Sherlock Imagines

Trick or Treat (Sherlockxreader)

Ah, Halloween. Frights, and delights. Tricks or treats. Except for Sherlock. He loathes this Holiday you love, oh, so much. He watched, disgust drawn into his face, painted on those cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man, as you scurried around the flat in your witch hat and dark pixie dress. Preparations for the floods of children, almost complete.
"C'mon Sherlock! Please play 'This is Halloween' on your violin?" You pleaded for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day. When John moved out, Sherlock had needed a new flat mate, and he had suggested you, Molly's sister. You understood your sister's obsession with him, but living with him, on most days, was impossible.
"I can't believe your expending ally our energy on this waste of a holiday. I believed you to be at least smarter than that." He continued on his laptop, looking for a case. Any case. To get him away from this holiday, away from you. Part of him wanted to do it, if for no other reason than to feel the warmth of your smile. The other part kept saying that warmth was a fire, and playing with it was too dangerous. Either way, he was conflicted. You huffed in response, and were about to tell him off when the doorbell rang. You skipped down the stairs in your patterned tights, your heals with pilgrim buckles clicking on every step. You had offered to babysit three children. John and Mary's little baby, Evangeline, Mycroft and Lestrade's little boy, Phillip, (Phil, if you ask Greg), and Molly's boyfriend's kid, Dan. You swung open the door to reveal the sweet blonde little girl in her mother's arms, and John standing with an arm protectively around his wife.
"John! Mary! Come in! Come in!" You stepped aside so they could climb the stairs. John immediately began talking to Sherlock, while you and Mary were in the kitchen, her showing you how to prepare her bottle and the like. For awhile you could hear the two men speaking, but were soon merely whispering to each other...

"John, I need help. I think I'm dying. Keep your voice down." Now very worried, John's eyes widened, and he did as told.
"Dying?! What do you mean?!" His voice was harsh, but quiet. The women wouldn't be able to hear.
"It's difficult to explain, let me start..."

~After the rest of the kids arrive, and right after John and Mary leave~
"What were you boys whispering about? Freaked y/n out to the moon and back!" John smirked a bit, looking up at Sherlock's window, who was standing now, contemplating what John had informed him about.
"Turns out even our favorite machine has a heart, after all."

The boys got along splendidly, which meant less work for you. You still wanted Sherlock to play the violin for the kids, get them into the Halloween spirit. Luckily, Phil started tugging on Sherlock's pant leg, drawing the detective from his contemplation.
"Me dad says you play the violin." The little one stated, and only got a semi-disinterested nod in return.
"Yes he does, and he's very good. Sherlock, you should play us something, how about something in the spirit of Halloween?" Yes. You planned this. Every word said, you had planned.
"I did promise Gavin and Mycroft you'd do your very best to make Phil's Halloween spooktacular." Actually, they were sure Sherlock wasn't even going to be there, but at that note, he took a deep breath, looked at the sheet music you had put on his stand, and started playing. The boys danced, Evangeline cooed in approval. And man, for a nine and thirteen year old, you thought they were adorable together. You played games with the children, made cider which everyone drank, even Sherlock had some, and danced to more music given by the man who knew just about everything. Important, at least. If you didn't know any better, you'd swear he was enjoying himself as well. Good thing you didn't, because if the genuine smile and sparkle in his eyes said anything, it was that he was having a blast. By then, Evangeline was fast asleep, and didn't seem to be bothered by her godfather's endless violin playing.
"Hey, Dan, Phil, I have one more game we can play before your parents pick you up to take you trick or treating!" You got up, went into your room, and picked up the bucket of tricks, and the bucket of treats. You brought it into the living room and started splitting them into three piles.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to play, as well." Sherlock sat cross-legged in a semi-circle with the boys. You must've looked like a deer in headlights, because you never dreamed Sherlock would want to play a children's game, but you soon regained yourself, and smiled.
"Of course!" You re-split the piles into four equal ones, and began explaining.
"Someone will ask you 'Trick or Treat'. In each of these boxes, which only you know what's in them, is either a trick or a treat. You decide what to give the person. Let's start!" The boys seemed excited to play, and you knew Sherlock was just going to deduce what he got, but it didn't stop it from being a trick or a treat, either way.
"Trick or Treat, Phil?" Dan asked. Despite being Mycroft's child, Phillip was a ball of sunshine, and sweet as candy. Seriously. He had dyed black hair, blue eyes, and was always smiling. He handed Dan a box, which obviously contained a treat, seeing how after five rounds he had yet to give a trick. Dan's eyes sparkled at the malteser candies, and he quickly put them gently in the pile of spiders and candy he had received thus far.
"Y/n, Trick or Treat!!" Phil chimed. You randomly chose a box, and handed it to him. He opened it quickly as the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." You stood up, and opened the door. John, Mary, Molly, and Greg stood patiently chatting, and John was the first through the door.
"We're playing a game currently, we're almost finished." They followed you up the stairs, and you sat back in the circle. Now you had to ask Sherlock, to make sure everyone ended with the same amount of boxes.
"Trick or Treat, Sherlock?" You smiled warmly, but soon grew confused when he was nudged by his hedgehog best friend. The detective glared at him. He handed you a box, and you opened it to find a double decker bar. You smiled happily at him, and then got up to help the boys with their stash. You put their left over boxes in their bags, along with their piles. After the boys, Molly and Greg had left to take the boys trick or treating (with their fathers, of course), after they'd requested to go together, saying how they were now 'best friends', you and Mary began cleaning the flat.
"Thank you, so much for babysitting. You did a great job." Mary smiled warmly, and you looked at the little baby girl sound asleep on your bed, and returned it.
"My pleasure, Mary." As soon as you'd said it, another voice came.
"We are playing Trick or Treat, c'mon!" John called. Mary rolled her eyes, a playful smile on her face, as she made her way back to where her husband sat. You followed, slightly confused to why they were choosing to play a children's game. You sat down by Sherlock and Mary, John starting the game. John asked you, and you threw one on your toy spiders at him.
"Trick, duh!" You laughed. You planned on asking Mary, but her smirk directed you to ask the tallest there, Sherlock.
"Trick or Treat, Detective?" His face momentarily went from its pale colour, to white as freshly fallen snow, as a mischievous grin spread across his friend's face. Sherlock's eyes flicked to John, yours narrowing. Before you could register it, Sherlock's lips were on yours. What were you doing? You leaned into the kiss, closing your eyes and relaxing despite the awkward positioning. The kiss didn't end there, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hand came to rest on your cheek.
"Told you she would." Mary looked to her husband, holding a hand out to receive her prize. John fished his pocket for his cash.
"Yeah, yeah. Didn't expect a full-on snogging session."