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As Stiles walked down the aisle, Parrish on his arm instead of his father, he thought about how far they’d come.
He and Derek had gone from sneaking around at night behind the Sheriff’s back to living together and to being married.
He wished his dad were here to see this.
Derek grinned at him from the end of the aisle, smiling at his groom, and his heat fluttered inside his chest.
They were rarely ever domestic, never found a reason to be.
Talia was officiating the ceremony.
Derek looked down at his feet as his face flushed red.
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When they said their vows, Derek talked about every significant moment in their relationship, whereas Stiles mentioned his favorite parts of it and exposed Derek as the giant softie he really was.
Everyone laughed at the funny parts, and Lydia was laughing so hard at one point that she fell out of her seat and Parrish had to help her back up.
They were cute together, Stiles had decided, and made sure that when he threw what they had scraped together as their bouquet at her.
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The reception was the best part.
Most couples choose a slow song for their first dance, but not Stiles and Derek.
They decided that their song would be Never Gonna Give You Up, and Isaac (when drunk enough) knows all the words.
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It was the most amazing wedding ever, and they were in love.