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One Last Dance

Closet_Sociopath

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Closet_Sociopath

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John's never had a patient quite as broken as Sherlock Homes. Or as ignorant of the fact that he is, indeed, broken.

He speaks rarely, and when he does it's this torrential flow of insults and hurt memories and sadness. He speaks like he doesn't know that he's broken yet, like he thinks he's fine, and superior to everyone else in the room.

Maybe he is. John doesn't know.

Maybe he's not as beautiful, and clever, and graceful as he believes. Maybe he isn't some kind of ethereal creature that John has had the honour of beholding. Maybe he's just broken. And useless. And alone.

John doesn't think so.

John thinks he's everything, broken man and all.

*

Sherlock's never done anything quite like dancing.

When he was there, wood springing under his feet, soft and warm and secure, he was happy. Sure. But he didn't know then that he'd give anything to be able to dance again. To have the pain of crushed toes, blisters, aching and biting all the fucking time. He didn't know he'd miss it like he misses breathing. But he does.

Sherlock forgets to breathe, sometimes.All Rights Reserved

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Love, Lies & Death ( A Sherlock Fanfiction) by HamilHotel

"How are you dealing with your Philophobia?" Sherlock asked, completely ignoring John, who looked more confused as ever. "You haven't forgotten about that, have you?" Minerva smiled at him. Nine years ago she had met him and already knew something was special about him. His deduction skills were something she'd never seen before and yet he still remebered her fear of falling in love. "I'm doing fine, Sherlock. How about you?" Sherlock knew what she was hinting at. He had learned that Minerva was a master at reading peoples emotions within seconds. She must have seen the love in his eyes. He recalled her saying: "A look into someones eyes, for even just a second, is enough for me to know exactly what their feeling." Knowing he would lie to her, Sherlock answered: "I'm doing well." "I'm sorry, but what the bloody hell is going on?" John inquired. A little piece from my story. This Fanfic contains Johnlock, two of my Oc's and lots of mysteries. Be prepaaaaaareeeed. *vibes to Be prepared* Bye

Home Is Where My Heart Is, Only With You. (Johnlock) by MarieLlona

I thought I could kill the pain. How could I be so stupid? The fall was terrifying. The pain was never ending. But it never ends. It remains, and it will always remain. Hidden. Buried. The dark is so cold. It's so empty, I'm empty, and I have nothing to fill it with anymore. "This love has taken its toll on me, and I have no choice, cause I won't say goodbye anymore...."* A Johnlock (and a little Myry) fanfic full of song references, heartbreak, depression, emptiness, emotion, possible death, and love to cure it all. Will they ever be reunited? And can Sherlock prove to John that he's alive, before John commits a crime neither would recover from? *Song reference: Maroon 5 - This Love

Chemical Disaster {JOHNLOCK} by GryffindorPancakee

"Detective Holmes, does your job ever cause you troubles that might lead to consuming drugs?" "I never have troubles with my job." Sherlock said, holding John's penetrating gaze without flinching. "Neither family issues, nor anything related with your job. Perhaps unrequited love, then?" *** Sherlock Holmes relies on many things to keep his supreme mind rational. Murder cases, for instance, provide him the adrenaline required to persist in sanity without falling into an abyss of dullness. Morphine serves as a tranquilizer for his untamable fact processing brain. Cocaine is a fine source of dopamine and fills in the hole of emptiness dug by the lack of intellectual crimes. To an outsider, he would fit labels like drug addict, sociopath, maniac, freak, but Sherlock thought he had attained a fairly satisfying equilibrium in life. But that was until he his brother stepped in, and John Watson became his therapist... And his flatmate. And a very alarming problem. ⚠️ Warning : mentions of drugs

Unbelieving (A Johnlock Fanfiction) by TheSherlockedOne

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]

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