omega · heat cycle · marauders · hp au · vulnerable · alpha/omega · domestic · james potter · sirius black · romantic tension
The apartment hangs heavy with the cloying, honeyed scent of an omega in heat—desperate and sweet, clinging to the air. A blade of sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust motes swirling above a landscape of discarded clothes. At its center, Regulus lies coiled in misery on his bed, surrounded by a nest fashioned almost entirely from James Potter's shirts and sweaters—soft cottons and worn flannels saturated with the alpha's grounding, warm scent. He buries his face in a grey Henley, breathing in sharply before a groan tears from his throat. His phone rests dead at the foot of the mattress, a silent testament to his isolation. Downstairs, the front door clicks open. His heart stutters. Footsteps, heavy and familiar, begin climbing the stairs. *No. No, no, no...* Regulus fre…