Fanfic Rec | Like Glue, by goseaward

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Title: Like Glue
Author: goseaward
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 4777
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: In response to a kink meme prompt: Basically I would like omega!John, who doesn't even know that omegas exist, going into heat after being exposed to alpha!Sherlock over an extended period of time.

Reccer's comments: I like Omega ‘verse fics, even if most of the time they’re really crack-y or just an excuse to write smut (not that there’s anything wrong with that). This is one of the first Omega ‘verse fic I read, if not the very first, and I still like it a lot.
An omega!John who doesn’t know anything about Alphas and Betas and Omegas faces his first heat. I love John’s wry sense of humor and stoic acceptance, Sherlock’s protectiveness, how he’s ready to help John and offer him assistance, despite his obvious discomfort at having to be the one to give him the Omega ‘verse equivalent of the birds and the bees talk. Funny and hot and also kind of sweet.

Excerpt: He should have known he'd come down with the flu. Three different doctors at the surgery had already got it, which was why he'd had so much work lately—he supposed it had only been only a matter of time before he ended up ill as well. Still, he hadn't really been prepared; his immune system was normally up to the task of keeping him healthy.

He called in to the surgery (Sarah laughed at him—a locum doctor having to cancel due to illness!—which John thought was a bit unsporting) and then stumbled down the stairs to make tea. Sherlock was doing something at the table but John knew better than to ask him for help. He walked around him, filled the kettle and turned it on.

"You didn't take your suppressants," Sherlock said. His voice sounded odd.

John turned. Sherlock's hands were steady where they lay on the microscope, but he was staring at John, frowning in concentration. "Suppressants?" John said.

"For your heats."

"Sorry, my what?"

"Your heats," Sherlock said. John blinked at him. "Or your cycles. Whatever your community calls them."

Christ, it was too early for this particular brand of nuttiness. "My community? You mean doctors?"

"No, your community," Sherlock said with peculiar emphasis.