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Alastor

“Al what is this?” Vox asked, having just been handed a blanket from said demon.

“It is my understanding that omegas need the scents of close ones in their nest,” Alastor explained.

“I don’t need it.” Vox said, trying to push the blanket back into Alastor’s arms.

Alastor’s ears pin back against his head, “why not? Are we not close?”

“We are!” Vox was quick to reassure, “I just don’t make nests.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, omegas need nests during their heats!” Alastor insisted.

Vox’s screen turned a light pink, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. “I need to go.”

Vox took the blanket with him.

Husk

Husk sighed at the sight of the TV headed overlord, “you really shouldn’t be coming to a bar smelling this close to heat.”

Vox sputtered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“I’ll pour you a drink just go home okay, don’t you have a nest to make anyway?”

“I don’t need a nest!”

“Here,” Husk put a cat hair covered jacket on the counter, “if you don’t have enough stuff.”

“I’m not making a nest.” Vox said as he took the jacket and left without even waiting for Husk to make him a drink.

Niffty

“Alastor says you’re going into heat soon.” Niffty said from her spot on Vox’s head.

“He’s wrong, I’m fine.”

“I made you something,” she scampered down to be standing in front of Vox and held out a crudely knit hammerhead shark plush. “I made sure it smells like me!”

“Thank you Nif, but seriously, I’m not making a nest.” Vox took the plush from Niffty and hugged it to his chest. “And tell Al that I’m not going into heat.”

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Valentino

“Hey papiii, I have a gift for youuuu!” Valentino called out, walking the ridiculously long catwalk to Vox’s desk (it's almost like he’s compensating for something).

“If it’s sex I don’t want it, I’m busy!”

“It’s not sex it’s something for your secret nest you think only you know about.” Val dropped a soaked pair of panties on Vox’s keyboard.

“This isn’t sex?” Vox raised an eyebrow.

“Okay I came in them but it’s for your nest not to jerk off.”

“I’m not building a nest, but I will use these to jerk off.” Vox said, pocketing the panties.

“Mhm, sure, whatever makes my Voxy feel better.”

Velvette

“Oi! Fuckface!”

A worn down shirt hits Vox in the face, Vox recognises it as a shirt Velvette wears to bed.

“Why are you throwing clothes at me?”

“Do we need to have this conversation every year? It’s for your nest.” Velvette crossed her arms.

“How many times do I have to tell people that I’m not building a fucking nest!”

“No omega can survive a heat without a nest, you’re not fucking special.” Velvette rolled her eyes.

“I am too special.” Vox mutters, deciding to walk away from this completely rude conversation.

Vark

“What is it boy?” Vox cooed, petting Vark’s head.

Vark barked and dropped a slobber covered blanket at Vox’s feet.

“Is this your blanket? Why’re you bringing this to me? Did you rip it?” Vox picked the blanket up, completely used to slobber covered things.

“It looks fine…” Vox suddenly realised, “you can smell my heat huh? Smart boy.” Vox pet Vark again, the shark dog barking and basking in the pets.

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Vox purred, the scents of his pack washed over him. Alastor’s, Husk’s, and Niffty’s scents faded from how long it's been, but Vox was nothing if not the most stubborn motherfucker and would never approach any of them to get a more fresh scent- especially Alastor’s. But he could still smell them, and Val’s, Vel’s, and Vark’s scent more than made up for it.

Vox whined, wanting his pack here with him. That’s how it would go for any other omega, but again, Vox was nothing if not the most stubborn motherfucker.

The sound of barking came from the other side of the door.

“Vark, what is it?”

Vox chirped, it was Val!

The door opened and Vox was pounced on by the excited shark dog, soon followed by Valentino and Velvette entering the nest. Usually bad nest etiquette but when were the vees the ones known for following etiquette?