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It was one year later, and Derek and Stiles were finally going to have their wedding/mating ceremony. They were planning on doing it in six months like Deaton had told them, but Stiles latched on the idea of having their mating ceremony on the anniversary of when their alpha-emissary bond was formed. Derek loved seeing Stiles so excited about the potential plan, so he immediately said yes.
Lydia immediately took over the planning of their ceremony. It would be presented as a normal wedding, since friends and coworkers of Stiles and Derek who weren’t supernatural, as well as many of the Sheriff’s deputies who had seen Stiles grow up over the years would all be there. She merely asked the two about favorite colors (“No, Stiles, I don’t care what you say, you are not having an orange and blue Mets themed wedding, and it doesn’t matter how complementary those colors are!”) and then she got straight to work, armed with wedding planning books and bridal magazines. The couple didn’t have to do a thing, except for cake testing. Stiles insisted that was something they had to do.
Finally, the day had arrived. Derek was once again in his bedroom. This time, however, he was wearing a suit, and he wasn’t alone. His mother and sisters were helping him get ready.
“Are you nervous again?” Talia asked him as she pinned the boutonniere to his jacket.
Derek licked his lips. “Yeah,” he admitted, smiling nervously. But this time, there was excitement behind the nerves. By the end of the day today, he and Stiles would be husbands and mates.
Having Stiles as an emissary was amazing. His spark ability had grown very powerful over the years, and he was very adept at using his magic to both protect the pack and to fight whatever they were up against. He was so proud of Stiles.
“But it’s exciting, too, hmmm?” Laura said, nudging her younger brother with a knowing smirk. She’d always had a knack for recognizing the different emotions by scent. “You’re going to be mated to the one you love!”
“Married, too,” added Cora, his younger sister and the only Hale sibling to be a beta.
Derek looked at the four of them in the mirror. His mother in a lovely blue dress suitable for one of the mothers of the soon-to-be-married couple, his two sisters looking beautiful in the knee-length dark red bridesmaid dresses that Lydia had picked out, and himself in a black suit with a dark red shirt and tie that matched the girls‘ dresses.
“We’re all gorgeous, aren’t we?” Laura said, turning slightly to see the back on the dress in the mirror.
“Of course we are,” stated Cora, dramatically posing like a model, causing the four of them to start laughing.
Derek loved his family, he really did.
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The garden was more beautiful than even decorated in black and red, the wedding colors that had been chosen. Stiles loved Lydia’s choice of colors even more than his own Mets idea.
“See, I’m known as Little Red, and you’re the Big Bad Wolf, who is black!” he’d said excitedly when he‘d revealed the colors. “It’s so perfect and totally us, don‘t you think?”
Derek had agreed, and now that he’d seen everything in place, it really was a good choice, even without their nicknames being involved. The tablecloths and the chair coverings were black, and the bows, napkins, and other decorations were the same shade of dark red as their clothes.
He strode down the path covered by a matching red aisle runner, his sisters right behind him. He looked out at all of the people who’d come to watch Stiles and him get married and he was really touched at all the people, supernatural or not, who cared about them. There was a judge friend of Stiles’ father’s who’d offered to officiate waiting in the gazebo.
The violinists, who were set up behind the gazebo playing quietly, suddenly started playing the wedding march, and everyone turned to see the other groom come down the aisle.
First came Lydia, looking as beautiful as his sisters in the matching bridesmaid dress. Next was Scott, who was wearing a suit similar to Derek’s with a dark red shirt and black tie. Since Stiles had no siblings like Derek did, he picked the people who were like family to him. And finally, it was Stiles’ own turn to come down the aisle.
He wore the same suit as Derek, complete with the dark red shirt and tie and a matching boutonniere, and he had a goofy grin on his face as he walked towards them. He finally reached Derek’s side and took his hand while shooting him an excited look. Together, they stood before the judge.
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Later that night, after their vows and a reception full of dancing, fun, laughter, and tons of food, the newlyweds were in their bed. Stiles was fast asleep, but Derek wanted to stay awake a little longer and watch his husband. He was making little snuffles in his sleep that Derek couldn’t help but find adorable. He loved looking at the moles across his mate’s bare back, and knew that there were plenty more lower on his body that were hidden by the covers.
But best of all was the still-red bite mark at the juncture between Stiles’ neck and shoulder that marked him as Derek’s mate. He was practically bursting with pride.
“Mmmmm, go to sleep, Der…”
Derek was startled by the soft murmur. Stiles‘ head was turned toward him sleepily.
“You can admire your bite tomorrow, babe,” Stiles murmured, then pulled on Derek’s arm.
Derek fell to his pillow, and Stiles leaned up and kissed his neck, right over the matching mating bite he’d got from Stiles.
“Keep that up, Stiles, and sleeping isn’t what we’re going to be doing,” Derek said, his voice becoming husky and his eyes flashing red.
“Hmmm,” Stiles nuzzled his neck, and his own eyes flashed purple, the color of an emissary mate. “I think I like that idea way better than sleeping.”
As Derek flipped Stiles onto his back and started dropping kisses along his own mating bite, he was thankful that he got to have this forever.