Fic Rec: Gordian
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221b_recsTitle: Gordian
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fresne
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 15,961 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: On any given day, Sherlock might come out of the bathroom smelling like an Alpha on the hunt (Alpha #8) or an Omega in heat (Omega #9), a Beta brooding (Beta #3), or like no gender at all. The last one was his actual scent, which wasn't so much scentless as confusing. At least in an adult.
If Sherlock and John were the sort of people to read Mills and Boon novels, they could have said that what occurred was because destiny intervened and set two destined lovers in the one true pairings path.
It was the lasagne.
Reccer's comments: Yes, this is Omegaverse. But wait! Before you roll your eyes and click onward, this is Omegaverse wearing one of John's jumpers and slapping on three nicotine patches to solve relationship problems. It doesn't take itself all too seriously, but it's not crack. There's just the right amount of humour and fluff and crimes and hot, hot sex with just a pinch of angst. In this story, Sherlock keeps dismembered genitals in the fridge, Mr Hudson had a cock of steel, and John maintains the presence of mind to explain, in percentages and exact ccs, the process of Alpha/Omega heat and intercourse while he's knot-deep in the middle of it. You will want to read this for that scene alone. I'm not a fan of Omegaverse when it's used solely as a not-at-all-thinly disguised excuse for big cocks and dub-con, but this story has a heart (that may or may not have liquefied all over the microwave) and filled me with warm fuzzy squees.
Author:
fresnePairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 15,961 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: On any given day, Sherlock might come out of the bathroom smelling like an Alpha on the hunt (Alpha #8) or an Omega in heat (Omega #9), a Beta brooding (Beta #3), or like no gender at all. The last one was his actual scent, which wasn't so much scentless as confusing. At least in an adult.
If Sherlock and John were the sort of people to read Mills and Boon novels, they could have said that what occurred was because destiny intervened and set two destined lovers in the one true pairings path.
It was the lasagne.
Reccer's comments: Yes, this is Omegaverse. But wait! Before you roll your eyes and click onward, this is Omegaverse wearing one of John's jumpers and slapping on three nicotine patches to solve relationship problems. It doesn't take itself all too seriously, but it's not crack. There's just the right amount of humour and fluff and crimes and hot, hot sex with just a pinch of angst. In this story, Sherlock keeps dismembered genitals in the fridge, Mr Hudson had a cock of steel, and John maintains the presence of mind to explain, in percentages and exact ccs, the process of Alpha/Omega heat and intercourse while he's knot-deep in the middle of it. You will want to read this for that scene alone. I'm not a fan of Omegaverse when it's used solely as a not-at-all-thinly disguised excuse for big cocks and dub-con, but this story has a heart (that may or may not have liquefied all over the microwave) and filled me with warm fuzzy squees.
