YUMI :3 I was reading Nao’s latest post and in the middle I was like I should send a request to you so HERE IT IS It’s kinda small and short but anyways
Scenario: reader comes over to characters dorm to hang out, and character is just lounging around in their nest so readers just awkwardly standing outside of it and character is just like “??? What are you doing get in” and readers like “can you invite me in…?” Because usually you have to ask to enter an omega’s nest
OH MY GOD THIS WITH LEONA LOWKEY ACTUALLY I NEED IT
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Thank you so much @prettyboystories for giving me the go ahead!
Can you invite me in?
With Leona, Idia, Silver and Deuce
gn!reader; stablished relationship; sfw
Recently, Leona has been feeling a nudging sensation behind his ear, like there's something wrong and he can't quite place his finger on it. This feeling comes anytime he looks at his nest.
At first, he was confused. And how could he not be? His nest is worthy of a prince like him, soft linens, warm and heavy blankets, velvety pillows. There's everything an omega could ever ask for, and that many wouldn't ever be able to get.
But as he dwelled in it, getting more and more frustrated being inside his nest, he became aware of why this feeling took root. His nest was empty.
It was missing you.
There's no origin of your scent, no warm body beside him, no smooth voice whispering what happened in the day and what had made you happy or annoyed. Truly, it's a pity, and must be remedied immediately.
Calling you to his room was not a problem. If you weren't busy, you always came to him straight away. While you hadn't read his message and took the path to his dorm, Leona began his preparations.
Because he was trying to figure out what was wrong with his nest, the base was already set and every material out of his drawers. However, since this was the first time you would see his nest, he began to fix the messy crumples, making the edges look neat. Leona would rather die than let you think less of him.
Though this was a one and only occurrence, next time, if his nest was messy, then it was messy, you knew what his nest could look like and that was what mattered.
He lies in his nest waiting, not even raising his head when you come inside. His ears twitch to capture your reactions, he hears how you almost cease breathing, and the loud thump of your feet on the ground when you stop in your tracks.
When he doesn't hear you moving closer, he starts to get frustrated again, it was like having a piece of gold in his grasp, but being unable to take it for himself.
“Herbivore, what are you doing?” Leona asks, you have your omega in his nest, looking as inviting as ever, and you would do nothing about it? Unfortunately for you, your prince doesn't have the patience today.
“Are you inviting me?” You ask, looking unbelievably stupefied.
“Of course, how could I forget that my alpha doesn't act anything short of proper?” He teases, turning to his stomach so his tail sways freely, “Get in.”
Leona waits for you to get comfortable, after many days, finally feeling like his nest was complete again. He couldn't believe how you affected him, making him miss you even in the little things. You truly make him weak.
“Just use my nest whenever you feel like it, you have my permission.”
Idia couldn't believe his luck, he must be the ultimate king of all introverts, the unbeatable boss who those other noobs wish to be. He almost never leaves his room, yet got the alpha that he desired knocking on his door with promises of love? He lost all his luck for the next 50 years!
Still, there's another challenge ahead, one that he must surpass if he wishes to keep his dream of being a voluntary atticwife - “voluntary” as if he is not forcing you to keep him inside, what do you mean he must touch grass, alpha? Do it yourself and bring him grass inside if that's what you want! If anything, you are the coerced part of this arrangement.
Get his alpha inside his nest, according to the internet, you already concluded all the steps needed before being allowed inside a nest. However, and Idia must emphasize this is a big problem, he needs to be the one that initiates it, instead of you, who initiated everything before.
What if you laugh at his nest? What if you think his nest is improper, that you deserve better and leave him?
Yet, if he wishes to complete the list of “Steps you must take for a healthy relationship, remastered” he needs to do this.
With hard intakes of breath and shaky hands, he waits for you, jumping out of his bed when you come in, standing in front of his nest as you quietly analyse the scene before you.
A Idia looking nervous and shy, if you had to make a bet, you would say he would rather be anywhere else - which feels wrong, Idia would never rather be elsewhere than his room. His body almost stretches to cover what is behind him, a tantalizing nest, piling up with countless pillows, the amount so grandiose you had no idea someone could own that many.
“What are you looking at? If you don't like it just say so.” Idia mutters grumply, feeling dejected all of the sudden.
“Hm?” You shake yourself, since Idia gave an implied permission for you to comment on his nest, that's what you'll do, “Your nest looks so comfy, I can see you chose carefully what types of blankets and pillows you use, it matches you well, you put a lot of effort into it, you did great.”
The sour sensation disappears instantly, Idia puffing up at the praise, he doesn't even try to hold back the smugness. “So, what are you going to do about it? You wanna try, right? You're so lucky that you have a VIP card to my nest, unlimited use.”
Idia walks behind you, pushing you until you fall into his nest with a squeak, not expecting your omega to be so thrilled to have you inside his nest. Inside himself, Idia forgets his previous insecurities, being replaced with the usual victorious mood when it comes to you.
Ha! Of course he is the best omega ever! No one would ever take you from him! You feed his ego so much!
Silver always feels guilty on how his dizzy spells can affect the people around him. It comes in the most inconvenient situations, but also when he feels too cozy. Silver, who already has a hard time waking up on time, feels like he is fighting with himself if he ever tries to wake up if he slept in his nest.
Lilia tells him he shouldn't worry too much, that Silver should sleep there if he's having a bad day and medicate his soul with his cushy nest. Sebek, on the other hand, looking out for him, tells him he should avoid as much as possible, just so Silver doesn't miss anything important and blames himself in the end.
This guilt also prevented him from inviting his alpha to his room, afraid of falling asleep and leaving them alone.
Yet, you never admonish him for his dizzy spells, take care of him whenever he unprompted falls asleep, you are sympathetic about his condition and try your best to protect him in his moments of vulnerability. It's unlike the usual, when he is often scolded for things out of his control.
So he trusted you to see his nest. Silver invites you to hang out when his roommate isn't present, taking the fabrics of his nest out of his closet, building it and laying inside, waiting until you arrive.
When you step into his room, Silver is almost falling asleep, not because of his dizzy spells, but because his nest is extremely comfortable, scented with Lilia, Sebek, Malleus and you, a safe space just for him, hardly used for anything else but sleep.
Silver raises his gaze tiredly, greeting you with a long humming sound and closing his eyes again, waiting for the moment his bed sinks under your weight, so he could wrap his arms around you, hold you in his embrace tightly and sleep on your chest.
But this never comes.
Instead, when he looks up at you again, he finds you frozen by the door, appearing like a deer caught in a headlight. “Do you need anything?” He remembers his manners.
“No.” Your voice is clipped, like just saying a single word took your breath away.
“So what are you waiting for?” Silver turns to his side, waiting patiently for you.
Always so patient and understanding, both of you never had a problem in meeting each other in the middle.
“Could you invite me in?” You wait for a beat, then add, “Feels wrong to just invade.”
Silver smiles lightly, and entirely unsurprised, he should have known his polite and proper alpha wouldn't be one to do things without permission, not one to push his boundaries. “Come in.” He taps his nest, eagerly anticipating for you to lie down with him.
When you do, he pushes you closer, embracing your form as he hides his head on your shoulder. “You don't need to ask, come and go as you please.” Silver continues, because it's important for you to be on the same page as him. “I wouldn't have it any other way.”
Since deciding to do a 180 in his life, Deuce also determined it would be great if he learned more about his omega side.
He let go of the scent patches, stopped buying perfumes to disguise his sweet omega scent with a strong alpha one, and more importantly, began looking for tutorials on how to make a nest. Truth is, Deuce was raised by alphas, his mother did her best to soothe his omega heart during his childhood, when he hadn't realized what being an omega stands for - especially in the Queendom of Roses, where tradition was rooted deep within its people.
Although his hometown was progressive compared to other cities, Deuce couldn't escape from judgement, as he was a hot-headed omega. Hiding his second gender was quite easy, as most residents and acquaintances assumed he was an alpha due to his behavior.
But now - after countless teasing from Ace in the lines of “you have been an omega for your whole life, too useless to even build a nest, dunce?” - he is determined to be the best omega ever! Riddle is the picture perfect honorary student, exactly what Deuce wishes to be, and he doesn't seem to bat an eye to his omega designation.
Alas, he still doesn't want to be teased by Ace or his roommates, his omega senses bristle just for thinking about his nest, his most personal item, being judged by onlookers, and being exposed to anyone who enters his dormroom. This leads Deuce to ask to use your den to protect his nest.
When you come back to your room, Deuce has taken possession of your bed, a mess of linens and cloth made of wool, and your pretty omega inside, fixing the edges of where fabric piled up with deep concentration, barely batting his eyes at your intrusion.
“Welcome back,” he greets, going back to arranging his nest.
You look at him, comfortably sitting in the middle of messy sheets, and then back at the door, wondering if you should leave him be, omegas are very territorial over their nests, and knowing how short-temperamented your omega can be…
Yet, Deuce raises his head confusedly at you. “Aren't you coming in?” he asks, Deuce knows his alpha is lenient, but if you can't even bear to look at his nest, this must mean that he is doing a terrible job, he panics “Is this too bad?”
“Oh, no, I heard that you can only enter omegas’ nests if you have an invite.” You reassure, cautiously stepping in the direction of the nest, but when Deuce doesn't show any sign of discomfort, you take a seat with confidence.
“Really? I'm still new to this,” There's no reality Deuce can think of turning you away from his nest, he's still learning, he still doesn't understand when other omegas say their nests are their most prized possessions, even though the process of building has been therapeutic, but you within his nest feels right, like a missing puzzle being put in its place, “I don't mind if it's you, though.”
“Thank you, this is a very good nest, you're doing great.”
“Don't patronize me, I know it's awful.” Deuce laughs, pushing your shoulder playfully until you fall flat on his nest, matching his laugh tenderly.
“Eh? I heard alphas need to compliment their omega's nest.”
“Stop doing things you heard!”
Deuce actually has no idea Riddle also struggles with being an omega and that he is also learning, Riddle's mother told him it was despicable for omegas to hide their scents so he doesn't use scent patches, but since it's told from Deuce's perspective there was no way I could write this in the scenario