‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺.

⠀⠀i’m a 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 ⠀—— ⠀the 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 one in the world. ⠀ i 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 the job.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

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. 🔍

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

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.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

What a boring evening.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW “That, I do know. It’s indefinitely hard to get comfortable, these days … ah, I wish I could have a smoke. That would ease my mind.”

A long exhale, hand resting atop the swell of his belly as he stretches his legs out on the steps.

“You, however, should sleep.”

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

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

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW “I’m fine, John. You fuss far too much over me.” But, he knows it’s merely in John’s nature, as a doctor and as his mate.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW Fine. Can’t sleep, that’s all. Decided to get some air.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW generously brought for me.”

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

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

[𝑱ohn 𝑯. 𝑾atson @VeteranJHW]

It is Sherlock's birthday.

Cake is obligatory.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW Their little Damian had grown quick before their eyes, and Sherlock can’t help but to smile fondly upon seeing him awaken — adjusting in the slightest to make himself more comfortable in his armchair.

“Come to Daddy, hm? You can help me open the presents that Papa’s so +

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW Soft grunt of affirmation, already picking up one of the boxes and attempting to figure out what’s inside of it. The only actual good part of birthdays, really.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW Fine. Couldn’t say no to presents, after all.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW Well, can’t we do all these things underneath the pretense that it isn’t my birthday?

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW 𝑈𝑔ℎ. I’m tired, and I’m pregnant — and not in the mood for a lot of fuss.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW … I’ll eat cake, but I won’t admit it’s my birthday.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@VeteranJHW I’d rather not.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

… sighs.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@mvsterdeception “Lestrade.” the detective shortly replies, coming to a stop a few paces away from the DI. His gaze shifts around the office, lingering on a select few, before he looks back to Greg. “Well? Where are they?”

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

I need a case. Desperately.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@mvsterdeception It takes a little under half an hour, but Sherlock whisks into the Yard, lips pressed together as he walks. Oh, how he so desperately doesn’t want to play nice.

[‍ ‍𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. @preferringtext]

@mvsterdeception His snoring is driving me up a wall. It’s taking all of my willpower 𝒏𝒐𝒕 to strangle him.

Fine. I’ll be there as quickly as I can make it.