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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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My Omega / Johnlock sketch-Alpha / Omega.
Well what else can I say, long time without doing something of this pair...(¡Dioses, esto fue demasiado rápido debo decir..!) Here is just a small sketch where John is a very possessive Alpha always ready to defend Sherlock (his omega) "with fists and teeth” A little blood and wounds? Of course, why not.
Lots of love. Ligia Pach Jara
With Time
Heats weren’t what they used to be. Anymore it was like a low-grade itch, sometimes one that Sherlock didn’t even know needed scratched until John happened across it. Sometimes it was nothing more than a few moody days where Sherlock was a tetchy sonofabitch, being extra snappish and fussy until John looked at the calendar and said ‘ah’ and took Sherlock to bed. Sometimes, he’d be the one to catch on first. When that happened, it was more like it used to be. More seduction. More ‘come-take-me-to-bed.’ A spark, sometimes. A spark.
New fic for BakerStMel on Twitter and AO3, who commissioned Sussex omegaverse for the @fandomtrumpshate 2017 auction.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10270076
just a quick question, how old are john and sherlock throughout your 'as summer rains fall' series? like in each installment?
In “A Canopy of Incandescent Blue” and “Nocturnal Perturbations of Royal Omegas”, Sherlock is 10 and John is 14. John was 14 when Mycroft hammered out the betrothal contract with John’s father.
In every other installment, Sherlock is 11 and John is 15. I have not yet aged them up. In the next installment, which I’ll post after Serendipitous Occurrences is finished, Sherlock will be 15 and John 19.
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John laughed in the slightly hysterical way one does after going through an emotionally challenging moment, and took Sherlock’s hand the way he always had. He lowered his face and ran his nose along the thin skin of Sherlock’s inner wrist, inhaling as he went. It tickled and Sherlock squirmed, giggling. John flashed him a fond smile which made Sherlock squirm for an entirely different reason.
“You don’t have to do that, if you don’t want.” He said, self-conscious as John scented at his wrist again. “If you’d rather not or…if my scent is distasteful…”
“No, not at all.” John said. “I like your scent.”
“Oh.” Sherlock could see John’s blonde eyelashes fluttering atop his cheeks and smell the faintest whiff of his scent. He scooted closer, to the edge of the sofa. “I like your scent, too.” His heart was pounding in his chest, almost making him lightheaded. “John…” He wet his drip lips and scooted even closer, sick with fear that he would be rejected. In all likelihood, he would be. “It’s been a long week. Hasn't it?"
“Yes…” John agreed cautiously. Sherlock wondered if he’d already guessed what he wanted.
Familial scentings were commonplace. Mummy’s scentings were rare but Father scented him every morning before breakfast. Mycroft scented him of a morning and night, and sometimes whenever he saw him throughout the day. It was an everyday expression of their love, and their bond, and Sherlock always felt happy and loved and safe when his family scented him.
He wanted that from John too.
“I suppose I shouldn’t ask,” He began in a shaking voice, “but if you wouldn’t mind…” Sherlock trailed off, thinking of the horrible week they’d both endured. He thought of watching John with another Omega, watching as she pressed herself against him and whispered in his ear. He thought of being left behind while everyone else- John included- went ahead without him and had fun. He thought of being ignored, feeling like no one wanted him. He thought of the distance John had kept between them and the fear that he’d ruined everything. He thought of the multitude of things he’d wanted to say to John, places he’d wanted to show him, thoughts and feelings and opinions that had gone unsaid because they hadn’t been speaking.
“Would you please…?” Sherlock couldn’t ask for what he wanted. It felt different to do this with John. He didn’t know why. It just did.
John was frowning, eyes darting between each of Sherlock’s own, but Sherlock held his gaze, steady. He wasn’t asking for anything wrong. He’d seen Alpha patrons scent their Omegas before. Scentings were important for both an Alpha and Omega. It soothed and comforted. It reaffirmed a bond and confirmed for each of them that they were wanted. He and John were family, after a fashion, and there was nothing preventing him from giving Sherlock a scenting.
John must have reached the same conclusion as Sherlock because he slowly...slowly...slowly leaned forward, propping himself up with his hands on the sofa, giving Sherlock plenty of time to stop him.
Sherlock had no intention of stopping him.
He watched as John came closer and Sherlock's eyes fluttered closed when he was inches away, stomach twisting, wondering what John would do. What would happen. How their first scenting would take place. It was important. A monumental moment in both their lives. Sherlock had always wondered how his first scenting with an Alpha who wasn't a member of his family would go- although, he amended, John was family. Just...distant family. Not-quite-yet family.
Still.
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Trigger Warnings for this chapter: Attempted sexual assault, sexual assault, attempted rape between 2 characters who are both of age but it is still a situation which is forced. There is no actual rape.
If you have questions about what happens, please feel free to drop me a message and I will explain everything.
Mycroft left the ballroom as soon as he was able and moved with alacrity, hurrying up the flights of stairs to his bedroom, infused with the thrill of sneaking away from the ball and meeting for a rendezvous with Gregory. He didn’t pass anyone on his way up. Everyone was downstairs, drinking and dancing, and Mycroft was incredibly grateful to Lord and Lady Cavill for arranging so many diversions to keep everyone occupied.
His breath came faster as he pushed himself, his steps quickening, and he almost tripped up the last few steps as he gained the upper landing. He’d been looking forward to this all day and he was excited. He and Gregory hadn’t had a chance to be alone together, uninhibited, in over two weeks. But tonight, they would be. No interruptions. No one to bother them. No one nearby to overhear their coupling. Mycroft was already half-aroused just by the thought alone, conjuring up memories of being taken by Gregory, of being pounded into in the roughly sweet way Gregory had which left Mycroft satisfied and sore.
He turned the corner-
And skidded to a halt in the middle of the hallway, his heart plummeting.
“Good evening, sweetheart.” The Duke of Lennox pushed away from the wall against which he’d been leaning and gave Mycroft a slow, knowing smile, eyes indolently tracing up and down his body. “You look ravishing this evening.”
Mycroft kept his expression bland. Awareness of the danger he was in flooded through his system, leaving his ears ringing. “What are you doing here, Your Grace?”
“What do you mean- what am I doing here? I’m staying here. My bedroom’s just the next hall over…but you knew that.” He chided. “It’s torture to know that you and I are so close together and yet…so far apart.”
He was alone with Lennox. There was no one else nearby. Everyone was downstairs, a fact he’d been celebrating only seconds ago. And Gregory was not supposed to follow him for another fifteen minutes.
“What I meant was why aren’t you downstairs with everyone else, Your Grace?” Mycroft quickly assessed the situation. It was not good. While a part of him refused to believe that Lennox would actually accost him, another, more rational part of him knew he was at risk. Lennox stood between Mycroft and the safety of his bedroom. Mycroft couldn’t move closer to Lennox without putting himself within reach. The safest option was to go back downstairs. It meant giving up on his idyll with Gregory but…
As Lennox’s smile widened, turning predatory, Mycroft knew he had no other options.
“I confess, sweetheart, that I had an uncanny suspicion I may find you here during the ball.” Lennox strode closer, his boots quiet on the stone floor, and Mycroft forced himself to stand his ground. He wouldn’t allow Lennox to scare him. “I thought that you may perhaps sneak away early, and the opportunity was too irresistible to pass up.”
“The opportunity?” Mycroft asked- but he’d barely spoken the words before Lennox lunged.
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“…and now, if it pleases Your Majesties,” The Alpha lord motioned for a servant to approach, “my wife and I have a gift to welcome you to Eguisheim and to bless your future union as Alpha and Omega.”
Sherlock looked, only mildly curious as to what the gift was-
He reeled backward, choking on air, staring with shocked horror at the statue that was being offered to John. It was a bronze statue of a couple, completely naked and intimately entwined, Alpha and Omega in their respective roles. The Omega was dwarfed by the Alpha's big, strong, powerful body and their head was tipped submissively to the side, a look of ecstasy on their face as the Alpha bit at their neck. The Alpha’s teeth were embedded in the Omega’s neck. Their arms were wrapped around the smaller body, holding the Omega close, and the Alpha's cock was buried in the Omega's-
Blood rushed to Sherlock’s cheeks. He wanted to look away but couldn’t, morbidly fascinated by the statue which the Alpha lord was extending to John. John, for his part, looked equally mortified but accepted the gift with a stammered thanks.
“This is a fertility statue which has been sanctified by the gods and prayed over by our priests.” The Alpha lord explained. Sherlock watched John’s fingers touch the bronze figures and felt lightheaded. He glanced away and his eyes collided with the Alpha’s wife. She smirked at Sherlock, silently laughing at him.
“It is a blessing for you and your Omega, that your future bond will be strong and happy, and that your matings will be beneficial and produce many offspring...”
Everyone was staring at them. They were watching John accept a fertility statue depicting a graphic mating and Sherlock was standing there as his newly made betrothed. His future mate. They were talking about him.
“As the Omega naturally submits to the Alpha in all things, this statue depicts the Omega in their proper position, presenting to the Alpha and offering themselves up as a vessel for the Alpha’s pleasure and advantage…”
Sherlock wanted to make the Alpha lord shut up but there was nothing he could do without giving offense. His eyes darted around the veranda, looking for an escape, for someone to help. He wanted John to say something, to defer and end the ceremony, but he was just standing there, holding the statue, letting the Alpha lord ramble on and on about their future bond and matings and children and-
There were no other options. There was nothing else Sherlock could do.
He fainted.
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Can someone please help me stop wanting to write Sherlock Christmas Movie AU’s???
Has anyone ever seen Christmas in Connecticut?
“While recovering in a hospital, war hero Jefferson Jones (Dennis Morgan) grows familiar with the "Diary of a Housewife" column written by Elizabeth Lane (Barbara Stanwyck). Jeff's nurse arranges with Elizabeth's publisher, Alexander Yardley (Sydney Greenstreet), for Jeff to spend the holiday at Elizabeth's bucolic Connecticut farm with her husband and child. But the column is a sham, so Yardley hastens to arrange a publicity ploy by setting up single, nondomestic Elizabeth on a country farm.”
And I mean...
Omegaverse, right?
Omega!Sherlock writes a “Diary of a Bonded Omega” column in a newspaper and gives out advice to bonded Omegas about home life on a farm and how to keep one’s Alpha happy- except he’s never been bonded and he lives in the city. He gets all of his information from Mrs. Hudson, who loves him like a son, and Angelo, whom Sherlock has bought a restaurant for with the money he’s made from his advice column. Everything goes to hell when Sherlock’s publisher, Sebastian Wilkes, who runs an empire of various newspapers and magazines, asks Sherlock to host a returning war hero, Alpha!John Watson, and show him what a real home is like...with a bonded Alpha/Omega couple and their child. Both of which Sherlock has written about. Extensively.
Neither of which Sherlock actually has.
At first, Sherlock thinks he’ll just call the whole thing off and tell his publisher that he’s been lying and get fired...but Greg Lestrade, Sherlock’s editor, will lose his job too. It’s one thing for Sherlock to ruin things for himself, it’s another to ruin things for someone who’s done so much for him like Greg has. But they don’t know what to do.
While they’re at Angelo’s, Alpha!Irene Adler, who has offered to bond with Sherlock multiple times, asks again....blah, blah, blah and suddenly Sherlock has an Alpha and a home to show his publisher, and a mad plan takes shape which Irene goes along with to please Sherlock as a wedding present for their new bond.
Alpha!John Watson arrives at Irene’s farm along with Sebastian Wilkes and shenanigans ensue. Sherlock and Greg and Mrs. Hudson and Angelo have to convince Sebastian that Sherlock is who he claims to be...even though Sherlock is literally the most clueless Omega ever. There’s a borrowed baby Sherlock has no idea how to take care of, his and Irene’s wedding getting stalled for this or that reason, Mrs. Hudson and Angelo scheming to keep Sherlock from marrying Irene...and then the two of them scheming to get Sherlock bonded to John instead. Oh, and of course Sherlock and John are falling in love this whole time.
And Alpha!Greg came along to make sure things went well, and he’s surprised when Sherlock’s older brother, Omega!Mycroft Holmes, arrives. He’s heard that his little brother is getting married and bonded and is not only upset he wasn’t invited, but worried that Sherlock is rushing into a bond too fast- and a questionable bond to a professional person such as Irene Adler.
There’s lots of lovely misunderstandings and falling in love and scenting and Alpha possessiveness and cute, blushing virgin!Sherlock and so much sexual innuendo along with an explosion of Christmas.
I’m still working out all the details, but I want to write this...
