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Fic recs I collected last night, from about 3 hours. I’m excluding the ones I remember already reading:

Fics I’ve found myself reccing several times:

Part 2

anonymous asked:

Just wondering if you've read any other Omegaverse fics that you would recommend? Yours is wonderful, but it's leaving me hungry for more ;)

Fresne’s Gordian

“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 their one true pairings’ path.

It was the lasagna.”

(There’s a whole series of these, exploring different characters and gender possibilities, but this one really stuck with me and caught my eye (and got me thinking.)

Songlin's Celestial Bodies Series

“They watch the omegas in their class miss a week at a time for their heats, or turn up pregnant, or drop out entirely, and see even the nicest, brightest boys and girls get rude and dumb and aggressive after presenting as alphas. Privately, they wonder what the rush is about.

John and Sherlock are eighteen years old and still haven’t presented as alpha or omega, though they’re both sure they know how their cards have been dealt. That is their first mistake.”

Just gorgeous writing, and I love it to bits!

These were the two I read in Omegaverse that made me consider it for myself, and then since I was writing Gilded Cage, I didn’t read too many others - I didn’t want to hijack ‘verse details, or writing styles =D

Word count: 15,963
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes, Mrs. Hudson
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Knotting, Dubious Consent, Mpreg, world building, MaleOmega/MaleAlpha, Omega Verse, Omega Sherlock, Alpha John, Pro-choice attitutude to contraceptive rights, A/B/O, First Time, Virgin Sherlock
Series: Part 2 of Phrygian Choices, Part 2 of Phrygian Variations on a Theme
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 their one true pairings’ path.

It was the lasagna.

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This rec was originally posted on 221b_recs.

Rec: 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.

Gordian

In the omega-verse. Sherlock is an adult without a gender but some would say he and his Alpha John are destined to get together.

Warnings: omega-verse, and lots of (wonderful) omega-verse sex

Reader: Fresne

Writer: Fresne

Length: 01:51:07

Audio: I love American Fresne way of reading, she conveys Sherlock’s flippent mad train of thought perfectly.

Story: This has to be one of the best omega-verse fics I’ve read, and now in podfic form, oh happy times. This is a gateway drug into the omega-verse, the humour stops it getting too heavy and intense. I love hearing Sherlock’s mad logic and crazy plans and experiments, he’s so endearing and funny. Love this podfic, I’m already listening to it for the 2nd time. I’m going to go read fresne’s other omega-verse fic, I think I’m hooked. As I said, gateway drug.

Rating: A+, this podfic deserves to be known as one of the legendary podfics. Even if you don’t like omega-verse, give it a go.

Download mp3 here

thespanishcockerel asked:

Omegaverse fic rec: "Stars in a Phrygian Sky" by fresne. (Or she seems to spell it Phyrgian in the title; it's on AO3 anyway.) It's the one I recommend to everyone. It's spellbinding and fascinating and heartbreaking and gorgeous. And yes, Sherlock does get knocked up, but by the time he does, you're so into the story that you don't mind. At least I didn't, and I'm not a huge fan of the mpreg myself. (I'm actually in the midst of writing my own omega!John fic but will have no man-babies. :) )

Hurrah, another Omegaverse fic rec, guys and gals. Thank you dear! Adding it to my list. I think I read Gordian, but somehow managed to miss the series as a whole. (?)

Read up, my friends.

Sherlock: "Gordian"

Sherlock: “Gordian”

Author: fresne

Rating: Explicit

Read here.

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.

Thoughts: Rare is it that I want to immediately re-read a fic as soon as I’m done with it. This fic has a lot of hits for a reason. Sherlock is absolutely brilliant in this. The author kinda makes up her own rules for omegaverse [isn’t everyone though?] & I like the direction they took the story with this.

Sherlock is Unpresented & basically genderless for the first part of the fic until he presents as an Omega. He breaks his heat with John who gives one of the most heartbreaking lines that makes me want to rethink my stance on mpreg fics:

He pressed close behind Sherlock and inhaled along his neck. “You’re so hard to hold onto.” He sucked a bruise on Sherlock’s back. Scrapped his teeth across it. “Please, let me hold a part of you. We could, we could find a Beta to help care for it. Mrs. Um, please, let me.”

Like wow, oh god, poor John. Sherlock doesn’t want anything to change between them because he thinks John doesn’t want anything to change, but of course, everything is different. I like that there’s an element of gender here [as in all omegaverse fics], that makes these decisions overlap with real world choices. Sherlock goes & gets his contraceptives & basically gets rid of his 99% chance of pregnancy without consulting John, which is something they needed to talk about.

Though the story is from Sherlock’s POV, you can tell that choice really fucked John up. It’s plain in how he turns down cases, how he doesn’t touch Sherlock, how Sherlock wants to do things to make John like him again. You get a real sense of how Sherlock actually feels & thinks about things when he describes getting carried away by a case & coming home to find John sitting sad & crumpled at the kitchen table. It’s extremely visceral of their relationship, even without the omegaverse elements & I’m standing on my chair applauding the author.

Another lovely bit of this is the description of John’s part of Sherlock’s mind palace. It starts as a shelf, then turns into a room, then a wing, etc. The way the author transitions that wing into the whole palace is beautiful & it gives me a much better image of Sherlock’s actual palace. I love that keeps several John’s held captive up there to talk to when he feels like it. I just love all the insight into Sherlock’s head in general. This author hit a really good head-space with him.

There’s not any actual mpreg in this, though Sherlock is pregnant by the end & they have a kid by the last few sentences, so don’t worry if that squicks you out. I’m new to mpreg fics because I usually avoid them wholeheartedly as the concept freaks me out IRL, but, like with every other kink I said I’d never have, finding the right author certainly helps. If you can’t tell by the seven paragraphs here that I really loved it, I’m not sure what to tell you besides that I really, really did.

Warnings: Dubious consent, mentions of mpreg.

Word count: 62,181
Chapters: 20/20
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes/John Clay, Sherlock Holmes/Original Male Character(s), John Watson/Original Female Characters, John Watson/Original Male Characters
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mummy Holmes, Father Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Various ACD Characters
Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dubious Consent, Knotting, No mpreg, world building, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Omega Sherlock, Alpha John, Alternate Universe, Miscommunication, MaleOmega/MaleAlpha
Series: Part 7 of Phrygian Choices
Summary:

Sherlock began to turn into a desert when he was nine. Desertification took years, but grain by grain his Memory Palace turned from a primordial forest into scrub brush and sand. Only mad dogs and Englishmen could love the desert that he’d made of himself.

When John was fourteen, he stayed out late one particularly nasty March night at the rec centre reading a book. The results of that choice left him feeling like an ill fitting cog the rest of his life.

Or equal opposites in balance.


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Rec: The latest fic set in fresne’s poetic Omegaverse universe Phrygian Choices, it’s not absolutely necessary to read the previous stories but if you’ve read The Romance of Mystery (Book One, Book Two) your appreciation of this will be heightened as it is extensively referenced.

Johnlock Fan Fic Rec Challenge, Day 21: Fic You Thought You Wouldn’t Like, But You Loved

Gordian by fresne

Wow, this was really difficult, it’s hard to remember which fics I was sceptical about beforehand? So, I ended up going with the first omega-verse I ever read, since I must have been a bit apprehensive about that at some point?? I really don’t remember. But who cares, this is a fantastic fic and it deserves a rec no matter what.

The world-building in this is fascinating, especially with Sherlock being Unpresented. Sherlock’s attitude to the whole gender-thing is really spot-on, careless and aloof–at least until John shows up. Both John and Sherlock’s reactions to the changes are great; I love Sherlock’s cluelessness and John’s possessiveness.

And yes, after this I was forever hooked on omega-verse.

Beauty grew up in a box. He divided himself. How could he know who he was, unless he undid the wrapping? / Beauty is a black, gay, magic using (but not abusing) man with a texture fetish and a knack for roses. Beast doesn’t quite know what to think (but he kind of likes it). Mom is mom and therefore awesome.

This is a re-imagining of the original tale of Beauty and the Beast where the main focus is on Beauty’s journey to discover who he really is and what he wants in life. It’s written in a kind of surreal style, but it’s easy enough to read. Some of the details included made me break out a big grin and some things I just raised my eyebrows at, but- It’s a beautiful tale of what it is to be yourself and how to love someone.

SDCC Hookup - Line Standing - Castiel

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/16K8R9j

by fresne

In which Castiel spends a great deal of time waiting in line and sadly not enough time hooking up.

Words: 357, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of SDCC Hookup



read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/16K8R9j

Marcel  Aymé  le  Franc-Comtois …  Oui, il ressemblait bien à Buster Keaton avec son visage allongé, les yeux en capote de fiacre…

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Sous le charme de Marcel Aymé

Gen Paul, le peintre, l'appelait Marcel tout simplement.
“Marcel va venir…”
Marcel Aymé, voisin de Gen, venait souvent lui rendre visite dans son atelier. Il passait comme ça en copain. Il s'asseyait sur le vieux canapé, et il regardait Gen dessiner, il l'écoutait… Gen était intarissable… la jactance royale des rues qui débagoulait en souplesse. Marcel avait I'œil, l'oreille à tout. Il n'est que de lire n'importe laquelle de ses nouvelles pour s'en rendre compte.
J'allais voir enfin Marcel Aymé en chair et en os. Je le lisais depuis belle cellule… ce jour, à la distribution des bouquins, en 1948 à Fresnes, où j'avais touché La Vouivre. Ça ne me disait rien, ce titre, et je recevais tellement de rogatons de la bibliothèque que j'étais méfiant. On nous donnait n'importe quoi au hasard de la distribution. Trois livres par cellule. Je n'avais jamais été tellement gâté depuis le début de mon séjour derrière les hauts murs. On nous refilait jusqu'à des ouvrages d'économie politique… Et cette fois le miracle ! La Vouivre m'apportait tout… le grand air, le rêve, la poésie, l'humour… l'érotisme…
Celui-là, ce Marcel Aymé, je n'allais plus oublier son nom, ne plus le lâcher d'un texte, lire toute son œuvre avidement. J'ai fait toutes les bassesses possibles auprès de l'auxiliaire de la bibliothèque pour obtenir tous les romans de Marcel Aymé qu'il possédait. Ça m'a coûté pas mal de Gauloises… précieuse monnaie d'échange à l'époque dans les taules.
Avant toute chose, il m'a apporté l'évasion, Marcel Aymé. Avec sa Vouivre, déesse rurale, ses vipères, ses paysages jurassiens, j'ai oublié les murs lépreux de ma cellule… l'humidité, la faim qui me tenaillait parfois (on était encore au régime jockey des tickets d'alimentation en 1948), la longueur du temps qui n'arrive pas à s'écouler lorsqu'on est en prison.
J'avais ouvert La Vouivre, et je ne m'en suis sorti qu'à la dernière page, ébloui, ravi, sous un charme qu'on ne rencontre pas si souvent en littérature.
Il était là, Marcel, conforme à tous les portraits que j'avais lus le concernant. Oui, il ressemblait bien à Buster Keaton avec son visage allongé, les yeux en capote de fiacre, un rien d'ironie au coin de la bouche. Il m'avait dit en deux mots qu'il aimait beaucoup La Cerise, le livre que je venais de publier. J'étais tout intimidé, un peu mal dans mes phrases pour lui dire tout ce que je pensais… tout le bien qu'il m'avait fait pendant mes années de prison et de maladie… combien ses romans, ses nouvelles, m'avaient aidé moralement parce qu'ils sont toniques, vrais, même les plus irréels, toujours justes… combien ses personnages m'avaient accompagné, ses paysans, ses petits employés, ses assassins et ses putes… tous si fraternels.
Ce qui caractérise d'une certaine façon toute I'œuvre de Marcel Aymé, c'est un don extraordinaire d'amitié. Il aime ses personnages, même les pires criminels, sans jamais y paraître, sans forcer le ton. Il est dans un quotidien qui paraît un peu ailleurs, ce qui lui permet de manier le fantastique avec naturel. Il comprend tout infailliblement.

Le père Courage

Là, sur le divan de l'atelier, le visage de bois, il correspond à ce qu'il écrit. C'est un homme de sagesse et d'indulgence. Pour son attitude pendant l'Occupation – où il défendit les juifs – et à la Libération – où il défendit les épurés – , Arletty l'avait surnommé le père Courage. Il donne tout de suite cette impression de courage tranquille, il est le contraire d'un fanatique. Le professeur Watrin de son roman Uranus est peut-être le personnage auquel il ressemble le plus, un rêveur ironique, mais extrêmement sensible à toutes les turpitudes humaines, à toutes les douleurs…
Gen Paul jactait avec sa verve habituelle. Ça nous dispensait de parler. De temps en temps, Marcel risquait un mot, presque à voix basse. On aurait dit qu'il avait du mal à parler, que quelque chose le retenait…
Je ne l'ai pas revu souvent, hélas ! Un matin d'automne 1967, Gen Paul m'a téléphoné. À son tour, pour la première fois, il n'arrivait plus à parler : ça ne sortait pas au bout du fil.
“Marcel est mort…”
Il a fini par me dire, m'expliquer les circonstances de la terrible nouvelle, et qu'il voulait que je l'accompagne pour aller le voir sur son lit… qu'il ne se sentait pas le courage d'y aller seul.
J'ai revu une dernière fois le visage étrange de cet écrivain à qui je devais tant, ses paupières en capote de fiacre définitivement fermées cette fois.
Gen, ce soir-là, s'est saoulé, défoncé à zéro pour noyer son chagrin. Sur le banc de pierre en bas de chez lui, avenue Junot, il a voulu que je m'assoie avant que je ne le quitte, que je l'aide à remonter dans sa piaule. Il avait encore quelque chose à me dire.
“ J'avais deux potes, l'un c'était un monstre : Louis-Ferdinand Céline… l'autre, c'était un homme : Marcel Aymé. Tu me comprends, gros mec ? ”
Bien sûr que je le comprenais.

Alphonse BOUDARD.

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Relais d’écriture, de mémoire, d’amitié, de poésie, de vie quoi…

Les poésies du poly.

Breaking hiatus briefly … I’ve just posted my latest round-up for the holmesian_news comm over at LJ, and it has some interesting bits some of you guys might want to check out:

  1. WIP updates to “French Knot” by willowmeg and “The Adventure of the Dying Detective’s Husband” by opaljade
  2. Several podfics by fresne
  3. The latest canon discussion, ficlets, and poetry page for “The Copper Beeches” over at the sherlock60 comm.
  4. A new canon, Watson-centric story, “The Last Song of the Bull and Terrier” by aanserina
  5. A recommendation for an Elementary-verse story, notablyindigo’s “The Better Half”

So if you have some time today and want to spend it in 221B, please do check out these fan-creations. You can find links to all of them by clicking at the above link. And if you don’t have an LJ account, don’t worry - most allow comments without being signed in, and many link to AO3 versions you could review if you prefer.

Title: Save Water, Bend a Raindrop
Writer/Reader: fresne
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairings: Sherlock/John
Series: Variations on an Equation series, this is a series of Omegaverse stories that AU each other. Each story is a variation on a gender pairing of Sherlock/John as male, female, alpha, omega, beta. This particular story is FemaleBeta-Sherlock/FemaleBeta-John.
Rating: NC-17
Size: 21:36, 7.5
Warnings: Omegaverse. Consensually adult Beta women. Sex toys.
Summary: Jean met Sherlock one week before she shipped out, because Mikaela Stamford was evil.

Pure evil.

Jean was bitching about being horny and wanting to howl at the moon. She just wanted something no strings without having to fake who she was at a meat and greet Beta club. Mikaela gave her a grin made of pure evil and said, “Funny you should say that. You’re the second person to say that to me today. And the first one is plain peculiar.”

Jean looked down. She was wearing her “Not for Moo” t-shirt, which she felt got the message across pretty clearly. She said, “Lay on MacDuff.”

The rest as they say, was historical making.

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