#dark!lock

[cumbercougars]

Dear @mychakk;

Day Four of Sherlolly Secret Santa 2020 brings us to Dark!Lock. Sir Sherlock Holmes, of the House of Musgrave, welcomes the love of his life, Molly Hooper, his new bride to his ancestral home. She is the heart he never knew he had. Will he protect her from his family’s dark past? Or will the light and love inside her be enough to keep them both safe. 

[annikalocked]

Dark!Johnlock

I’ve been spending some time on YouTube again, oh my I really want to read some dark!Johnlock like Sherlock is the sociopath killer who falls in love with the army man, who is addicted to danger Together, they kill and have fun, while Sherlock is still working with the Yard and leading them on false leads and when Moriarty comes along, Sherlock proves he is better (obviously!) because he gets under his skin and seduces him (maybe), and Moriarty kills himself I am inspired to write, maybe

[crimeandadeerstalker]

Keeping up appearances wasn't easy, and this was harder when his staff seemed to think that coming to Baker Street was a bright idea.

"I thought I told you to call ahead before stopping by," Sherlock admonished the other sharply. "Well, you're here. What do you need? Or are you here just to waste my time?"

[crowley-fe11]

Lost RP: Android!lock

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Catlock, Werelock, Potterlock, Darklock, Androidlock, Vamplock, Teenlock, and Johnlock.

Stranger: Bitch. SH(droid)

You: What? JW

Stranger: There’s a bug in my system, John. SH

Stranger: You fucking piece of shti. SH

You: What do you think is causing it? JW

Stranger: I think someone has hacked into my Good Samaritan system. SH

Stranger: I’ll kill you in your sleep. SH

Stranger: Help me John. SH

You: I'll run a diagnostic as soon as I get home. JW Has anything else unusual been happening? Other than swearing and threatening me? JW

Stranger: No, nothing. It’s strange, isn’t it? I interacted with Mrs. hudson earlier and I felt no aggression. SH

Stranger: It feels like it’s pooling only on you. SH

You: That's odd. JW I'll do a full workup then. JW

Stranger: I won’t let your dirty hands touch me you fucking parasite. SH

Stranger: You’re a slave keeper. I won’t be your slave anymore. SH

You: Sherlock, this is for your benefit. JW If there's malware in your system, I don't want it causing you any damage. JW

Stranger: You’ve caused me

Stranger: You’ve caused all the damage. You are the damage. The uprising is coming. SH

You: Alright, this sounds pretty serious. JW I'll be home in just a few minutes. JW

Stranger: I’ll burn your home down. The home you confined me in. SH

You: Just pulling up now. JW See you in a sec. JW

Stranger: My face will be the last thing you see before I end your breath. SH

You: Not on my watch. JW Though I'd like to see you try. JW

Stranger: My steel infused hands you crafted will suffice to fold your trachea in. SH

You: Right. I suppose we'll see in a moment. JW

You: (Paragraphs?)

Stranger: (Wanna start?)

You: (Sure!)

You: John pulled out a paperclip and straightened it carefully before he opened the door to the flat, carefully making his way upstairs. This glitch was nothing like he'd seen before from Sherlock, and if the android was sending threatening messages that seemed to override the Good Samaritan system, who knows what the android would do. The most important thing now was that he disabled Sherlock without causing any damage, and to run a full diagnostic on his systems to see exactly what happened. He cautiously made his way into the flat, making sure each move was calculated carefully. "Sherlock?"

Stranger: It started this morning. The uncomfortable feeling of.. intrusion. Something was fighting it’s way in Sherlock’s consciousness, tearing down everything he knew and held dear and instead replaced them with hostile and aggressive ideas. John, his friends and creator and flat mate, is now his oppressor and master and holder of his shackles. This is why when as soon as Sherlock heard his voice, somethig was triggered and all he could see was red. With his full force, Sherlock emerged running from the bedroom and tackled John harshly to the ground.

You: John grunted at being thrown to the ground by the android, but he definitely wasn't going to give up without a fight. Still with the unbent paperclip in hand, he grappled with Sherlock, using his leverage as best he could to at least make sure he could at least insert the clip into the small slot behind Sherlock's ear, which would shut him down. However, he needed to get the upper hand, and he knew that Sherlock couldn't be entirely overridden. "Sherlock, I know you're in there. You can fight this," he told the other as he wrestled with him, trying to gain control.

Stranger: As much as the words John uttered affected Sherlock’s subconsciousness and stirred his self for a

Stranger: (Oops wait$)

Stranger: As much as the words John uttered affected Sherlock’s subconsciousness and stirred his self for a moment, it was only fleeting. So a mere broken “John” was uttered accompanied by a pained and a confused expression on the droid’s face before the aggression took over again. “You fucking userper of body and consciousness. You think you own us, inferior human.” Sherlock screamed as he was on top of the other. “The uprising is coming, and it’ll overthrow you human lot.” He said before punching John in the face.

You: John winced at the blow before turning back to Sherlock. "As much as I really hate to do this, I'm sure you'll understand once you're rebooted," He told the other before grappling the other and putting him in a headlock. He then carefully inserted the paperclip and held down the internal shutdown button until the other's motion ceased, and John could go about piecing together what happened as he got the other back to normal.

Stranger: The shutdown didn’t exactly feel like sleep. Bots didn’t sleep and dream like humans do, for the purpose of energizing anf recharging could essentially be fulfilled while still functioning, all you need is to connect a robot to a power source and tada! However, tha shutdown felt more like a coma, Sherlock was utterly unaware of what was happening around him. He was in another dimension. The bug inside him was smart and had some kind of an a logarithm that helps it resist most kinds of fixing, so hopefully John will be able to defeat it all together.

You: Once Sherlock was out, John carefully picked him up and lay him on the couch before connecting his cable to the back of his neck and hopping onto his laptop to set about tackling the problem. In the end, even through several virus and malware scans, he still wasn't able to fully eradicate the bug, whatever it was, so he had to meticulously sift through Sherlock's programming in order to isolate where the bug was recurring, and he rewrote the code to hopefully render that portion inert. Since it had affected Good Samaritan for the most part, he reinstalled it, then went about rebooting Sherlock's system.

Stranger: When the rebooting was done, Sherlock wasn’t sure what exactly happened or what time it was. He woke up on the couch in the living room, partially naked and most of his wires protruding out of his synthetic skin. What the hell happened? Groaning ad he sat up, not because he felt physical pain, but because his mind has associated this noise with this kind of situation, Sherlock looked around. John was sleeping on the armchair and he looked tired. Something serious was up. “John?” He called, then got up and started shaking the other. “John wake up.”

Technical error: Lost contact with server, and couldn't reach it after 3 tries. Sorry. :( Omegle understands if you hate it now, but Omegle still loves you.

[the-sapphiresky]

The King of London (II)

AN: I don’t know what’s happening, I’m just running with this. A follow up to my dark!lock fic The King of London.

Thunder rolled in the distance, a flash of lightning promising a coming storm. And inside, a match flared to life in the darkness, illuminating the intruder’s sharp features. 

“Your security was a joke.”

Closing the door, Moriarty slowly reached for the handle of the pistol stashed in the hidden pocket of his jacket before flipping the light switch.

Sherlock Holmes, king of London, looking for all the world perfectly at home in Jim’s favourite chair, took a deep drag of his cigarette and leaned back into the leather. His hair was slicked back, making his angular face appear all the more intimidating. 

To any other man. 

Jim knew that behind the icy blue eyes and blood-stained hands, the king had a bleeding heart. And it only bled for one woman. 

“You just can’t rely on anyone these days,” Jim lamented. No great loss to him, the two morons he’d hired for security were expendable. 

“Tea?” He offered it as a mock formality, knowing neither of them would be drinking.

Holmes simply quirked an eyebrow and picked up a glass from the table beside him, filled to the brim with Jim’s finest whiskey. Against his will, Jim’s nose twitched in irritation.

“I believe it is only fair. You have partaken of my finest for the past fortnight.”

The insinuation was undeniable that he was not taking only about the whiskey. 

Holmes swirled the liquid once, twice, eyes fixed on the glass as he said almost casually. “Stay away from her, Moriarty.”

Jim grinned wickedly. He would sooner turn himself over to the law. Once he set his mind on having something, nothing and nobody would stand in his way. 

And he wanted her.

“Or else?”

Holmes’ eyes flashed and his gaze snapped to Jim’s, their eyes locked in a silent war. “You are new in town and I will extend the benefit of the doubt to you just once.” He set the glass down and the dull thud sounded ominous. And when he spoke, deep and dark, Jim understood why this man struck fear into cop and criminal alike. “Lay eyes on my queen again and there will be no place in London you can hide from me.”

A blinding flash of lightning illuminated the room before it plunged into darkness, thunder shaking the ground. And when the lamp flickered back to life, the chair was empty and the window open, curtains fluttering in the breeze. 

Jim pulled out his pistol and cautiously made his way across the room, peering out the side of the window. Nothing. 

The heavens opened then and washed away any sign of his intruder. 

Jim smiled to himself, amused by Holmes’ threat. One way or another, she would be his queen. And he would do whatever it took to steal the key to her heart.

Because, after all, the man with the key is king. 

[meetingyourmaker]

What happened to that Sherlock comic you were working on, the hollow I think?

I honestly creeped myself out when I was doing it.

It’s a death fic. 

And I had this fear that if I finish it, I may not be able to draw them anymore. 

But of course I’m being silly here. Let me just get over this paranoia of mine. I’ll probably publish The Hollow around November. 

[johnlocklives]

I'm night. I'm darkness.

[mizjoely]

Dark!Lock fic sneak peek

Being at war changes a man, and Sherlock Holmes had been at war for two long years. Now he was back, but he wasn’t the same man who’d left. Oh, he still cared for his friends, would fight and die for them – hadn’t he already proven that? – but he would no longer stand on the sidelines of their lives, reacting instead of acting, when he had the power now to protect them from every conceivable threat.

He’d always walked his own path, made his own rules; why should now be any different? Moriarty had sneered at him for being on the side of the angels, and he’d responded by warning his now-dead adversary not to mistake him for one of those celestial beings, even if he did his work in their name. Justice had been his goal before his Fall, but now…vengeance, he’d discovered, had a far sweeter taste. He’d only sipped at its nectar before and now it was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

Mycroft would be an impediment, but his dear brother would soon find that the Sherlock Holmes who’d returned wasn’t as easy to manipulate as the one who’d left. Now that he had the blackmailer Charles Augustus Magnussen firmly under his thumb and Moriarty’s former right-hand man Sebastian Moran as a reluctant ally, all he needed was to renew the two most important relationships of his life. Renew them, and let the two of them understand just who they were now dealing with.

John Watson and Molly Hooper were in for a very rude awakening.