Hey guys. I'm sad to say this but the 50th chapter will be my last. I know I know it's been going on for a while, but after 50 chapters I've just run out of cute Sherlolly things to write about. I'll still write one shots if you want but this monstrosity has to be finished. This chapter is about the Sherlolly wedding that you guys have been waiting 48 chapters for. ENJOY

"Oh my god your actually doing this" said the very short blonde man to Sherlock's left.
"I think it's to late to be realizing that now" Sherlock replied. The traditional bridal march, that Sherlock hated but Molly insisted on, started to play.
"I know it's just...your getting...married. You Sherlock Holmes...married" he said over again.
"If you want to join the other people who don't believe I'm getting married I believe they've started a support group" Sherlock snarked back to him. The...his bride was walking down the aisle towards him and she was...gorgeous. She had on a short wedding dress which isn't really tradition, but screw tradition she looks hot. Her upper arms where covered in some lace and she had one of those veil flower things on her head that they wore in the nineteen twent...oh my god why are these words in his mind palace. She was blushing profusely because everyone was staring at her and she isn't used to that. It was actually kind of cute, he would enjoy it more if John wasn't blabbering away in his ear and ruining the moment
"I mean I thought you where gay, hell people though we where gay. Even when I though you where gay I never would have expected you to marry your boyfriend" he said.
"If it's any consolation I've always pictured you getting married" Sherlock said. John was happily surprised.
"Of course I though it would be to a more intelligent person, but you can't chose who glues you back together after your best friend jumps of a roof in front of you then comes back to find you've got a girl friend and one of the most horrid mustaches that has ever graced a man's face" Sherlock retorted. John flashed him a bitch face and decided to punch him later. Today was his wedding day after all. After what seemed like forever Molly finally made her way up to the alter. The priest stepped up and began his rant about the sanctity of marriage and whatnot. Sherlock would have preferred to be married in a courthouse, but Molly wouldn't have it. They where in some Catholic church that she had gone to as a little girl and he had forgotten the name of.
"Are you excited" she whispered to him.
"I don't see why I should be. We live together so there is nothing new there, we will still have intercourse in the same way, the only difference is a piece of paper that you will no doubt frame and put next to my skull" Sherlock said.
"Oh come on. I'll be Mrs. Holmes and I won't have to pretend" she said. Oh there was Molly's creepy side, he loved her creepy side.
"My mother already asked when where we planning on having children" Molly said. Sherlock huffed, typical of June.
"I know right, I should probably just tell her I can't have children to avoid the awkwardness" Molly said. Sherlock's brow furrowed at this.
"Why would you do that" he asked.
"Well you don't like kids and that means you probably don't want any of your own" Molly said. Sherlock was shocked, almost as much as when Molly told him she didn't count.
"I wouldn't mind" Sherlock managed to say. It wasn't very reassuring, but he was Sherlock it was close enough.
Well i'm not getting pregnant for the first three years so yo can hold of on that dream for a little bit" she joked.
"I don't know Molly we Holmes men as pretty fertile, you probably won't last a few months" he joked back.
"How fertile are we talking here" she asked.
"I could probably stand next to you and you'd get pregnant" she stated.
"So that's how Adelaide got knocked up" she said. Sherlock and Molly couldn't help but giggled which got them horrible looks from the priest.
"The couple has decided that the would like to recite their own vows...or should I say the wife has decided" the priest said. A Catholic priest trying to interject humor, well there is something new to delete from his mind palace. Molly turned and faced Sherlock and she revved herself up for this.
"I was obsessed with you once. I always dream I would be standing here, but I knew in my heart it would never happen. When you fell and I had to help you I realized that...your just like the rest of us. You have fears and you have joys. Your fears and joys just happen to pertain to gay serial killers and dead bodies" she mentioned dead bodies in her vows, how can you seriously got love her. Well the priest was certainly aghast again.
"During that time I think I stopped obsessing over you, and started to really love you. The sleek detective didn't appeal to me once I learn his favorite brand of cereal is Lucky Charms. I realized that I didn't want to be with Sherlock Holmes. I wanted to be with Sherlock" she said as she wiped away a stray tear that fell down her cheek. It's a good thing Mary told her to wear water proof makeup...again why do these thoughts cloud my mind palace.
"And now the groom will say a couple of words" motioned this priest. This is the difference between Molly and Sherlock. She had probably been plan her speech for months, he was just gonna wing it.
"As you and most of the people in this room know, my brain is like a hard drive. Only the most important information stays in there. I, like so many other people, didn't believe I could...grow to care for a person. One day about 2 months after my fall. You asked me to make coffee, and I already knew how you liked it. This made me realized that I had stored mass amounts of knowledge about you and I hadn't even noticed. Your coffee order, what your hair smells like, the fact that your prefer oversized jumpers to normal clothes because they make you feel safe. That's when I realized that I was totally and completely in love with you. I find it ironic that I became more obsessed as you became less obsessed, but we both needed that. I know that remembering your coffee order isn't the most...loving thing a person has ever done for another person, but it's my way of saying that I love you, that you will always count in my eyes" he said. Molly's was crying profusely and so was everyone else in the room. Sherlock could here John sniffling behind his back and this made him extremely please.
"Will you take these rings and repeat after me" Sherlock took one while Molly took the other. He had insisted on simplicity, which meant silver and nothing else. Molly had insisted to get them engraved. So now they would have You Do Count and I Need You etched into their fingers forever.
"Do you Molly May Hopper take Sherlock Hamlet Holmes to be your lawfully wedded husband" the priest asked. Molly didn't her little awkward smile that he adored and he felt his heart rate go up
"I do" she said. Sherlock slipped the sliver band onto her fingers and he could help but feel smug.
"Do you Sherlock Hamlet Holmes take Molly May Hooper to be your lawfully wedded wife" he was asked.
"Of course" he said. Then Molly slipped his ring onto his finger. He had always thought that a wedding band would make him feel trapped. Whenever he wore one as a disguise he hated it, it just felt wrong. This felt completely different. The metal was warm from Molly holding it and he felt...whole.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride" he said. Molly bite her lip and moved in closer like they where ninth graders at a party and the bottle had just landed on Sherlock. He had no time for such none sense. He grabbed her face gently and pulled her into a loving kiss. He loves kissing Molly. He wishes he could do it with his hands so they could just kiss and walk down the street. Why couldn't he be a Vulcan...WHY. Molly pulled away from the to short kiss and promptly hugged her new husband.
"I now pronounce Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his wife Molly Holmes" the priest said? After that the priest promptly left the alter, probably to dunk himself in holy water. Sherlock took Molly's hand and they charged down the aisle, hoping they wouldn't get something flung at them. They ran down the steps as fast as Molly's heels would allow her and they piled into one of Mycroft's town cars.
"Hey why don't we skip the reception and start our honeymoon in the Galapagos early" he said he he kissed her neck.
"We will have plenty of time to walk in the footsteps of Darwin after the reception" she said to him.
"We didn't stay at John's reception the entire time" he reminded her.
"We left two hours early and went and had a shag" she said accusingly.
"Exactly. Everyone was glad I left two hours early and we shagged. Everyone was happy" he said with a smirk.
"I think you have to be present for your own reception Sherlock" Molly told him.
"That's a stupid rule" he replied.
"Your a stupid rule" Molly said, never to late to bust out school yard insults.
"You married a stupid rule" Sherlock said.
"I did didn't I" she said to herself. They both smiled and pulled each other into another kiss. Much to Sherlock's chagrin they did end up going to the reception. They did eat cake and make merry. They did happen to see Lestrade slap Mycroft on the butt when Adelaide wasn't looking. They did laugh when they noticed Adeliade did see, but she really didn't give a shit. They did see Mrs. Hudson, Mummy Holmes, and June Hooper get along like they where meant to be. They did happen to leave an hour easy to start their honeymoon back at 221B. They did have three brilliant children. They did stay married for the rest of their lives. Sherlock also never forgot her coffee order, ever.

I really hope that this meets y'all standard. I' m actually really sad that I won't be writing anymore Interesting Tales. Please don't let me die out. Keep me alive like I'm David Tennant. Show me to your friends who ship Sherlolly, show me to your friends who ship Johnlock. Maybe we can turn a few of them. I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING