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Of all things to wake up to, the last thing Tommy expected was a loud crash from the kitchen.

The blonde’s eyes fly open, his wings fluffing in fear. A rancid, alcoholic scent wafts under his door, tickling his nose.

Omega omega omega omega omega omega pup pup pup pup pup pup pup

Tommy warbles at the loud chant in his head, biting his lip in pain. Then, his door creaks open to reveal his eldest brother.

“Tommy, can you come downstairs? Wilbur’s having his first heat.” Techno murmurs, his ears flat against his head.

“What’s that?” Tommy asks, nervous about the loud sounds beneath his room.

“We’ll explain in a bit, we just need you downstairs.” Techno says curtly, waiting for the boy to get out of bed.

Tommy slinks out of bed, his wings tight against his back. Techno holds out his hand, and Tommy takes it. The taller then swings him into his arms, allowing the pup to be enveloped in the clean, earthy scent.

“You know what we told you about second genders?” Techno asks.

“Yeah, you’re a beta and Dad is an alpha, right?”

“Yup, and Wilbur is presenting as an omega right now.”

“Does it hurt? I heard something break,” Tommy chirps, thinking about his brother being in pain.

“No, it doesn’t generally hurt. It can be overwhelming, but Wilbur isn’t in any pain. You know how you hear a voice when our scents get big?” Techno asks as they swing into the living room.

“Yeah?”

“Wilbur’s voices are very loud right now. You’re going to be smelling some big scents today too.” Techno warns.

“Toms!” Wilbur barks, his tail wagging.

The brunette is sitting in a pile of all their blankets, pillows, and a few chairs outlining the odd structure. It’s almost like a really really large blanket fort. It looks really comfy, and Tommy starts wiggling in Techno’s arms. Every voice in his head is screaming to get into the blanket pile with his brother.

“Wilby!” Tommy whines, trying to get to the floor faster than Techno can set him down.

“Careful pup,” Techno chuckles before finally setting the boy down.

Wilbur holds his arms out and lets Tommy collide into him. They lay down in the nest and Wilbur starts thrumming loudly. Tommy can almost feel the vibrations running up and down his body, or maybe that’s just his own thrums.

“Cmon Techno,” Phil says. “Let’s get in the nest before he bites our heads off.”

The two climb into the nest as well, with Phil spreading his large wings and letting his pups rest against them. Wilbur does his best to set both Tommy and Techno on his lap, despite his small stature. He takes to rubbing his neck in Tommy’s golden hair, thrumming all the way.

“You’re very smelly,” Tommy sniffles, his nose getting overloaded with the very strong vanilla scent.

Wilbur whines lightly, his ears falling.

“Your scent is perfect, Wilbur,” Phil nuzzles his son’s head. “Tommy’s just a bit overwhelmed. Remember, he’s a pup and still sensitive to pack scents.”

Wilbur nods, resorting to nuzzling Techno instead.

Pup pup pup pup scent scent scent scent scent

“Why is your scent so big? You aren’t presenting,” Tommy asks Phil, noticing a distinct note of coffee.

“I’m the pack alpha and my pup just presented,” Phil points out. “My voices are also very loud right now. I want to make sure you three are safe and comfortable.”

“Why isn’t Techno different? Or me?”

“Betas don’t smell have heats or ruts,” Phil explains calmly. “They also can’t control how big their scent is. You’re just a pup still, you haven’t presented yet. If you present as an alpha or omega, you will have a similar thing happen. Your voices will get very loud and your scent will get big.”

“When will I present?” 

“You should present in a couple of years,” Techno says. “You’re only 11 and most present around 15.”

“I wouldn’t look forward to it either,” Wilbur whines. “My instincts are screaming that I’m doing everything wrong.”

“Oh Wilbur,” Phil coos, pulling him closer. “You’re doing great. Your instincts are always overbearing on your first cycle. You’ve already scented your pack and you made an amazing nest. I’m so proud of you.”

Wilbur preens at the praise, moving to scent Phil some more.

“Careful, you’ve got two pups on your lap still,” Phil chuckles before shifting his arm so Wilbur can reach his neck better.

Tommy watches in awe as their scents mingle into a comforting, sweet coffee scent. Techno starts thrumming as well, despite not being able to experience this pack scent to the full extent.

“You’re doing very well, Wilbur,” Techno says, bumping his forehead lightly against his brother’s. “I’m proud of you. You’ll be a great pack omega some day.”

“Is he not already? He’s the only omega though?” Tommy asks.

“I don’t want him to have that responsibility,” Phil says. “Not until he’s older. The pack omega is important for raising pups, and since he is still a pup, that would put stress on him. We’re fine without a pack omega for now.”

“What does a pack omega do?”

“Did you pay any attention to your 5th grade secondary gender class?” Techno deadpans.

“Shush,” Tommy denies him an answer.

“Pack omegas help with loud instincts and work with the alpha to protect the pack. Our pack isn’t big enough that we need one.” Phil chuckles, continuing on with his explanation. “If we foster another pup in the future and adopt them, then we may need to start looking for a pack omega. I know some friends who would be a good stand in.”

“Hey Wilbur,” Tommy starts. “Can I go pee? You’re holding me really tightly.”

Wilbur whines before getting knocked in the head by Techno.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t die, but the pup has to go pee, Wilbur. We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Fiiiiiiine,” Wilbur dramatically drawls, his scent taking on a playful tint.

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On Tommy's first day of high school, things were expected to be a little wonky. Obviously, since he was younger in the grade, people noticed the hint of warm milk and honey drifting through the halls. He was approached by his alpha classmates a few times as they stunk up the hallways in an attempt to assert dominance against the tallest student. 

On his way home, Wilbur took to scenting the pup heavily in the backseat to rid him of the nasty, smelly concoction. 

“Wilbur I’m fine!” Tommy whines as the wolf rubs his wrists over the pup’s legs. 

“You smell like alphas,” Wilbur mutters. “and not Phil.”

“Remember Tommy,” Techno says from the front. “he’s an Omega and your littermate. He's going to be very protective of you until you present, and then some.”

Tommy groans in annoyance, but secretly he’s loving the intense vanilla bath he's getting. He’d never admit it, obviously. 

When they get home, it’s Phil’s turn to scent the pup. 

“I can't wait till I present, then I can get a scent of me own!” Tommy complains more as Phil preens the pup’s feathers. 

Wilbur whines in response, halting his scenting of Techno. 

“What have I told you about insulting someone's scents?” Phil chides. 

“Sorry,” Tommy wilts under the alpha’s tone. “I didn't mean it that way. I just want to know what our pack smells like without my dumb pup scent. It smells like any other pack with pups.”

“But Toms,” Wilbur starts, pausing to think. “Your pup scent is part of our pack! Your pup scent blends wonderfully with our scents. I just need to make sure no other scents are bothering you.”

Tommy sighs and gives up his argument. Phil finally finished preening his wings and they head to the kitchen to eat dinner. 

“Does chicken noodle soup sound good?” Phil asks the boys.

After some excited nods, the alpha chuckles and turns to prepare the meal.

“So tell us about your first day of high school?” Wilbur asks excitedly.

“It’s annoying being the youngest, everyone’s already presented!” Tommy groans. “Some kids made fun of me for still having a pup scent.”

“To be fair, they also still have a pup scent,” Techno says as he sets out some bowls. “You have a pup scent until you fully mature, around 20. When you present, though, your body is producing hormones at such a massive rate, it tends to drown out the pup scent to the point where only an adult can smell it.”

“Did you make any friends? I know you said Eryn got moved to a different high school.” Phil asks.

“Yeah, I met this one kid, Tubbo. He’s a ram hybrid and has really cool eyes.”

“Does he live near here? I could take you over to see him sometime if you want,” Phil offers.

“Yeah, he takes the bus. About 15 minutes from school he says.”

“What was your favorite class?” Wilbur asks

“I liked athletics. They let the avians use their wings to keep them strong. We just can’t use them in official competitions.”

“Do you have Mr. Taken?” Techno asks, his ears perking up.

“Yeah, he’s really nice. Very competitive but he even joined in on the laps today. It was like racing you, Techno.”

“He's a good coach,” Techno hums. “The only coach I've ever had who actually understands how much running wolves need.”

“Yeah I saw him racing two other wolves and even let a cheetah hybrid join in.”

“Are you going to pick a sport?” Phil asks.

“I think I’ll probably do cross country, maybe track and field too,” Tommy shrugs. “They want me to do basketball but I don’t like the boys on the basketball team.”

“I don’t blame you, buncha pricks honestly,” Wilbur mutters. “I tried to stay away from the sports kids as much as possible. They don’t like omega carnivores which is so stupid.”

“It’s the theater kid in you coming out,” Techno chuckles before getting swatted by Wilbur.

“Alright boys, come on, dinner’s ready.” Phil laughs.

The pups take their seats and dig in.

“Thanks Dad, this is really good,” Techno hums in content.

Techno starts to talk about how his college classes are going well, since he graduated last May. He’s studying english at the nearby community college, but Wilbur decided to take a gap year to focus on himself. After all, transitioning from a pup to an adult Omega is an emotional process for most hybrids. Right now he’s working at a local Omega shelter for victims of domestic abuse. 

He’s also met a young beta at the shelter, her name is Sally, and he has a date with her tomorrow. It's odd for omegas to find interest in anyone who isn't an alpha. Despite people thinking interspecies couples would be wrong, society has moved past that. 

“There's this young Enderian that came in,” Wilbur says solemnly with a whine. “He’s a pup still, I think he may have just presented too. Didn't come in with any parents. HPS came in today and took him.” 

Tommy clicks his tongue in disgust at the mention of HPS. They didn't do jack for him when he was a foster still. Never treated other hybrids well either unless they were domesticated feline or canine hybrids. 

“I’m sorry Will,” Phil sighs. “That’s the HPS’s job though. They have to take in minors without packs.”

“Yeah I know, it just sucks though. I hope he finds a good home. Or at least survives to aging out. Not many people know how to raise an Enderian.” 

The melancholy scent wafting from Wilbur’s scent gland causes the pack to lose their appetite in favor of comforting their Omega. 

“Alright come on boys,” Phil stands up. “Techno and Tommy, go grab the blankets and pillows. We’re making a nest.”

Everyone cheers quietly at that, with Tommy running upstairs. Techno moves at a slower pace, not driven by any instincts to hurry the process along. Tommy grabs his favorite blankets, a pillow, and then snatches the sweater he stole from Wilbur earlier that week. After depositing his small collection in the living room, he runs to Wilbur's room and takes some of the omega’s favorite blankets as well. He makes sure to gently grab his guitar as well, knowing it's a huge comfort item. 

When he arrives back downstairs, Wilbur and Phil are hard at work crafting a comfy nest. Phil is moving the furniture around to allow his pup to do what he needs to. 

After a few minutes, Wilbur thrums with pride before inviting the pack into his nest. They take their spots, with Phil cradling the three, and settle down. First on his agenda, Wilbur scents Tommy. His warm pup scent is drowned out by the loving, warm vanilla. Oddly enough, Tommy feels like it’s wrapping itself around his mind. His body thrums against his will, snuggling closer to his brother. 

Litter litter litter litter litter mine mine mine mine mine mine

“You okay Toms?” Wilbur asks, frowning at the pup’s odd behavior.

Tommy whines in response, reaching up to cradle his head.

“M’ head hurts,” he warbles.

Phil coos, releasing a comforting coffee scent. He reaches out to pet his pup’s wings, then he smells something. 

“Does anyone else smell seasalt,” Phil asks, sniffing the air.

By this point, Tommy is too busy shaking in Wilbur’s arms to respond. He can’t smell anything but the overwhelming vanilla.

Pack pack pack pack pack

“M’ voices are loud,” Tommy whimpers, pulling his wings tighter.

“You’re presenting,” Wilbur realizes. “My little brother is presenting!”

“W’ts my scent?” Tommy asks.

“I think it’s sea salt,” Phil says. “But we have to wait until your brothers can smell it. It’s just starting.”

Suddenly, Tommy feels an itch under his skin. He looks around the room for the source of whatever is making his skin crawl, but the house is empty. His wings open ever so slightly and vibrate as they extend, nearly brushing against Techno’s head.

“What’s he doing?” Techno asks just before a low warble releases from Tommy’s throat.

“It’s the territorial threat display avians do,” Phil muses. “I did something similar to my pack when I presented.”

“So I’m guessing he’s alpha?’ Techno suggests.

“Yeah,” Phil grins lovingly. “He is.”

Then, Tommy stands up and circles the nest, pushing any stray blanket back into the structure.

“Toms?” Wilbur calls. “Do you want to adjust the nest?”

“Alphas don’t nest usually,” Phil explains. “He’s making sure it’s secure.”

Once Tommy finishes surveying his pack, he takes to pushing all the chairs and furniture to surround them. He then heads to the kitchen and grabs some chips and bottles of water. He takes the haul back to the nest and hands them to Wilbur before settling himself next to the omega.

“M’ pack,” he coos happily, opening a bottle of water for each of his packmates and handing it to them.

He does the same with the chips, watching intently as they snack.

“Thank you, Toms,” Wilbur chuffs, his eyes wide with pride. 

Tommy’s eyes are dilated as he inhales his pack’s scents. For the first time ever, he feels a deep, mental connection to their pheromones. Even Techno.

“C’n I scent you?” The pup asks quietly.

Wilbur nods before resting his forehead in the crook of Tommy’s neck, allowing the pup to scent him.

Tommy combines what his instincts are screaming at him to do with what Wilbur usually does to him. He puts his hand behind Wilbur’s nape to stabilize him and gently rubs their scent glands together. They shiver in tandem, a warble rumbling out of Tommy. His eyes tear up, overwhelmed with the full force of Wilbur’s pheromones. Their scents mingle and for the first time, Tommy can smell his own scent. He can almost see how the scents tangle together, forming a rich concoction of a salted cookie dipped in coffee. He feels the pride seeping out of Wilbur’s body. He can touch the warmth weaving in and out of the nest. 

After a minute, he sits back and wipes his eyes.

“Good job Tommy,” Wilbur yips softly. “You did so good!”

Tommy sniffles, shaking his head to clear the hazy feeling in his head. He then turns to Techno and repeats the process. He doesn’t feel the same connection he did with Wilbur, but he can feel all the tension seeping out of his brother’s body. He remembers Phil explaining that betas can feel an emotional bond when a pack is experiencing a heavily emotional moment. It’s part of their biology to help mediate any high emotions.

When he finishes, it’s time for him to scent Phil. His body balks at the idea of scenting another alpha, but the pup instincts overwhelm his newfound alpha instincts and he forces his body forward. He almost sets his forehead in Phil’s shoulder like usual, but Phil gently guides him to the right position.

“It’s okay,” Phil coos. “You’re doing amazing, Toms.”

When their scent glands touch, it’s like a firecracker. The bold coffee scent wraps itself around the pup’s mind, gently enveloping him in a haze. His own scent is pushed out at a faster rate, in an attempt to combat the other’s. It’s a sensation bordering on threatening and possessive, but Tommy cannot figure out which is more prevalent. He chirps softly, shifting backwards so both of their chins are hooked on each other’s shoulders. Their glands are no longer touching, due to the purely overwhelming sensation, but are close enough for a strong bond.

He pulls back after the scenting and falls into Wilbur’s arms. He finally smells like a pack. A true pack.

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A year later, Tommy sighs as he prepares to start the school year once more. 

“My little bro is gonna be a sophomore,” Wilbur chuffs, ruffling Tommy’s hair. 

They sit at the dining table, still getting used to the empty seat across from Wilbur. Techno finished his classes early and left for University over the summer. He's officially an adult college student. Since he’s a beta, he also outgrew the pup scent faster than Wilbur which made it easier for him to move. 

Wilbur seems dead set on staying with Tommy until he graduates, so he's still working at that shelter. However, every few nights, that empty seat at the table is filled by Sally. She's a wonderful person, she loves Tommy’s jokes and often helps pranking Wilbur. 

Wilbur hands Tommy a set of silverware before Phil walks over with dinner in his hands. 

“So boys,” Phil breaks the silence as he sets out a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. “I wanted to talk to you about something. It's nothing bad, none of you did anything. But it's a decision I want all of us to make.”

“Okay?” Wilbur shrugs. “We can’t agree or disagree if you don't tell us what it is.”

“I know I know,” Phil chuckles. “Its just been a bit. I was contacted by Puffy and she has a hybrid foster who needs a home fast. And as you know, I'm one of the only registered foster parents who is a hybrid.”

“When do they need a home by?” Wilbur asks, reaching over to rest his hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Tomorrow.” Phil states. “We need to give Puffy an answer by noon tomorrow, then we’ll get the kid tomorrow night.”

“That’s really short notice,” Tommy frowns.

“It’s not ideal, but the kid’s an enderian, and federal law states hostile and other-worldly hybrids need to have a hybrid guardian.” Phil sighs before muttering, “It’s stupid, frankly.”

“Toms?” Wilbur turns to the pup. “What do you have to say about this?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“We’ve been through this process before, with you,” Wilbur explains. “This would be your first time helping with a new foster.”

“And I also foster to adopt,” Phil adds. “Unless they’re incompatible with us, obviously.”

“Can you tell us about them?” Tommy requests.

“From what Puffy’s told me, he’s a 16 year old omega enderian. He’s been through some tough homes and they’re running out of hybrid fosters in the local system.”

“How could he be in a bad foster home if they’re all hybrids?” Tommy asks. “I thought hybrids are usually nice to hybrids?”

“They are, but with other-worldly hybrids, there’s still prejudice.” Phil nods.

“Well what do you guys think?” Tommy asks, seeking guidance despite the obvious, hopeful lilt to his pack’s scents.

“I want you to make a decision without our input,” Phil says softly. “I’ve made my decision, and I think Wilbur has.”

Tommy chews his lip for a moment before asking, “How did you know you wanted me?”

“After my mate died, I wanted to carry out her greatest wish. She wanted to provide a home for hybrids. We were both elytrians, so we were going through the process of registering. Then she got pregnant with our pup, but neither made it through the birth.” Phil says sadly. “I finished my registration and got my first assignment a day later. I barely had time to buy two beds because the next day, Techno and Wilbur showed up. It took a few months, but we grew close and decided that we should start a pack. So I got the papers to go through, and we became a pack. Then we got an offer for you, Tommy. It wasn’t an emergency placement, but they needed us to pick before summer ended. So we took a leap, and said yes.”

“Did you get me because Techno and Wilbur weren’t enough?”

“No, not at all,” Phil shakes his head vigorously. “We adopted you because you brought boisterous energy to the pack. You added a degree of joy and humor to our family. We couldn’t let you leave if given the choice, and you agreed to stay.”

After a few beats of silence, Tommy nods. “I think I want another littermate.”

“I’ll let Puffy know,” Phil smiles. “Now eat boys, I think it may have gotten a bit cold.”

The pups dig into the dinner while Phil heads off into his room to make the phone call.

“Will we need a pack omega?” Tommy asks his brother.

“What for?” Wilbur asks.

“When you went through your first heat, Dad said that if we take in another foster, we’d need to look for a pack omega. I don’t want a random person to be our pack omega though.” Tommy frowns.

Wilbur thrums, pulling Tommy in for a hug. “Dad talked to me about this last week and he told me to think about being the pack omega now that I’m old enough. I’ve accepted too. So I’ll be the pack omega. You don’t have to worry about a stranger being in that position.”

“Okay,” Tommy nods.

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The next morning, Tommy wakes up to Phil knocking on his door.

“Toms, we gotta go to the store and get the guest room ready for the new foster,” he announces. “We’ll be heading out in thirty minutes.”

Tommy groans at the thought of standing up, but there's an underlying energy of excitement. He finally stands up, stretching out his limbs with great effort. His wings tap against the ceiling, causing a chirp of annoyance from their owners. He quickly changes his shirt and pants before heading to the bathroom to oil down his feathers and brush his teeth. He’s going to molt soon, so Phil insists that he keep his skin hydrated underneath the feathers. Quite frankly, the feeling of oil is disgusting but he’d rather deal with it than be itchy for a week.

Thankfully, Wilbur comes into the hallway as Tommy gets to the hardest-to-reach spot. He happily takes the bottle of oil from the avian and helps with the rest of the task.

“Phil said the social worker should be here around 2, his time got moved up.” Wilbur says softly as he finishes combing through the downy feathers near Tommy’s back. “I’m worried, this is a really bad situation.”

His vanilla scent is growing rancid by the second, and Tommy is overwhelmed with the urge to hug him. Tommy takes the comb out of his brother’s hand and envelops him in his wings.

“You’re getting oil on my sweater,” Wilbur chuckles, running his hands over Tommy’s wings.

“You’re making my nose itch,” Tommy counters, releasing his best attempt at a calming scent. 

“Softer,” Wilbur coaxes. “Imagine you’re wrapping your scent around me. Don’t smother, don’t consume. Just send your thoughts toward me and your scent will follow.”

Tommy closes his eyes and thinks about gently hugging Wilbur after Techno went to college. He thinks about the times that Wilbur held him at night after nightmares. He slowly exhales, and so does Wilbur. Their scent glands brush together and Tommy feels his heartbeat slowing down to a steady rhythm.

“Good job,” Wilbur thrums, his tail brushing against Tommy’s arm in excitement. “Now come on gremlin boy, we’ve gotta go to the store.”

They head downstairs to see Phil making a coffee, already dressed.

“You guys good?” Phil asks, sniffing the air lightly.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Wilbur nods. “Where are we going today?”

“I was thinking about Target and a grocery store. We just need to get some basic supplies and some food.”

They grab a snack of their choice before bundling into the car. The interesting part about having two insanely tall children is that the parent ends up in the back to spare the pup’s posture. Since Tommy can’t drive yet, that leaves Wilbur in the driver's seat. 

They head off to the local target, buzzing with excitement as the time to meet the new foster comes closer. 

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By the time they return home, it’s almost 1 pm. They have an hour to prepare the house. 

Wilbur and Phil leap into action, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom. Tommy is tasked with cleaning the living room and setting up the bedroom. Occasionally, they'll use the guest room as a nesting room for when Wilbur feels overwhelmed. Tommy sometimes uses it as well as a part of his avian instincts. Thanks to that, he has to use a few scent diffusers in the corners of the room to purge the walls of the pack’s scent. As much as it bothers Tommy to rid a part of their house of their scents, he knows it would only unsettle the newcomer. 

Almost exactly on the dot, the doorbell rings at 2. 

Tommy scurries out of the guest room to meet the foster kid. He passes Wilbur coming out of the laundry room on his way downstairs. The Omega takes his brother’s hand in his, giving a reassuring squeeze as they head to the front door 

When they arrive, they see Phil talking to a sheep hybrid. Next to the short woman, there's a tall teenager. This kid’s height is even taller than that of a giraffe hybrid somehow. 

“Oh, also Puffy, these are my boys.” Phil introduces them into the conversation. “Tommy and Wilbur, this is Ranboo.”

Beside him, Tommy feels Wilbur tense. He looks up to his brother to see him shell shocked, staring at the kid with wide eyes. The shy Enderian briefly looks up before ducking his head, trying to make himself shorter. 

“Mind showing him around? Puffy and I have to talk about some stuff.” Phil asks, or more accurately, tells his pups. 

They nod and beckon the Enderian over. 

“C’mon Ranboo,” Wilbur smiles softly, tears welling up in his eyes. “Let’s show you around.”

Tommy is confused as hell why his brother is in tears, but then he notices Wilbur’s scent is exuding relief. It doesn't answer any questions but it makes him relieved that his brother isn't in distress. 

“This is the kitchen, obviously,” Tommy says, taking over the tour. “We have movie nights in the living room over there, then we sometimes use the dining room, depending on what we’re doing.”

They head down the hall to where the primary bedroom is. 

“This is Dad’s room and his study is next door. The garage is that door,” Tommy says as he points to each door before they head upstairs. 

“Up here is our study,” he uses air quotes around that word. “We used to have a study nest when all of us were in school, but now I just use the beanbag since I’m the only one in school. Over there is my room, Wilbur’s room, your room, and Techno’s room.”

“Techno is our brother,” Wilbur explains quickly before Tommy runs off to another room. “He’ll be back for the summer so we left his room how it is. Uh, that’s basically it. We can show you the ins and outs of everything later. Feel free to get unpacked and settled,” he opens the door to the guest room. “The bathroom is stocked with supplies in case you need any.”

“Do you want me to remove the scent diffusers?” Tommy asks.

Ranboo shakes his head before trudging into the room and setting his bag down. He looks at the door nervously, his hand twitching.
“You can shut the door,” Wilbur nods, looking ready to cry again. “And lock it. You won’t get in trouble.”

The brothers head to Wilbur’s room to wait while Phil finishes talking to Puffy.

“Why are you crying?” Tommy fusses over Wilbur the moment the door is shut. “You got me worried, big man.”

“That’s the Enderian HPS took the day you presented,” Wilbur chuckles. “He’s okay.”

“Woah,” Tommy gapes. “You remember him?”

“You don’t forget a face like that when they go to a shelter, Toms.”

“Do you think he remembers you?”

“I’m not sure, he didn’t seem very keen on talking though. I’m just relieved that he survived this long already.”

“Boys!” Phil calls from downstairs.

The two race out of Wilbur’s room to tell their dad what they just learned.

“Dad!” Tommy shouts. “Wilbur knows him!”

“What?” Phil chuckles, setting down the paperwork on the dinner table.

“That’s the enderian HPS took the day Tommy presented,” Wilbur explains, his tail wagging excitedly. “He’s here!”

“That’s awesome!” Phil cheers, keeping his voice low enough not to disturb their guest in the room upstairs. “How is he?”

“He’s doing okay, I think he’s overwhelmed.” Wilbur says. “Did his file say anything about a history with scent blockers? I couldn’t smell him.”

“Wait I didn’t even notice,” Tommy butts in. 

“To be fair you were using scent diffusers today,” Phil points out. “Those can mess with your nose but it helps with alphas and omegas moving houses. But to answer your question, there is a medical history with scent blockers. I’ll let him tell you what he wants though.”

Tommy frowns at that. Scent blockers were made illegal unless prescribed about a decade ago. They can be detrimental to people since there's no way to make a single, generalized formula. Doctors can't even prescribe scent blockers that completely eradicate the scent. 

“Let's get lunch ready and I'll let Ranboo know he can come down when he wants.” Phil decides, heading upstairs. 

“Tommy,” Wilbur calls his brother’s attention. “Remember how I showed you how to control your scent earlier?”

“Yeah?”

“We all need to try and keep our scents from getting overwhelming. Mostly you and Dad, though.”

“Okay,” Tommy nods.

They pull out the leftovers from the night before to heat them up. They pull out a fourth bowl, but leave it on the counter in case Ranboo decides to stay upstairs. 

A few minutes later, Phil comes downstairs with a very timid Ranboo. 

“Boys, Ranboo will be joining us for lunch.”

Ranboo nods slightly before sitting at the bar, despite the bowls being transported to the dining room table. 

“Ranboo, you’re free to join us if you want.” Wilbur coaxes. “You can stay there if you’re more comfortable though.”

Ranboo starts shaking almost imperceptibly, his tufted ears falling limp. He stands up slowly and shuffles to the empty chair at the table.

Tommy can’t help but notice the intense amount of tension in the air. His instincts urge him to release a calming scent, but he bites the voices back. Wilbur said to keep his scent under control, so he will.

“So Ranboo,” Phil starts, grabbing Ranboo’s attention. “Do you like your room?”

He nods, slowly bringing a fork of pasta to his mouth.

“Do you need anything? We can go to the store later.” Phil continues, thinking about the very small bag Ranboo came with.

He shakes his head, his gaze falling back to his lap.

“Are you able to speak? Do you not feel comfortable speaking?” Wilbur asks gently, releasing his own relaxing scent.

Ranboo stops moving for a moment apart from his chest moving faster than before. He swallows dryly a few times before opening his mouth and whispering in a raspy voice: “Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Wilbur reassures him. “You don’t need to talk if you don’t want to. We can get you paper, a whiteboard, a phone, or something else to help you communicate. Do you know sign language?”

Ranboo meekly raises his right hand and signs: Yes .

“Awesome! I’m learning basic sign language from someone at the shelter,” Wilbur explains to his family. “I can’t really do conversations but I can recognize sentences.”

“That’s perfect,” Phil smiles. “We’ll still get you a notebook if you want for more complicated sentences, sound good?”

Ranboo signs Yes again.

They continue eating, with Tommy carrying the conversation most of the time. Ranboo’s ears occasionally flicker up in interest, especially when Tommy starts talking about his athletics coach.

“Mr. Taken is a dragonborn,” Tommy explains to Ranboo when he looks a little confused about the topic. “He offered to take the avians flying!”

“Is this a field trip?” Phil raises his eyebrow. “Sounds like he’s gonna need a few waivers signed.”

“Yeah, he said he has to talk it over with the principal still. But he got his hybrid specialization certificate over the summer so he offered to help us learn how to use our abilities!”

“After you go, do you wanna show me some of the things you learn?” Phil asks.

“YES!” Tommy chirps loudly.

A thud grasps everyone’s attention and they turn to Ranboo.

“Ranboo, are you okay?” Wilbur asks, standing up suddenly.

His ears are alert and he looks like his instincts are about to take over.

Ranboo shakily signs something, then aggressively rubs his chest with his fist. Wilbur sighs, his body relaxing slightly.

“He can’t handle loud, sudden noises,” Wilbur explains. “He’s signing ‘sorry.’”

“Ranboo,” Phil starts. “You don’t have to apologize for things you cannot control. We’ll make a note of that and try to avoid it. Is there anything else that could trigger you?”

Ranboo seems very hesitant to respond, looking to Wilbur for guidance. After an encouraging nod, Ranboo proceeds to sign something.

“He says touch and sounds. He also doesn’t know when people are joking or making fun of him.” Wilbur interprets.

“Thank you for telling us,” Phil coos lightly. “Now come on boys, let’s clean up. Ranboo, do you like Disney?”

Ranboo gives a quick nod, not even needing to sign anything.

“Awesome! We usually watch at least a movie every week. You’re free to join us if you want or you can take time for yourself in your room. We usually use the nest in the living room, but if you’re not comfortable being in the nest you can sit on the couch.”

The pack starts cleaning the kitchen while Ranboo hovers nervously. He ends up tapping Wilbur’s shoulder for his attention.

Do you want help?

“No, you don’t need to,” Wilbur shakes his head. “We’ve got it covered. I’m gonna make popcorn if you want some though. You don’t need to clean the kitchen yet.”

They finish up and wander over to the living room. The pack settles into the nest, leaving an open space in case Ranboo wants to join, but Wilbur has a strong feeling he probably won’t.

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As the weeks go past, Ranboo slowly opens up. The time spent alone in his room slowly diminishes as he grows closer to Tommy, and by association, Wilbur. By the time Christmas comes around, Ranboo actively partakes in family activities. They're sure not to call themselves a pack, so as to not scare the boy, but a family works. 

“Techno’s gonna be at the airport in twenty minutes,” Wilbur calls down the hall. “We gotta go!”

They shuffle into the car with various limbs getting twisted and tangled in others. Wilbur takes his spot in the driver's seat while Ranboo sits in shotgun, casting Tommy to the back of the car. 

The whole ride there, the vehicle is buzzing with excitement. Even Ranboo can smell the excitement in the air, causing his ears to flick in anticipation. 

They pull up to the garage and Tommy nearly explodes out of the car. His wings flair out for balance before Phil yells for him to slow down.

They shuffle quickly into the airport and head to the baggage claim area. Tommy channels his avian skills to scan the crowd easier. He can see Wilbur sniffing the air as well, while Phil and Ranboo hang back and let the brothers do their things.

Then, Wilbur’s ears perk up.

“I got him.” Wilbur thrums, his tail wagging excitedly.

Tommy grabs his brother’s hand, letting himself get dragged across the crowd. He then spots the bright pink hair that belongs to the beta.

“TECHNO!” Tommy chirps, lifting his wings to act as a beacon.

Techno’s head whips around, his tail wagging as well. The three rush together as if a black hole had sucked them in. A moment later, Phil’s large wings surround them, shielding them from the public in a fierce hug. Wilbur takes to immediately scenting Techno while Tommy runs his neck against Techno’s arm. 

“As much as I missed you guys, we’re in the middle of the airport.” Techno deadpans.

Tommy blushes hard and wiggles out of the hug before sticking himself to Techno’s left side. Wilbur does the same but to the right. Techno sighs and goes to grab his luggage, but his brothers are still stuck to him.

Do they do this a lot? Ranboo signs to Phil, making sure to use simple signs so the elytrian can understand.

“Yeah, they do.” Phil chuckles. “Tommy gets very possessive when he misses someone and Wilbur gets very affectionate. The combination leads to those three literally never separating. They’re probably gonna make a nest when we get home.”

Ranboo nods along, showing his attention despite his gaze lingering on the trio.

“I think the boys would like it if you joined,” Phil murmurs quietly, only loud enough for Ranboo to hear. “They don’t want you to feel forced into it, but Wilbur was telling me that you’re starting to smell like us and it’s causing him to think of you as a honorary pack member.”

Really?!

Phil nods, letting Ranboo process it.

But do you and Tommy agree? What about Techno?

“Wilbur’s our pack omega,” Phil explains. “If he’s comfortable, we’re comfortable. I’ll let you think about it but don’t be surprised if you get a few more signs of affection from them than normal.”

Ranboo shifts his attention from Phil back to the brother's as they start walking towards the exit. Phil and Ranboo follow suit, heading to the car. 

“Wilbur, do you want me to drive? It’ll be more cramped in the back but if you're comfortable I can.” Phil asks. 

Wilbur nods quickly, still clinging onto his brother.

“I swear you’re so clingy,” Techno huffs playfully, reaching up to scratch Wilbur’s ears.

“Shut up,” Wilbur mutters, his face flushed.

They once again pile into the car, this time a lot more cramped than before.

Do you need me to move up at all? Ranboo signs, looking back at the tallest of the trio.

“I’m fine, you’re already tight on leg room,” Wilbur shakes his head. “I just wanna get home. I have a nest to make.”

Tommy whistles happily at that statement, his ear tufts flicking back and forth. In fact, the whole ride home, the car is filled with soft whistles and chirps from Tommy. His instincts are simply buzzing from the excitement of having his brother back home for a month. Phil joins in occasionally with his own croaks and clicks. 

“Hey Dad,” Tommy stops vocalizing a few minutes after Phil joins in.

“Yeah Toms?”

“Why do you act like a crow hybrid? Aren’t you an Elytrian?”

Phil chuckles at the question before answering, “An elytrian is a false hybrid title. Researchers haven’t been able to meet enough to learn of their culture and origin. I’m an avian who was blessed with void magic. Dragon born are similar. Most are actual dragon born, but those who can breathe fire have void magic.”

“I didn’t know dragon born can breathe fire,” Tommy gasps, completely enamored in the topic.

“Schools don’t teach void magic anymore, which is stupid. They think it’s religious for those who follow the Prime Path. It’s because only very traditional or old people follow the Prime Path. I follow it because I grew up with its magic in me and I feel closer to it, but most people follow the Mojang religion.”

“I follow the Prime Path too,” Techno says. “Don’t really know why, just feels right.”

Ranboo vwoops, catching everyone’s attention.

“What was that?” Tommy asks bluntly.

“You can speak Endspeak?” Phil asks.

Ranboo vwoops again and Phil grins.

“That’s awesome mate, I can understand it but I don’t have the ability to actually speak it. Why didn’t you use it more?”

Sign language is easier for people to learn. The only people who would ever know how to speak End are people from the End or people with void magic. Normal people don’t have the vocal chords for it. Ranboo explains with Wilbur translating. I didn’t want to freak anyone out. I know it can be kind of annoying to hear enderman noises all day.

“Oh Ranboo,” Wilbur thrums sadly. “You could never be annoying. We don’t have to worry about hostile Endermen, so your sounds could never scare or annoy us. We can try to learn it if you’re willing to teach us.”

Okay, I’ll try to. Ranboo nods as they pull into the driveway.

“Nest time boys!” Wilbur shouts as he rushes out of the car, dragging his brothers along.

They start tearing through each others rooms, taking care to stay out of Ranboo’s, grabbing every soft thing they can find. Techno even opens his suitcase in the living room and starts pulling out sweaters and shirts for the nest.

Ranboo sits back and watches the chaos, a voice slowly growing in the back of his head.

Nest nest nest nest 

He shakes his head, ridding his mind of that whisper. He watches as the pack finishes their gathering and drops all the items in a pile by the hallway. They all step back and let Wilbur take over. The omega thrums the whole way as he carefully crafts a large nest. Phil and Tommy whistle and chirp with pride as they watch Wilbur. It takes an impressive fifteen minutes before Wilbur sits in the middle, checks all the sides, then yips for his pack to join him. The three rush to the nest, summoned by their pack omega. Ranboo notices there’s a large space that they haven’t filled yet. As is the nest was made for five instead of four.

“Ranboo,” Wilbur calls his attention, causing Ranboo’s head to snap up. “You can come if you want, we won’t force you. You just look a little spaced out.”

Ranboo slowly takes a step forward, vwooping his concern.

“Child safe-comfort.” Phil warbles back, his own voice sounding incredibly different than Ranboo’s native tongue. “Affirmative-Ranboo haunting.”

A few more steps, and Ranboo finds himself at the edge of the nest. He slowly sinks down to his knees, just barely setting his hand on the rim.

“Haunting-concerned smell different-confused.” Ranboo vocalizes.

“If you’re uncomfortable you can just put your hand in here or something,” Wilbur suggests. “We don’t have to scent you if you don’t want.”

Ranboo shakes his head, signing I don’t want to be scented.

He takes a seat outside the nest, letting Wilbur take his hand. Wilbur takes care not to touch the small scent gland at the base of his wrist, simply resorting to rubbing his palm comfortingly.

“I’m glad you’re here, Ranboo,” Wilbur grins.

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Over the Christmas break, they discover the Ranboo’s love of plants and animals. Techno started talking about the plants and wildlife around his campus which caught Ranboo’s attention almost immediately. Later that night, Techno has an idea.

“Ranboo!” Techno calls. “Wanna go to the flower forest with us?”

It’s night out? Ranboo signs, his head cocking in confusion. 

Techno recognizes the sign night and understands his question. “The moonblossom flower only blooms in full moonlight. It’s my last full moon here before I go back to uni.”

“Yes!” Ranboo vwoops excitedly. 

“Alright mates I think we’re good,” Phil says, hoisting a large tote onto his shoulder. 

The group piles into the car, with Wilbur driving as usual. However, Tommy gets stuck in the back with the rest of the pack while Ranboo gets the passenger seat once more. 

“This is so unfair,” Tommy groans, his wings pressed right against his back. 

“You should've been born with a few more inches,” Wilbur counters. “Us leggy boys need the space. Plus you can't even drive.”

“I can drive!” Tommy protests. “You just don't like it when I do.”

“You ran into a stop sign.” Techno deadpans. “You literally did the opposite of what it said.”

“It was in my way,” Tommy grumbles.

“You’re on the road, the sign’s on the side. How is that in your way?” Techno laughs.

“Boys!” Phil calls from between the two. “Chill out mates.”

They start chuckling, knowing no arguing would ever lead to real fighting.

“We’re almost to the field,” Wilbur says as they turn off of the highway.

The sky slowly darkens as streetlamps become scarce. The only sources of light is the occasional passing car and the rising moon.

Wilbur pulls over once the last streetlight disappears completely, leaving the group in the dark. They get out and Techno hands everyone a glowstick.

“Lanterns will mess up your eyesight,” Techno explains. “I think we all have good night vision except for Tommy,”

“HEY!” Tommy interrupts with his complaint.

“So this is just a precaution.” Techno finishes, handing everyone three glowsticks. “Follow me.”

They trot off into the field in search for the famed moonblossom. Ranboo sticks close to Tommy, giving the teasing excuse that he has the best night vision while Tommy has the worst.

“Fuck you bitch,” Tommy grumbles.

Ranboo vwoops happily, his tail waving lazily in the air. Tommy then wraps his wing around the omega, causing Ranboo to purr lightly.

“You purr?” Tommy asks, surprised.

Ranboo nods before taking out Tommy’s phone and handing it to the owner. Tommy unlocks it and opens a notes app for Ranboo to type in.

Endermen can purr and chirp like cats.

“That’s so freaky,” Tommy shakes his head with a smile.

“Found one!” Techno calls.

Ranboo scurries toward Techno, dragging Tommy along with him.

The group gathers around a small, glowing bulb. It’s about the size of a fist with small little glowing particles of pollen falling off of it.

“When will it bloom?” Wilbur asks.

“ It should bloom in like a minute,” Techno responds. “It needs a few minutes of full moonlight to open.”

Ranboo taps Tommy’s phone once more and proceeds to type out a question for Tommy to read.

“Ranboo asked: Is it true that wolves like the full moon?”

“Not for the reasons most people think,” Wilbur chuckles. “We like it because it lets us go outside at night and feel connected to the earth. We can run around the forest without worrying about lights scaring off animals or ruining the health of the land.”

“It’s like how me and Tommy love windy days and I even go flying during tornado warnings.”

Ranboo screeches in surprise, his jaw dropping.

“Don’t worry, I’m very safe with it,” Phil placates his concern. “But it’s just a way for them to connect with their instincts.”

Techno gasps, grabbing everyone’s attention. They look to the flower and see it glow brighter, its petals slowly loosening. After a painstaking minute, the flower starts opening. Ranboo crouches lower, his nose almost touching the moonblossom. He vwoops in curiosity as it finally uncurls, showing its bright, purple stamens.

“It’s so pretty,” Wilbur whispers. 

“It looks like it’s moving,” Tommy murmurs, his eyes tracking the undulating pattern along the petals.

“Are there more of them in the field?” Phil asks, looking up at Techno.

“These flowers have connected roots, so there should be more around us.” Techno stands up, turning around.

The family follows his lead before being confronted by a field full of glowing flowers.

“This entire field is a moonblossom field, of course!” Techno face palms.

They fan out, letting themselves be surrounded by the magical plants. A few steps into their trance, they all look at each other. Tommy almost melts at the sight of each of his pack members being engulfed in the light blue shimmering light. This is the first time since they came out to the field that he can even see them.

Ranboo vwoops for attention and beckons them over.

Green he signs, just barely lit up enough to be seen.

There’s a single green flower in the massive field of blue. Ranboo crouches down and caresses the delicate flora. He starts shaking as he gets lower to the ground, the cold seemingly sinking into his skin.

“C’mon mates,” Phil breaks the silence. “We’ve been out here for an hour already and temperature’s starting to drop.” 

They begrudgingly make their way back to the car, leaving a dark trail in their wake as the flowers get pushed aside.

They once again pile into the car, but this time, something smells different.

“Techno, does the flower have a strong scent?” Wilbur asks his brother, sniffing the air.

“No, not really. It would make it too easy for herbivores to find them.” Techno shakes his head.

Wilbur’s head then whips around to face Ranboo in the passenger seat. The teenager is curled up in his chair, shivering slightly.

“Ranboo,” Wilbur starts. “Do you have a floral scent?” 

Ranboo nods slowly. I haven’t had a scent since I presented. I was told it was flowers but I don’t know.

“Mate, I think you’re going into pre-heat.” Phil suggests, his voice laced with tension. “We gotta get home.”

Wilbur steps on the gas, speeding down the country road back to the highway.

“Do you want us to spend your heat with you?” Techno asks Ranboo. “It’s not your first heat ever so it’s not as important for us to be with you if you don’t feel close enough.”

Ranboo rapidly shakes his head, his breathing growing a little labored. “I want haunting-possessive.”  

“He said he wants his haunting. Us.” Phil translates, his heart melting.

In record time, they reach the house. Tommy makes a point to cling to Ranboo’s side, his alpha instincts going wild. Phil stays behind the group while Wilbur goes to clean up the pack nest. The alphas let the omegas go to the nest while they lock up the doors and grab rations and water for their pack before joining them.

Ranboo loops his arm around Tommy’s waist, pulling him the closest. He shoves his head into Tommy’s chest, soft purrs eminanting from the blushing omega.

Phil scoots closer to the pair, holding out a granola bar for Ranboo to take. Tommy’s eyes snap to Phil’s, his pupils narrowed into slits. A shrill, warning chirp rings through the room as Tommy stares down the elder alpha.

“Toms,” Phil says sternly. “Back down. He’s yours. But I’m your alpha.”

Tommy’s eyes lower, his body still as tense as ever though. He takes the bar from Phil before opening it and passing it on to Ranboo, watching intensely as the omega nibbles on it.

“Aww the little alpha instincts are kicking in,” Techno chuckles, earning a brief glare from the mentioned alpha.

Ranboo shifts so his free hand is resting with Wilbur’s, taking his familiar place with the pack omega. He then curls up into a tight ball, still tucked under Tommy’s wing.

“How come he isn’t demanding to scent us?” Tommy asks. “I thought that was normal for people in heats and ruts.”

“That’s really only an alpha thing,” Phil explains. “You were SO insistent that you scented us, even if your instincts disagreed with scenting another alpha. But omegas are a bit different. They’ll scent whoever they feel safe with.”

At that, Ranboo vocalizes a little, nuzzling his scent gland against Tommy’s arm.

“This also isn’t his first heat,” Phil continues. “So it’s more manageable than normal.”

“Wait I thought he was on scent blockers and suppressants?” Tommy asks, confused.

I was . Ranboo signs. Scent blockers and suppressants stop cycles but not permanently. If an omega's body is pent up with hormones, it’ll force a cycle. It’s only happened once before.

Tommy clicks his tongue in disapproval at the fact that Ranboo was on blockers and suppressants. The thought only makes the urge to scent him stronger.

“Can I scent you?” Tommy asks, avoiding his pack’s gaze.

Ranboo nods and sits up, wrapping his lanky arms around Tommy. They lean into each other and brush their scent glands together. A shiver runs through both of them as they sigh in content. A pleasant, crisp floral scent wafts from the two and fills the nest. After a few moments, Ranboo pulls away and looks at Tommy’s dilated eyes.

He vwoops lovingly before tilting forward to bump foreheads with the avian. A strong purr resonates through Ranboo and into Tommy, causing the alpha to tear up slightly.

“We’re like pack, you and I.” Tommy whispers. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Ranboo simply vwoops, “I will cry.”