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Amnesia (Sherlock x Reader)

Warning: Angst up the ass. Character death and feels. Yeah that it 

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted

And even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine

You were racing Sherlock back to the flat.  Sherlock (a very drunk one) was stumbling but close behind.

“(Y/n)!!! You’re cheating!!! This coat is slowing me down!!!” His words were slurred and some were stuttered.

You ignored him and continued running until you bumped into the door of 221B.  You fell back and into Sherlock’s arms. A giggle ripped through the two of you “I will catch you when you fall!” Sang the detective from the top of his lungs.

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you?
When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
‘Cause I’m not fine at all

It was movie night with Mrs. Hudson, John, and Sherlock. The movie of choice was Titanic and sniffles were sound through the room. You and Mrs. Hudson were holding napkins to your noses and eyes.  Sherlock was correcting information and John was throwing popcorn at the black haired man when he interrupted the movie.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
Like every single wish, we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I’m not fine at all

It happened on the way to your job at Scotland Yard.  You felt as if someone was following you but shrugged off the feeling.  A little voice in the back of your head was warning you.  It was words of advice from Sherlock you had received when you first met him. “Always trust your instincts.  If you feel someone watching you someone is most likely watching you.” When you decided to look behind you a rag was placed over your mouth.  Slowly the chemical on the rag began to render you unconscious.

The pictures that you sent me they’re still living in my phone
I’ll admit I like to see them, I’ll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why I’m not around
It hurts to know you’re happy, yeah, it hurts that you’ve moved on
It’s hard to hear your name when I haven’t seen you in so long

You prayed for Sherlock to find you but your kidnapper made it seem as if it would never happen.  Relentless comments about how he did find you yet filled your brain, while cuts and bruises filled your skin.  After a week of torment, Sherlock found you with blood in your hair and your eyes shut.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!!! Wake up, please.  Princess, please wake up!”

A red light appeared in your head and a bullet shot through the air. A letter fell next to the chair and a sobbing Sherlock.  The paper read “Moriarty sends his regards.”

It’s like we never happened, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I’m not fine at all
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
Like every single wish, we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

Your funeral was quite except for the sobs of those who attended. Lestrade was like a father to you; John was like a brother; Mrs. Hudson a mother; Molly was your best friend and she couldn’t speak, just cry, And Sherlock was standing there. He lost the love of his life after six months of fighting. Snow fell around the gathering and not a word was spoken.

If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream
I’d hold you closer than I ever did before
And you’d never slip away
And you’d never hear me say

The consulting detective stopped playing the stringed instrument and focused on the mantel above a roaring fire. A black velvet box laid untouched for many months. Inside was a Dimond ring which was supposed to be your engagement ring.  Unfortunately, you passed before Sherlock could propose. Salty tears fell and a ball of rage grew in Sherlock.


I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
Like every single wish, we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I’m not fine at all

No, I’m really not fine at all
Tell me this is just a dream
'Cause I’m really not fine at all

Sherlock threw the violin into the fireplace.  The sound of fire crackling at the new fuel filled the air.  No matter how hard he tried Sherlock wouldn’t be able to forget you. One thing he knew for sure, Moriarty was going to pay and Sherlock was going to make sure it would happen. Personally.

I see people comparing Dirk Gently to Sherlock and it’s not even the same at all

Sherlock is antisocial mess and a jerk and has like 0 faith in his friends. i used to like this show, but characters just rub me the wrong way now

Dirk is clueless and literally has to be handed clues or have one of his moments of literally supernatural clairvoyance and trusts his friends and trusts people he’s barely even met. Sure he’s also anti-social but that’s gotta be because of his childhood spend in a secret CIA facility that studied his powers.

im talking of course the 2016 dirk gently. the 2010/2012 one is more of a jerk but is still a clueless fuck so when he investigates it’s more of his resolve to find the clues rather than him being the only one to see them (and has narcoleptic clairvoyance which he never uses because he sleeps alone and it requires someone listening to him sleep talk) but he still has the fresh go-getting attitude 

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sheriarty reverse au: for @theheartshapedsunglasses

it’s a different universe. unfamiliar enough to make the brows furrow, but possible enough to be real. james moriarty and sherlock holmes meet again - they always meet, no matter in which world, the red string of fate is always tied to their neck, always dripping with blood, always bringing them close only to create a violent collision - but this time white and black swap places. it’s a different game, after all

sherlock holmes, consulting criminal: the only one in the world. victim of a too brilliant mind and a morbid curiosity, he stepped in the world of crime to annoy his brother, just to find out he actually enjoys the feeling of blood on his hands. he’s a god. he can destroy and go unpunished, because no one dares stopping him, because he’s flying above and the lesser minds are stuck to ground and morality

james moriarty, consulting detective: the only one in the world. bored since the day he found out others aren’t like him, walking on the good side not because he believes in him but just for inertia, at least until the day something actually interesting appaeared on the news. a perfect murder, no suspects. something clever enough to be food for his brain, something different that made his eyes light up for the first time in years. he’s a fool and he’s looking for the only person who can both end his life and make it worthy.

who you should fight: sherlock edition

john watson: dO NOT FIGHT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. unless u want your ass handed to you by 5ft’6 of suppressed rage and bisexuality.

mrs hudson: no, she might seem soft but she’s tough as fuck. will probably drug you before you get the chance, and even if you did fight her john and sherlock would literally beat the shit out of u

moriarty: please. do it. do it for your country, your honour, he has no friends so no one will come for you. thats a lie u better watch out for mary

mary: i encourage you to fight satan but damn she’s Villain Supreme she’d put up a fight 👀 👀 👀 only take on this Final Boss when you have maximum XP points

mycroft: he’s a Lover not a Fighter you could take mycroft out with one hit but 0.5 seconds later you’d either be on Europe’s Most Wanted list or sherlock would have got john to kick ur ass. john would love to. any excuse.

sally: she will Destroy you

lestrade: he old , you could probably beat him, you’d make a lot of enemies tho he is Papa Greg after all

sherlock: why would you fight an innocent smoll he is only 1 inch tall u sick fuck 

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