Deducing Love (Johnlock Fanfiction)

Sorta Exciting Chapter

Idk what I'm doing here so here's an update.

*warning: triggers, swearing*

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Sherlock's P. O. V.

I woke up with John in my arms. I could hear his deep breathing growing shorter as he woke up.

"Morning love." he yawned.

"Good morning hedgehog." I replied.

"Ha ha it's bloody hot in here."

"Oh should I leave?"

"Oh shut up and open a window."

I got out of bed and went over to open the window because it was bloody boiling in the room.

As I opened it, I noticed a slip of paper.

Daddy's home faggot boy.

I was confused, maybe it meant something to John. I passed the slip of paper to him.

"No. No. It can't be him." He whispered. His eyes grew wide with fear.

"John...?" I asked.

John started to have a panic attack.

"John breathe. In... Out... In... Out..."

"Sherlock he can't be here he can't he'll hurt me or hurt you please don't let him... Please... Ple..." His eyes rolled into the back f his head an he passed out.

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John

"WHERE WERE YOU?!?!!?!!? SHAGGING WITH ONE OF YOUR BOYFRIENDS?!?!!" The drunk man roared.

"No... I'm not gay... I'm not gay... I prom-"

"ALL YOU'VE EVER BEEN IS A DISAPPOINTMENT!!!! FAGGOT BOY!!!" He roared, throwing a beer bottle so it smashed behind me.

I felt some shards slice the skin on my back.

"YOU ARE A BIGGER DISAPPOINTMENT THAN YOUR SISTER!!!"

"Please..."

He pulled back his fist and it connected with my face. I fell into the shards of glass. He continued to kick me in the stomach and face.

"I. Will. Beat. The. Gay. Out. Of. You."

The scene faded away.

"OH LOOK IT'S THE FRUITCAKE HAHAHAHA SHAG ANYONE LATELY FRUITCAKE?!?!?!" The boys yelled from across the field.

I ran back to my room before they could beat me up. I had thought being on the football team (soccer) would have made me seek straight but apparently not.

I ran into the bathroom, tears streamed down my face. I reached for my little box.

I took out my favourite blade and pressed it against my forearm, dragging it across, leaving a trail of crimson behind.

I repeated this several times, my only escape... Physical pain so I forget about the emotional pain.

Why don't I just kill myself? I'm too scared. I'm just too scared...

The scene changed again

"YOU'LL HEAR FROM ME AGAIN YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" He screamed as he was pushed into the cop car.

"HOPE YOU FAGGOT AND YOUR DYKE SISTER GO TO HELL!!"

I shut him out, he was leaving, but I knew he would come back one day.

(A/N these words are hard to write because they are so offensive to the LGBT community.)
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I woke up in the bed, Sherlock right beside me looking panicked.

"John?! John are you okay? Please talk to me John." he said, his voice breaking with fear and concern.

"Sher... Sherlock..." I sobbed, he just pulled me into his arms.

"It's okay John." he whispered. "I'm right here, no one can hurt you."

"He's gonna come for us. He'll hurt me again."

"No one will hurt you and who?"

"My... My father."

There was silence. (A/N Insert Doctor's smirk here.)

"John. I swear that I will protect you. I will lay down my life for you. I love you." He said, his eyes had tears swimming in them but he wouldn't let them fall.

"No. This is my battle. I was in the army for Christ's sake. He's just my father. " I decided. I was in the bloody army. I could deal with one man.

"I'll stick by your side all the way." Sherlock promised.

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Sherlock

Throughout the week we stayed at the house and just lounged about. John was very shaken up still, he was a little jumpy.

I made sure we kept the doors locked and called Mycroft for extra security.

John was trying his best to look confident and to not look scared. But I could see right through it.

We started watching an amazing show. It was called Supernatural. It had been three days. We were halfway through season four.

John explained a bunch of things to me. He gets his information off of Tumblr. Little does he know that I am a Tumblr fanatic.

We ship Destiel and Sabriel because gay ships are yay ships.

I've also discovered Johnlock. It's like every bloody teenage girl in England ships us. And then teenage girls from other countries like America, Canada, Switzerland, you name it started shipping us.

The fanart... It makes me shiver but it also kind of turns me on some of it. I mean what?

But we have, as they say, joined the dark side and become Fanboys.

My gay pride is on point though.

I feel like I should get help but I'm me. I'm to smart for help. I just have a small obsession.

(A/N Spoiler: Sherlock is me.)

But at least John and I are planning our wedding. We are wearing black suits and bow ties because bow ties are cool. The decor will be white with Tardis string lights hanging everywhere. The tables will have demon traps on them and salt rings around them. We will have the four Hogwarts house tables for the seating for the wedding. And the music for when we walk up the aisle together is Carryon my Wayward Son.

It's gonna be a great wedding.

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Hello people so yeah I've turned Sherlock into a fanboy #SorryNotSorry but he will be sassy tho I promise.

Yes oh no Jawn's dad!! Should I call him John just to be mean to the Spn fans? I think I will.

Au revoir,

The Queen™

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