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He hurt. No, not emotionally or anything like that. He’s hurt the good old-fashioned way, trying to help deal with the problems of Beacon Hills so the normies never find out about the supernatural.
So here he was, in the woods laying on the ground with a twisted ankle, a scratch on his arm, and possibly another injury to his leg? He honestly lost track and was just content to lay here for a minute to catch his breath. Dealing with the typical werewolves, hunters, witches, kitsune, etc. was always fun, no sarcasm he swears. But it wasn’t fun when you’re the only one who can break a mountain ash line so you have to physically fight off a witch and hunter who decided to team up.
So yeah, he managed to break the line and twisted his ankle in the process. But Scott and Derek were able to take them down and Stiles got to just exist for a moment. The fact he was this close to losing Derek kind of terrified him. Scott too he guessed, but Derek was his. Even if he didn’t know it yet. The witch had him bound and the hunter was ready to chop his head off when Stiles somehow snuck up on the guy and hit him with the baseball bat.
It was all luck and adrenaline. Stiles was not that agile or strong. But thankfully all ended pretty well, if he said so himself. He hummed when Derek squatted down beside him, looking at him instead of the canopy of trees.
“You alive?” Derek muttered.
“Barely,” Stiles said dramatically. “I am done for, go on without me.”
“What all hurts?” The werewolf started looking him over, gently grabbing his arm to inspect the scratch.
“Would it be weird if I said everything?” Stiles chuckled. “Just take me out, I’ve lived a good life.”
“Stop being so dramatic,” Derek huffed. He settled down on the ground, letting Stiles just lay there for a minute.
“Everybody loves how dramatic I am,” Stiles grinned which morphed into a laugh at the eyeroll he got in return.
“So much that I want to marry you,” Derek huffed.
“Awe you wanna marry me?” Stiles coos, grinning maniacally. “Do you want to have my babies too? Eli is a cute name.”
The older man groaned, moving to stand up. “Can you stand?”
“Stand, yes. Walking might be the problem, I twisted my ankle.” Stiles grunted as he sat up, letting Derek help him get back on his feet. “Ugh, yup. Definitely twisted.”
“Come on,” Derek leaned down a bit and scooped the younger one up into his arms, ignoring the protests.
“Princess carry,” Stiles groaned, slowly turning into a cackle. “Wait, does this make me your princess?”
“Whatever gets you to the car quicker,” Derek huffed.
“If I’m the princess, then are you the knight or prince?” Stiles hummed, looking over when Boyd moved to walk beside them.
“Evil king that abducts you in the night,” he smirked. Stiles laughed at the disgruntled look Derek had on his face “Here, I’ll drive, that cut on his arm needs to be cleaned.”
“Awe, my boys are taking care of me!” Stiles grinned, wrapping his arms tightly around Derek’s neck.
“Erica will kill you if she hears you say I’m your boy.” Boyd chuckled, climbing into the driver's seat while Derek moved to the back. He sets Stiles in, shuffling him to the other side before climbing in beside him.
“Scott?” Stiles asked.
“Already left with Allison.” Boyd gave him an apologetic look.
“I’m not surprised,” he shrugged. Instead, he focused on Derek cleaning him up.
The alpha got to work on cleaning the cut with a first aid kit he kept under the seat. Stiles watched him quietly, feeling his heart beat faster at the thought that all of this was for him, no one else. The wolves heal quickly, and even then, Stiles has all the things to get wolfsbane out. So Derek’s kit is clearly for Stiles.
“Marry me,” Stiles says suddenly.
“Didn’t you just tease me about this?” Derek scoffs. “And we’re not even dating.”
“That’s not a no.” Stiles reaches up and boops him on the nose. Derek’s nose scrunches before he looks up at him.
“You’re serious,” he whispers.
“Of course I am,” Stiles smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Like I said, we aren’t even dating.” Derek huffs.
“Because I was waiting to be eighteen, and I have a feeling so were you.” Stiles helps him raise his pant leg so he can wrap his ankle. “Can we skip the whole ‘will they, won’t they’ part and get married already?”
“Dammit Stiles,” Derek shakes his head. He finished wrapping his ankle before using that leg as leverage to pull him right in, practically making him sit in his lap. “Fine.”
“Wow, so enthusiastic.” Stiles scoffed. “I feel the love.”
“You’re the brat that asked me to marry you in the back of a car while I was patching you up.” The werewolf snorted.
“Yeah, yeah.” Stiles turned to face a very amused Boyd in the front seat. “The courthouse is still open, go there instead.”
“Not going to plan a wedding?” Boyd teased, turning on the next street to drive them to the courthouse.
“Why wait? I really don’t care about a ceremony, I just want us married.” Stiles looked at Derek, who had a fond look on his face.
“Same,” he nuzzles into Stiles’ neck. “But we’ll need another witness.”
“I can call dad, he’d be mad if he wasn’t there.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, not bothering to wait for Derek’s answer. He gets Boyd, so he should have his dad.
“Hey dad, meet us at the courthouse.” Stiles says as soon as his dad answers.
“ Do I want to know why you need me there?” He can hear his dad getting up and moving around on the other end.
“I’m getting married and want you there,” Stiles grins at Derek, who rolls his eyes fondly.
“ So you wore Derek down?” Noah hummed, getting chuckles from the other two men in the car.
“More like I just asked and he said yes,” Stiles narrowed his eyes at the older man. “Actually, he said fine.”
“ High standards I see,” Noah snorted. “ Clearly I raised you well.”
“ So well that I landed myself someone like Derek,” Stiles beamed. “I won the lottery with him.”
“That you did, get my son there safe Derek.” With that, he hung up.
“You okay if I call Peter?” Derek asked.
“Of course! How could we do this without creeperwolf!” Stiles grinned as Derek took his phone from him and called his uncle.
“Get to the courthouse, I’m getting married.” Derek quickly hung up after that. Stiles cackled at that, taking his phone back and reading the text from Peter that came through.
You two never do things normally, do you?
“Do either of you have rings?” Boyd asked, still chuckling,
“We can pick them out tomorrow,” Stiles waved him off, wrapping his arms a little more securely around the older man. “We’ve got forever now, right?”
“Yeah,” Derek brought their foreheads together.
“You two are cute,” Boyd chuckled. “We’re here though.”
Stiles grinned and let Derek help him out of the car. They went inside to get the process started before waiting for his dad to show up. The clerk looked between the two of them before shaking her head fondly and getting them situated.
“I’m honestly not surprised.” Noah joined them. “I just have to ask though, how long have you two been together?”
“Like,” Stiles blinked up at Derek. “30 minutes?”
“Try 5,” Derek huffed.
“Jesus,” the sheriff sighed. “You two never do things normally.”
“That’s what I said,” Peter walked up behind them.
“Normal is overrated!” Stiles chanted, getting a laugh from Boyd and Peter, while he got a mix of fondness and exasperation from Derek and his dad.
“Stilinski and Hale?” A woman calls out from down the hall. Stiles grins, grabs Derek’s arm, and lets the older man lead him through the hall into the room where they will be married.
“Well, should I be surprised?” The judge smirks.
“I’m more surprised he didn’t drag him down here on his birthday,” Noah ruffles Stiles’ hair.
“Well, shall we?” Joyce smiled. “I always said I’d be the one to marry you off. Now how in-depth do you want this?”
Stiles looked at Derek who blinked and shrugged. “Basic. Just get us married.”
“You picked a charmer,” Joyce snorts.
“He actually is, he’s just shy.” Stiles grinned up at the older man, heart fluttering at the small smile in return.
“Cute. Come here and we can get started.” Derek grabbed Stiles’ hand, helping him move forward as Boyd stayed back while Peter and Noah stood on either side. Joyce looks down at Stiles’ leg in question, but just shakes it off.
“To start, do any of you object?” She looks at the three behind them, seeming to look at Noah specifically.
“No, I think we're all good.” His dad shrugged. She smiled and turned to face Derek first.
“Derek Hale, do you take Stiles, I can’t even pronounce your real name, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, and probably chaos because he is a menace.” The woman smirks at Stiles. “Till death do you part.”
“I do,” Derek brought Stiles’ hand up, kissing the back of it.
“Stiles Stilinski, do you take Derek to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part.”
“Fine,” Stiles smirks up at Derek, getting a huff from Derek and a chuckle from Boyd. He smiles more gently though. “I do.”
“Do you have rings?” She raises an eyebrow.
“Tomorrow problem,” Stiles cackles at the groan from his dad.
“Alright, then I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss.” She gestures to them.
“Awe, our first kiss is us getting married.” Stiles grins, wrapping his arms around Derek.
“Just so you know,” Derek leans in. “You’re clearly the bride here.”
Stiles barks out a laugh, quickly getting silenced by Derek’s kiss. Both of them can’t help smiling into the kiss, making it only a simple peck. They pull back a bit and Derek rubs their noses together.
“Sap,” Stiles whispers.
“Your sap now,” Derek smiles.
“You two are adorable. Now come sign the papers.” Joyce waves them over. It’s then that Stiles notices Boyd and his dad with their phones out, clearly recording and taking photos.
“Please tell me Boyd is taking photos.” Stiles bends down to sign the papers, passing the pen over to Derek afterward.
“No, we wanted all your photos to be blurry.” Noah snarks.
“Well, at least you two thought of photos.” Stiles grinned.
“Alright, I’ll need two of you to come sign as witnesses as well.” Joyce gives them a moment for Stiles to grab his dad’s phone to continue to record while he and Peter step forward. “Alright, you two are now officially married. Congratulations.”
“Tadaa,” Stiles changes the view of the phone to him and Derek, leaning up to kiss the man on the cheek before ending the recording.
“Alright, you’re married and your husband has a home. I know you’ll want to move in, but I expect you two over for dinner at least once a week.” Noah walks over and pulls Stiles in for a hug. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, dad.’” Stiles squeezed him back. Noah then moved to hug Derek, surprising the alpha. Peter chuckled, sending Stiles a wink while Boyd and Stiles shared a look.
“Hey, Joyce, can you get a photo of all of us?” Stiles pulled out his phone, passing it over and getting ready.
“I expect one where you three aren’t covered in dirt next time,” Noah huffs, smiling for the photo.
“Knowing these two, the day we decide to do that, it will be worse than dirt.” Peter chuckled.
“Smile!” Joyce laughed, taking a couple of photos before passing it back. “Now, I sadly have more to do today, but congratulations.”
“We should get you home,” Derek looked down at Stiles’ leg. “You should let that rest.”
“That, my leg is a that,” Stiles scoffed, laughing when Derek picked him up. “Awe, my hubby is carrying me out!”
“You are going to be insufferable.” Noah groaned. “Thanks, Joyce!”
“No problem! I’m happy for you all!” She called out after them. They got amused looks from people as they passed them, but Stiles didn’t care. He had his husband now, one who was making him practically giggle as he nipped at his neck.
“Are you good to drive me home, sheriff?” Boyd asked. “I really don’t want to be in a car with them right now.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” Noah chuckled. “I wouldn’t want to be in the same car as them before they were even married.”
“Could you two grab the jeep?” Stiles pushes up to look over Derek’s shoulder at them.
“Yeah, just pass me your keys.” Boyd held out the Camaro keys and Stiles dug in his pocket and passed over the jeep keys. They switched and the two of them said goodbye before heading off.
“Well, I am proud of you nephew. Even if it was unorthodox.” Peter waved, walking off. “I expect family dinners as well now!” They watched him get in his car, speeding off.
“So,” Stiles leaned back down and wiggled his eyebrows at the older man. “You ready for our first night as newlyweds?”
“You mean am I ready to stuff you full of mac and cheese before putting you to bed?” Derek smirked, shifting Stiles so he could open the passenger door and set him inside.
“Exactly,” Stiles beamed. “My husband knows me so well.”
“Anything for my bride,” Derek smiles, leaning down to kiss Stiles softly. He closes the door and rounds the car to the driver's side.
“Wait, does this mean I get to drive the Camaro now?” He bounced in his seat.
“Let me think,” Derek pulls him in, kissing him again and making the younger man melt. “No.”
“Wait, what?” Stiles blinks his eyes open, watching a smug Derek as he starts to drive them home.
“Mean,” Stiles pouts. “I let you drive the jeep.”
“Don’t pout,” Derek grabs his hand.
“I don’t even get husband privileges, so rude.” Stiles complains but squeezes Derek’s hand back.
“Not until your ankle heals,” the werewolf pulls into the parking lot of the loft. He climbs out of the car and rounds the car to the passenger side to grab Stiles. He picks him up and Stiles grins, kissing his cheek.
“So good to me,” he whispers.
“Start strong, right?” Derek chuckles.
When they get in the elevator, Stiles starts wiggling around until Derek is now holding him up with his legs on either side of him, arms wrapped around his neck.
“I’m all for carrying a bride through the door, but I want to kiss a bit and this is more comfortable.” He smiled, getting one in return. He leaned forward and gently kissed his husband, sighing in contentment at the gentle kiss he received in return.
He barely notices the elevator stopping or them entering the loft, too distracted with Derek. He does notice the older man lowering him onto the bed in the middle of the floor.
“Hey, love.” Stiles grins up at him.
“Hey,” Derek gives him a small smile, leaning down and scenting him. “Guess we can actually say that now, huh?”
“What? That we love each other?” Stiles giggles when his beard tickles his neck. “I sure hope so. It would be a little weird if we didn’t.”
“I mean, there is that whole ‘fake-dating’ trope, right? At least, that’s what your browsing history indicates.” Derek chuckled at his scandalized look.
“Derbear, honey, no. You never look at a person's browsing history.”
“I accidentally closed out of a tab on your screen and went to pull it back up. The horror.” Derek teases.
“Oh shut up, I know how to utilize incognito mode when it matters.” Stiles huffed.
“Wait,” Derek pushed himself up until he was looming over him. “That was with you using incognito mode?”
“Do we really need to focus on that right now?” Stiles whined. “I was promised food and bed.”
“I’m honestly surprised that’s all you want,” Derek gave him another kiss before standing up. “Who was it that came to me and asked me to take his virginity?”
“Uh, me. Obviously. But that was cause I didn’t want to die.” Stiles pushed himself up. “And you should be honored, mister! You’re the only one I actually asked!”
“What do you mean ‘actually?’” He stopped turning to look at him with a dark look.
“Meaning, I told Scott in the locker room someone needed to sex me up and Danny jokingly offered.” Stiles shrugged, moving to grab a pillow to prop his foot up.
“Wait, he wasn’t serious? What’s wrong with him?” He growled.
“Awe, honeybunch, I love you getting defensive for me.” Stiles teased, grinning when he saw how red his husband's ears got. God, he would never get tired of calling him that. “But for now, I need you to feed me so you can ravage me all night long.”
“Why did I agree to marry you?” Derek sighs.
“Because I’m adorable and you love me.” Stiles grinned. “Which you haven’t said yet, by the way.”
“Stiles,” Derek turned around, looking at him seriously. “I don’t hate you.”
“Derek!” He laughed loudly, the other man chuckling as well. He sighed in contentment, slipping his eyes closed. He squeaked when the older man dropped down on top of him, giving him a quick kiss.
“I love you, Stiles.” Derek whispered.
“That’s it, there’s the cheese.” Stiles grinned, wrapping his arms around Derek. “Now just to tell everyone.”
“We tell Scott and Erica then they’ll handle it from there.” Derek kissed him one more time, getting up to go make food.
“Yeah, that’ll work.” He grinned.