#hughenrymorganday

Since April 7 hasn’t been a particularly great day for our favorite immortal ME in the past, let’s show the poor guy some love on his deathiversary.

Forever Is Composed of Nows - @birbs-in-space/island-mountain-glacier 

The Pursuit of Happiness - @birdthatlookslikeastick/birdthatlookslikeastick

Spirals - @vivid-escapist/VividEscapist 

The Burdens of Love - @truthisademurelady/idelthoughts

Make This Leap - @bearholdingashark/Spacecadet72

The Good Memories - frostqueen28/Shadow_Of_A_Smile

When Time Stopped - @avalonsilver/dk323

Hand, Heart - @htbthomas/htbthomas

Paternal Pride - @superlc529/superlc529

Across The Universe - @sidhebeingbrand/shiplizard

Phone Dilemmas and Kissing Things - @shipping-always-comes-withaprice/dream_vs_nightmare

Sunday Morning - @kristilynn/KristiLynn

A Wonderful, Unforgettable Night - @crazygreytabbycat/GreyTabbyCat

War Flare - @foreverlostinparis/Jenry_Morgan

Bricks - @argylepiratewd/ArgylePirateWD

the tumblr tag: #hughenrymorganday the ao3 collection: Hug Henry Morgan Day

Sunday Morning - @kristilynn/KristiLynn A day at home with Jo does not turn out like Henry had planned.

A Wonderful, Unforgettable Night - @crazygreytabbycat​/GreyTabbyCat Henry and Abigail celebrate their 5 year anniversary at a little Italian restaurant. And there's food and a little talking and some dancing.

War Flare - @foreverlostinparis​/Jenry_Morgan When hope burns out, joy falls with it and settles far from reach in its own emptiness. Often, it slips away unnoticed, until we find the root of our unhappiness to be the one thing we let go of or watched fade without pursuit. How surely we believe that faith cannot be restored, when suddenly it bursts through like a flare in a sky of darkness, a fiery mark of victory in our war, a thought unattainable rapture, borne anew with a single promise of its return." ~Henry Morgan

Bricks - @argylepiratewd​/ArgylePirateWD "Brick by brick," she'd said to him once, was the best way to solve cases. The same philosophy applied to rebuilding a damaged friendship.

Since April 7 hasn’t been a particularly great day for our favorite immortal ME in the past, let’s show the poor guy some love on his deathiversary.

And that’s a wrap, everyone! Early tomorrow, there’ll be a master post with all of the fics. Thanks to all of you wonderful writers, betas, readers, and awesome people who’ve spread the word and shown these great fics some love. And special thanks to @truthisademurelady​ for letting me host another ficathon and for helping out. I had lots of fun! - @argylepiratewd​

Previously Posted

Forever Is Composed of Nows - @birbs-in-space​/island-mountain-glacier

The Pursuit of Happiness - @birdthatlookslikeastick​/birdthatlookslikeastick

Spirals - @vivid-escapist​/VividEscapist

The Burdens of Love - @truthisademurelady​/idelthoughts

Make This Leap - @bearholdingashark​/Spacecadet72

The Good Memories - frostqueen28/Shadow_Of_A_Smile

When Time Stopped - @avalonsilver​/dk323

Hand, Heart - @htbthomas​/htbthomas

Paternal Pride - @superlc529​/superlc529

Across The Universe - @sidhebeingbrand​/shiplizard

Phone Dilemmas and Kissing Things - @shipping-always-comes-withaprice​/dream_vs_nightmare

Hand, Heart - @htbthomas​/htbthomas A precious item from Henry's past takes on new meaning.

Paternal Pride - @superlc529​/superlc529 Snapshots of Henry and Abe through the years... Henry couldn't ask for a better son nor Abe for a better father.

Across The Universe - @sidhebeingbrand​/shiplizard The place is Empire City. It's four years before Henry meets Jo Martinez, four years before the unknown caller. He's content to work in the morgue and the antique shop, content living with solitude...

Or that's what he tells himself until an imaginative little boy and his musician father come into his life in a whirl of sound and colour.

Phone Dilemmas and Kissing Things - @shipping-always-comes-withaprice​/dream_vs_nightmare Though neither of them ask why, the six-year-old says, “She has Mr. Stuffins!” as if that explains everything.

He thinks he understands somewhat, but before he can move to explain, Wren looks to Jo with her wide eyes and asks if she can make a call. The Detective fishes around in her pockets for her phone but comes up empty-handed - she must’ve forgot it in the cruiser, which means the responsibility now falls on Henry.

Wren turns her wide-eyed charm on him and asks, “Can I use your phone, Mr. Cop?”

Henry, Jo, and the trouble of sunken phones and do-we-or-don't-we.

Since April 7 hasn’t been a particularly great day for our favorite immortal ME in the past, let’s show the poor guy some love on his deathiversary.

Post #4

Sunday Morning - @kristilynn/KristiLynn

A Wonderful, Unforgettable Night - @crazygreytabbycat​/GreyTabbyCat

War Flare - @foreverlostinparis​/Jenry_Morgan

Bricks - @argylepiratewd​/ArgylePirateWD

Previously Posted

Forever Is Composed of Nows - @birbs-in-space​/island-mountain-glacier

The Pursuit of Happiness - @birdthatlookslikeastick​/birdthatlookslikeastick

Spirals - @vivid-escapist​/VividEscapist

The Burdens of Love - @truthisademurelady​/idelthoughts

Make This Leap - @bearholdingashark​/Spacecadet72

The Good Memories - frostqueen28/Shadow_Of_A_Smile

The Burdens of Love - @truthisademurelady​/idelthoughts Henry’s burning curiosity over the domination therapist had been an ongoing theme in his and Abigail's conversations all week, and now here they were at Iona Payne's office for "couples therapy." He'd stressed the point again and again that understanding physical domination was useful knowledge for his work, but… Well, the man protested a little too much to pass it off so easily as a purely academic exercise.

Finally meeting Mistress Payne, Abigail thinks she might understand Henry's fascination.

Make This Leap - @bearholdingashark​/Spacecadet72 Henry goes to visit Molly in the hospital, and thinks about how glad he is that she's still in his life.

The Good Memories - frostqueen28/Shadow_Of_A_Smile Adam makes Henry remember, and the good memories don't hurt anymore.

When Time Stopped - @avalonsilver​/dk323 James Carter dies.

Since April 7 hasn’t been a particularly great day for our favorite immortal ME in the past, let’s show the poor guy some love on his deathiversary. 

Post #3

Hand, Heart - @htbthomas​/htbthomas

Paternal Pride - @superlc529​/superlc529

Across The Universe - @sidhebeingbrand​/shiplizard

Phone Dilemmas and Kissing Things - @shipping-always-comes-withaprice​/dream_vs_nightmare

Post #4

Sunday Morning - @kristilynn/KristiLynn

A Wonderful, Unforgettable Night - @crazygreytabbycat​/GreyTabbyCat

War Flare - @foreverlostinparis​/Jenry_Morgan

Bricks - @argylepiratewd​/ArgylePirateWD

Previously Posted

Forever Is Composed of Nows - @birbs-in-space​/island-mountain-glacier

The Pursuit of Happiness - @birdthatlookslikeastick​/birdthatlookslikeastick

Forever Is Composed of Nows - @birbs-in-space​/island-mountain-glacier  As Henry looks around, he’s flooded with an undesirably large number of emotional memories. There are happy moments, of course, that fill him with nostalgia and longing and threaten to bring joyous tears to his eyes. Naturally, they are accompanied by the rest, the ones that cause stabbing pains in his heart and ceaseless headaches. He remembers the sickness and the injury and the long nights. He remembers what it’s like to be caught up in loss. 

The Pursuit of Happiness - @birdthatlookslikeastick​/birdthatlookslikeastick  Henry ponders what brings him pure, simple happiness these days, and finds the answer in an unexpected, yet retroactively obvious, place.

Spirals - @vivid-escapist​/VividEscapist Spiral [spahy-ruh l] 1. a spiral curve, shape, or pattern; occurs naturally in sunflowers 2. running continuously around a fixed point or center while constantly receding from or approaching it

Henry has been alive for so long, it feels like the word revolves and changes around him. He's lost a lot, but happiness is never very far away. Neither are sunflowers.

Since April 7 hasn’t been a particularly great day for our favorite immortal ME in the past, let’s show the poor guy some love on his deathiversary.

Post #2

The Burdens of Love - @truthisademurelady​/idelthoughts

Make This Leap - @bearholdingashark​/Spacecadet72

The Good Memories - frostqueen28/Shadow_Of_A_Smile

When Time Stopped - @avalonsilver​/dk323

Post #3

Hand, Heart - @htbthomas​/htbthomas

Paternal Pride - @superlc529​/superlc529

Across The Universe - @sidhebeingbrand​/shiplizard

Phone Dilemmas and Kissing Things - @shipping-always-comes-withaprice​/dream_vs_nightmare

Post #4

Sunday Morning - @kristilynn/KristiLynn

A Wonderful, Unforgettable Night - @crazygreytabbycat​/GreyTabbyCat

War Flare - @foreverlostinparis​/Jenry_Morgan

“I have a few of my mother’s things.” Rising from the sofa to go to the bookshelf, he pulls a thin volume from the highest shelf with careful fingers, brings it back to her and places it in her hands. “This is my favorite.”

The leather cover has no markings, and there aren’t many pages. When she opens it, she sees that it is filled with writing in a precise hand. “These are her words?” The handwriting is very similar to Henry’s.

“Yes. A journal, written before she was married to my father. Filled with dreams for the future.” A sad look passes briefly across his face. “I read it sometimes to think about what our relationship might have been, if she’d lived.”

Jo spends a few minutes flipping through the entries. She’d like to read them, but not now. “May I take it with me?”

To his credit, he doesn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

She lifts her bag from the chair where she’d placed it, and places the journal inside. Right beside the small box she’d placed there earlier. She can still hear Abe banging around with the dishes. Should she wait for him to give it to Henry? After all, he’d been the one to track it down for her. Or should she use this chance to get a private moment?

James smiled at him. This time it was genuine as his eyes even brightened, and he appeared to be in a better mood. Henry didn’t want to dwell on the reason why. That maybe James had made peace with himself, and was ready for the end to come, for his final rest.

“You are enough. You always were, Henry,” James said quietly.

James reached out his hand to Henry, but he was already there, grasping James’s hand, holding on to it like it was his anchor to his dying friend.

“James, don’t. Please. Stay. You can defeat this,” Henry urged him in vain.

But James’s eyes had fluttered closed. Henry was sure James returned the pressure on his hand, the strength was weak but Henry felt it all the same.

James’s hand fell limp in his, and so with grim reluctance, Henry checked James’s pulse at his wrist. There was none, confirming something he knew but hoped wasn’t true.

Henry couldn’t take it upon himself to let go of James. That if he would, James would disappear before his eyes.

After a few impossibly long moments, Henry’s eyes widened at what was happening in front of him.

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Note: Of course, this isn’t the part where Henry is happy. Sorry for the sad sneak peek, but considering the purpose of this Ficathon, things will get better. Didn’t want to give too much away. Thanks for reading. :-)