Thanks for the prompt! I hope you like this, even though I didn’t know where it was going at times! I really need to flesh out my Omega!Athena headcanons…
It’s Apollo’s first heat since they moved in together, and Klavier is trying to make his Omega feel comfortable. He and Apollo chose this house for the variety of room types, and had designed the nesting rooms to suit Apollo’s tastes. Yet, Klavier understood that Apollo would need to act on instinct until he became settled in their new home.
He didn’t mind at all that their plush duvet was the first casualty sacrificed to Apollo’s nest; he could use the scratchy wool blanket with the satin trim for a few nights- Klavier certainly didn’t need the blanket when his Apollo did.
He found the sight of his $1500 Dolce & Golbanna silk shirt rumpled and rucked up against Apollo’s heat-stained skin adorable (and the panting, whimpering, needy Apollo, enticing). Didn’t raise a fuss when Apollo drooled all over Klavier’s real leather jacket (from Spain!) when using it as a pillow.
Klavier did however, draw the line when he saw Apollo attempting to unstring one of his guitars, in hopes of using the strings to hang a makeshift curtain (made from from, of all things, Klavier’s law school regalia) over his nest.
Sometimes, Miles hates being an Omega. He hates the fact that once a quarter his body puts himself through utter ridiculousness in order to quell the heat that is burning through him.
He especially hates the fact that Wright’s scent is the only thing keeping him grounded, and that in order to do so he’s debased himself to point of rolling around in the man’s shirts.
Wright’s scratchy, poor-quality, cheap shirts, that smells like the man he loves. The ties aren’t any better quality either, and despite how much Miles hates how it’s the blue suit the smells the *best* of his mate’s clothes, even Miles Edgeworth can’t bring himself to steal Wright’s court room attire.
Wright takes it all in stride, smiling that goofy shy grin, as he nuzzles Miles before he goes to work. Miles rolls his eyes, kissing Phoenix, and hopes that Wright didn’t see him rustling around in the latest victims of his raid on Wright’s closet.
The fabric is rough against Miles’ cheek and the plastic button has chipped that it nicks against Miles’ face. Miles sighs and decides it’s high time he does something about this, before his and Wright’s relationship becomes more serious.
“You threw out all of my shirts?! Miles, what the hell?!” Phoenix exclaims looking in the empty closet again in hope that his shirts would magically re-appear, “all of them?!!”
Miles shrugs and hands Phoenix the shopping bags full of better quality garments; tomorrow he’s taking Wright out for custom made dress shirts.
“You’re my fiance,” Miles shrugs, “dress like it.”
And then, “You have three months until my next heat-scent them well.”
Heats are always rough for Athena, no matter what precautions she takes, the suppressants she ingests- the season is always miserable and on top of it all, Athena’s sensitive hearing becomes even more sensitive that she even thinks possible.
She’s barricaded in her room, under the soft blankets and plumped pillows. Sunlight diffuses through the sheer curtains around her bed, as she breathes through her heat. Her earbuds are playing soothing music, and on the floor, her white noise machine is on max.
Simon’s gifted her a body pillow that he’d scented for her, and she clings around it as she tries to quell the growing need within her. Inhaling his scent and being momentarily calmed before her heart squeezes and she lets out a frustrated groan.
The couple above her apartment have been going at it all morning, and it’s bad enough that Athena can hear their emotions and vaguely smell them- worst of all it fuels her frustration.
Simon better get home as soon as possible; he promised to take care of her this evening.
In the meantime she wills herself to sleep through it all.