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Semper Fidelis, Part Nine
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Title: Semper Fidelis
Rating: Probably an R
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and am making no profit from their use, more's the pity.
Warnings: Angst, partner betrayal, aftermath of torture in this chapter 
Summary: Written for a kinkmeme prompt: Moriarty frames John and "Anthea" of betrayals which cause both of the Holmes brothers to cut them off. Cue BAMF!John and BAMF!"Anthea" doing their best to clear their names. Both het and slash; Mycroft/Anthea and John/Sherlock.

(Title page by mabivia)

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight

Part NineCollapse )

This is so good...BAMF!John and BAMF!Anthea are amazing...and the anguish and angst are just killing me. I NEED another chapter. The way I need AIR.

I enjoyed reading this fic, I liked it.

This was such a fantastic story!
I always loved BAMBF!John, but, really, never thought of Anthea as one, too. Your portrait of them here, it feels so right. They both have different strong points, and therefore, are a great match, helping each other to go through this hell.
And what I love the most it's how realistic are John and Anthea/Jane/Rosy reaction once their are safe. There can't be easy forgiveness. Maybe there can't be forgiveness at all.
And when I saw Mycroft and Sherlock shocked understanding about what they really did, how deeply they hurt the ones who love them the most... I almost feel sad for them. Almost.

And I'd love to know what happens now *g*

This is wonderful; I hope you decide to update it again soon; I love BAMF!John, and Anthea is wonderful, and I really really want to watch the Holmes brothers grovel for a good long time. Amazing story.

I-I just want John and Anthea to run off together and set up a platonic love nest somewhere in the lovely countryside of Italy and spend their days taking long walks while resolutely Not Mentioning The Holmeses and talking about silly things like what they want to eat for lunch and brushing up on their languages/mad hacking skills/amazing badass combat skills and quite possibly doing freelance covert ops work all over Europe for the glory of the motherland only to be back in time for tea and their nights watching terrible rom-coms and throwing popcorn at the screen and at each other and snuggling on the couch until they fall asleep leaning against each other. I WANT IT TO HAPPEN ;__; *sob* Because right now everything is painful and raw and tender and no one knows how to make things better and everyone is hurting, John and Anthea and Sherlock and Mycroft and Avra (who is a fantastic OC, by the way, and whom I strongly believe Sherlock and Mycroft only call Mummy because she makes them like the badass lady she is) and I don't like itexcept for the part where I'm totally eating it up, om nom nom but I wouldn't stop reading for anything. More, please?♥

This was so utterly sad and melancholy story. I have so many feelings right now...

Thank you very much for this. I loved seeing what you've done with the characters, the BAMF!John and Anthea and now such well deserved angst. I've recced this on ficrecs. Cheers!