IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cvelvet_maceSeptember 13 2011, 18:05:42 UTC
“Now days, we do try to keep omegas in school for as long as we can. Some even go on to college! So don’t sell your options to cheaply. No matter how tempting that alpha from class is, remember having a baby is life changer. You don’t want to be stuck bearing the children of someone who is lazy and won’t look after you. We do have an omega club you can attend that meets after class once a week. You might find it helpful being around others who have gone through similar early heats, who understand your temptations and can help you stay strong through them.”
John was hardly listening. It had finally sunk in on him that he wasn’t an Alpha. And he wasn’t a comfortable beta, either. He was a breeding factory for the next generation. This was life. He’d work around his heats until someone came along and knocked him up. And then came a life of popping out child after child until the his fertility finally gave out. The thought of it made him feel queasy. Children had always been such an abstract idea for him, but now it became horribly real, and he wasn’t ready for it. By the time his Dad finally arrived to take him home, he was in tears.
Somehow John survived the day and the next, too, lying in bed, isolated to his room like he was contagious. And then came the weekend. By Monday the heat was long past, but the damage was already done. He had an omega scent now. Anyone with a nose could tell his gender, and suddenly he had far more attention than he ever wanted, mostly from Alphas who were a lot older than he was. John hated that the most, even more than the enforced days off and the constant catch up work, or the obsessive checking and planning to make sure he’d never be caught at school during a heat again. The same people who last week passed him in the corridors without a second glance, now watched his every move as he went from class to class. It was only a matter of time before one of them pounced.
Two years later a pill was invented that prevented heats. John practically ran down to his local GP and demanded to be put on it. He hadn’t even waited to get home before taking the first dose, and he walked home with his mind full of big dreams. He then threw himself into his schoolwork with a vengeance, thankful that he’d never miss another test, or have to borrow someone else's notes again.
He still faced prejudice. People wondered why he bothered, after all, eventually he’d have an Alpha to take care of him. What would he need with the education? I won’t sell myself cheaply. This is my life and I can do what I want with it. He said it with such fervour that people seldom suggested it twice. They soon learned his other rules as well: he never dated alphas, no matter how hard they pursued him. He had no sense of humour when it came to comments about his gender. He might be small but he had a devastating left hook and he wasn’t afraid to use it. Stay on his right side, and he was the gentlest, sweetest man in existence. Get on his wrong side, and Lord help you, because no one else would.
While John was in medical school they came out with a newer, stronger pill that even stopped the trace omega hormones he produced between heats. He was one of the first on that, too. And that’s when everything finally opened up for him.
For the first time since he was fourteen he could walk down a corridor without being checked out by every unbonded alpha he passed. People finally got it. He wasn’t being introduced to random alphas by well meaning friends and family, or told, cluckishly, how well suited he’d be as a parent. No one gazed at his chest looking for signs that he’d breast fed a child, or wondered what had left him barren for year after year. For the first time it was he who did the chatting, instead of being the chatted. He got the attention that he wanted, when he wanted it. It was bliss. It was better than bliss, it was freedom. He never wanted to go back. And he began to think that maybe he didn’t need to.
Fifteen years after that, he met Sherlock. By then, the embarrassment of adolescence was so far behind him that he’d grown positively complacent.
Re: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cpillow_faceSeptember 13 2011, 18:47:42 UTC
Oh lord I was really hoping someone would fill this and then you did! I don't think you can even comprehend how excited I am at this fact *-* Your Mate fic converted me to Mystrade. Never saw that coming. eeeeeeeeeeeeeee *le bookmark* (LJ is making posting comments a real bitch tonight, attempt #5)
Re: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cvelvet_maceSeptember 13 2011, 18:55:11 UTC
I hope people like this. I'm kinda working more on the backstory of the universe than just jumping to the porn. Which is kinda missing the point of this universe a bit. Hopefully the OP won't be disappointed.
Re: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cpillow_faceSeptember 13 2011, 19:01:24 UTC
Personally I love that. Don't get me wrong, who doesn't love a bit of pwp, but the change is refreshing. Also now that my fangirling has died down a bit, love the backstory on John. As much as I love him as the omega, it's obvious that it can't be easy being the kind of person he is when omega's are generally regarded the way women used to be (baby makers and housewives only). Look forward to more :D
Re: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cvelvet_maceSeptember 13 2011, 19:06:32 UTC
I'm liking it so far, can't wait to see what's next.
I love that it's John who's all growly at the beginning, when he got all defensive when Sherlock outed him. By the end of the conversation they seem quite pleased with each other too :)
Re: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cvelvet_maceSeptember 13 2011, 19:21:47 UTC
Oh! This is just-- YUM!!! I like the sexy bits as much as the next woman, but I especially love it with a good well-developed story! I really can't wait for more of this lovely deliciousness!! *settles in to stalk* ^_^
Re: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cvelvet_maceSeptember 13 2011, 20:12:22 UTC
Well, you'll get sexy bits too, because I'm working up to porning the shit out of both John and Sherlock and Lestrade and Mycroft. I just have to get the reason why they madly fucking out of the way first.
Re: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cmadrona_8September 14 2011, 07:15:57 UTC
I do love me some Alpha/Omega fics. And you are writing it? **smiles stupidly** This Alpha/Omega thing has suddenly become my new kink. I didn't even know about it a month ago.
Re: IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT (Warning: Omegaverse) 2cvelvet_maceSeptember 14 2011, 07:33:54 UTC
Neither did I. I feel a little bit awkward writing this because I haven't done my research as thoroughly as I probably should have in this universe. So this is more of an AU of an AU rather than being a proper AU.
John was hardly listening. It had finally sunk in on him that he wasn’t an Alpha. And he wasn’t a comfortable beta, either. He was a breeding factory for the next generation. This was life. He’d work around his heats until someone came along and knocked him up. And then came a life of popping out child after child until the his fertility finally gave out. The thought of it made him feel queasy. Children had always been such an abstract idea for him, but now it became horribly real, and he wasn’t ready for it. By the time his Dad finally arrived to take him home, he was in tears.
Somehow John survived the day and the next, too, lying in bed, isolated to his room like he was contagious. And then came the weekend. By Monday the heat was long past, but the damage was already done. He had an omega scent now. Anyone with a nose could tell his gender, and suddenly he had far more attention than he ever wanted, mostly from Alphas who were a lot older than he was. John hated that the most, even more than the enforced days off and the constant catch up work, or the obsessive checking and planning to make sure he’d never be caught at school during a heat again. The same people who last week passed him in the corridors without a second glance, now watched his every move as he went from class to class. It was only a matter of time before one of them pounced.
Two years later a pill was invented that prevented heats. John practically ran down to his local GP and demanded to be put on it. He hadn’t even waited to get home before taking the first dose, and he walked home with his mind full of big dreams. He then threw himself into his schoolwork with a vengeance, thankful that he’d never miss another test, or have to borrow someone else's notes again.
He still faced prejudice. People wondered why he bothered, after all, eventually he’d have an Alpha to take care of him. What would he need with the education? I won’t sell myself cheaply. This is my life and I can do what I want with it. He said it with such fervour that people seldom suggested it twice. They soon learned his other rules as well: he never dated alphas, no matter how hard they pursued him. He had no sense of humour when it came to comments about his gender. He might be small but he had a devastating left hook and he wasn’t afraid to use it. Stay on his right side, and he was the gentlest, sweetest man in existence. Get on his wrong side, and Lord help you, because no one else would.
While John was in medical school they came out with a newer, stronger pill that even stopped the trace omega hormones he produced between heats. He was one of the first on that, too. And that’s when everything finally opened up for him.
For the first time since he was fourteen he could walk down a corridor without being checked out by every unbonded alpha he passed. People finally got it. He wasn’t being introduced to random alphas by well meaning friends and family, or told, cluckishly, how well suited he’d be as a parent. No one gazed at his chest looking for signs that he’d breast fed a child, or wondered what had left him barren for year after year. For the first time it was he who did the chatting, instead of being the chatted. He got the attention that he wanted, when he wanted it. It was bliss. It was better than bliss, it was freedom. He never wanted to go back. And he began to think that maybe he didn’t need to.
Fifteen years after that, he met Sherlock. By then, the embarrassment of adolescence was so far behind him that he’d grown positively complacent.
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I don't think you can even comprehend how excited I am at this fact *-*
Your Mate fic converted me to Mystrade. Never saw that coming.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeee *le bookmark*
(LJ is making posting comments a real bitch tonight, attempt #5)
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Also now that my fangirling has died down a bit, love the backstory on John. As much as I love him as the omega, it's obvious that it can't be easy being the kind of person he is when omega's are generally regarded the way women used to be (baby makers and housewives only).
Look forward to more :D
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I love that it's John who's all growly at the beginning, when he got all defensive when Sherlock outed him. By the end of the conversation they seem quite pleased with each other too :)
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