Fic for Vulgarweed
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holmesticeTitle: The Mortal Anniversary; or A ghost made them do it.
Recipient:vulgarweed
Author: REDACTED
Verse: ACD Canon
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John Watson/Mary Morstan (past), Sherlock Holmes/John Watson/Mary Morstan (as a voyeur)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Very very light coercion. Passing mention of past suicidal ideation.
Summary:
For the second year in a row, on the anniversary of her death, I saw my wife waiting for me. Holmes had been returned from his sojourn to Europe for nearly a year, alive and whole though worse for wear; I had sold my practice and moved back into Baker Street; and we had begun an affair. It had been since the start of the year, and now I felt the weight of that decision like a millstone as I tried to ignore my dead wife’s presence. I didn’t regret it. Not for a moment. But I hadn’t expected to look her in the eye five minutes after I’d kissed him goodbye.
“I need to know you’re all right, John,” she said.
“I’m all right,” I said, and it was even true.
“I need to know you’re happy.”
Read on AO3: The Mortal Anniversary
Recipient:
vulgarweedAuthor: REDACTED
Verse: ACD Canon
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John Watson/Mary Morstan (past), Sherlock Holmes/John Watson/Mary Morstan (as a voyeur)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Very very light coercion. Passing mention of past suicidal ideation.
Summary:
For the second year in a row, on the anniversary of her death, I saw my wife waiting for me. Holmes had been returned from his sojourn to Europe for nearly a year, alive and whole though worse for wear; I had sold my practice and moved back into Baker Street; and we had begun an affair. It had been since the start of the year, and now I felt the weight of that decision like a millstone as I tried to ignore my dead wife’s presence. I didn’t regret it. Not for a moment. But I hadn’t expected to look her in the eye five minutes after I’d kissed him goodbye.
“I need to know you’re all right, John,” she said.
“I’m all right,” I said, and it was even true.
“I need to know you’re happy.”
Read on AO3: The Mortal Anniversary
