Fic Rec: Mary
Title: Mary
Author: kinklock
Pairing: John/Sherlock, past John/Mary
Length: 132,827 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Canon character death
Verse: Sherlock (BBC)
Author's summary:
Last night he dreamt he went to Manderley again...
Monte Carlo, 1937. While working as the companion to Sebastian Wilkes, a young man becomes acquainted with a wealthy Englishman, John Watson. Rumour has it that Watson, owner of the grand country estate Manderley, is still haunted by the sudden death of his late wife. But as the young man soon learns, not all is as it seems.
Reccer's comments: This is a fusion with Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, and while it’s quite faithful to that narrative, it’s done in an exceedingly clever way that smoothly integrates characters such as Moriarty, Magnussen, and Murray as well as events and bits of dialogue from both ACD and BBC canon. All of the M’s, for example, work superbly to add another layer of potential plot and subterfuge to the already twisted and inscrutable mystery of Mary Watson.
The romance between John and Sherlock is of the slow burn variety, with tons of UST, misunderstandings, and pining, but also epic fluff and tenderness when the time finally comes.
The one paradigm adjustment I had to make when reading this is that it’s set in an alternate reality in which homosexuality is treated as completely natural. That doesn’t mean that Sherlock and John’s relationship is approved of or welcomed by everyone, though…
A delicious gaslight scenario with plenty of creepiness, excitement, and sexytimes that hits all the sweet spots.
Excerpt:
He could feel their earlier happiness slipping from them, and desperately, he reached out and grabbed it by taking hold of John’s free hand.
“John,” he said, and stopped. They were always starting and stopping.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” John asked, his voice as rough and wrecked as he was.
“I don’t want you to look like that,” he said, in a momentary fit of honesty.
He didn’t want John to look like he was thinking about the past. Forget, not remember.
“We should have stayed in France,” John said, gripping his hand back as tightly as it was being held.
“We should never have come back to Manderley. Oh God, what an idiot I was to come back here.”
Author: kinklock
Pairing: John/Sherlock, past John/Mary
Length: 132,827 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Canon character death
Verse: Sherlock (BBC)
Author's summary:
Last night he dreamt he went to Manderley again...
Monte Carlo, 1937. While working as the companion to Sebastian Wilkes, a young man becomes acquainted with a wealthy Englishman, John Watson. Rumour has it that Watson, owner of the grand country estate Manderley, is still haunted by the sudden death of his late wife. But as the young man soon learns, not all is as it seems.
Reccer's comments: This is a fusion with Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, and while it’s quite faithful to that narrative, it’s done in an exceedingly clever way that smoothly integrates characters such as Moriarty, Magnussen, and Murray as well as events and bits of dialogue from both ACD and BBC canon. All of the M’s, for example, work superbly to add another layer of potential plot and subterfuge to the already twisted and inscrutable mystery of Mary Watson.
The romance between John and Sherlock is of the slow burn variety, with tons of UST, misunderstandings, and pining, but also epic fluff and tenderness when the time finally comes.
The one paradigm adjustment I had to make when reading this is that it’s set in an alternate reality in which homosexuality is treated as completely natural. That doesn’t mean that Sherlock and John’s relationship is approved of or welcomed by everyone, though…
A delicious gaslight scenario with plenty of creepiness, excitement, and sexytimes that hits all the sweet spots.
Excerpt:
He could feel their earlier happiness slipping from them, and desperately, he reached out and grabbed it by taking hold of John’s free hand.
“John,” he said, and stopped. They were always starting and stopping.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” John asked, his voice as rough and wrecked as he was.
“I don’t want you to look like that,” he said, in a momentary fit of honesty.
He didn’t want John to look like he was thinking about the past. Forget, not remember.
“We should have stayed in France,” John said, gripping his hand back as tightly as it was being held.
“We should never have come back to Manderley. Oh God, what an idiot I was to come back here.”