John: Sherlock! Why are there cameras here?!
Sherlock: *comes down the stairs with suitcases* you’re going to stay with Greg. We’re getting married.
John: Wh-what?
Sherlock: It’s that show with the weddings. We’re getting married.
John: Sherlock. You. You have to ask these things.
Sherlock: You asked. I said yes.
John: No. I didn’t.
Sherlock: Well you’ve been thinking about it and ring shopping and trying to figure out the nest way to ask and I decided to save you the trouble. We’re engaged now, and we’re going on the telly.
John: Sherlock, I swear to God…
Sherlock: Don’t worry. It won’t be anything like your last wedding.
John: Yeah, no purple.
Sherlock: Lilac.
John: *turns to camera crew* So you’re gonna edit that all out, right?…Right?!
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John: Yeah, I’m a little nervous I guess. I mean, I shouldn’t be, I just. He planned my last wedding, too. It’s kind of nice this way. He knows I hated it. I mean, the wedding was lovely, but the planning, Christ, what a nightmare. But, uh, no, he did a really great job. This will be better. I really just want something small. Not a church or anything like that. Just close friends.
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Sherlock: I’ve called in a favor. Westminster Abby. Royal family owe me a favor after Ms Adler’s little….well. Never mind that. And the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers will be there. They have those lovely uniforms and the sword thing is wonderful. Did you know he’s a war hero? Wounded in action. And his middle name’s Hamish. Sorry, that’s my mobile. Oh! PM finally calling me back then?
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Mummy: We first met John, just briefly on a trip to London a bit ago.
Daddy: Though we’d read all about him on
Mummy: the blog, of course. Such lovely write ups. Not that we ever let Sherlock know we read it.
Daddy: First time we properly met John though was
Mummy: at Christmas that year. After
Daddy: Sherlock was shot. Terrible thing, but we were all glad to be together for the holiday.
Mummy: John was with his wife then.
Daddy: I thought she was lovely. Such a pity about her.
Mummy: Not that I’d support it, but I think even then there was something with John and Sherlock. I mean. I’d always though that cause of the blog, but that day, turns out they drugged us all. We all fell asleep and woke up and those two were missing.
Daddy: Guess they needed some alone time.
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John: I’m nervous. I’m so nervous. I haven’t gone this long without seeing him since…God, since he was dead. I just. I can’t wait to see him, but I don’t know what he’s done. What is this? I’m. I can’t wear that can I? I’m not in the army any more. Is this really? I mean, I guess I’m not surprised he’d want me in this. *chuckles* *chuckles louder* Well, yeah, that’s good then. I’m off to get dressed then. And then, finally, get to see my groom.
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Sherlock: WHERE IS MY SHIRT?! SOMEONE WAS SUPPOSED TO PICK THAT UP FROM THE TAILOR! Oh it’s in the garment bag, it’s fine I’m fine IS THAT A FRAY ON MY SUIT JACKET, THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. *hands visibly shaking* I don’t feel nervous. I’m confident that everything will go as planned. And John will love it. Yes. *deep breath* I’m sure he’s nervous. He goes in for that sort of thing. WHERE IS THE HAIR DRESSER. WE’RE RUNNING LATE AND I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO CURL MY OWN HAIR ON MY OWN WEDDING DAY GET THEM ON THE PHONE FOR ME oh, they’re here, never mind. crisis averted.
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John: *chuckles* Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve climbed into a strange black car to be whisked away to God knows where. But I swear to God if our wedding’s in a warehouse I’m going to murder him. Not during the wedding, obviously. That would be far too reminiscent of my last wedding. And marriage.
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Where? Why? We…Is that Westminster Abbey? What a little shit.
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Sherlock! *kisses him*
Sherlock: *pushes him away* John. I need you to focus. You’re al dressed, but I need you to go with the priest, and if you wouldn’t mind memorizing these vows I wrote for you. I don’t want you holding up the piece of paper and reading them. It looks ridiculous.
John: You wrote my vows for me?
Sherlock: Oh relax. It’s exactly what you’d want to vow to me, but worded better.
John: Do I get to write your vows?
Sherlock: You already know my vow. I’ve said it before.
John: OK. I’ll go. But first, kiss me and tell me you love me. Cause if the Queen is here, you’re going to want me to remember that you love me.
Sherlock: Should I call Mycroft to have her leave?
John: Christ, Sherlock! Small wedding. What happened to “I want a small wedding next time.”
Sherlock: No you say you want a small wedding, but what you really want is for everyone possible to know that you and I will be together forever. Which is also what I want. So, we’re doing this the way it should be. Giant. Magnificent. Newsworthy. Perfect. Like a microcosm of our love.
John: “Micro” *chuckles
Sherlock: Yes. Micro. When compared to what it represents.
John: *lips wibble* *eyes water* Just shut up and kiss me.
I’m melting.
Sherlock is my favorite Groomzilla
Ahhhh this is so cute!!!!