My FTH 2025 is finally done! Thank you @naefelldaurk for bidding on me. It is omegaverse set in Sherlock. Sherlock is the alpha, John the omega, alternate meeting. Please note the tags and warnings.
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I need a fanfic where just after Sherlock fake death John finds out he’s pregnant!
So that when Sherlock comes back John’s got this baby that he knows nothing about. John’s obviously furious with Sherlock because not only did he abandon him he also abandoned there child!!
“You’re a weird one, Holmes. But I like it.” Greg smiles, tilting his head, and Sherlock smiles back.
“Get some rest, Lestrade. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“You’re leaving?” Greg asks, a mild panic in his scent as he grabs Sherlock’s arm tightly, the movement causing the pad to fall off.
“I- I don’t want to impose, you-”
“I don’t want you to go. Please. Please, stay.”
“Is that a good idea, Omega?” Sherlock whispers, face going closer.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Lestrade.”
“Alpha. Stay.” Greg says, starting to sit upright and Sherlock moves fast, pushing him back down than sliding one hand down to his stomach to rest his hand there. Greg lets out a moan at the touch and Sherlock’s eyes turn golden again. He’s looming over Greg, tall and beautiful and Greg touches his arm lightly.
Sherlock paced across her living room, Suziria splayed across the back of the coach, wooden puzzle in hand. This case was proving to be annoying. The perp never stuck in a pattern other than vulnerable omegas in quite a few parts of the city. It had been a week since the last attack, and Sherlock was getting restless. She had already stalked the areas that were most likely to new crime scenes and the old ones as well. She had already finished her last cig and couldn't be bothered to roll more.
Sherlock stood in front of her board once again, “He stabs the omegas. Obviously, the knife is a replacement for his dick. He's impotent and angry, seeking to control and take back what power he feels he's lost. He takes mostly jewelry as souvenirs, but on the male omegas, he takes their shoes,” Sherlock growled, ruffling her hair, her fingers slipping through her curls. So far, there were five victims, one died of blood loss on the way to the hospital, three more died on sight, and the last one died an hour after.
“Perhaps he has a job that makes him feel small,” Suziria asked from their spot on the coach.
“While that is a possibility that doesn't help at the moment," Sherlock waved dismissively towards the couch. As Sherlock continued to stare at the board, her phone rang. "What?" She barked into the phone.
"There's been another, this time, he killed them," D.I Lestrade's voice told him. "62 Queens Road behind the nightclub."
"We will be there, don't touch anything!" Sherlock hung up the phone and strode towards her coat. She quickly drew it across her body. Suziria climbed up her leg and the back of her Belstaff, placing the wooden puzzle in the left pocket before perching on her shoulder.
With any luck, it was the actual stabber and not an opportunistic killing. There had been several of them ever since the press broke the news. People were using him as a way to try and get away with murder. They hailed a cab and slid inside, giving the cabbie directions. When they arrived, Sherlock tossed the cabbie a handful of bills and hurried towards the police tape. Lestrade was there waiting for her, Donovan nowhere in sight.
"Where's the body?" Sherlock asked, cutting to the chase, ducking under the police tape.
"Right this way, twenty-five female omega, no jewelry, but her purse wasn't taken, leaving out robbery. She was stabbed several times," Lestrade spoke, leading Sherlock the short distance to the body.
Sherlock stood over the bloody body with a fading stainless steel coloured magic taking on every detail, the pretty blonde laid face down. She was in a waitress uniform headed home from work. Sherlock kneeled closer to the body, and there was a slight tan line around her wrist indicating a routinely worn bracelet. He was getting more violent, and chunks of her hair were ripped from her scalp. Sherlock took a glove and used it to lift her hand. There was no blood under her fingertips, only gravel. She had tried to crawl away, and he most likely knelt on her while stabbing. It was most definitely their guy. Going by how she had been able to move while he was on top of her, he must be slight of build as well as short going by the angle of the thrusts from the prior bodies.
"Got anything for me, Sherlock?"
"The man is also slight of build, seeing as he clearly knelt on her, and she was able to move. If he had been a heavier man, she would have found it difficult," Sherlock shook her head. This case was puzzling and frustrating. She should have been able to solve it by now. She would need to do a reading tonight.
"It's okay, Sherlock, maybe he has help? That could be why the crime scenes are so clean of DNA and evidence pointing to the killer," Suziria pointed out, patting her cheek in an attempt to be comforting.
"That's a good point. Lestrade, check the database for any witches capable of cleaning a crime scene. No omegas, though." It could be another Moriarty associated case.
"On it," Lestrade didn't bother to argue with her for once.
Sherlock had been on the trail of a man named Moriarty, a consulting criminal as he was known. His cases always frustrated her. He helped criminals do better crimes, which at first had been thrilling, and better cases to solve. However, now it was just annoying every time she unraveled one knot of his tangled web. There was another one waiting for her. She even resorted to working with her brother.
When William goes into heat around Sherlock it's INTENSE. He's been touch starved for so long that when he is touched by the Alpha it sends him spiraling into an insatiable fit for touch. Two fingers inside aren't enough and he's almost sobbing for more. Even when Sherlock is fucking him, he's got tears and crying, "Alpha! Sherlock! Just knot me! I need it! I need it! I need it!" With a snarl Sherlock slams his knot inside and fucks William while he cries in pleasure and overstimulation. He's finally stuffed and feels so full with Sherlock's cock and knot heavy in his stomach. When he's finally fucked out, his tears still falling, Sherlock gently holds him and kisses his head. He'll praise William until the omega falls asleep. From then on Sherlock makes sure to give all kinds of touches throughout the day so William heals from being touch starved... And to save his cock from getting snapped in half🤭🤭🤭
It’s up! The end of the semester ate me alive, so even posting an already written chapter was impossible for a bit, but it’s up now! Omega John, alpha Sherlock, more chapters to come! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51302266/chapters/132849259#workskin
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John Watson/Other(s)
Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Not actual rape, Just unwanted bond, So I tagged it non-con, Just to be safe, omg another wip, what am i doing to myself, I hate myself, clearly, Alpha Sherlock, Omega John, hidden genders, John is sort of a bad ass omega, john takes no shit, Sherlock is a Size Queen, There will be pining, they're idiots, Drug Use
Summary:
John never let his secondary gender as an Omega stop him from doing what he wanted.
He got his doctorate, he joined the army, and he even forced the army to deal with "What happens if an Omega gets a bond forced on them" when before they just... waved it off.
However, John never thought he'd do that to protect himself.. until it happened.