#dragonlock

So, somebody commented on one of my older fics today and I was like: "People are actually still reading this? And they still like it???"

So ya know what? I'm acknowledging that intense dragonlock fic I wrote in 2019!

More Precious than Gold by alphashley14!

The first fic I ever actually completed (all of the ones written before that are totally abandoned) and my first fic ever to reach over 100 comments!

Sypnosis:

Many recommendations for dragon sherlock fics? Could be AO3 or anything else.

Thanks

Hey Lovely!!

AHHHHH none that I've read, but here are what I've got tagged on my MFL list:

How to Tame Your Dragon by Mad_Maudlin (E, 12,859 w., 1 Ch. || Magical / Dragon AU || Dub Con, Mind Fuck, D/S Themes, Emotional Manipulation, Collars, Sorcerer Sherlock, Dragon John) – Sorcerer!Sherlock sets out to trap himself a pet dragon. Said dragon turns out to be far more interesting than he initially anticipated.

Those Who Dream Of The Sky by Berty (T, 17,978 w., 1 Ch. || Fantasy / Dragon AU || Dragon Sherlock, Soul Bond, Telepathic Bond, Friendship / Love, Dragon Riders) –  The stories say that dragons were once the defenders of good and peacekeepers of the skies. They say that the people of Beron and the people of Pharo had a bond, a link that allowed these incredible creatures to move among humans, and that for generations, children were fostered between families where they might find these partners. But times had changed. For centuries now there had been no dragons and they had become the stuff of myth. Dragons were stories for winter nights; wild and wise, fierce and free, something from another age. So when a young Pharon asks to be hosted by a Berond family, some are wary. These are strange days and rumours abound. But John Watson's family have a long tradition of respect and old-fashioned pride in the tales that say that their family once produced some of the strongest partnerships from the legends. Sherlock Holmes has heard these tales and his research has brought him here to see if there is any truth in them. Because the east wind is coming. And it has wings.

The Jaguar and the Dragon Series by evisionarts (M, 22,764+ w. across 2 works || Series WiP || Urban Fantasy AU || BAMF John, BAMF Mycroft, BAMF Lestrade, Fae & Faeries, Dragon Sherlock, Dragon Mycroft, Silver Fox Lestrade, Cat John, Royalty) – This made no sense. He should be infused with adrenaline, his fight or flight response fully engaged. John wasn’t the only vicious predator here after all. Sherlock was stronger than any shifter no matter what its form and outwitting one would be child’s play. Yet his body didn’t seem to recognize the danger.

The Detective's Dragon by 9240Lena (NR, 50,750+ w., 10/? Ch. || WiP || Dragons / Modern Magical Realism AU || Transformation, Human Sherlock, Dragon John, Protective John, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Shapeshifting, Necromancy, Urban Fantasy, Supernatural Elements, Mythical Creatures / Beings) – Sherlock stumbles upon a interesting golden dragon at a weekend market after running away from Lestrade and his team with crime scene evidence. Sherlock got to know him as John. If only he knew, what it seems to be a start of a wonderful companionship is the start of events that brings them further into the world of magic, and the unknown.In response, Sherlock does what he knows best; learn, deduce, and thrive. (On indefinite hiatus)

The Dragon's Spell Series by ImpossibleElement (M, 280,698 w. across 4 works || Decendants Fusion || Alternating POV, Heroes & Villains, Humour, Romance, Mystery, Drama, Slow Burn, Teenlock, Dragons, Dubious Sherlock) – In a world where magic is obsolete and the villains have been trapped inside an island without it; one young man will have a chance to change everything for himself and everyone else. For better or for worse. Definitely for worse.

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Chapter 10: Back to Something Resembling Normal

***

BASKERVILLE HALL

The terrible events that had been performed at the hall had to be dealt with.

To that end Sherlock, with the aid of his brother Mycroft, they made certain that the welfare of those that had been imprisoned, but had escaped with Billy Wiggins help, were taken care of.

For those who had been experimented on, and still survived, a more magical solution was required. This Molly was able to achieve with the help of her Fae kindred, who took them into their care, ensuring that they would live out their lives in peace and away from prying eyes.

As for Baskerville Hall itself, it came to a mysteriously fiery end, much to the relief of the residents of Grimpen Village.

***

221B BAKER STREET

Sherlock inspected his appearance in the full-length mirror. For all intents and purposes he had returned to normal, more or less.

The staged argument in the laboratory at Baskerville Hall had helped to make him see that it was entirely due to his own actions that were the cause of his transformation into a dragon.

With this knowledge, and the fact he now had full control over those transformative abilities enabled him to keep and master on his own terms when and how he transformed.

*

As for Molly, the killing of Moriarty and Moran had allowed her an insight into temptation offered by such dark powers. Even though she had done it for the purest of reasons, she knew where that type of power would lead her, should she choose to continue using it.

So she willingly chose to relinquish them to become fully human.

*

Her life was not without its fair share of adventure as she and Billy Wiggins worked with Sherlock, solving the seemingly unsolvable cases, while standing up for those regarded as different.

***

221B BAKER STREET – FIVE YEARS LATER

“Legend tells of a man who coveted logic and reasoning over sentiment and romantic attachments. A decision that over time would be the cause of a transformation that turned the man into a fire breathing dragon...”

Sherlock stood leaning on the doorframe to his children’s bedroom, listening as Molly recited their favourite story.

Over their heads Sherlock and Molly’s eyes met. Sherlock’s eyes glowed molten orange, like the smouldering flame that burned within a heart he had once believed he didn’t possess.

A flame that would now burn eternal for the former fae that had not only restored his humanity, but had also filled his heart with love, joy and family.

Chapter 9: Facing Off

***

BASKERVILLE HALL – MORIARTY’S LABORATORY

Satisfied with what he’d been able to achieve in such a short period of time, Sherlock stood up and made his way over to where Molly stood.

A sound coming from another part of the hall caught his attention. He cocked his head to the side, listening intently. There was no doubt about it the sound was definitely made by two sets of footsteps. And they were heading for the laboratory.

Turning to Molly, he said “Let us begin.”

*

As they made their way to check on the progress of the latest batch of experiments, Moriarty and Moran became aware of raised voices from inside the laboratory.

*

“My point is proved once again,” Sherlock scoffed derisively. “Caring is not an advantage, and it has cost you.”

“As has your decision to ignore that which makes you human, your emotions,” Molly responded bitterly.

“I prefer the cool clear logic of my intellect. It’s enough to suffice and sustain me.”

“But at what cost Sherlock. Look at all that you have lost.”

“I’m better off alone,” he argued.

“Are you?” Molly queried sadly. “Because from where I stand things aren’t looking good for you, and they are only going to get worse.”

Before Sherlock could come up with a suitable response, the couple were interrupted by the sound of someone theatrically clearing their throat. It caused Sherlock and Molly to turn and watch as Moriarty and Moran made their way towards them.

Moriarty began clapping his hands. “An excellent performance,” he noted cheerily, while his black eyes remained coolly focussed on the pair, “If a little over the top.”

Sherlock and Molly shared a knowing look as they both slowly backed away, gradually moving in opposite directions from the mad professor.

“Well that was rather the point,” Sherlock admitted as the sound of a decisive click as Billy locked the door to the laboratory. The only escape now was via the open window.

*

In a flash the laboratory wass filled with a thick, pungent smelling smoke. But apart from smelling terrible it had no effect on Sherlock or Molly.

Realising his experiments had been tampered with threw Moriarty into an uncontrollable rage.

“Oh you think you’re so clever,” he snarled at the part human part dragon hybrid as he reached for his inside jacket pocket, pulling out a semiautomatic pistol. “But soon all you’ll be is a dead freak.”

With all the dangerous chemicals in the laboratory Sherlock knew it would be too dangerous to use his ability to breath fire, but he was still able to easily defend himself using his claws, wingtips and tail to strike the increasingly deranged man, and although when struck by the bullets it was painful, his dragon scales once again came to the fore protecting him from serious harm.

Moriarty’s full focus was on Sherlock, seeing him as the clearer threat.

Likewise Sherlock’s focus was on Moriarty, having completely forgotten about Moran, which was a huge mistake.

Moran may have still been annoyed with Moriarty for selling his soul to the Devil without consultation, but he had reconciled himself that the deal would not come to fruition until he was dead. So he was hugely motivated to ensure that he didn’t die prematurely. And he could see the potential for his early demise should Moriarty lose the fight.

So while Sherlock’s attention remained solely on Moriarty, Moran used his inattention to any other threat to his advantage. Grabbing a heavy mallet from a nearby table, he slipped behind Sherlock, striking him hard on the back of the head.

Sherlock dropped to the ground, dazed.

Sensing victory, Moriarty walked over to where Sherlock lay, with his finger on the trigger he was about to fire when...

Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, a dark wraith-like figure rose to take up a protective stance over the downed Sherlock.

As a dark fae, Molly was a truly terrifying vision to behold, veins showed clearly through her deathly pale skin, her hands and feet stripped down to their skeletal layer of bone, and her blood red eyes warned of a deadly retribution to come.

With a dismissive sweep of her hand Moriarty and Moran lay dead at her feet, before either could react.

“Molly,” a familiar voice reached out to her through the dark twisted veil of pure evil that had so permanently distorted her powers. “Let them go. Molly, please come back to me.”

In the blink of an eye Molly found herself restored to her humoresque form.

“That was a huge risk you took,” Sherlock gently admonished.

“I know,” she acknowledged, wrapping her arms around Sherlock’s waist and resting her head against his chest, her ear pressed against the reassuring beat of his heart. “But I couldn’t let them kill you.”

***

Moriarty and Moran got to their feet. But before they could celebrate their close escape, they spotted their very much dead bodies lying on the laboratory floor.

They were still in shock when they were hit by an ominous blast of hot air. A moment later the Devil himself appeared carrying two sets of heavy chains.

“Our agreement is now fulfilled,” he proclaimed, before he turned to return to Hell dragging a reluctant Moriarty and Moran weighed down by their chains, along behind him.

Chapter 8: Getting to Work

***

BASKERVILLE HALL – MORIARTY’S LABORATORY

No sooner had Billy departed than Sherlock skilfully flew in through the open window, landing nimbly before folding his wings away.

Molly couldn’t help but smile at how quickly all that she had taught him was becoming second nature.

But the moment he sat down and began examining what Moriarty had been working on, the World’s Only Consulting Detective was back in action.

As a graduate chemist Sherlock was immediately able to spot the minute errors Moriarty had made. And he saw an opportunity to exploit those errors, adjusting them to counter the protective barriers the professor had created to protect himself from potential attacks from within. He also tweaked some of the experiments that were currently in progress.

*

As Sherlock worked Molly wandered around the laboratory searching for any signs of where her fae powers were being kept.

She knew they had to be in the laboratory, the tingling sensation she had felt from the moment they had flown through the window, was proof that she still possessed a connection to what had been so cruelly taken from her.

But when she finally tracked them down, encased within a glass container, she discovered that Billy had been correct, Moriarty had indeed tampered with them, manipulating them to the point that they could never again be returned to their original state.

***

BASEMENT

Billy had not been idol. He had found the keys to the holding pens, with the intention of releasing those trapped within. Understandably they were reluctant to trust him, given that he was the reason they were here in the first place. But eventually he managed to coax those that still survived out of their confined cells.

They then made their way as quickly and quietly as they could through the basement to where Molly had advised him were a series of secret tunnels that led to beyond the main gates of Baskerville Hall.

The curious fae had discovered them when she had come in for a closer look as to what was going on at what was supposed to be an abandoned building.

*

Once Billy and his charges emerged into the cool air of night, he directed them to Grimpen Village, before heading back into the tunnels in order to help Sherlock and Molly.

Chapter 7: At the Ready

***

ABOVE BASKERVILLE HALL

The lightening storm above Baskerville Hall was not one created by natural forces, it had been specifically generated in order to shield against any potential spying eyes.

The shield was designed to interfere with the navigational equipment onboard any small aircraft foolish enough to fly overhead.

However they had no effect on dragon scales.

*

As he approached the hall, Sherlock’s sharp ears picked up the distressing sound of the pitiful cries of those trapped within.

Looking down Sherlock and Molly watched as Billy entered via a side door.

“Was it absolutely necessary to send him back in there?” Molly asked her concern clear.

“If we’re to enter unseen, we need inside access to gain entry as unobtrusively as possible to the laboratory,” Sherlock reminded her, before adding. “He should be all right. It’s not as though they’ll be expecting anyone getting through their security precautions.”

Molly let out a sigh. “You’re right.”

“Yes I am,” Sherlock agreed. “Now stop worrying, and stay alert.”

***

MORIARTY’S LABORATORY

The first thing Billy did upon entering the laboratory was to make his way over to the big windows, unlatching them before opening them as wide as they could go.

He could only hope there was enough room for Sherlock, with his expanded wingspan to enter easily.

Setting aside what he had collected from the mire, Billy left the laboratory to check on the welfare of those still imprisoned in the lowest levels of the hall.

He knew he had to be ready, just in case Sherlock and Molly’s plan actually worked.

Chapter 6: A Fated Reunion

*** DARTMOOR – GRIMPEN VILLAGE

It was dusk by the time they arrived in Dartmoor. As Sherlock flew over the little village of Grimpen, it appeared completely uninhabited.

Only the flicker of dim light from behind heavy curtains or shutters indicated that people still lived there.

Nonetheless Molly decided it would be better to err on the side of caution, directing Sherlock to head a kilometre north-east of the Tor, to the swampy perilous mire.

***

GRIMPEN MIRE

Billy Wiggins had just reluctantly turned to head back to Baskerville Hall when his attention was drawn to an unusual sound coming from high above. The ‘WHUMP’ was regular, it’s beat like that of a hurricane.

Curiosity got the better of him, so he headed off to investigate its source.

*

No sooner had Sherlock and Molly landed than they were accosted by a distraught Billy Wiggins.

“What are yer doin’ back here,” he cried upon recognising Molly. “You have a death wish or summit, ‘cause that’s how you’ll end up if you return to the Hall.”

Molly was incredibly relieved to find her saviour still living, for she knew the terrible price he faced if it was known what he had done.

“Oh no,” Billy moaned, when he saw Sherlock. “Why did ya have to bring him for?”

“What do you mean?” Molly asked a little taken about by his vehemence.

“You had ta bring another supernatural being along with ya,” Billy responded, before going on to explain. “The Professor plans to subvert them powers he took from you. Once he’s done that he intends to use them somehow in order to entrap other magical beings.”

“Oh, but Sherlock isn’t supernatural...exactly,” she began.

“You could’ve fooled me,” Billy replied as he looked Sherlock up and down, from his horned head to his clawed feet.

Sherlock bristled with annoyance. Smoke began to pour from his nostrils and his eyes began to glow ominously.

Billy stepped back, raising his hands in a sign of submission. “Sorry mate. I meant no offence.”

Sherlock allowed his ire to diminish as he sensed the deep regret the man felt, his deductive abilities informing him of the high price Billy had been forced to pay for helping Molly escape.

“In the meantime this Professor has been performing experiments on some other recently acquired guinea pigs,” Sherlock noted, moderating his tone to ensure he didn’t come across as accusatory.

Billy bowed his head and nodded. “I wish there was a way to stop him.”

“There is,” Sherlock assured him. “Get Molly and I access to his laboratory, and we’ll do the rest.”

***

BASKERVILLE HALL

There was a distinct tension in the air. Moriarty was becoming increasingly desperate, despite his best efforts things were far from moving smoothly, with his endeavours littered more with failures than successes. The poor wretches deemed failures were fed to the constantly ravenous Hellhounds, while the few successes were prepared for the next stage of their depraved evolutionary journey.

Moriarty’s concerns were escalated by the knowledge that part of the deal he’d made with Satan was that there was a strict timeline affixed concerning the completion of his plans. In his arrogance he’d believed that based on all that he had read, not to mention his inflated so-called intellectual prowess that meeting this deadline was never going to be an issue.

And now it was.

More worrying still was the realisation that although his side of the agreement was fixed, the same could not be said for Hell’s Perpetual Gatekeeper, as it was becoming clear that the contracts parameters were constantly changing.

Of more concern to his collaborator Moran were the details that had come to light pertaining to himself, details that Moriarty had not consulted him about.

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