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As soon as Stiles turned 20, Derek got permission for John to ask him to marry his son.
“Son, I have seen how in love you two are. It reminds me so much of myself and my wife. I was never going to say no, even if you asked me when he was 17. Just, don’t tell him that you asked me. Stiles likes to think that he is independent, but he would also enjoy knowing that you did ask,” John said, dropping a hand on Derek’s shoulder.
A week later, when Derek actually asked Stiles, it was not something out of a movie. They were in a clearing, not far from the old Hale house. Stiles was practicing with his newest spell, while Derek rolled around with Shadow. The moment that Shadow took off over to Stiles and a bright smile spread across his face, Derek knew that he needed to ask.
“Stiles?”
His mate looked over at him, letting Shadow rub against his neck.
“Yes, Derek?”
Derek walked over and dropped down to one knee in front of him. Stiles gasped, tightening his grip on Shadow. The dog yipped, licking at Stiles’ cheek.
“Mieczyslaw, I have loved you since the moment I met you. The day you came to my loft, and loudly asked me if you were my mate, I fell even more in love with you. For four years, I have watched you turn into the man that you are. So, I have to ask. Will you marry me?”
Stiles reached up and wiped tears from his cheek.
“Of course I’ll marry you, Sappywolf. I’ve only been waiting for you to ask since my 18th birthday.”
Derek chuckled and stood. Stiles smiled as he pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his lips. They kissed until Shadow whined, wanting attention.
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“Now, the grooms have written their own vows. Derek, would you start?” The priest said.
"Oh, sure. I mean, you all know I could talk forever about how much I love this man. So, my darling mate, I will kill the spiders. I will let you win at wrestling. Sometimes, when you are having a bad day. I will pull when you want and tease you when you don’t. I will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. I will never be rude to your tummy- when I hear it growl and gurgle, I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will let you eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza because you are gross like that.”
This line brought a laugh out of everyone, including Stiles. He had started crying halfway through his speech, so a laugh was good.
“I will kiss the papercuts and the door-slammed finger and the counter-bumped hip because you are the clumsiest person I have ever met. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. Not on schedule. Just whenever I want to. Whenever I think you need one. Or seven. I will let Shadow, and whatever other animals you may find, sleep in my bed, because it makes you smile. I will hold your hand. I will love you."
“Jeez, Der. Save some sap for me,” Stiles sobbed.
“I am so sorry,” He said, a bright grin on his face.
“I promise I will annoy you for the rest of our lives, I promise you will always be my best friend first before anything, I promise you I will always love you, even when you're sick and grumpy. I promise to always be your car karaoke buddy, and to be your plus one for all your work things, even if I do hate going to them because my brother is there and he is embarrassing.”
“I take offense to that statement,” Scott muttered, leading Stiles to stick his tongue out at him.
“I promise you I will always listen to your rants, and I will try to learn about things that are important to you, I promise you to be your rock, and to try to make your bad days a little brighter. Above all, I promise you to change and grow with you, and I promise to stand by your side, on good days, on bad days, and on days where you don’t feel like you should be loved.”
Derek smiled softly and reached up to cup his face. He fought the urge to lean over and press a kiss to his face, waiting for the end of the ceremony.
“Derek, do you take Stiles to be your husband?”
“I do.”
“Stiles, do you take Derek to be your husband?”
“I do.”
“Your wedding ring is a symbol of your promise to one another. The ring, an unbroken, never-ending circle, is a symbol of committed, unending love. Derek, as you place this ring on Stiles‘ finger, repeat these words after me: This ring symbolizes my love for you, and the commitments we made today.”
“This ring symbolizes my love for you, and the commitments we made today,” Derek repeated, sliding the ring on his finger.
“Stiles, as you place this ring on Derek‘s finger, repeat these words after me: This ring symbolizes my love for you, and the commitments we made today.”
“This ring symbolizes my love for you, and the commitments we made today,” Stiles whispered, sliding the ring on his finger.
“Derek and Stiles, you have come here today of your own free will and in the presence of family and friends, have declared your love and commitment to each other. You have given and received a ring as a symbol of your promises. By the power of your love and commitment to each other, and by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now share your first kiss as husband and husband.”
Derek smiled and swept Stiles into a tight hug, pressing a deep kiss to his lips. He laughed into the kiss, returning it with just as much enthusiasm.
“We are in a church! Break it up!” John exclaimed, laughing.
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