Sherlock Holmes Oneshots

Wedding

Warnings: One or two swears, fluff, flashbacks are in italic 

Disclaimer: A scene is mainly ispired by Gossip girl (ep 13 s5) and another from The Swan princess (tell me if you found it <3)

Y/N: Come on Y/N smile, it's the big day. Your big day. The one you've been living for your entire life.

You tried to convince yourself while looking at your reflexion. You were currently in a white gown, not any gown, a wedding gown. You would have to walk down the aisle in less than an hour. Sherlock was somewhere near you, well you hoped, you have barely seen him during the last month. Just the thought of him made you shiver in excitement and fear. He was your best friend; you grew up together. Even when he moved away to pursue his dream of becoming a detective, you kept contact. He would always come to you when something in a case was bothering him and needed the point of view of an outsider. Or when your parents put too much pressure on you. You caught feelings by the time you guys were 16 but never got the guts to tell him. He was always here, but not today. And not in the place you hoped, the place of the fiancé.

You were Y/N L/N, only heir of the great L/N family. You came from a wealthy family as they owned a famous British newspaper. The only role you were assigned for since the day you were born was to find a proper husband. Your mother taught you this and your father was clearly against but everytime he would oppose to your other it would end with him sleeping outside... You did not understand her. Before she met your father, she was poor, very poor. A match girl to be precise. She didn't marry him for his money because the first she saw him and fell for him; he was getting away from his parents in common cloths. They married in the name of love; you were born from pure and simple love. So, why, why did you have to marry him. And by him you meant: Arthur Houghton. The most pretentious man in all London. You did not despise him but didn't have feelings for him either. He was a playboy, and his parents hoped that this marriage would help him calm down a bit. You knew better. He was surely going to cheat on you the very next day of the ceremony. It was like marrying a 15 year old teen, full of hormones and only following the end of his dick... But he was your soon to be husband and the perfect match for your social position... It was that or marry a man 30 years older than you.

When your parents asked him over for dinner and he asked for your hand during dinner. You remember seeing your dad's jaw tense and his hands growing into fits as he put down the cutlery. He hated this guy and you knew it. Each time your mother arranged a walk in the Hyde Park, you would get upset and hide in the library. Your dad would find you and make you laugh by mimicking the stupid boy and reassure you that he wouldn't give your hand to him. You looked at him with pleading eyes but with the insisting look of your mother, you were defeated. He accepted, through his teeth while the boy looked at you with a fake loving gaze and too your hand in his. Disgusting. When the dinner ended you went back to your room, allowing tears to roll only when you were sure the door behind you was closed. How could your parents do this to you? What will your life be? Were you going to be happy? But one question got louder than the others. How were you going to tell Sherlock?

So back to you, alone in your wedding dress, you sent away your maids and sat down silently in front of the mirror; thinking about what happened not even a month ago.

You were walking in a park next to Sherlock. He was telling you about his last case and how he resolved it. You lost track of the story as your mind was somewhere else. You asked him to walk with so that you could announce your future wedding. He was rambling excitedly, looking at his feet while smiling. You couldn't fight the urge to look at the soft locks falling before his eyes. Or smile when he laughed in disbelief about a clue he found accidentally. He was perfect. He was the man you truly loved. But not the man you would bound for the rest of your existence. Your heart ached at the thought, and you accidentally let slip a sigh. You thought about how your parents betrayed you, how you would have to wake up to the face of that boy every morning, how you would have to give him a child.