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temporary pinned … sherlock holmes. consulting detective. obnoxious arsehole. scent of honey. * 𝑎𝑢. omegaverse portrayal of a canon sherlock character. minors, do not interact. mature themes present. writer is twenty—four. 🔍

Hunched over his microscope at the kitchen island. He’s been up since at least six, and considering there isn’t any cases to be had, he has to entertain himself somehow.

What a boring evening.

Nothing like a sit out on the stoop in freezing January — unopened nicotine patch crinkling between his fingers. Can’t sleep.

Shut up. Can’t we just 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 that this day doesn’t exist? I think that’d be good.

… sighs.

I need a case. Desperately.

Old man.

The only thing today is good for is an excuse to eat as many sweets as I’d like.

No, he did 𝒏𝒐𝒕 take one of John’s shirts to sleep in last night. … Absolutely not.

Sitting out in front of Speedy’s, cheeks pink from the brisk breeze as he pores over crime scene photos.

Sleep hardly seems to be an option, at this point — so he plays the violin instead.

… Lachlan’s teething, @JW_DoctorWatson.

Ah, insomnia strikes again.

Mm — right. I suppose that’s a perfectly rational plan to put in place. You have a young child at home. You want to make sure she’ll be looked after in the case of your untimely demise.

Right, yes — okay. I’ll … think about it. And what brought this line of thinking about, exactly?

And you’re absolutely sure about this? It’s … it’s a 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 thing, isn’t it?

… oh. Oh, I — oh.

About?

“Mm.” Sherlock sweeps off to the kitchen instead, putting on the electric kettle to boil for some tea. Wasn’t like he was usually much for playing the typical Omega role, but … John was a stubborn man. Who else would look after him?