Reichenbach قصص

(Post-Reichenbach) John is struggling with the loss of Sherlock, and no matter how hat he tries to move on, he can't. He keeps being drawn back to the man who saved him, to the man he owes so much to. Sherlock has spent two years tracking down all of Moriarty's web to make sure that all the people he cares about stay safe. But one man has escaped him at every turn. Moran, the sniper to immediately threaten John's life at the Fall, has outsmarted Sherlock every time he chases him down. Now, he has his sights, once again, set on John. Now, Sherlock has to go back to the flat he left behind two years ago in order to protect the man he never truly left. (This is an alternate to the Series 3 plot line and doesn't follow its story.)

After spending three years without his blogger, Sherlock finally believes it's safe to see him again. Watson's been depressed since Reichenbach, and starts to take drastic measures. Will Sherlock make it to his John in time? Or will Sherlock be too late? {written in poem form} {I wrote this after watching Reichenbach for the 16th time recently.... I was overcome by my Johnlock feels.}

sherlock/john post reichenbach angst

Johnlock Oneshot, post Reichenbach. John takes his therapists advice and talks to Sherlock through texts.

"Pray that your loneliness will spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for." ~ Dag Hammarskjold. Post Reichenbach.

This is my theory about how when Sherlock faked death.he non purposely regenerates although it goes slightly wrong and he does not change in form but in his mind he thinks extremely differently

A nightmare that John has after the fall.

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]

only dialog mormor like 10 minutes before the fall and also the cover thing is not mine

what if it really was goodbye? - told in a series of stories. (lowercase intended for description only)

A Sherlolly one-shot about the night before the Fall.

This is post Reichenbach Fall and is based off of the song "Say Something," by A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera. Disclaimer: I don't own the song or Sherlock stories. So yea.

Post reichenbach fall, Sherlock finds John and people start to talk again.

SPOILER SHERLOCK BBC 2x03. Post Reichenbach. John Watson si decide finalmente a ricominciare a scrivere sul suo blog ad un anno dalla morte di Sherlock. Una one shot senza pretese (venuta fuori durante una lezione di storia particolarmente noiosa) in cui John dà ruota libera ai suoi pensieri.

a book filled to the brim with all things sherlock

Fluff with a teensy bit of angst, also written for the Sherlock Valentine's day challenge. I've always thought the idea of Sherlock having Acrophobia was pretty interesting (considering the whole Reichenbach thing and several metas I found in the depths of tumblr). I've hidden a sort of ridiculous easter egg in here for the hardcore DC and/or Starkid fans--comment if you find it! ^.^ Original prompt was: "Yes. But I'll never admit it." Mild trigger warning for panic attacks.

The Black Dog: 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. The Only One In The World: description soon #2 in Reichenbachfall 6/24/22 #148 in bbcsherlock 6/23/22 #665 in Sherlock 6/23/22 CONTENT WARNINGS: Heavy themes such as depression, suicide, self-hatred, drug use, etc. Please don't read if this will trigger you. - An old Sherlock oneshot I wrote years ago.

How did Sherlock Holmes survive the fall? Fans have come up with theories, some amazingly absurd, but none have been quite right. With Sherlock's last hours coming up, he writes all of it down. He writes it for one person. No one else will see this letter, not Mrs. Hudson, not Lestrade. John Watson will be the only one to see this letter.

Sherlock is gone, John has a gaping hole where his left ventricle should be, and he is officially done with voicemails. collection of johnlock drabbles requests welcome!