I decided to start a new longer fic. Omegaverse.
“We have a serial killer, targeting unbonded male omegas near heat, and you went off your suppressants.”
“Yes.”
teaser below the cut
Sherlock Holmes wasn’t like any other omega John had ever met. The ones he’d known in the army had a healthy sexual appetite, even with the suppressants. Some even chose to mate and leave the service.
Not that any omega had captured John Watson’s eyes as anything more than a quick tumble. There had been a few betas too; he wasn’t always the pickiest after a few pints. But bonding was an entirely different affair and he loved the work and the service too much for that thought to ever cross his mind.
When a bullet sent him home, the only thoughts he had about mating were that no omega would want an alpha with a dodgy leg and shoulder. Let alone deal with the nightmares and his general uselessness.
So he’d been very surprised when Sherlock had come into his life like an unexpected hurricane.