bijuu | tailed beast characters (naruto)/midoriya izuku

Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Sherlock takes one last look out to the horizon, mouth downturned and brow furrowed, before seeming to shake himself and catching up to John with a few long-legged strides. John turns back toward the path cut into the cliffs, climbing steadily toward the rolling downs already green and lush in the weak April warmth. They reach the top and Sherlock strikes toward the west, back to where their hired Land Rover sits a mile away in a public carpark. John falls into step beside him and takes a deep breath. “I expected a case,” he starts. “A bit chilly for a walk, really, so. D’you mind telling me what we’re doing out here?”Sherlock doesn’t even pause, simply tucks his head down against the wind and continues walking. “I’m retiring,” he says simply.

Sherlock is hurt too much - both physically and emotionally - to return to John as he had envisioned. Mycroft will stop at nothing to protect his baby brother and calls in John's help. But can they move past what happened to the both of them and restore what they had before Sherlock jumped? *Keep an eye on the tags and the rating for they tend to change as the story progresses! Also; spoiler alert for the tags!*

Heats weren’t what they used to be. Anymore it was like a low-grade itch, sometimes one that Sherlock didn’t even know needed scratched until John happened across it. Sometimes it was nothing more than a few moody days where Sherlock was a tetchy sonofabitch, being extra snappish and fussy until John looked at the calendar and said ‘ah’ and took Sherlock to bed. Sometimes, he’d be the one to catch on first. When that happened, it was more like it used to be. More seduction. More ‘come-take-me-to-bed.’ A spark, sometimes. A spark. ------- For BakerStMel on Twitter. Mel asked "What would omegaverse be like as they got older?" and I was like "Wow, that's an interesting question." So here is some early retirement-age Sherlock and John, learning what life is like post-andropausal.

Sometimes sex is tricky. Title taken from Keat's poem, Oh! how I love on a fair summer's eve When streams of light pour down the golden west,And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil restThe silver clouds, far - far away to leaveAll meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve