‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇.

⠀⠀THAT’S ⠀ THE ⠀ WHOLE ⠀ POINT ⠀ ——— ⠀ WHO ⠀ YOU ⠀ 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ⠀ I ⠀ WAS ⠀ IS ⠀ THE ⠀ MAN ⠀ WHO ⠀ I ⠀ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 ⠀ TO ⠀ BE.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

temp pinned … JOHN H. WATSON. ex—soldier. doctor. scent of earl grey tea. * 𝑎𝑢. omegaverse portrayal of a canon sherlock character. 🩺 # VEILEDMEDIC.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

The weather is getting colder at last, which means it’s time to dig his good jumpers out of the back of his closet. He’s quite excited about it.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

writer is twenty—five. mature themes will be present on this account. willing to write either alpha or omega john, depending on preference. minors, do not interact * filter by tobreedom.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

temp pinned … JOHN H. WATSON. ex—soldier. doctor. scent of earl grey tea. * 𝑎𝑢. omegaverse portrayal of a canon sherlock character. 🩺 # VEILEDMEDIC.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

╱ all of my notifications are gone 💔

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple back, as he’d had even before the two year gap. Of course they’d see stealing Bee away as a perfect opportunity to hold leverage over Sherlock’s head.

“You need to find her, right bloody 𝒏𝒐𝒘.”

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

Suppose I’ve overworked myself at the surgery. 𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. But, here we are.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple at John’s eyes as he gets out of the tub, not even bothering to drain the bathwater as he wraps a towel around his body.

“How could you let her out of your sight? 𝑯𝒐𝒘?!”

Who knew how many people were still out to get the alpha? No doubt he still had a target on his +

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Crime_Consult Come to bed, then.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple talking about, Sherlock? What do you mean, she’s gone? You were supposed to take her home, you were supposed to—” John’s voice chokes up, throat tight. “Where is she, Sherlock? Where’s my baby?”

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple ears, blinking slowly. Gone. She’s gone. She couldn’t be 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, that was just…

And then, it sinks in. Beatrice is gone, just like that, and John isn’t even there. His little Bee, his little darling girl——tears are hot on his cheeks, furious.

“What are you fucking +

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple Dread fills him as he reaches out for it, swallowing hard as he sees Sherlock’s name on the screen. Oh, no. 𝑵𝒐. He’s almost afraid of what he’s going to hear when he puts the phone up to his ear.

“… Sherlock? What’s going on?”

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple the things his mate was feeling still. The moment he feels a worry that isn’t his own, it feels like his body turns to ice. Why would Sherlock be worried? He and Bee were probably safe at Baker Street right about now… weren’t they?

It’s then that his phone begins to ring. +

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple so that he could run himself a hot bath. Even though the silence of the apartment did put him on edge, he felt reassured knowing that Beatrice was with her other father. Sherlock would never let anything bad happen to her.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple Part of John doesn’t even think he can stomach anything right now. But, the scent of the greasy fish and chips is all too tempting——sitting up a bit straighter so that he could dig in.

After he finishes eating, he snatches the chocolate bar up before heading for the bathroom +

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple ╱ literally nothing has changed, no matter how long we go without writing 😭

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple over his face. It makes him remember why and how he’d fallen in love with Sherlock in the first place, and it hadn’t just been because of how brilliant he was.

It was those more human parts of him that came through every once in awhile, kindness that he showed only to John.

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

@Holmes2Purple Fuck. Tongue drawing over his lips, John manages to maintain a bright smile——waving enthusiastically back at Bee as Sherlock carries her out of the flat.

As soon as they’re gone and John’s little flat is empty again, he sits heavily on the sofa as his hands come up to rub +

[‍ ‍𝒘𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇. @veiledmedic]

When John answers the door, he definitely isn’t expecting to see the tulip bouquet in the other’s hand——eyebrows raising, but smiling nonetheless. “Hey, mate. What’s the flowers for?”

[Greg Lestrade @contactGregL]

Greg arrives at Baker Street at no later than six, a batch of tulips in hand for @veiledmedic. He twirls it as he waist for the other to answer the door.