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Sherlock/Reader: Halloween Songs-This is HalloweenBoys and girls of every age,Sherlock/Reader: Halloween Songs-This is Halloween by TheA115
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see,
This, our town of Halloween,
This is Halloween, this is Halloween,
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night,
"Why are we doing this, again?"
"Because you promised."
"Probably when you weren't paying attention," you smile.
Sherlock sighs, rolling his eyes.
"Oh come on, lighten up! It'll only be an hour or two!"
"Yes, an 'hour or two' wasted; an 'hour or two' with which I could use to do something productive, like work," he mutters angrily.
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," he cringed at the name, "You are going to a haunted house with me, and that's that!"
He mumbled something you couldn't hear, and stomped out the door, grabbing his coat and scarf on the way.
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene,
Trick or treat till the neighbors die of fright,
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween,
You practically shook with excitement, wherea
A Matter of Choice- Sherlock x Reader“What the hell was that all about? I’ve never seen a case like this!”A Matter of Choice- Sherlock x Reader by letmechooseaname
John had begun to stagger down the main road near Scotland Yard. Sherlock along his side pulled up his collar, and scoffed at the Doctor’s remark.
“I beg to disagree. Your simplistic understanding of the evidence at hand leaves you oblivious to his reasonable alibi. His life consisted of psychological torment, visible frown lines, and prominent temporal vein. His wife intoxicated him through the more conventional means of words. However, aged 32 when arrested while his marriage lasted 13 years, indicates his incapability of choice at a younger age, arranged marriage. The fact that his wife’s body was severed into 3 pieces is not incidental, a symbolism for his relentless hatred of his own family. Grandmother, father, and sister respectively. The lipstick marks left on each body part were intended to the family members as a final insult. His only mistake was to use a lopper. Would h
Ghost HeartsThe first time John thought he heard his voice, he was standing on the room of St. Barts two months after Sherlock jumped. It was an unusually chilly June morning as clouds were starting to roll in and a small breeze made John pull his jacket closer to himself. He didn't stand on the ledge like Sherlock did, his fear of heights preventing him from doing so. He chided himself well.Ghost Hearts by Isis1975
The voice was next to his ear, but when John turned, no one was there. His name was whispered so clearly; like a statement, simple and precise, like Sherlock.
Shaking his head, John turned and left the roof.
The second time was a hot July afternoon. No breeze, no wind, no clouds. Just the heat from the building and a humidity that made you breath a little harder. John wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow as he took baby steps closer to the ledge. He could see the sidewalk at the far side of the street and he took a step back. He bent over, resting hi
Sherlock Before Christmas“John, John! You won’t believe where I’ve just been!” Sherlock’s voice boomed as the gangly skeleton threw himself up the stairs five at a time. He found his friend with a mouthful of stuffing trying to sew his right leg back together. Sighing Sherlock plucked the items from him and propped his rag tag friends leg on his thigh.Sherlock Before Christmas by Civil-War-Casualty
“Where have you been Sherlock?” John sighed, watching as Sherlock deftly stitched him back together.
“An entirely new world!” Sherlock giggled, he placed his knobby hands on John’s knees, clenching them in excitement. “It was called Christmas Town!”
“Mmhm.” John took a deep breath, and then smacked Sherlock so hard his head spun around. “Yes, thank you for disappearing and not telling anyone where you were! I have been worried sick, the whole town thinks you’ve been eaten or dismembered!” Sherlock righted his head and pouted.
“I was perfectly safe.”
(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]For the remaining nights of the full moon, John and Vistha camped in the witches’ cave, while Sherlock and Aela spent their nights in the mountains. They believed it would be the safest thing to do.(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover] by Darkshine97
John kicked what appeared to be rat bones against the cave wall.
“This place is disgusting.” He said.
“The Glenmoril witches don’t care much for hygiene.” Vistha remarked, clearing a space for him to sit by the fire.
They’d prepared a fire after collecting firewood from outside. The small, flickering fire gave the dank cave an orange glow.
“How did you and Sherlock meet?” Vistha asked.
“We met in prison.” John poked a stick in fire, shifting one of the logs. “We escaped together. I think he’d known exactly how to escape for a long time, but he just didn’t know what he’d do on the outside.”
“So you escaped and came to the college?” Vistha inquired.
“Yes. I saw him transform not l
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