Johnlock one-shots

Pride

I'm so sorry it has been forever since I posted anything, but I am going through some stuff now, and haven't had time to think about it. I know this is probably bad, but I tried. Anyways, thanks for reading.
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I Walked fast through the streets. Everywhere I looked, there were gay people with rainbow flags, banners and posters. It was time for the yearly pride parade. Not that I minded it, it was just so annoying with all the fights that were started.

Speaking of which, I could see a fight going on a bit down the street. I ran down to see who was fighting.

A boy were laying on the ground, pushed up against a wall, and there were three people stood around him and kicked him. The boys looked young, around 19, and had tattoos and piercings.

I decided to help the boy, so I stopped around 2 meters away from them and shouted "hey, leave him!" They turned around, and one of them yelled "oooo, is it your boyfriend?" I walked closer to them while talking. I shook my head, and told them that if they didn't leave him alone, I would kick their asses. They just laughed, and one of the boys kicked the boy on the ground again.

I gripped his black jacket, and pulled him away. He was so shocked he felt backwards and landed on the ground. While he was laying still, I hit the other guy in the face. The last guy kicked my leg, and I almost felt to the ground. I grabbed his lip piercing and pulled it out. He started to bleed really bad, because I had just ripped it out. The boys ran away as fast as they could when they were hurt that badly.

It was my first chance to look at the boy on the ground. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and seemed kinda small. He was beautiful. On his forehead there were a wound that bleed badly, and he was covered in bruises.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to a hospital?" I asked. Even though he was pretty badly wounded, he managed to whisper that he was fine. "You're not fine, I can see that. But I'll help you up" I helped him get up on his feet. I tied the scarf I had been wearing around his forehead to stop the bleeding, and looked for bigger damages.

"Thanks" he whispered. "But what are you doing in this part of the city now?" I smiled. I told him I was on my way home, and asked if he was here for pride. He nodded.

"How can I repay you?" He asked. "Well, you could Ask me out for a cup of coffee? Just a suggestion." I said, hoping to not be rejected. He smiled, and nodded. He told me his name was John. "I'm Sherlock." I said.

We walked to the nearest coffee shop together.