HERE IT IS! The long awaited wedding chapter! Sorry for the wait guys I hope you enjoy!
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Molly pushed John up to the isle. He hissed at her and watched as Sherlock hugged Irene and Lestrade as they sat down. The music stopped for a few seconds, and then came back on again. Janine put her arm on John's and Molly did the same. John shook uncontrollably. He hoped Sherlock liked his bloody birthday present for all these nerves he felt. Sherlock stood proud and tall at the front of all these people. All these amazing people John had met in his life. Mrs Hudson sat in the front pew, crying already. John smiled as he felt Molly and Janine start to walk. He wasn't nervous anymore. He knew this was a good idea. He knew this was right.
Sherlock had the growing urge to look behind him as he felt about 50 pairs of eyes on him. It was a small wedding. He loved it. He felt John move closer as the music slowed. His heart raced, beating out of his chest. He resisted chewing his fingernails, as had become a habit when he was nervous, which wasn't often. He felt a presence next to him. He turned his head and saw the most amazing sight he had ever seen. John.
His eyes seemed to betray him. This was his? All this? John's blonde hair wasn't styled, his beautiful eyes unstrained and unstressed. He wore a white wedding tux, matching to Sherlocks only smaller. Sherlock thought back to the day he realised he was deeply and unconditionally in love with John. He remembered how much he had wanted to hold him, how much he wanted John to be his and only his. Sherlock smiled, he wasn't nervous anymore. He knew this was right. This was everything to him.
John smiled so widely he thought his face was going to tear. This was his Sherlock! All his! He would be gazing into those same eyes for the rest of his life. He would be caressing those same cheeks until he died. He would be in love with this same man for ever.
The wedding began.
"John, I do believe you have vows." The woman who was marrying the two said. John took a deep breath.
"Sherlock. From the very first day I met you, I knew you were special. So special." John giggled. "You once told me you weren't a hero. There were times when I didn't think you were human but you were always my hero. Sometimes" John started to tear up, "sometimes I was so alone, and I owe you so much. Love, these are my first vows. I hope I've done okay." This was followed by titters from the crowd. He looked into Sherlocks eyes. They were warm and comforting. "And I want you- need you- to know that If All Else Fails, you will always have me." John slipped the silver ring onto Sherlocks finger. Sherlock admired how it fit so perfectly, and how John had taken the time to notice Sherlocks fingers. For some odd reason, Sherlock remembered the time John had messed with him whilst he was in his mind palace.
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- It had been a tedious and rather tiresome day, that day. Sherlock was trying desperately to work out how the letter M was relevant to an 'unnamed psychopath' escaping a mental institution. It didn't help that the question of the first male carrier was still bugging at his mind.
John had just got back from Tescos, (which is like Target for all you uneducated Americans out there! :D) and saw Sherlock concentrating hard. He kissed him good morning as he always did, though it was just a peck on his cheekbones. John decided to have some fun. He had just brought a carton of eggs that would go off soon, and there were way too many for the pair to eat alone. John took six of the twelve eggs out of the carton, separated Sherlocks hands just a little (he never noticed anything whilst in his mind palace) and placed them a little pyramid between his hands. Then he waited. Sherlock could be in his mind palace for hours. Days, even. But John knew it would be worth it. After waiting for half an hour, he decided to make some dinner. He was hungry, so very hungry. He knew Sherlock wouldn't be, but John could make Sherlock eat. He had his ways.
John wasn't a chef. Sherlock usually cooked. Suddenly a mumble came from the living room followed by the sounds of eggs hitting the floor, then followed by a Sherlock-sounding gasp. John ran into the room and doubled over laughing. Sherlock was standing there, a confused and frightened look on his face. There were six cracked eggs at his feet.
"I... They... What...?" Sherlock stammered, his eyes looking curiously at the mess at his feet. "Did I lay eggs?" He asked, making John laugh even more.
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Sherlock smiled at this memory. "Sherlock?" The woman's voice asked. "If you would like to say some words as vows?" Sherlock cleared his throat. He could tell by the bulge in his pocket (POCKET NOT PANTS CALM DOWN) that the ring was in there. Did John chooses his own ring?
"John, I was impeccably unhappy before I met you." Sherlock stated, bluntly. He laughed a little. "Unfortunately, I was still a little unhappy when we were friends. That day you told me you loved me, when you were going to Army camp, is the first time I've been truly 100% happy. And for that, I thank you." Everyone cooed a little, making sherlock grimace. "There were times when I thought life wasn't worth living. And I'm sure everyone here," Sherlock gestured to their audience, "agrees that you, John Watson, are the man who saved me." Sherlock slipped the ring on John's finger. "I will always love you." He whispered. John smiled up at him.
"You may now kiss your husband!" The woman exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Sherlock picked John up, bridal style. He did this a lot and it always irritated John, but now there was no place he'd rather be. Sherlock placed his Cupid's bow lips onto John's, their kiss that one slight bit more intimate than before. Still kissing, Sherlock carried John down the isle and into the room Sherlock had met Mary in.
Sherlocks kiss becoming more and more deep, he put John down. "Sherlock..." John giggled, breaking away from their kiss momentarily. Sherlock pushed John up against the wall, raising his hands above his head. Sherlock moved his lips down to John's neck. "I take it you like your present then...?" John laughed. Sherlock mumbled in agreement. John took a wisp of his husbands hair in his hand and played with it. It was nice being a head above Sherlock. It was nice. Everything was nice.
"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you." Sherlock chanted in between tiny kisses on John's neck.
"Hey." John pulled Sherlocks chin up so it was level with his. "We have tonight for this. Lets go enjoy our wedding."
*Internal author screaming*
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Music blared out of speakers as the small procession danced and drank. John looked around, a glass of coke in one hand (he couldn't drink alcohol, much to his dismay) and his new husbands hand in the other. He knew the first dance, it was perfect for him and Sherlock. He actually thought it was written for them. "Hey hey hey!" Molly said as she danced towards the pair, tipsy. "My darlings." She giggled. "My babies!" She laughed. Sherlock looked at John, and smiled widely.
"A dance, Molly?" He suggested. Molly laughed and promptly fell over, laughing. Sherlock chucked and lifted her onto a chair. "Irene?" He suggested to the brunette beauty in front of him who was also looking and laughing at her cousin. She looked to Sherlock and smiled. She took his hand as he led her to the dance floor.
They swayed back and forth for a minute before Sherlock felt Irene flinch. He looked at her face, she was crying. Smiling, but crying. "Sorry." She sniffed. "I'm sorry." Sherlock looked at her quizzically. "This is like a dream come true." She smiled.
"I don't understand..." Sherlock began, spinning around the floor.
"I always..." She laughed, "I always wanted to dance with you on your wedding day. Though I rather hoped it would be me who'd be yours forever, I wanted to be the person to save you."
"You were a contributing factor." Sherlock admitted, squeezing her hand. "And how could I live without you. My Irene Adler." He laughed, she laughed.
Meanwhile, John span Mary around the room. "Thank you, flower girl." He said, out of breath from all the waltz-y spinning.
"You're welcome, groom." She giggled, spinning him faster.
"I swear to god Mary!" John laughed. "I will kill you slowly if you do that again."
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"Can we have the bride and groom.. Erm... I mean the grooms up to the dance floor for their first dance!" An awkward DJ shouted from his decks. Sherlock and John met at the dance floor, both as bashful as the other. The music began to play, and John pulled Sherlock close to him. The song was 'Iris' by the goo goo dolls. Sherlock thought it was perfect.
Sherlock quietly sang the choras into John's ear, making him smile and chills go down his spine at sherlock's beautiful voice. ''And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand. If everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.''
"You should take up singing, Sherlock." John whispered as they swayed in time to the music. Sherlock smiled goofily.
"Shut up." He said bashfully. "I love you." He reminded John.
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Sherlocks phone rang. He was tipsy. He fumbled it out of his pocket, picking up without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?" He said into the phone. He drummed his thin fingers on the table impatiently.
"How cute." A thick Irish accent said.
"Who is this?" Sherlock asked, though deep down he already knew.
"Will it be Sherlock Watson or John Holmes?" The sleepy voice said.
"Who is this!?" Sherlock yelled. No one noticed, the music was too loud.
"Guess who's back bitch. Did you miss me?"