#sherlollyween2014

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New chapter is up. And…well...

[alethnya]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Death, as it turns out, wasn't quite as final as Molly had always believed. A Halloween inspired Sherlolly fic with some peripheral Warstan.

Complete now in 6 chapters.

Also posted to FFN.

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October 31st and in under the wire! My contribution for floosilver8's Sherlollyween challenge. 

Somewhat based on this post, minus the gang bang. 

ETA: posted as a WIP, but will be updated shortly

[monimccoythings]

I really didn't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Happy Sherlollyween with a Parent!lock Warm Bodies AU!

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A Sherlolly Halloween story

[alethnya]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

  Death, as it turns out, wasn't quite as final as Molly had always believed.  Chapter 3 now posted. 

A Halloween inspired Sherlolly fic with some peripheral Warstan.

[welovesherlolly]

Bloody Chickens!

Okay so this is a small contribution to floosilver8's Sherlollyween2014 idea, I mixed it with this hc from otpprompts XD I hope it worked out ok.

‘It was a dark and stormy night,’ ‘really Molly don’t start with this, there’s no need to delve into these insipid traditions’ Sherlock interrupted her with a sneer.

They’d been undercover as camp leaders for a week, and as it was they were cuddled around a campfire with 12 eager kids, waiting for a Halloween story.

‘Shush Sherlock’ she scolded him with a look much to the annoyance of the consulting detective, and the glee of the kids.

Sherlock crossed his arms but made no further disturbance as Molly told the “mandatory” spooky story.

One of the girls crawled into Molly’s lap when the story became a little too scary for her liking. Molly gave the girl a soft smile and wrapped a protective arm around her before continuing.

It had been a long day for the children first having made the finishing touches on their homemade costumes, then going trick and treating in the nearby village, return to the camp for supper, and then hanging out by the fire.

‘I think it’s time for bed you guys’ Molly said softly as she saw several of the kids yawning widely. They all protested while getting up from the blankets on the ground, still yawning and stretching their small limps.

Molly gave a small giggle when Peter stumbled slightly over a branch on the grass, the boy was her favourite reminding her so much of a certain consulting detective she knew. She was also privy to the information that Sherlock as well had a soft spot for the boy, and when she watched Sherlock grab out for Peter she knew it didn’t take anyone smarter than Anderson to notice Sherlock’s fondness for the boy.

After getting the children to brush their teeth and go to bed, Molly returned to her own cabin only to find Sherlock sprawled out on her bed.

She gave a sigh knowing that Sherlock would most likely spend half the night discussing the case with her. Molly contemplated asking him to go to his own cabin and simply go into his mind palace, but there was never much chance that he’d listen.

After an hour however it became too much for Molly ‘really Sherlock, can’t we discuss this in the morning’ she asked as she held back a yawn. He ignored her question and kept talking.

‘Do you remember when we were chased by those chickens yesterday Sherlock’ she asked with a smirk on her lips.

‘Of course I remember’ he scoffed with clear annoyance in his voice, and a spreading of colour over his cheeks in embarrassment of the memory.

‘Yeah well I taped it, and if you don’t want me to put it on the internet and send it to all your friends, then I really think you should leave now’ she threatened.

Sherlock snapped his eyes open to glare furiously at her before he jumped up from his place on her bed and stormed out the door.

‘Impossible woman’ he murmured when he heard her giggle following him on his way out.

She gave a barking laugh as she closed the door after him, the door he’d deliberately left open in his now sulky mood.

It really had been funny, and she’d already sent the video to Mary to cheer the woman up in her miserable second pregnancy.

 ‘Feathers Molly, I need feathers’ giggled Emily as she ran towards Molly and her outstretched arms. Sherlock was looking at them from his seat on one of the tables a few metres away.

‘When are you going to tell Miss Molly that you like her?’ Asked Peter who was sitting next to the consulting detective. Sherlock froze at the boys question, a question he wasn’t ready to answer just yet.

Sherlock chose to ignore the boys question, swallowing down the inquiry in his throat.

‘I’ll help with getting the feathers’ said Sherlock as he walked toward Molly and Emily, followed closely by Peter who wore a very smug smile for a boy at his age.

‘We can go to the farm with the chickens’ smiled Emily already dragging Molly along in her small hand, causing a giggle from the specialist registrar.

The four of them walk the small path through the gathering of trees to the farm. The building is long and the hen house is build up against one of the white walls.

The camp had an agreement with the owner that the kids are welcome to go play with the chickens that is, as long as they treat the animals with respect.

All four had gone through the door into the cage where the chickens were walking freely, however as soon as Molly had seen Sherlock push around some of the animals she had hurried the kids out of the enclosure.

‘Sherlock I don’t think you should push them around’ she hissed at the consulting detective.

‘Don’ worry Molly they’re just stupid animals, although there has been done some rather interesting experiments’ he was about to ask her if maybe she’d join him in watching an interesting documentary he’d seen when the first chicken attacked by almost jumping in his face (at least that’s how he told the story after he learned that Mary had told John, and John had told everyone.)

Molly couldn’t control the laugh that erupted from deep in her stomach, she didn’t regret it even though it earned her an evil glare from Sherlock.

She whipped out her phone when the next chicken jumped on him, and even though the video got screwed up from her running when they started attacking her, it was still glorious as it caught Sherlock stumbling and falling over a stray rooster.

Both of them stumbled through the door and Molly was barely through before Sherlock slammed it shut, mumbling curses at the blasted birds.

Emily and Peter were laughing at the two grownups and promised that they go pick up the feathers all by themselves.

Molly raised her phone back up when Sherlock started spitting out feathers and ruffled his hair getting rid of the ones stuck in his unruly curls. She thanked the gods she didn’t believe in that Sherlock had been too distracted by the chickens to realise that she’d been filming the whole ordeal.

Molly had finally fallen asleep after watching and laughing at the video but she still heard the lock on the door spring open.

She knew of course that it was Sherlock; she also knew what he was there for.

‘I hadn’t counted on you still being up’ he scoffed when he realised her breathing wasn’t consistent with someone fast asleep.

‘Well if you weren’t so bloody noise I might very well still have been’ she smirked in the darkness of the room.

‘Would you just delete the bloody video Molly?’ He all but begged.

‘Hmm well what are you willing to trade for it, trick or treat Mr. Holmes?’ She giggled at her joke.

Sherlock backtracked for a short moment as he pondered over her question; he found that he had no real way of knowing if she’d been serious, or if it was simply one of her usual jokes. For once he chose to go with the first, finding that now was as good as any time to admit that he finally had feelings for her, to finally (as Peter had said) liked her.

‘I think i’d prefer treat’ he replied before walking over to her bed and pulling her up for a kiss.

Many years later when their kids Peter and Emily asked how they had gotten together Sherlock would tell them about his and Molly’s undercover work at the camp, intentionally leaving out the part with the chickens. And if he heard a video being played with a few screams of his, he ignored it.

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Decided on trying to think of something other than my extremely bad day, so now i'm writing a Sherlollyween2014 thingy for floosilver8's fantastic halloween idea, something you should all spread like wildfire.

Anyways don't know if it'll be posted today, but hey I have nothing to do tomorrow now, not much anyways, so if it isn't finished before I go to sleep, it probably will be tomorrow.