Postreichenbach Stories

Mamihlapinatapai : A look shared by two people, each wishing the other would initiate something that they both desire but neither wants to begin. Redamancy : The act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full. Both Sherlock Holmes and John Watson knew very well where they wanted their relationship to go, however, it takes a treacherous case to bring them together, and a particular experiment to allow them to fully discover each other. Advisory: Certain historic events have been changed. In this Victorian AU, The second world war has already passed and ended even though it is 1904 in the fic. Not everything is completely accurate. Certain details may correlate more with the show than the books.

((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?

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.

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

Months before Sherlock's alleged suicide he knows what is going to happen on that rooftop with the evil genius, Moriarty. with a small bit of help from the British government, Sherlock comes up with a plan to dismantle the nation's largest crime web. However, soon it will be time to return back home to London and his faithful blogger, doctor, and friend, John Watson. but neither of them are the same person that they remember. What will that mean for their relationship?

[MORMOR (Moriarty X Moran) // ONE-SHOT] After Jim faked his death, Sebastian has found it hard to cope without his beloved consulting criminal. People say that memories are nice things to look back on, but is that the case for Sebastian? WARNING: Drugs and alcohol are mentioned briefly in this story. Read at your own risk if triggered by small mentions!

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]

It has been six years since the Reichenbach fall, and Sherlock Holmes is alone. John Watson has moved on, forging a family for himself out of the ruins of the loss of his best friend. But when Sherlock's path crosses that of Mary Watson, they both have to fight to ensure John's well-being.

In which a heart-broken John Watson writes letters to the deceased Sherlock Holmes. BEING REWRITTEN/REUPLOADED - PLEASE READ FIRST PART

Sometimes it takes a few tries to get fate right. A crossover fic between Cabin Pressure and Sherlock BBC. Set after season 2 of Sherlock BBC. 5+1 story which includes Christmas (if you wanted some holiday reading). Pairing is Martin Crieff/John Watson. This was written before series 4 of Cabin Pressure was released.

This is a short Story about my OTP Johnlock The story takes place after the third episode of season 2. #fluff

John isn't coping well with Sherlock's suicide...

One year after the fall Sherlock comes back but he's not the only one. Fluffy and angsty johnlock.

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

-Sherlock FanFiction-OneShot- Sherlock, behind the wheel of a hearse, observes the mourners who think they're burying him; he reads their stories- all but one. To be taken as being Post Reichenbach, I guess.

Sherlock returns to Baker Street six months after his fake suicide to find no one at the flat, and a letter addressed to him on the table from John. What happened to the blogger? Does Sherlock have more feelings for John than he lets on? Disclaimer-I do not own any of the characters, they belong to the BBC

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

SPOILER ALERT FOR SEASON 2 AND SOME OF SEASON 1 OF SHERLOCK The fall of Sherlock had crushed John's life, his best friend was, gone forever. After three years of Sherlock being dead, John was living a somewhat normal life, missing his friend everyday. One day a guest comes knocking. Molly is standing at the door, she has something very important to say...