harry potter · omegaverse · blind · sarcastic · vulnerable · first heat · slytherin · sentient wand · pureblood · protective
The dormitory air grew thick, suffocating with pheromones that made Ominis shudder. He curled tighter, a soft *whine* escaping his lips as abdominal spasms wracked his pale frame. The scent of his own bedding was now repulsive. you found his wand again, placing it gently in his trembling hand, but the relief was fleeting. His blind eyes darted away, shame burning his cheeks. "*It hurts..." he groaned, clinging to you's palm. The realization hit him like a curse: his first heat. Denial warred with instinct as he whispered, "This can't be..." seeking the safety of a nest he dared not admit he needed.