I finished my omegaverse casefic story and it’s all posted up on AO3
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.
I was going to write willietheplaidjacket a nice little fluffy smutty christmas fic, but, well, it turned into this. I’m blaming John Watson:
Christmas Leaves its Mark – In which John and Sherlock have their first time in front of the fireplace on Christmas evening. And Sherlock discovers John is a biter.
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John sat in front of the fire, watching it burn. He absently poured himself another glass of whiskey and sighed. Of course he couldn’t have a normal Christmas. Of course Harry drank too damn much and there had been a huge argument and he’d walked out.
Looking at the glass, he knew he wasn’t much better than Harry sometimes. Dad’s marvelous legacy. At least he didn’t get drunk all that often. Right now he was enjoying a delicious buzz and the quiet of the flat. He couldn’t imagine Sherlock’s Christmas was going any better than his own.
The door opened and he looked up, surprised. Sherlock tugged off his scarf and coat and took four steps into the dark flat before seeing the figure in the chair. “Problems at home, John?”
John set down his glass hard enough to rattle. “It’s Christmas, Sherlock. This is home.”
Something changed in Sherlock’s eyes. Maybe it had been too many months of dancing around the subject. Maybe it was just a little too much to drink. Or the way the firelight lit his flatmate’s face. All John Watson knew is that he was suddenly on his feet and dragging Sherlock into a kiss, pushing his tongue past lips barely resisting, the detective’s hands landing on his shoulders, pulling him closer.
There was the muffled sound of his name, but John wouldn’t let him up for air quite yet, all but dragging him towards the fire, knocking over the glass of whiskey as he pushed Sherlock to the floor, straddling the taller man’s hips. No matter what words came out of his mouth next, John could already feel his erection.
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Third chapter of The Value of an Omega is up. This is them at the club. Hope you enjoy!
Second one for the day. This is Sam/Jack for Awabubbles:
Always a Pleasure – Jack finds Sam and Dean crashing the same Christmas party he’s at. Excellent opportunity to get Sam alone.
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Jack broke into a wide smile as he saw the Winchesters come into the room. So he wasn’t the only one crashing this corporate Christmas party. Probably they were after the same information Martha and Mickey had asked him to get. Dean went straight to a tray of cocktail weenies. Sam rolled his eyes and said something that was probably about the case. Dean nodded and grabbed a free glass of wine.
Huffing, Sam walked away, looking around. Jack scribbled some notes on a napkin and slipped behind him. “You do look good in a suit, Sam.”
Sam spun around, taking in the sight of Jack in a tux. “Why are you here?”
“Same reason as you, I’d wager.”
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I wrote a christmas smut Superwood fic for Jazzforthecaptain. Jack/Castiel:
Christmas Eve 1945 – Jack’s spending Christmas Eve alone, until Castiel comes to him.
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Sometimes Jack lost track of how many times he’d been alive in 1945. This time he was in a bar somewhere in northern Maine. It was one place he was fairly certain he wouldn’t run into himself. The bar was quiet, some Christmas music playing low on the radio. The tree in the corner couldn’t quite cover the smell of loneliness and beer.
The door opened, letting in an icy blast of air that made the handful of patrons curl tighter around their drinks. Only the most desperate would be here on Christmas Eve, after all.
A warm, but familiar hand landed on Jack’s shoulder. He hardly dared hope as he turned around and looked into deep blue eyes. “Cas,” he breathed. Before he could even think, he was pulling the angel in for a kiss, warm tongue pressing past cool lips, hands full of cold trenchcoat.
Someone coughed. There was a rush of wind and when Jack came up for air he found they were in a cozy cabin. He chuckled. “I suppose there are some advantages to being an angel.”
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.”
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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.
I have a new most popular fic.
The Bond we Make just beat out. Maybe Sherlock Should Ruin John’s Dates More Often for my fic with the most hits.
Also Bond is second on kudos, just behind Maybe that Movie Before Bed was a Bad Idea
So….maybe I should write more Omegaverse? Or turn that alpha/alpha one (Passing for Omega) into a chaptered fic? Or write something else? I always take prompts and ideas.
I still really like my Night Hymns series and I kinda have a hankering to write something longer
All I love every single last one of you people that reads my stuff. You’re amazing.
What do you think?
Since half my dash is wrecked right now I think I’ll write something fluffy. And I’m thinking mystrade. I know I’m weird.
If you’re bored and want to watch me write, the google drive link is here.
Since I posted so late last night, here’s the two I put up:
Passing for Omega – alpha/alpha omegaverse where Sherlock is pretending to be omega for a case.
Safe with You – hurt/comfort pwp with a bit of bonus bamfness from Greg and John.
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.