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letalkingmime had a request for alpha Sherlock and beta John, so I wrote it:

John’s Alpha – Sherlock’s an alpha, John’s a beta. They always knew they would bond.

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John had known from the moment of meeting him that Sherlock was an alpha. He’d known within the first hour that the man wanted to mate with him, despite his not being an omega of any sort. And he realized he wanted to give himself just as much as he was wanted. Of course it took them some time longer to actually get to that point, taking the long way round.

Now here they were, ensconced in Sherlock’s bed. John was no virgin, but he felt nervous as a blushing bride as he sat naked against the headboard. He knew they’d planned this out as well as they could, that he was physically capable of taking his lover and that before the night was over he’d feel a knot inside of him. He also knew beyond any doubt that he loved Sherlock and was loved in return, and that the image of a bride wasn’t so far off. After tonight they’d be mated, as if they weren’t practically bonded already.

Sherlock closed the door. He’d stripped down to his pants, but left them on for the moment. The room was dim, with candles making an effort at romance. John smiled at his lover as he came to the bed and crawled to him, leaning in to capture his lips in a heartbreaking kiss. Moaning softly he parted his mouth, smoothing his hands down Sherlock’s back, relaxing underneath him. They’d done plenty of kissing in the months leading up to this moment.

“I do want you,” breathed John as they broke apart, looking up into Sherlock’s eyes. He ran a hand through Sherlock’s hair as his kisses moved lower, mouthing the side of his neck, hands turning John and laying him down on his back. John’s cock stirred with interest, but he was content to let the alpha lead, warm breath tracing down his chest.

“Obviously,” answered Sherlock, opening a bottle of lube and warming it in his hands. John ran a hand down his arm, needing to touch, feeling the muscle and sinew of Sherlock’s arm. Leaning down, Sherlock mouthed John’s hip as if savoring the taste, tongue dipping down into the hollow. He moaned softly, spreading his legs as he watched Sherlock, the undercurrent of nervousness keeping him on edge while those amazing pale eyes watched him.

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I finished my omegaverse casefic story and it’s all posted up on AO3

The Value of an Omega

I’m really very pleased with this one and the comments I’ve received have been amazing. This isn’t typical omegaverse, and that’s okay.

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I finished my omegaverse casefic story and it’s all posted up on AO3

The Value of an Omega

I’m really very pleased with this one and the comments I’ve received have been amazing. This isn’t typical omegaverse, and that’s okay.

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Chapter 2 of my casefic is up.

The Value of an Omega

Not sure how often I’ll be updating. i’m not very good at operating on a schedule, but i’ll probably be posting pretty quick as i’m a fast writer.

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I decided to start a new longer fic. Omegaverse.

The Value of an Omega – 

“We have a serial killer, targeting unbonded male omegas near heat, and you went off your suppressants.”

“Yes.”

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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. 

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This one is an alpha/alpha omegaverse Johnlock:

Passing for Omega – So they can infiltrate a club for a case, Sherlock must pretend to be an omega. Plans always come with unexpected complications.

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“I can hardly believe you’ve talked me into this,” said John, for the fifth time that afternoon.

“It’s working perfectly fine,” said Sherlock evenly, ducking his head as someone else turned towards them.

John growled at the stranger and the person quickly hurried on. “You just had to pick up the omega heat pheromones, didn’t you?”

“I told you, the containers were not clearly labeled. The black market isn’t known for the most meticulous handwriting. We’re almost there.”

“Oh  yes, this is brilliant. Taking you, smelling of heat, into a club packed full of alphas.” John held Sherlock’s arm a little tighter.

“They’re all bonded, that, after all, is the reason I am doing this. They would never allow two unbonded alphas anywhere near the place. And frankly, you could never pass as an omega.”

“Thanks, I think. This is it, yeah?” John looked up at the non-descript building. He could smell omega from here, but mostly Sherlock being damned distracting.

Sherlock handed him the necessary credentials and John marched up to the door, Sherlock close on his heels. The guard looked them over. “He’s in heat.”

“Just barely. I can handle him. Or anyone else.” John bared his teeth. At least being protective didn’t require any acting.

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Welp, I finally wrote an omegaverse fic. There was a request for asexual alpha Sherlock and Omega John… so here we go:

The Bond we Make – In the middle of nowhere for a case, John realizes he forgot his suppressants….

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John was short of breath as they got back to the cabin. Sherlock was saying something, but he was already past him and into his room, tearing into his bag. Suppressants were hard to get outside the army, but Mycroft always kept him supplied. He shouldn’t have been in heat, not already, but apparently chasing crazy people around the backwoods for four solid days was too much. Not finding them he cursed and threw the bag, spilling the contents across the floor.

“John?” Sherlock appeared in the doorway. John could smell him, could feel himself growing wetter.

“Get out,” he growled, but didn’t move from his spot.

Sherlock moved a little closer, no doubt picking up his pheromones. “You’re going into heat?”

John closed his eyes. “Yes. Obviously. You don’t want to be here, Sherlock. This doesn’t interest you.”

“Don’t you need to be…taken care of?”

Huffing out his breath, John faced him. “Not my first heat. We’re too far from town for you to head back by yourself. Just lock the door and whatever you do, don’t come in here.”

When Sherlock didn’t move, John grabbed him and shoved him out. Then he dragged a chair in front of it. He shed his clothes and climbed into bed. Not even a toy in his bag. This was going to be miserable.