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Gordian by Fresne (explicit)
Fandom: SHERLOCK BBC
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 15954 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fresne
Author Website: fresne at AO3
Why this must be read:
I never really got the Omegaverse. Impossible biology, gender issues, consent issues, massive porn, OMG! But Fresne tells an involving tale built on a carefully thought out, detailed framework (like vampire stories details of the Omegaverse vary from author to author). Written in an idiosyncratic staccato style that drives the story along like the rapid fire workings of Sherlock's brain "Gordian" grabs you by the heart and gonads.
"Stars in a Phyrgian Sky" is written in the same universe but a different time-line. It isn't a sequel, but it is equally fine and the last chapter contains interesting detailed notes on the world-building involved (I advise reading it after reading the story).
There is a podfic of "Gordian" too. I love podfics :-)
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.
He was wearing Alpha #5 (civet with a touch of musk ox) when he met John.
He'd been looking into a microscope at a blood sample when they came into the room. Solid steady Beta-androstenol centre notes with a base note of cedar and a high note of lavender, or rather Stamford specifically. No one person smelled exactly the same. While John, Sherlock looked up with interest, because while he had the typical centre note Alpha-androstenone musk, his scent was a complex tangle of ambergris, vanilla, leather and tobacco. He breathed in and borrowed the man's phone and told him who he was based on scent and words and tan and posture as a hello.
He said, "There's a flat that I'm interested in that will be perfect." Because it was important to get this out of the way now, he said, "I sometimes smoke. I'm quitting tomorrow. I generally have chemicals about, and occasionally (Sherlock smiled and didn't say that he meant constantly) do experiments. I play violin at all hours. I get in the dumps at times, and don't open my mouth for days on end." Here he paused as the flicker of bleak dark sunless days and steel wool air and the sameness of bored nothing that lapped at the edges of him, but he shook it off. For a moment, he thought he saw an echo of it (Afghanistan, not Iraq) in the edges of John's eyes. The echo chased the memory away into its box. "Just let me alone, and I'll soon be right." He looked down into the microscope where he was saving or condemning a man's life on a slide. "And I'm an Unpresented."
He didn't look up. There would be no way to hide it long term and for all his applied scents, Sherlock had no interest in being other than what he was. And really, he had no idea what all the fuss was about anyway. His body was just transport. And how was it anyone's business. And if this ex-army, no doubt decorated doctor with his take charge Alpha notes and his oh-so psychosomatic limp and the weathered eyes wanted to judge him, well, then he could just…
Gordian
Gordian podfic
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 15954 words
Author on LJ:
fresneAuthor Website: fresne at AO3
Why this must be read:
I never really got the Omegaverse. Impossible biology, gender issues, consent issues, massive porn, OMG! But Fresne tells an involving tale built on a carefully thought out, detailed framework (like vampire stories details of the Omegaverse vary from author to author). Written in an idiosyncratic staccato style that drives the story along like the rapid fire workings of Sherlock's brain "Gordian" grabs you by the heart and gonads.
"Stars in a Phyrgian Sky" is written in the same universe but a different time-line. It isn't a sequel, but it is equally fine and the last chapter contains interesting detailed notes on the world-building involved (I advise reading it after reading the story).
There is a podfic of "Gordian" too. I love podfics :-)
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.
He was wearing Alpha #5 (civet with a touch of musk ox) when he met John.
He'd been looking into a microscope at a blood sample when they came into the room. Solid steady Beta-androstenol centre notes with a base note of cedar and a high note of lavender, or rather Stamford specifically. No one person smelled exactly the same. While John, Sherlock looked up with interest, because while he had the typical centre note Alpha-androstenone musk, his scent was a complex tangle of ambergris, vanilla, leather and tobacco. He breathed in and borrowed the man's phone and told him who he was based on scent and words and tan and posture as a hello.
He said, "There's a flat that I'm interested in that will be perfect." Because it was important to get this out of the way now, he said, "I sometimes smoke. I'm quitting tomorrow. I generally have chemicals about, and occasionally (Sherlock smiled and didn't say that he meant constantly) do experiments. I play violin at all hours. I get in the dumps at times, and don't open my mouth for days on end." Here he paused as the flicker of bleak dark sunless days and steel wool air and the sameness of bored nothing that lapped at the edges of him, but he shook it off. For a moment, he thought he saw an echo of it (Afghanistan, not Iraq) in the edges of John's eyes. The echo chased the memory away into its box. "Just let me alone, and I'll soon be right." He looked down into the microscope where he was saving or condemning a man's life on a slide. "And I'm an Unpresented."
He didn't look up. There would be no way to hide it long term and for all his applied scents, Sherlock had no interest in being other than what he was. And really, he had no idea what all the fuss was about anyway. His body was just transport. And how was it anyone's business. And if this ex-army, no doubt decorated doctor with his take charge Alpha notes and his oh-so psychosomatic limp and the weathered eyes wanted to judge him, well, then he could just…
Gordian
Gordian podfic