Hamish Watson Holmes

My name is Hamish Watson Holmes. Chemistry student. London. [RP blog for Hamish Watson Holmes, the son of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.] [Written by Jon] [Please read the about page and rules before interacting.] [Tracking the tag iamhamishwatsonholmes]

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

//Hey all ♥️

Sorry for disappearing once again. But I got divorced. Well, separated, but the paperwork is officially signed.

Anyway. I’m actually doing sort of okay, and am weirdly drawn to come back and write.

Hit me up if you wanna plot, especially my oldies ♥️

[matthitt]

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Let’s just stare at his back and shoulders for hours ok? Ok! {x]

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[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

avaticancameo​:

He stood with his hands on his hips by a bench, stretching a little before his phone started to ping with responses. Not waiting for replies helped to quell some of the butterflies in his stomach. Didn’t stop him grinning like an idiot though, as he bounced on his toes and let out a few deep breaths.

SMS [ MISH ] ; you really shouldn’t inflate my ego before coffee, gives me ideas…

SMS [ MISH ] ; see you in 10?

He didn’t wait at all, heading out of the park and down the pavement towards baker street. Work could very much wait, even if Quentin moaned at him for coming in late.

[text; Laurie]: Sounds great, I’ll see you soon, then :-) -HWH

Putting his phone down, Hamish was jittery with excitement and nerves, and paced aimlessly around the kitchen before finally realising he was still in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt. Rushing back to the bedroom, he frantically dug through his closet for his favourite pair of jeans. As soon as he’d finished getting dressed, he gave himself a check in the mirror, fixing his hair one last time before grabbing his phone and keys from the kitchen and the bag with Laurie’s jumper (which was still hiding from him by the door). 

Attempting to look as casual as possible, and not like he’d spent the last few minutes in a frenzy, he leaned back against the door to his building as he waited. His face lit up when he spotted Laurie only just down the street, and he gave a (perhaps slightly too excited) wave. “Hey,” he said, beaming as he walked towards the other to meet him halfway. Suddenly, he was struck by the sheer panic of not knowing what sort of greeting to use -- hug? Handshake? Peck on the cheek? High five? 

He settled for a slightly awkward hug. 

“Good to see you --”

Good to see you? Seriously? You literally saw him last night. 

“-- uhm, how was your run?”

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Photograph by Nikonian

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@avaticancameo​

cont’d from here

He reached out, grabbing Hamish’s arm to pull him back and away from the cyclist who nearly flattened him.  Of course he was immediately brushed off, pushed aside despite the fact he’d actually helped him. It was clear form the... well, everything that the Londoner hated him. If he knew why he was in the penalty box, at least he’d understand.

“ Would it kill you, literally, if you said thanks? Like, just once?”

Elliot shoved his hands in his pockets, taking a step back.

  “ Don’t worry, I’ll take your word for it that it would.”

Straightening himself, Hamish gave Elliot a mean glare as he turned away from him, fully intending on not even responding to his question. Of course, as someone who was well-known for always clapping back, it almost physically hurt him not to. 

Lighting a cigarette, which was what he had been about to do when the cyclist came out of nowhere, he internally cursed at himself for the fact that Elliot had been around. He’d much rather be ran over than having to show any sign of vulnerability or gratitude towards the other. 

“Stop being such a fucking drama-queen...” 

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

//That feel when even your bunny realises your flat mate is an asshole and starts kicking his ass whenever she sees him

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notyouraveragesecretary​:

@i-am-hamishwatsonholmes    “Ha ha ha ha! I thought I was gonna die.”

Is that worry that colors her features? A true concern for a former flame? Sure he’s not going to die, all it is is a skateboard and some cranberry juice..but the speed that he got going downhill, while filming- that was surely enough to get her heart beating quick. Anthea doesn’t hate him, and definitely would rather he not be a pancake in the middle of the street.

“You looked like you were going to die,” she says coolly, “Hope it was worth it.”

Hamish was still on the ground, hugging one of his knees tight to his chest (it was what had taken most of the fall), rocking side to side while groaning and laughing helplessly. 

“No, not even close,” he answered, hissing at the pain that slowly seemed to be spreading all over his body. At least he’d learned from his father how to fall in order to avoid serious injury, and he’d instinctively covered his head as he’d fallen off the board and rolled downhill. 

“He made that look a lot easier than it is,” he added, a poor attempt at regaining some of his dignity, sighing deeply as he noticed his shattered phone on the ground a few metres away from him. “Shit... I might need to borrow your phone...” 

She had to be absolutely thrilled.

[dapperseoul]

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

gunmetalgrey​:

Alex felt him melt into her arms with an itch of familiarity. This could be him, coming home from a long day at work to finally relax. If she closed her eyes, she could kid herself that everything was okay. She pulls away gently, leading him past the doorstep and into the hall to get a better look at him.

There was a reason Alex hadn’t asked about their daughter, she knew for sure that Hamish would have it handled. As paranoid as she had been, she trusted him implicitly with that. The small Mercy is that they had a chance to cover up the worst of it before she came back home to see her father.

In fact, she hadn’t even worried about her safety until he carried on. Immediately, she took a step back to the hall cabinet, taking a key from the back of a photo frame. The small snap of her and Finn in front of the obnoxious pink magic castle at Disneyland, her fingers opened the frame and pulled the key from the back of the photo to unlock the first drawer and pull out an unregistered gun with the serial number scratched off. Working fast and instinctively, she checked the chamber and tucked it into the back of her waistband before looking back to him. Armed, she moved behind him, ignoring the fact he just stripped instantly to bolt the front door.

“Where did you ditch your phone? Are John and Sherlock aware?”

She didn’t need grateful right now, she needed smart. And observant. Alex closed the gap between them, her hand snaking around the back of is neck to rest just at the edge of his hairline, her grey eyes still calculating what she needed to know.

“I can reach out to dad, if it’s…” Her father had moved out of that world, but he had contacts. Sebastian Moran would know if there was a job out on her ex, even if Alex was jumping to conclusions. “Talk to me.”

Hamish had grabbed towel from the bathroom and was drying himself up when he heard the click of the gun. He couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course her mind had gone straight to the worst -- this wasn’t the first time either of them had been targeted by the very sort of people he worked hard to put behind bars. 

Which was why he’d found himself here. She knew exactly what to do, without him even having to tell her what was happening. There was no one else he could have trusted like he trusted her. Not with the mess he’d gotten himself entangled into. 

“Threw it down a storm drain,” he responded, wrapping the towel around his waist just as she returned. “Just a few streets from where they attacked --” 

He paused at the mention of his parents, screwing his eyes shut in realisation. “-- no, they don’t know. Fuck. I need to get a message to them -- they’re with my grandad while nan’s away with --” 

Her hand on the back of his neck calmed him, stopping him before he could panic. Taking a deep breath, he raised his own hand to place it over hers, taking a moment to ground himself before he spoke again. 

“Bart Nichols -- the serial killer I helped convict last week -- I think it’s him, I think it’s his men. I’ve had a hunch, but I didn’t -- I just had to get them all out of the city, but I didn’t want to draw further attention to it just in case I --” He squeezed her hand and closed his eyes again. 

“If anything happens to any of you, I --”

[dapperseoul]

[dapperseoul]

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[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

@gunmetalgrey​

cont’d from here

He looked broken.

Even in the dim light coming from the hall she could see that much.

Seven years ago, she would have demanded to know who did this to him. Maybe two or three years ago, she would have called him an idiot. It didn’t really matter either way. Without a word, Alex wrapped her arms around Hamish, gently in case there was any further damage below his shirt. He still dwarfed her. If she could reach, she would have kissed his forehead but she settled for this instead.

They didn’t have to be together for Alex to need him safe, home, taken care of. Whatever had gone on, and she hated to let her mind whir that way, it was over now.

   “ It’s okay. I’ve got a freezer full of ice, looks like you’re going to need it.”

Married or not, this would always be the place he could find safety. Starting out in her messy flat, drinking to the small hours, playing vinyl albums back to back. And now learning to find a way to be friends, to settle into adulthood.

His clothes were soaked through, and she was starting to shiver just holding him.

  “ C’mon. I’m sure I’ve got some of your old shirts lying around. Let me take a look at you, yeah?”

“Thank you...”

Hers was the only place he could have gone to. Not only because everyone else would have thrown a fit and demanded answers as soon as they’d seen him like this on their doorstep. Not only because he didn’t want anyone else to know. Most of all, it was because no one else made him feel as safe as she did. Even after everything they’d been through. 

After all this time apart. 

He held back tears as she wrapped her arms around him, feeling as though he’d been holding his breath until this very moment, and was finally able to melt away into her embrace. 

Swallowing hard, he attempted a brave face for only a moment when she eventually pulled away, before quickly deciding there was no point. Not with her. She could read him like an open book anyway, and they had both seen each other at their lowest. She was one of the only people he felt no shame in being vulnerable around, even after their split.

Offering her a faint but genuine smile instead, he hoped she knew how grateful he was as he followed her inside. 

“Finn’s with Nan. Shopping weekend in Stockholm...” He eventually said, knowing that out of all the questions she was likely burning with, whether or not their daughter was safe was the most important one. Secondly, her own safety.

“No one knows I’m here, made sure of that.”

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s/o to the boys who like to be choked by girls ur the real mvp