Mrs. Hudson has a couple of potentially hurtful lines in this, even, which took me slightly by surprise. Thank you very much for reading, even though you found it difficult *hugs*
This is amazing. I love your characterizations of everyone, you made all of them seem so realistic, especially Lestrade and Sally. The way in which Sherlock and John were found just broke my heart all over again. Oh boys...
There was no question in my mind that I wanted Lestrade's POV to be the one through which we saw them lying there. Bringing in Anderson wrecks it a bit, I suppose, but he's as much a part of the web as the rest. Thank you so much <3
Oh, this was wonderful. Heartbreaking, but wonderful. I've got a lump at the back of my throat full of sadness, and tears just pricking at my eyes.
You have such a way with words which amazes me every single time I read one of your fics.
*hugs* Thank you for reading. These took bravery to write, so it must take even more bravery to read. I'm usually not given to such darkness, especially not in AU territory. I'll spend the weekend watching stuff that makes me happy (Hot Fuzz is usually a good antidote to this kind of thing when it starts running riot) and sort out some kitten-fic for everybody.
knew this would be a tough one but I couldn't not read it. I love the way you include them all, and the strength of the bond between Sherlock and John that comes through the whole piece - the sense of that love as something that death can't touch.
I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't read it, honestly! I only keep going when I know I'm too far gone to stop, and this set of pieces was one of those cases. I'm kind of stunned that a kink-meme prompt pulled all this out of me, but when I sit myself down and look at my own recent instances of grieving (those two friends I lost in November and December), there's a lot of undealt-with junk that has as much to do with my RL circumstances as the fictional framework I'd built.
Thank you very much *hugs*
*sobs some more
Pitch perfect. Emotionally, magnificent. I am in awe.
*shuffles off to find more tissues
*offers tea and biscuits to accompany tissues*
Thank you so much for reading *hugs*
I knew that reading this in the middle of the university library while on the verge of getting sick was a terrible idea, yet there I am, crying in a public space.
It's Molly and Harry that hurt me most, by the way.
I'll offer you a hug, because it must have been painful to write too.
Molly, Mike, Sally, and Mycroft hurt the most to write, and in that order.
I really ought to add a NSFW to the warnings, or something equivalent. The number of people who read these while in public or semi-public space was far larger than I'd counted on, and I'm actually feeling kind of reckless for not having said, look, maybe wait till you're at home to read these.
What really got me crying was when Lestrade saw them--saw the last position they were in, with their last kiss. And how he reacted...how he didn't want Anderson to separate them. Everything is so well done, but that was it for me.
I feel so sorry for everyone who were left, and I am heartily glad that in canon they live and retire together. This was a wonderful, heartbreaking what-if though...
Yeah, the only reason I could even take on such a project is because it is an AU. This is not what happens. But imagining what it would look like if it were to happen was a useful exercize: I'm no longer terrified of writing another story that I've been putting off, which doesn't even have death in it. Once you go as far as this, how can you fear anything else?
Thank you very much *hugs*
Oh my goodness.
I can't decide which of these is more devastating, honestly. Everyone's little fragments of John and Sherlock are just beautiful.
Thank you very much. And go have some tea!
... I... am not quite sure why it is the Molly and Anderson parts which punched me right into the gut, but. Oh. Oh my god. It's so many little things — Anderson shaken because of Lestrade's grief, Lestrade on the phone with Mycroft, Molly getting that horrible text, the way Sally's throat thightens, Mrs Hudson's I'm dreaming this. I've got to be and Sarah not listening to Mycroft during the memorial and Harry, oh Harry, and Mycroft in Baker Street, and the way they're all related now, they're all intertwined, just because of a meeting in St Bart's six months ago.
And despite all that, despite the grief and the pain and the loss, the way we know that in your little world at least, the two of them are keeping bees in Sussex, and that they're happy.
"Coffee," Molly whispers. "Two sugars, black."
That's where I started crying — it's been four hours since I read this this morning, and my throat is still tight. You're amazing.
*hugs* I hope you're all right now, have had the chance to sleep it off. I had to wait a while to start responding, because I've found I'm most vulnerable when it comes to responses, go figure. Talking to people who I know I've made cry is pretty guilt-inducing.
Molly, Mike, Sally, Mycroft. Those were the toughest to write, and in that order. The italicized bits in Molly's part aren't text-messages; they're her own realizations, her own mind putting together what the voice on the other end of the line is telling her, even if she's too stunned to really properly be listening.
Thank you very much for reading.
lump in throat, tears in eyes... Why have you done this to me? To them? Utterly beautiful, thoroughly devastating. I worship your power. But can you put my heart back together now? You've broken it completely.
And I just read this again. First time was in public; this was a private reading resulting is outright sobbing. Honestly, I just popped the DVD in to watch some of "Study in Pink" so that I could see them alive again.
All I can say is...wow. This is so sad and beautiful, in it's own sadly and lovely way. It's odd; I thought of Pompei just before you mentioned it! Their last moments together being witnessed by those who follow and discover them.
It's a fitting end, in a way.
But the fact that it's an End...*sniffles* So sad!
Your short pieces carry so much emotion that it's amazing. I can even get past the "modern day" thing this series has going on. That's how well you write them!
If you're finding you can stomach the modern-day aspect, you really should watch the series. It's on DVD now and pretty widely available in both the US and the UK!
Thank you so much for reading *hugs*
This made me feel absolutely wretched - in the best possible way.
Yeah, that was one of the arguments I used on myself re: going through with a follow-up. Thank you very much for reading *hugs*
I could probably write a long note of how magnificent this story is, but I'm not sure if I'd managed that.
It would be depressing but knowing the previous fic, well, it helps. Although I'm still sad.
It also helps to remember this is an AU *hugs* Thank you so much for reading these!
Oh my god...
I cringed at this: Mike knows that's not the way of it, not really, but the fact remains that John Watson—and Sherlock Holmes, come to it—might not be dead now if he hadn't set them on course for utter ruin.
because it is so WRONG of Mike to think it, but utterly understandable.
But I started to cry along with Harry.
It's so unbelievable how well you can convey all this feelings...
It is tragically wonderfull.
There's a lot of wrongness going on in here, to be honest, and some of it's coming from Mrs. Hudson, too. These pieces hurt a lot, yes, but, wow, they've been invaluable re: character studies. Thank you for reading, my dear *hugs*
ooooh, that one hurt. Gorgeous, as always, but painful. Now I must
write find some retirement!kink fic to make it better.
Why not write it? :)
Thank you very much for reading *hugs*