#beelock

[emi-eternal]

We need BEELOCK

[kamwashere]

“she’s got to you. she’s changed you!”

(insp.)

[cutelock]

Your Queen Bee Sherlock Holmes.

Queen Sherlock is the most beautiful leading lady the bee community had seen for ages. She is the dream of all the drones and an inspiration for all the workers.. 

Now worker bees are the female bees who are assigned to do all the important jobs of the beehive , while the drones are male bees who may or may not mate the queen.

While the chosen drones mate with their queen and smilingly give up their lives during the procedure the other non chosen ones just fool around and do nothing. 

But not every drone is as unlucky as drone John as he could neither mate the queen nor could he be free enough to wander around the hive. That is  because queen Sherlock had him handpicked to do the most important task which would be attending the queen. 

Unlike everyone, John despised being in the queen's chamber because before Queen lay her eggs came the  cravings and queenly tantrums.

 

" John, she is calling for you again. " Flew in a worker bee bearing the bad news

" Why ? Why me ? Why is it always me ? " Frustratingly John flapped his wings and flew away to the Queen's chamber.

"Aah John " Sherlock relaxed on her throne crossing her legs " Took your time eh !? " 

" How may  I serve my Queen ? " - as decent as one irritated drone could be

"Nectar John , fresh nectar is all I want " 

" Fresh nectar!? " growled John.

" Problem ? " Sherlock relaxed herself more into her throne.

" Do you not know the time my queen? " - calm before the storm

"Time for you to collect some honey for me, John ?  " 

"IT IS NIGHT TIME!" - there goes the calm

 

"So? "  

 

"SO ?? The flowers are not very welcoming!" 

 

'' Tell them the Queen asked " *proud smile*

 

"This is no time for fresh nectar, my queen. Let me fetch you the best quality honey from the royal chambers " 

 

"Have you not heard me right John? I want it fresh. Just brought. Right from the bed of the tallest sunflower " 

 

" A. You had a fight with them.

  B. THIS IS NIGHT TIME!!!! " 

 

" I am craving John "  *puppy eyes *

 

"You are a bee not a puppy, the puppy eyes won't work "

 

"And you are a bee, not a bat but you'll go out and fetch me the nectar anyway"

 

"No!"

 

"Then get out! My nest is not for lazy bees. We are a hard working colony. If you don't want to serve you are most welcomed to leave my kingdom "

 

"No! "

 

"NO? How dare you say no to your Queen ? "

 

"Just the way you said 'No'  to my proposal " 

 

"So ordinary " 

 

" I am no ordinary, I am the best breed ,  the most beautiful of all the drones but thanks to you ,you have reduced me from the most eligible drone to your peasant "

 

" Then peasant... go and fetch me the honey "

 

" If you had really wanted honey you would have called any of your workers. You just want to piss me, that's all. It's not my job to collect honey" 

 

" Massage my feet then. "

 

"I don't remember signing up as a masseuse "

 

" Then what good are you for ? " 

 

"Oh! I know! BEING THE FATHER OF YOUR  CHILDREN !? "

 

" No! "

 

"WHY NOT ? " 

 

"BECAUSE YOU DIE WHEN YOU MATE ! and I would rather have you alive than dead "

 

After the Queen's shocking confession John was silent for a few moments which was broken by Sherlock shouting.

 

"Aah.. labour… labour… labour " 

 

John immediately called the nurses to help Sherlock who was right in the middle of laying eggs. 

 

When all this was over and Sherlock was lying on her bed John knocked her door. 

 

"Go away " Sherlock dismissed

 

 " Just brought you some fresh nectar " John flew inside anyway.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23767663

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[marta-bee]

Sherlock couldn’t quite hide the smile twitching across his face. Hamish sat bouncing on his knee, the pale-yellow of his christening gown cascading around the black wool-tweed of Sherlock’s trouser-leg. Pale-yellow was an odd choice, he knew, but there was purity, the customary white, and then there was light. A pale fire; or honey, properly cured. The black sash  pointed quite clearly to the latter, even without the wings they’d planned (ethereal as fairies’, but to his mind more apian in their design). If the host of Watsons and smattering of assorted others all around could not see, well, the great swath of humanity was more the fool than Sherlock had previously thought.

Mycroft had of course guessed the outfit’s meaning at first glance, but in the spirit of the day had wisely kept his thoughts to himself. So too had his mother, or else Mycroft wasn’t quite so discreet as he liked to think.

John was turned, deep in conversation with one of the many Watsons whose name Sherlock probably should not have forgotten so quickly, his hand still a comforting anchor on Sherlock’s thigh. “Well, yes,” Sherlock heard him admitting, “yellow is a bit unusual. But Sherlock is hardly one for convention.” He opened his mouth to object, but John’s hand patted his thigh just then, and Sherlock let the words pass unspoken. He could play his part, today. “We should count ourselves lucky he didn’t just dunk her into the nearest pond,” John said with a laugh.

That was a lie, of course. Sherlock would have gladly paraded her around Westminster, preening all the while, if he’d thought they could have managed it. But he’d not fought too hard when John had suggested the colors. Not cadmium, not ochre (John’s vocabulary in colors was still pointedly, purposefully limited), but simply light yellow. Pale as the new-morning’s sun, and sweet as spring’s first honey, properly cured. Their little bee. 

Sherlock thought then (or dreamed) of summer wine, sickeningly sweet but just this once; and a lazy sun shining down through a curtain of willow-fronds, he and John feeding each other honey-cakes as their little bee flitted about. And he found he didn’t mind the lie so much, the plain truth hidden in plain sight. 

It was a christening, after all.

[roadswewalk]

Watson St & Holmes Rd, Trenton, SC [x]

1. Do I yell “IT’S CANON!” or “IT’S FACT!” in this situation?

2. This is not too far from where I’m staying.  Who wants to join me there to bury a treasure chest full of porny johnlock fic and art?

3. Whenever you feel sad, just remember: Holmes & Watson are intersecting right now.

4. Going along Watson, once you meet Holmes you have no choice but to follow~

5. Looks like a lovely area to retire and take up beekeeping.  🐝💖

[vosmerka-jpg]

[irony-cap]

Headcanon 'Honey'

Sherlock doesn't really like all those pet-names like darling or cutie, because he thinks they're silly. But he likes to call John 'Honey' because he likes bees, and he likes John, and it's apparently normal to use 'Honey' as a pet-name.

[neverendingfanart]

There’s a bee wants a flower. 😚