Sherlock Preferences & Imagines

John Watson

This is a request for GlamRockCrash
Sorry it took so long.

Also, lately I've been on C.ai (character ai) and chai, so I wondered would people be interested in me making bits not limited to just Sherlock, but marvel, video games and all kind of stuff. What do you all think?

Without further ado,
Enjoy!
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The morning of his wedding dawned clear and bright, but John Watson felt anything but calm. As he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time, a sense of nervousness washed over him. Today, he was going to marry Y/N, the love of his life, and the thought of forever was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Sherlock Holmes, his best man, lounged on the couch, observing John's meticulous preparations with a raised eyebrow. "John, if you keep fiddling with that tie, you'll strangle yourself before the ceremony," Sherlock remarked dryly.

John shot his friend a nervous smile. "Easy for you to say, Sherlock. You're not the one getting married today."

Sherlock stood up, straightening his own perfectly tailored suit. "True, but I've observed enough weddings to know that nerves are perfectly natural. In fact, they're an indication of how much you care."

John sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, but what if I mess up? What if I forget my vows or trip over my own feet?"

Sherlock stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on John's shoulder. "You won't. And even if you do, Y/N loves you for who you are, not for being perfect. Besides, I'll be there to nudge you if necessary."

John chuckled, feeling a bit of the tension ease. "Thanks, Sherlock. I appreciate it."

Sherlock nodded. "Now, let's get you to that church. Wouldn't want to keep Y/N waiting."

As they arrived at the church, John took a deep breath. The sight of Y/N at the end of the aisle, radiant and smiling, made all his nerves melt away. He walked towards them, each step bringing him closer to the life they were about to start together.
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The church was adorned with elegant arrangements of white lilies and soft, flickering candles, casting a warm glow over the gathered friends and family. As the soft strains of the wedding march filled the air, John Watson stood at the altar, heart pounding in his chest, his eyes fixed on the entrance.

When Y/N appeared, arm in arm with Mycroft, a wave of emotion washed over John. They looked breathtaking, every bit the vision he had dreamed of. Y/N's smile was radiant, a beacon that guided him through his nerves.

As Y/N reached the altar, John took their hand, feeling the warmth and reassurance in their touch. The officiant began the ceremony, their voice steady and comforting.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of John Watson and Y/N in the bonds of marriage," the officiant began. "Marriage is a commitment to life, the best that two people can find and bring out in each other."

John's nerves began to settle, replaced by a profound sense of rightness. He glanced at Sherlock, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod of encouragement. With Y/N's hand in his, he felt ready for anything.

The vows were exchanged with heartfelt sincerity. John spoke first, his voice steady despite the tears glistening in his eyes. "Y/N, from the moment I met you, my life changed in ways I never imagined. You bring out the best in me, and I promise to love, honor, and cherish you for the rest of my days."

Y/N squeezed his hand, their own voice filled with emotion as they recited their vows. "John, you are my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. I vow to stand by your side through every joy and every challenge, loving you more each day." She smiled