Marrying Sherlock one shot request

Bold italicised quote: the Corpse Bride vows. I don’t own them!

word count: 628 words.

You were the impossible person for one reason: you were engaged to the Sherlock Holmes. Your wedding was Gothic and took place on the sight of what was to this date, Sherlock’s only favourite case. You had been engaged for just under a year and tonight was the night that you had your hen do with your girls; Mary, Molly and Mrs Hudson as well as some family members, and Sherlock was distracting himself from your absence by going on his stag do with John and Greg. The fact that Sherlock had chosen to use Lestrade’s real name instead of pretending to forget it spoke volumes about how much the man had come to mean to him.

Both you and Sherlock were very nervous, not only because you were getting married but because you were getting married to each other. You used to speak about getting married but you had never really taken it seriously because marriage and Sherlock are not words spoken in civilised conversations together in one sentence. 

Sherlock, a man who outwardly mocked tradition, had been the one to propose, the one to plan most of the wedding, the one to organise seating arrangements and colour schemes and centrepieces. Sherlock was your rock, your reason, and you loved him so much that sometimes you thought that your heart would burst from the strength of the love that you felt for him.

In turn, you were Sherlock’s rock. You darkened his room with blackout curtains when he had a migraine due to sensory overload. You played with his chocolate curls when he was so tired but couldn’t sleep. You helped John to dress Sherlock’s serious wounds when he refused to go to the hospital, because a doctor was better than no doctor. You helped Sherlock double check his facts before he solved a case. 

The point was that, through it all, thick and thin, you had been there for each other and nothing and no one, not even Mycroft, had managed to separate the two of you.

On the day of the wedding, John, as the best man, had taken the liberty of taking messages between the two of you. Sherlock wanted to do this right and so, no matter how ridiculous the traditions were, he followed them for you and no other. So, John would sometimes put his head in through the door and deliver a message from Sherlock in such a bad imitiation that you could only laugh - this was done very deliberately on John’s part. He could feel your nervousness coming off you in waves and he wanted to support you as best as he could. When it came to delivering messages to Sherlock, John would put a hand on the back of Sherlock’s neck to convey the familiarity of friendship and love.

Finally, you were stood at the altar together, both teary-eyed (though Sherlock blamed it on someone putting onions in his coat pocket) and hand in hand as you recited your personalised vows to each other. They were from the Corpse Bride, a film deeply loved by the both of you.

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

With shaking hands, tears on your faces and smiles so wide they threatened to split your faces in half, you and Sherlock were married, forever and always. 

“May I have this dance?”

“Sherlock, you may have every dance.” You smiled softly as you took his hand in yours and the two of you danced to Danse Macabre, a strange but sweet composition - just like your relationship with each other.

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He keeps staring at his reflection, remind you of someone?

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