Don’t you dare look down your nose at John Watson for his service. He’s proud to be an army omega. You’ll never know how good he has it.

This, people, is 100% non-problematically consensual and non-angst-ridden omegaverse.  With minimal sex.  (Well.  Relatively speaking.)  

And there’ll be a sequel, because this freaking setting won’t stop building itself in my head.  Yeah, yeah, knots, heat, whatever. BUT. BUT. GENDER ISSUES AND SOCIAL CONSTRUCTS. 

Priorities, I has them.

Also on my LJ if you like that better.

BBC Sherlock fic: Serviceman

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