Postreichenbach Stories

I don't know what to write in the description so just read the story and find out •_• 😊 THE MATURE CONTENT IS BECAUSE OF VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE NOT BECAUSE THERE SUMT OR SOMETHING. I REAPET NO SUMT IN HERE SO SORRY PERVS😂 P.S props for the creator of the cover and I do NOT own any of the characters in this story they are property of "Sherlock bbc" and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Post Reichenbach John is desperate to see Sherlock and will do whatever it takes to see him again... Dead...or alive...

John Watson wasn't the only one who lost someone the day Moriarty and Sherlock solved their final problem. Two years after the fall, Sebastian Moran's nightmares about what hapenned on St. Barts roof haven't stopped. All he wants is his boss to come back to him again. But it's only an impossible dream. Or not? Be careful what you wish for because one day, your dreams may come true. How will Sebastian react when everything he'd dream of comes true. The consulting criminal is back in his life and that can only mean two things. Everything's gonna be fine again, or Sebastian would see his life fall into pieces. What will his boss do if he discovers what the marksman feels for him? Will it ever be the same as before? Sebastian himself doesn't know.

Simply exhausted of all colour. Wasted. I didn't lie down. I didn't blink. I just sat there, staring into nothingness, waiting for something to materialise into my vision. Something. Anything. I had kept Sherlock away. Kept him away from his death, for so long. So long. Little did I know, all he needed was a little jump from a rooftop. It wouldn't take me long either, would it? I wasn't going to die. I needed relief. I needed disconnection. Disorientation. Oblivion. Ignorance. Because ignorance is bliss. It was in my hand, now. Like vengeance disguised in forgiveness. Breathe. Steady. Hold. Control. . . . Now. Pain shot through my arms and my palms, like my nails were being pulled out. It spread like fire, like ice cold fire, still burning like coals. My limbs were numb. I fell onto the bed, my mouth pressed into the sheet at an odd angle. I was too fatigued to change it. Too drowned to change it. Drowned too deep. To change anything. I'd never done this. Was I going to die? It'd be better if I died. What would that feel like? Flying? Better that this I suppose. Don't you think, Sherlock? [TW: IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH PTSD SCHIZOPHRENIA DEPRESSION ANXIETY PANIC DISORDERS DRUGS OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE PROCEED WITH DISCRETION. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF NEAR- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND VIOLENCE AND ZERO CLOSURE LIKE LITERALLY NO CLOSURE]

Sherlock never faked his death, he died when he committed suicide off of Bart's roof and it's destroying John. He can't live without his consulting detective any longer. So what is a distraught man to do?

Suddenly he heard a gunshot. He froze. He wanted to move, but couldn't. The only thing running through his head was no, not again. Please be okay, Sherlock. Please be okay. Be okay. When he could move again he shouted with all his might: "SHEERLOOCK!" Then he sprinted towards where the gunshot came from. This is a Johnlock(Its not like they are together, but I just feel like they love each other more than they realize) one-shot I wrote. I hope you'll like it. Just so you are prepared I cried while writing it, maybe I'm just too emotional but now you know. Warning: Major character death.

((Johnlock)) Sherlock's feelings are soon to be realized, but when Sherlock finds out how he feels towards John, will John feel the same way?

Ever since Sherlock's passing John Watson still goes to visit the grave of his friend. But he never could have prepared himself for what happens to him one cold, grey day....

When John finds himself alone after Sherlock's death, nothing can save him from caving in on himself. Or will something change all that?

A bullet whizzed past my ear and shot into the ground. Bringing the leaves to life. I let out a terrifying cry and ran. He had caught up to me. God he was going to kill me. And once again, the solder inside took over. Leading me away from the trail, down a hill. I sloshed through a small creek and began to run up the other side. I dared a look back to see Sebastian standing on the other side of the hill. Staring at me. A smile pressed against his face. I barely caught the word he mouthed at me. 'John' John is kidnapped and its up to Sherlock to rescue him. But can he put the pieces back together? Or is John forever broken.

Kyna Jocelyn Graham is unusually talented and intelligent, much to her mother's unending and embarrassing horror. For sixteen years Kyna's mother has been desperately trying to stamp out any traces of the man who is her father. But she is unsuccessful and when Kyna's mother dies from breast cancer, Kyna is forced into custody with her biological father and on that same day, Sherlock Holmes receives a child he never wanted. She despises him and he cannot even tolerate her, but slowly, through thick and thin, they grow to respect each other. Kidnapped and afraid, in love and alone, angry and heartbroken: Kyna Holmes is the only Consulting Daughter in the world. And her special talents are put to the test when 'Uncle Jim' comes to play in his own twisted and maniacal way. [Don't copy this fanfic onto other pages or I will feed you to Smaug] DISCLAIMER: I don't own the original BBC Sherlock characters used in this story. They are the property of their creators.

Basically a story of sorts I decided to try and write. It's a Sherlock/Johnlock story set in post Reichenbach. Hope you enjoy! **As much as I'd like to, I don't own these amazing characters. All rights to BBC. I also don't own the cover art, but if anyone does feel free to tell me so I can give them credit**

Ever since The Fall of Sherlock Holmes, Jim Moriarty has been paying John Watson unwelcome visits. - ( Chapters jump through time. POV alternates. Warnings: Occasional explicit language; sexual references. ) -

Sherlock Holmes is detective. *ahem* Excuse me, I mean, "The only consulting detective in the world," yes that seems about right...Anywho: He's a downright genius, and can tell what you did at noon yesterday just by the shape of your shoe. Of course, you knew that already, didn't you? Look at you, the smart one! Well, this story that I'm going to tell has many ups, and many downs at that. Sherlock, and possibly his friend John Watson, shall journey on this ride of hills and valleys to discover the true 'lost deduction', which you may find heartbreaking, surprising, horrific, you know - things of that sort. As of course, the tale told shall be focused on the one and only Holmes himself. (Sherlock I mean, not his vastly superior and intelligent brother, Mycroft.) Sorry, where was I? And yes of course, I, Mycro- I mean...a certain Mycroft Holmes will appear in this story, eventually (If it was any opinion of me, I think he should show up more often), along with many of your other favorite and hated characters. If it ever feels as though you are being spoken to, forgive me. Sometimes a narrator tends to break the fourth wall. This story is based highly off of the BBC show, "Sherlock", and has little, if any, correlation to the books (though I find them fascinating, give them a read). Johnlock, as people call it, will pop up, so if you are against that (which I might add is fascinating. I didn't think a person could ever be so dull), please back away now, preferably to another country so I don't have to deal with your, pardon me, lunacy. Without further a do: I present, "The Lost Deduction." Written by grumpyexe and, somewhat, narrated by...oh well, just get on with it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - Post Reichenbach Fall. - Trigger Warnings will be at the beginning of the chapter if necessary. - Explicit language - Contains Johnlock, other ships may appear, who knows. - Mystery/Thriller fanfiction - Enjoy!

What's a sniper without his boss? The tales of BBC Sherlock's Jim Moriarty and his faithful, right-hand man Sebastian Moran. - ( All chapters are stand-alone. POV alternates. Warnings: Explicit language. ) -