Work Text:
Tubbo could vaguely remember a discussion he had with Ranboo at the beginning of their platonic marriage.
Something about being the Main Alpha of his little pack, their little family. It wasn't anything serious, really, but the instincts got the best of them and started to scent their son so much more.
Michael was delighted to have the smell of both honey and grass.
Eventually, Tubbo became the pack alpha. Just cuz Ranboo got a bit tired of his own scent more than anything.
When Tommy presented his omega instincts, they were so excited. An omega? In their house? Willing to live with them? Willing to be an integral part of the family? Yes! They felt like Tommy was their one in 7.5 trillion, considering that almost everyone in the server was an alpha or a beta.
He is trying to remember if there was an omega... Maybe Wilbur but he is, well, dead. And Ghostbur for obvious reasons can't be scented.
Tubbo was a little too excited, but that's also something he did discuss with his husband. He saw how the fiances were a trio, how they tried to make everything together and include each other.
Sure, Quackity, Karl and Sapnap-- they love each other romantically and not only platonically like them but!
Having a third one in this marriage didn't sound that bad! And they could give more attention to Tommy, specially now he needs his friends and support. And patience. They clearly want him to feel loved.
Ranboo had his doubts, but after Tommy gave them bandanas (Green for Ranboo, Red for Tubbo and a purple one for Tommy himself), behind the excuse of "Puffy told me to do less self destructive things and I don't know what the fuck to do with this little shits so, here, have them", Ranboo was quite happy to say that he would die for Tommy.
It was a bad idea to say that out loud in front of the raccoon boy but he did it and he doesn't regret it.
Nesting was a big part of an omega, they like to make nests when they feel somewhere is safe enough to do it. Nesting was also part of raccoons instincts, and they do several nests so it's not only one safe place, it's multiple.
So, when they saw that Tommy made another nest outside his room, in the corner of the living room-- they were a little emotional. Tommy was making progress! Yes! That means he feels safe enough to make a nest and be there if they are near.
... Eh. He stills feels a little bit alert whenever Ranboo is close but now, Tommy's scent didn't change to something burning. Now he just makes the living room smells more like an omega to intimidate them.
It doesn't but Ranboo gets a little overwhelmed so, that's a win in Tommy's books. Tubbo didn't mind that, quite the contrary, he loved how, after discussing with Jack about certain things, his living room always smelled like the blonde. It's was like receiving a big hug.
It was and is very comforting.
"Tubbo, do you have more sheets?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Could you scent 'em and give 'em to me, please?"
Tubbo had to do a double check about that one. The jackalope hybrid thought he heard that wrong-- Tommy, who was always stealing their stuff for his nests, was now asking? Even saying please?
He was directly asking to him.
"Tubzo? You alright, mate?"
The brunette blinked a few times. Right, he needs to give him an answer--.
"Sure, boss man! Any other thing you want me to do?"
There was hesitation in Tommy's eyes. Oh. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask? Was the energy that he used to say his response, just too much? It wasn't the first time the happiness in Tubbo tend to have a negative reaction in Tommy.
Not anger, it was never that, just... Sadness.
However, this time that didn't happened. Tommy took a little plushie from his nest-- an Enderman with a little crown, and gave it to him as well.
"Tell your sorry excuse of a husband to scent that little shit too."
Tubbo snorted.
Michael at the beginning didn't like the idea of being scented by anyone that wasn't his two fathers. When Foolish tried to pick him up and hug him, the little piglin bit the god.
Sure, his parents weren't happy about that but, he just didn't like it!
Tommy was different. Uncle Tommy always asked before picking him up or even ruffle his hair. He was jittery, afraid to make the little piglin mad or to hurt him.
So it was quite the surprise for his parents when, one evening, Michael decided to nap with Uncle Mimi. And instinctively, Tommy hugs him still asleep.
... Maybe it would be better for Michael to call him Papa?