Do you know what Omegaverse is?
If so, how would the girls' behavior change if Songbird was an omega?
I am curious of you thought
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YESSS, I know omegaverse—it's one of my favorite genres in fiction, actually! 😏 Sooo back to your question: I wouldn't say the girls' behavior would change if Songbird!reader was an omega… I'd say it would get a thousand times WORSE. Like, not just clingy girlfriend levels, but 🚩🚩 red flag territory where you basically stop existing as your own person and become their precious little omega to guard, coddle, and keep locked away.
The girls wouldn't even be surprised if they found out you were an omega—it just fits too perfectly with the "songbird" image: soft, sweet, gentle, in need of protection. But here's the kicker—they wouldn't care if you weren't. Even if by some twist you were an alpha, they'd still treat you like a fragile kitten. Do you think that would stop them from babying you? Funny! Honestly? They will force you into the omega role whether you liked it or not, like breaking you down physically and mentally until you were fully dependent on them. As their omega and songbird—Their mate.
And once they had you there? Oh sweetie, privacy is gone. Say goodbye to ever being alone. They'd always be around you, hovering close, scenting you constantly until your nest and clothes reeked of them. Imagine them all working together to build you the "perfect" nest with their hoodies, shirts, and personal belongings, expecting you to curl up in the middle like the little prize you are. And they'd be sooo smug when you finally fell asleep tangled in their scents. You think you're allowed to sleep without Mira's hoodie, Zoey's stuffed toy, or Rumi's blanket? LOL, no.
And let's not even start on how they'd treat others around you. NO man is allowed near you. Period. Other alphas? ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN. On tour, they'd drag you along everywhere, but your "bubble" would be heavily guarded—female omegas and betas only, and even then, they'd set strict limits. Imagine poor Bobby being allowed to hover nearby only because he's a beta and technically "safe," but even then, the girls would shoot him warning looks if he even breathes too close to you. (They don't want you speaking to anyone who isn't them)
Personality-wise, each girl would have her own twisted little way of keeping you weak and dependent. Zoey? She'd sneak behind you to pin you down, tickle you until you cried out, leaving you feeling helpless while Mira swoops in to "rescue" you—only to keep you right where she wants you (in her arms or lap). Rumi would be the softest but the scariest: comforting you, kissing away your tears, whispering how beautiful and fragile you are…until you believe it. Until you need her to feel safe.
And let's talk about scenting. Mira forces you into her clothes so you smell like her, Zoey hogs your nest and refuses to let you sleep unless you're wrapped up with her, and Rumi? She takes it a step further—wearing your clothes, sleeping in them, until your scent mixes with hers so thoroughly there's no way to tell where you end and she begins. You think you can wriggle away? Nope. They'll pin you down, scent you, groom you, stroke your hair and neck until you stop struggling and just melt into their hold. You're theirs, and they'll make you realize that over and over AGAIN.
Going outside? Rare. But when they do let you, they're coming along and it's never just a casual outing. No, they'll dress you up, drape you in expensive clothes, little things that scream "owned." After that, it's straight to the high-end shops—places normal people wouldn't even dare to step into, the kind of boutiques where it's easier for them to parade you around without a crowd pressing in. They'll always pick pastel and light colors for you, never once asking what you actually like or need. Even if your eyes so much as linger on an item for a second, they'll snatch it up and buy it for you immediately, no questions asked. They'd spoil you rotten with gifts and luxuries, but every single item is a reminder of who you belong to. Like a leash disguised as jewelry and a collar dressed up as a choker. They'll smile sweetly as they slip it around your neck, pretending it's just cute—when really, it's a claim.
And then… your heats. Oh, gosh—they would lose their minds. Just seeing you so fragile and sweet, with your pheromones clinging to the air as you whimpered for their touch, stirred a hunger inside of them they could no longer restrain. They know it hurts, they know it leaves you aching, and that's exactly why they go above and beyond to "take care of you." But their caretaking isn't gentle—it's suffocating. They smother you in affection until you cant breathe, until every touch feels like a brand. They don't just soothe; they indulge. They devour.
If one of them goes into heat, they will drag you down with them. If it's you in heat? All three sync up, locking you away in the nest for days (pls do expect for an orgy to happen<3). They'll feed you, soothe you, kiss you, then fuck you relentlessly until your body gives out. Until you're too fucked out, too raw and trembling, too worn down to even think about your pain, your struggle, or the way their hands pin you down possessively. There's no space left for fear, no escape from their obsession. Just their bodies, their heat, and their desperate need to make sure you never forget that you're theirs.
Because that's the truth of it—omega or not, broken or not—you'll always be theirs, and they'll always be yours.
