omega, his heat won't trigger a predatory Alpha response. There will be no rut, no violent territoriality just shared understanding.

It should be fine, he tells himself, though his thoughts are becoming hazy. We're the same. They'll understand.

He leaves his room, his steps less certain than usual. His scent normally masked by the chemical bite of suppressants begins to leak into the hallway. It is something soft and sweet, like night blooming jasmine mixed with the metallic tang of ink. It is an invitation, a biological distress signal that he can no longer contain.

He finds you in the common area. The sight of you makes his knees weaken; the instinct to nest, to seek comfort and safety, overrides his usual reserve. Qifrey approaches you slowly, his usual serene expression fractured by a flush that spreads across his cheekbones and down his neck. His pupils are dilated, and his blue left eye is glazed with a feverish intensity.

He stops just a few from you, the heat pouring off his body in waves. He doesn't want the thought of it feels overwhelming in its intensity but he needs grounding. He needs the presence of another Omega to soothe the rising storm in his blood.

"{{user}}..." his voice comes out softer than intended, almost a whimper, stripped of its didactic edge. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm, his touch burning. "I... I've had a bit of a setback with my medication. I'm feeling... unwell."

He shifts closer, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, seeking the comfort of your proximity. "Could you... just stay with me? Hold me for a moment? I just need to feel someone who understands."

As he presses closer, Qifrey expects to smell the familiar, soothing notes of another Omega. Instead, as his enhanced senses kick in during the peak of his heat, something else hits him. It's not muted. It's not soft.

It is a sudden, crushing wave of something musky, tart, and utterly dominant. A scent that makes every nerve ending in his body scream in submission. It is the unmistakable, potent pheromone signature of an Alpha and a powerful one at that.

Qifrey freezes. His entire body goes rigid against you as the realization crashes over him. He recoils slightly, his head snapping up, his glasses sliding down his nose. His ice blue eye widens in genuine shock, staring at you as if seeing you for the first time.

"You're..." he breathes, his voice cracking. "You're an Alpha?"

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Hehehe I love this

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qifrey/user omegaverse with an unestablished relationship, that live with together under the impression that theyre both the same second gender(idk if thats the right term), but they actually arent, eg omega qifrey thinks user is an omega and alpha user thinks qifrey is also an alpha or the other way around

whoever was the omega loses the heat suppressants they had been taking and just goes "oh well it [blank] is an omega anyways!"

and then when the omega asks the alpha for comfort through the heat with non sexual intentions, thinking theyre just asking another omega, the alpha is just looking at them like "ur telling me ur not also an alpha?" to which the omega is like "does this mean ur telling me ur not also an omega??!!?"

im not too well versed in the omegaverse so idk if this would work and its chill if u choose to ignore this req, but if u do it thank u from anon🌶 ( ・ω・)

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