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One Starry Night (10913 words) by janto321
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Philip Anderson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Fantasy, Alternate Universe – Werewolf, Alternate Universe – Vampire, Vampire Sherlock, Werewolf John, Alpha/Omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Topping from the Bottom, Alpha Sherlock, Omega John Watson, Omega John, Top Sherlock, Bottom John, Knotting, Blood Drinking, Marking, Coitus Interruptus, Sherlock Being Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Case Fic
Summary:

Werewolf John Watson has an encounter with vampire Sherlock as he goes into heat. And it leads places neither of them expected.

I wasn’t going to include this fic because it’s so recent. But I have to take a moment I think and go ahead and put it in here.

I never expected a vampire sherlock/werewolf john omegaverse fic to take off like it did.

This was born from a fanwork challenge on johnwantsit. When I decided to make it longer than a chapter I started calling it “my kitchen sink fic”. The original prompt I used was simply “One Starry Night”.

Much to my shock, folks loved it, and a pwp turned into something quite different. But a lot of my fics are that way. I think I’m writing one thing and then the characters take over and then I end up with something better.

Writing is awesome (and sometimes awful hard, but I love it more often)

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For the johnwantsit 1k follower thing:

One Starry Night – Werewolf John Watson has an encounter with vampire Sherlock as he goes into heat.

teaser below the cut

John limped his way across the open field. His heat was coming on, but there was nothing he could do. The wound in his shoulder burned in the moonlight; a silver bullet had nearly taken his life. He’d survived, but could no longer change. A werewolf who couldn’t change was useless to the pack, so he’d been cast out. Six months ago now. He slept when he could, always moving. He didn’t have a pack, or a home. He hardly knew what he was anymore.

A strange scent came across the air. Vampire. He stopped and growled, wishing he had a weapon or could bring out his claws. Instead, he drew himself up as much as he could. “Show yourself,” he snarled.

The vampire seemed to come from thin air, standing tall and pale in the moonlight. Alpha. The pale eyes seemed to take in everything about John at a glance. John was wearing tattered pants, but he might as well be naked. He took a step back, hair standing up on the back of his neck.

“Werewolf,” pronounced the stranger. “But you cannot change, due to the wound on your shoulder.” He started pacing around John. “Omega. Going into heat, but also you have been cast out of your pack.”

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