#creature!lock

[madrabbitsociety]

At first, John thought someone’s pet had escaped.

Was it a pet? 

It seemed too bright to be an ordinary lizard. And there were suspicious little appendages sticking up from it’s back. And it’s pale eyes-

Honestly, John should’ve figured it out before the thing lit fire to his jeans, but his coursework had kept him fairly exhausted lately. Yelping, John dropped his breakfast sandwich and watched as the little demon started to devour his bacon butty while he attempted to put out his flaming trousers.

Damn dragons.

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[madrabbitsociety]

“It’s a little bit of a cliche, don’t you think? A minor league mafia style criminal using a restaurant as his front for business,” Sherlock drawled, pretending to be bored, even as the man’s fluid movements set his nerves on edge. He examined his nails thoughtfully.

“I’m as minor league to crime as your brother is to the government, I imagine,” Moriarty said, sitting himself down in John’s chair. “Don’t play with me, Sherlock. Although, darling, you should see me in a pinstripe. Or, am I not blonde enough for you?”

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Mr. Moriarty? I assure you, I’m a very busy man,” Sherlock said curtly, failing to hide his loathing of this man.

“Of course you are. I know all about your business. You’re the man everyone comes to when something fishy happens,” he cooed.

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