A/N Here it is my Lovelies!!!! The wedding scene!!!! Full of fluff and mushy stuff. As well as plenty of Mystrade as requested by MadiWritez. Enjoy <3

"I now pronounce you, man and husband. You may now kiss." John grinned and pulled his new husband in for their first kiss as a married couple. The crowd of close friends and family cheered, and Sherlock blushed at the attention. There were tears in their eyes as they turned to sign the paperwork, making their union legal. They posed for photos, and when the music started, they made their way down the aisle, hand in hand. They made their way outside and were quickly stopped by Molly and Greg.

"You guys need to stay here." Molly said when she caught Sherlock by the elbow. He glared half-halfheartedly at her, wanting nothing more than to go be alone with his new husband. John felt the same, but he knew they had to wait until the receiving line was finished.

"I still don't understand why we need to talk to everyone, we will see them at the reception."

"Not everyone is coming to the reception Love."

"Then we will send them a card."

"Sherlock."

"Yes Dear?"

"Behave please."

"Why should I?"

"Because, if you are on your best behavior today, I will let you misbehave as much as you want on the way to the hotel."

"On the way?"

"On the way."

"I love receiving lines."

"There we go." It was boring, even John could admit that, but Sherlock was on his best behavior and everyone seemed genuinely happy for them. Even Harry came to this wedding, she even made Sherlock give her a hug.

"I'm happy for you little brother."

"I'm older than you Harry."

"Yeah, but I'm taller than you little Hobbit."

"Why did we invite you again?"

"You insisted, remember John?" Sherlock tried to interject, only to be silenced by a slightly annoyed glance from the doctor. Harry moved on, and then it was Mycroft's turn. John noticed the slightly awkward handshake the older Holmes shared with Greg, both men flushing at the contact. John grinned at the sight, he was determined to get the pair to dance at the very least during the reception.

"So, Mycroft, can I call you Bro now?"

"Please don't."

"Oh, come on Bro!"

"Sherlock, please make him stop."

"Sorry brother dear, I am on my best behavior right now." Mycroft grumbled and said his congratulations before moving on, stealing a glance back at Greg before he walked away. Sherlock leaned over and whispered in John's ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his ear.

"Please tell me you aren't planning of setting up George and my brother."

"I don't know what you mean. I don't know anyone with the name George."

"John."

"Yes Love?"

"You know who I meant."

"Yeah, but its too late. The plan is already in motion." The line continued, ending with Sherlock's parents. John had met the, a couple of times before, and was always amazed by how normal they were.

"We are both so happy for you boys! If only Myc would think about settling down, then we could see both of our boys happy."

"I'm working on it." John winked at his mother-in-law. She giggled gleefully and moved on to talk to her son.

"So, John, are your parents here?" His father-in-law asked, causing a jolt of discomfort to pull at his gut.

"No, they aren't really very open to things like this."

"Well they missed out on a beautiful day. You know what you should do?"

"What?"

"Send them a lovely picture of your first kiss with Sherlock. That will get them." John let out a bark of laughter, drawing Sherlock's attention. "Tell them to get over themselves, we would like to meet them one day."

"I will see what I can do." He was pulled into a tight hug by the older man. As soon as he was let go, he glanced around, that had truly been the end of the line of people. He allowed himself and Sherlock to be lead into the adjoining reception hall, chatting aimlessly with his Best Man.

"So, Greg, Mycroft looks pretty damned spiffy today eh?"

"Really John? You just married his brother, maybe wait a few years before you start hitting on the sibling."

"Nice cover."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh, please. There is so much sexual tension between the two of you it's hard to focus."

"Shut up John." The next few hours flew by, filled with congratulations, photos, and a lovely dinner. Soon enough, it was time for the first dance. John allowed his new husband to lead him out to the floor and took him in his arms. Sherlock was the better dancer, so he led, spinning them around the floor to a song he wrote just for John. John looked up into the pale eyes of the man he had fallen so deeply for and smiled.

"We're married now."

"Yes, we are John. Regretting anything yet?"

"Other than inviting Harry, not a thing."

"I think I might like Harry."

"You like Harry?"

"I don't like repeating myself John."

"Why do you like Harry?"

"She thinks you look like the Hobbit."

"So?"

"I also think you look like the Hobbit." John chuckled, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his husband's lips.

"I didn't know you liked The Hobbit Love."

"Good to know I can still surprise you after all these years."

"Sherlock Holmes, I have no doubt that even we are old and grey you will still surprise me every day."

"I love you John Watson."

"I love you to Sherlock Holmes." The song came to an end and the room erupted into more cheering and applause as Sherlock adjusted his hold on John and lowered him into a dramatic dip. The doctor giggled as Sherlock pulled him back up and into a kiss. Sherlock danced with his mother then, and John couldn't help but wish his parents had come. John caught sight of Mycroft leaning against the bar and made his way over to him.

"Your parents are lovely."

"They are rather irritating honestly."

"They seem genuinely happy for us."

"They are. When Sherlock and I were younger, they didn't think they would ever see either of us get married. When Sherlock came out to them, they were ecstatic, thinking they would get a son-in-law one day. Then he met you and they began preparing."

"Wait, you mean they have been expecting this since-"

"Since you moved in to Baker Street."

"But they met Mary."

"Yes, they didn't like her." John laughed, turning to the bartender and ordering a scotch. He sipped his drink and glanced around the room. He caught sight of Greg, sitting in his seat chatting with Molly. He glanced back at Mycroft and noticed that he was also watching the DI.

"You know, I wasn't kidding the other night."

"I'm sorry?"

"The other night, when I said Greg fancies you. He really does." Mycroft blushed furiously, sipping his drink and fidgeting with his tie.

"Well, that's- uh- good for him?"

"You fancy him to, don't you?"

"What? W-where did you- I most certainly-"

"Oh, please! It's so obvious! You both are acting like a couple of schoolgirls. Just go up to him and ask him to dance."

"I don't dance."

"Neither do I, but I danced with Sherlock."

"You had to, its your wedding."

"That's beside the point."

"Is it really though?"

"Mycroft, go talk to Greg." With that, John left, making his way through the crowd to find his husband. Sherlock was on the dance floor, dancing with one of the guest's young children. He held her in his arms and spun them around, chuckling along with her shrieking giggles. John felt his chest tighten at the sight. He would never get to see Sherlock dancing with his daughter. He would never know what Sherlock would be like as a father. So, for now, he would just watch as his detective spun the little girl in his arms.

The song ended and John made his way to his husband. Sherlock caught sight of him and grinned, light filling his face and he set the little girl down and pulled John close.

"Can I have this dance?"

"Of course, Dr. Watson." He pulled him close and kissed him, smiling against his lips. John broke the kiss and rested his head against Sherlock's chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart.

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"Detective Lestrade?" Greg's heart skipped a beat when he heard the familiar voice of Mycroft Holmes. He looked up to see the taller man standing before him, looking rather nervous, but as dignified as ever. He looked rather dashing in that suit, John hadn't been wrong about that.

"Yeah, what's up?" He managed. His throat felt as though it was filled with cotton. He hadn't felt this way since he was a kid, it was embarrassing.

"I-I was wondering, if-if I could have this d-dance?" He had never heard the man struggle with his words like that before, it was endearing. He felt his hands start to shake as he nodded, standing and excusing himself from the table. Mycroft took his hand and led him to the dance floor. Greg knew his cheeks were probably flushed, but there was nothing he could do about that. He let Mycroft lead, seeing as how he was unfamiliar with the rules of dance.

"I wanted to thank you." He was shocked at the taller man's words.

"Thank me?"

"Yes, for everything you have done for my brother over the years."

"Oh, it's no trouble."

"There is no reason for modesty Detective Inspector, I know it has nearly cost you your badge several times."

"You know you can call me Greg."

"Oh, is that your name? Sherlock always calls you Lestrade."

"Or something that starts with G. Known the man over ten years and he still doesn't know my name."

"I'm sure he does, you are just amusing to bother."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Greg chuckled, finally starting to feel comfortable with the other man. They danced in comfortable silence for a while. As they danced, Greg caught sight of John and Sherlock. John was wrapped in Sherlock's embrace, his head resting on the taller man's chest.

"They look good together." He stated, nodding towards the newlyweds. Mycroft looked over and smiled at the pair.

"They do. I am pleased Sherlock has found someone that can take care of him." Greg swallowed his nerves and decided to just get the embarrassment over with.

"What about you? You have anybody in your life?"

"Not presently."

"Looking for someone?" Mycroft turned his steely gaze to meet the DI's and Greg could have sworn his heart stopped.

"Perhaps. If the right man were to ask."

"And if I ask?" Mycroft grinned down at him, his cheeks flushing lightly.

"Are you asking Detective Inspector?" Greg cleared his throat as his mind flashed to the way Sherlock would call John Dr. Watson when he was intrigued on an emotional level. It must be a Holmes thing.

"I believe I am."

"Well then, I suppose my answer would have to be yes if it is you asking." Greg grinned, pleased with himself.

"Congrats boys." He heard John's voice beside him as the song ended. He pulled himself from Mycroft's arms and turned to glare at his friend.

"You set this up, didn't you?"

"Yeah, you're welcome." John grinned at them cheekily before scurrying away laughing.

"Thank you for the dance, Greg." Mycroft spoke softly, causing Greg to turn back to face him. He was met with Mycroft's hand gently cupping his cheek, pulling his face up to meet his lips in a chaste kiss. Greg felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs as he watched the refined man walking away, leaving him flustered on the dance floor.

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John fought the urge to cheer when he saw Mycroft kiss Greg. He turned to his husband, who was watching the events with feigned disinterest.

"I did it!"

"No, Mycroft did it. You merely initiated the contact."

"Yeah, I got them together. I am the reason they just kissed."

"They kissed because of mutual interest and a romantic setting John, not because you suggested they talk."

"Sherlock?"

"Yes Love?"

"Let me have this."

"Fine. Congratulations my wonderful Hobbit, you are a regular cupid."

"Thank you." John grinned proudly and kissed his husband again. "I love you."

"I love you to." They kissed again, John surprising his husband by gently slipping his tongue past his lips and teasing his. "Have I been on my best behavior today John?" He whispered against the blogger's lips, causing the shorter man to grin.

"Hmm, I would say so."

"Good, when can we leave?" John laughed out loud, kissing his husband again.

"Soon Love, I promise. I just want to say goodbye to everyone first okay?" Sherlock whined softly and nodded, kissing John again.

John led Sherlock through the hall, bidding farewell to their guests and fighting off the long, thin fingers of his new husband that kept sneaking under his suit jacket to try and grope. Sherlock's parents surprised them with tickets to Ireland to visit the family cottage. Mycroft informed them that he had called them a car and it would be arriving shortly.

As they left the church, running through the bubbles that people blew at them in place of throwing rice, John felt a sense of glee. He was married, to the right person this time. This was going to be a much better marriage than the last. He climbed in the car before Sherlock and took a moment to close his eyes and rest.

He saw himself growing old with Sherlock, retiring in the country and looking after bees. He saw himself and Sherlock sleeping together on the sofa after a long day. He saw the love he was missing with Mary. He saw the man he wanted to me.

Sherlock climbed in the car and signaled for the driver to go before turning to face John. John opened his eyes and felt the emotions pulling tears to his eyes. Sherlock must have registered the tears because he suddenly looked terrified.

"Love? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice so soft and concerned it broke John's heart.

"Nothing Love, nothings wrong. I'm just happy." He smiled at his new husband, trying to reassure his brilliant mind. Sherlock still got concerned that John would suddenly change his mind, that he would suddenly remember that he isn't gay and leave him for some young girl. "I married the man I love today. I think I'm allowed to shed some happy tears." Sherlock grinned and pulled John in for a deep kiss.

"I love you John Watson."

"I love you to Sherlock Holmes."

"How would you feel about hyphenating?"

"How do you mean?"

"I mean we both change our names to Watson-Holmes. Then there is no confusion over who takes what name."

"I love it."

"Good, I love you John Watson-Holmes."

"I love you to Sherlock Watson-Holmes."