#Beeretirement

[amypihcs]

FINALLY.

ONE YEAR after she gave me the idea.

@i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end. I DID IT.

Okay, posting this story one day late on the schedule because i was sleepy yesterday, lol.

Beeretired Holmes and Watson, hope you like it!

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with the amount of Feelings i'm getting, i'm definitely headcanoning that DGS!Sholmes is the happy ending ACD!holmes deserved, and iris is sholmes' equivalent of beeretirement, and you cannot stop me from this powerfully enriching addition to my life

[amypihcs]

And this is a gift to my dear @i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end!

I've tried my hand to one of your prompts and here's some fluff (with a sprinkle of angst) for you, hope you like it!

Yes, there's more tattooing, more old men in love, more marriage proposals and more token exchange and body worship, but we all need that to live, right?

Hope you like it loves! - slightly nsfw art + tags under the cut

Tried my hand in drawing these old men in love + my very first kiss

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[amypihcs]

Just dropping some more fluff for cozytober!

Because they deserve ALL THE FLUFF.

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[amypihcs]

I love tattoos. I have one and i want MANY MORE - one of them being the fusion diagram of iron and carbon, but that's a story for another time.

I love tattoos and i've decided Holmes and Watson should get some as well! And so here we get them under the needle.

I thank @gooolabatooo for the technical knowledge and @tyrannosaurusnacks and @i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end for support and brainstorming!

Holmes and Watson are just far too much in love to keep their hands off each other and so yeah, my boys get to cuddle and to make out. And to tease each other.

Hope you like it loves <3

now it's bedtime for me!

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[amypihcs]

And here we go with cozytober day 3

Just a tiny heap of fluff wrote while i was snerdling and consisting basically in them snerdling.

Read and then wash your teeth, it's like... tooth rotting fluff, lol.

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[amypihcs]

guess who had forgotten that today was december 6th?

yep, that's right. me.

Get some fluff anyway, since now i remembered! Hope you like flirty husbands!

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[amypihcs]

I took the liberty of writing something for this beautiful art - i have a weakness for retired them! Hope you like it!

How I still love you…

Dr Watson smiled as he sat up once more on the sand.

Holmes was still swimming like the dolphin Watson at time suspected him to be and the Sun was beginning to warm the small beach just in the right way. Holmes would come out of the water in a bit, shivering like a wet kitten and ready to be wrapped up in a soft towel. The doctor sighed deeply, contentedly as he let the Sun warm his face, leaning back on his elbows as he felt the morning breeze play with his hair; that was, he thought, Holmes' deeper essence, the one that came out as he was swimming on an early autumn morning.

Holmes still had that fresh, mischievous grin, that open smile underlined by so many thin lines around his mouth and his eyes that was only for the two of them. He always grinned in that way that make him look 27 again when he dove underwater for the first time during his morning swim.

Seeing his husband approaching the shore again, the doctor stood up and prepared his towel.

He lost himself for a long moment admiring him climb to his feet and walk out of the water, delighted at how they had changed since when they had met, since when Holmes had come back home.

The constant tension he had had in the last years before Reichenbach and retained for a long while even after his return was gone, leaving space to a more relaxed but still explosive strength, clear even in his most languid moments. His long limbs and long, thin body were still strong and sinewy, but he was a bit less gaunt, the doctor was always happy to notice that counting his ribs wasn’t so easy as it has once been, before Switzerland, when they had been young, or right after he returned.

Holmes’ eyes twinkled with joy as the doctor wrapped him tight and he leaned down to kiss him.

“The water was delicious, mon chevalier, what were you staring at?” Smiled he.

“Not at what, to whom. And you know of course who I was admiring, dear Holmes. You are beautiful.”

“You are, it’s always such a tragedy when you don’t bathe with me. – Grinned Holmes, eyes twinkling with mischief and love. – But you always take such good care of me.” He purred.

Watson chuckled and hugged his partner tight, feeling his strength. “Making sure that you don’t freeze to death, my dearest love.”

Watson smiled and put another quick kiss on his Holmes’ lip as the detective wrapped his arms around his partner’s waist. “What are you thinking about, my dear?” Asked Holmes.

Watson smiled impishly. “I’m thinking that you’re getting my waistcoat wet, my dearest.” He joked, then he leaned up to kiss his lips again.

“Or perhaps – He continued as he bent to take another towel to rub his hair dry. – To how much I love you.” He smiled as the detective took the towel from his hands and bent to steal one more kiss from his lips.

The doctor laughed looking at his husband, still as enthusiastic, curious, joyful and still as lovely as he had looked so many years before at St Bart’s, when his first action upon seeing a young and wounded soldier had been to drag him behind a bench and show him the reagent he had just discovered.

And Watson’s love for him still had not ceased to grow deeper with every day that they shared.

the only person who is like you

[amypihcs]

Now, what do you think this fic will be?

Come on, the prompt makes it rather transparent already!

you sure don't doubt an innocent kitty such as myself!

Hope you'll like it loves! Tight hugs!

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[amypihcs]

This prompt challenge is going in Weird Directions.

Probably a sign i should try and sleep a bit more, lol-

Anyway, here is cold, so it is in Sussex but Holmes differently from me has a human furnace as husband and so he snuggles!

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[amypihcs]

Just a tiny heap of fluff! Because there's been WAAAAY too much angst on this blog recently lol

Hope you like it!

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[amypihcs]

And as usual when i see such beautiful retired holmes and watson fanart i can't help but writing some little snipped for it. Hope you like it and that you don't mind OP

In the eye of the beholder

Dr Watson smiled softly as his husband slipped his hand in the crook of his elbow leaving the church.

“Thank you for having joined me tonight, Holmes.” He smiled patting his Holmes’ hand.

The retired detective smiled back. “Nothing to thank me for, my dear boy. It was important for you, I know.”

“Forty years since I returned to England. I can hardly believe to have lived so long, can you believe it?”

Holmes laughed as he followed the doctor’s lead on their way home. “I can, my Watson. Because we are here together.”

The doctor squeezed his husband’s arm to his ribs and sent him a bright smile. “And then you say you’re not a romantic.”

“And in fact I’m most certainly not a romantic, dear Watson. I’m just observing the facts.” He replied, beginning one of their usual good natured bickers that lasted until they were almost home.

As they were half a mile from their cottage, they heard the first fireworks explode over the village and stopped to admire them.

“The blue ones are truly the most beautiful.” Smiled the doctor turning to his Holmes.

“What are you looking at, my dearest?” He asked with a smile, finding his partner’s always keen gaze focused on himself and not on the show that went on over their heads.

“At the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, my Watson.”

“You old romantic. – Smiled the doctor. – Merry Christmas, Holmes.”

“And to you, mon chevalier, once more.” Murmured Holmes bending to kiss his husband’s lips softly.

The doctor smiled softly, his breath condensing. “We are in a rather public setting, honeybee.”

“Haven’t you heard? There’s nothing like isolation to favour crime. – Laughed the detective. – But I do agree with you that this chill will do neither of us any good.”

The doctor laughed, then assumed a mockingly grave expression. “Then I suggest, Mr Holmes, that we reach our lodgings posthaste.”

“Proposal accepted, Doctor. I can’t wait to see you in a much better light than this.”

“As do I, dear Holmes.” Laughed Watson, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

The two men were snickering like schoolboys as they finally reached their room.

They undressed each other slowly, never breaking eye contact until they were in their birthday suit, then Holmes closed the distance between them, cupped Watson’s cheek and kissed him.

“As I said, – He declared. – still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

The doctor smiled, his hands always attracted by his husband’s still slim waist. “Beauty, my Holmes, is in the eye of the beholder. And I do tell you that you are still the most magnificent of men to me.” He murmured uniting their lower halves.

The detective smiled again. “In the eye of the beholder indeed. Come to bed, John. I’m cold and I crave my husband.”

“As I crave mine, Sherlock. Come, honeybee, let me warm you up.”

They cuddled close in bed, making love gently, bringing out all the love they had for each other, worshipping each other’s aged body, marking each other with white hot kisses as they showered their lover and beloved with unending devotion.

When at the end they cleaned up and cuddled close, the detective was caught by a fit of snickers.

“God rest ye merry gentlemen…” He sang softly, answering his husband’s enquiries.

Dr Watson snickered as well and kissed his Holmes’ nose mischievously. “… let nothing you dismay…” He sang softly in answer.

“Let us rest now. – Smiled the detective. – We’ll have plenty of time tomorrow.”

“We will. – Smiled Watson back. – Goodnight my heart.”

“Bonne nuit, mon amour.” Smiled the detective closing his eyes, basking in the feeling of safety being hugged by Watson always gave him.

Happy holidays

[amypihcs]

Before you come to eat me for the title, sewing has been seen as a woman's craft basically since forever, but everyone needs the skill.

Hence the title. It's a provocation, read it that way.

A group of sketches of Holmes and Watson through the years. Their life is not EXACTLY the calmest life existing, it's not such a great leap of imagination to think that they found themselves in the situation where one of them needed stitches and the other provided them. And it's not such a stretch either to think that they might have been in such a situation that they might have needed to stitch their own wound close.

This stuff fascinates me, so here we are.

I've been told that they are disgustingly in love, be warned <3

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[amypihcs]

Finally managed!! This is very self indulgent fic @louieclamlent convinced me to write! It's a sequel to 'The war service of Sherlock Holmes' where they basically have a nice making out vacation in Sardinia!

I thank @louieclamlent for betaing! And @tyrannosaurusnacks and @i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end for having encouraged me so much <3

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[amypihcs]

So, few disclaimers.

I can't cook more than survival level + pancakes.

I detest honey with my soul.

I'm not very fond of sweets but the chocolate thingies my aunt bakes and once more, CHOCOLATE.

yet i'm writing a fic on sweets.

yep.

My biggest thanks to my friends @tyrannosaurusnacks and @usergreenpixel for having supported this absurd endeavor of mine and girls, i hope i managed to make that poor cake justice ahahah

Hope you all like this silly fic of mine, loves <3

Hugs to you all!

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[amypihcs]

AAAnd I ended up writing something for this and for the first day of cozytober.

You’re back home

As much as it could be seen as a dismissal, as a lack of appreciation for one’s services, Sherlock Holmes couldn’t but be happy about his husband’s discharge.

He had known of it for at least one day more than his dearest had, working in the intelligence offered striking possibilities when one was showing up to the office and not only working from home, but he had only left London on his own leave when Watson’s letter had arrived.

And there he was, in Sussex, enjoying the sweet October sunshine in the year of our Lord nineteen-seventeen from atop the railing he and Watson had built more than 10 years prior, waiting for his Captain.

Dr Watson wasn’t surprised to not find Holmes waiting for him at the station with their car, it was their agreement. No station Welcomes and Goodbyes as having to stifle their feelings in those moments would have certainly made them more painful. He breathed in deeply the fresh country air and set off for his walk toward their bee-house, as Holmes called it.

Nothing could be better than half an hour of evening walk toward home, or rather, nothing but seeing one’s husband jump down from a railing and grin from ear to ear as one walks into one’s own garden.

Neither of them properly ran toward the other, they weren’t as young as that any more as much as Holmes’ athletics still belied his true age. Holmes waited for him and Watson dove into his arms, breathing in deeply, relaxing after months of tension as he felt his husband’s strong, thin arms around his shoulders and his solid, sinewy body in his arms.

“I missed you.” He sighed, breathing in his scent, tobacco, lemons, aftershave.

Holmes broke the hug with a smile. “I missed you too.” He answered, then he kissed him, his hands buried in his hair, moaning as he felt his Watson’s arms tighten once more on his back as he answered the kiss with just as much vigour.

“I’m back home.” Gasped Watson when they separated out of need for air.

“You are, my dearest. – Holmes’ breath was just as laboured as he replied, ruffling his husband’s hair with his fingers. – Short hair doesn’t suit you my love.”

“It will grow again, I also liked it better before this war. Is that my vest?” Chuckled the doctor, well used to his husband’s sometimes strange demonstrations of affection.

Holmes laughed as he played with his Watson's uniform’s belt and buttons. “How did you deduce?”

It was a game, of course, their game. “It’s too large on you, my darling, and a bit too short. Also, you have no clothes of this colour. – The doctor stroked one of his Holmes’ sharp cheekbones. – You needn’t look so worried, Holmes. What do you deduce of me?”

Holmes smiled once more, and in that golden light he looked just like the young chemist he was when they had met. “You lost almost a stone, but you will be better in some weeks. You need to sleep properly as you are quite tired. Those dark circles under your eyes speak of anxiety, my John, and of pain. I could say your leg more than your shoulder, if I didn’t know that you’ve been hurt two weeks ago…” Holmes let his voice fade softly as he moved his hand to his husband’s side.

“It’s but a graze, my dear. Some shrapnel during a rescue mission, I barely noticed it until I had finished with the poor chap’s surgery. It’s but a scratch, I stitched it close myself.”

“I should like to check for it myself, my dear. As much as I know that your stitches are the best, you must have hidden it from your subordinates for quite a long time to end up stitching it on your own.” He stated

“Those boys were shaking already, I couldn’t let them know that I was hurt. – Watson kissed his husband again and then placed a warning finger on his lips. – I will let you fuss, my dear fellow, but only after some good tea and in preparation for a proper bath.” He smiled.

Mr Holmes grinned at the proposition and lead his husband inside, draping himself on his shoulders as soon as they reached the kitchen. “We are home now, John.”

“Yes. Yes, we are, my dearest Sherlock.” Answered the doctor.

dr watson in his 60s, tanned by the sussex sun, returns to his old service on the outbreak of WW1

this outfit is not historically accurate at all, but i really wanted to draw how i imagined watson in the gorgeous WW1 era h/w fic The Presbury Letters

+ bonus homecoming to angry bee husband