#johnlock preslash

[madrabbitsociety]

He didn’t have time to think before instinct took over. All that mattered was he saw Sherlock go down. He heard the crack of a skull on the cement pavement and he saw red. The thug that hit his friend found himself thrown against a wall. He bounced off, hit the ground and John had him back up, pressed against the brick, snarling. He knew his eyes were glowing.

“You dared,” John managed, but his voice was already ripping apart and knitting itself back together as the change began. His teeth ached to bite.

“John!” Sherlock groaned. “Drop him!”

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[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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