"Where are we going?" Stiles finally asks, as soon as it matters, which is later than he's expecting. They've been on the road for half an hour already. The old Stiles would pester Derek every other second for information; the new Stiles is quiet, too quiet, too still. Derek notices, of course he does, but then, that's why they're leaving, isn't it. To try and get the old Stiles back. To give him a fucking break.
"To the coast," Derek says, reaching over to turn on the heat when he notices Stiles curled into himself on the seat, buried in his jacket, arms crossed around his torso. It shouldn't be cold; it's early October, and the air is still warm. Stiles shouldn't be cold, but he shouldn't be alive, either, so he has to take what he can get.
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Derek takes Stiles on a camping trip after the Nogitsune. Thereâs foraging, mushrooms, marshmallows, a near-death experience, and, eventually, healing.
24k, rated T
when sterek get married, they both cry when they say their vows.
derek tries to pretend he doesn't notice the moisture welling up in his eyes, at the same time as he's helping to brush away stiles' own tears. he leaves his hand there, cupping stiles' face, stroking his beaming cheek with his thumb as he gazes at him so tenderly, and listens as stiles makes it through his speech without completely losing it.
stiles grips his wrist with one hand and interlaces his fingers with the other one, so they're touching everywhere they can. nobody exists around them right now; not lydia officiating, not john in the front row, not melissa sniffing and blotting her own tears. all that matters is each other, and the last moments before they're joined together officially.
derek says his vows with a smile, soft and warm just for stiles, and stiles cries again, or maybe he never stopped. he can't believe he's here, with the person he loves most in the universe. all for him, all his own.
when the time comes for them to kiss, they don't break away for ages, too wrapped up in each other to care about anything else. derek kisses stiles hard, and stiles melts into him and clings to him and then they're making out and scott gags but all derek can feel is stiles' smile against his lips and stiles' fingers in his hair and stiles' body against his own.
his mate, his husband. his.
then there are speeches and hugs but still stiles and derek do not separate. their hands are always interlaced as they give one-armed hugs. derek's palm rests on stiles' back when he embraces his dad.
they cut the cake with derek's arms wrapped around stiles' waist from behind, nuzzling into his neck. they don't drink the champagne, wolfsbane-laced or not, because they want to remember this forever. when they're so utterly happy and together and each other's. their new rings match as well as their mating bites, and they can't stop staring down at their hands, staring into each other's eyes. can't stop looking at each other, loving each other.
their first dance seems to go on forever. they sway gently back and forth in each other's arms, stiles' arms wrapped around derek's neck and derek's wide palms enveloping stiles' waist. no space exists between them. their foreheads meet and stiles cups derek's head and they close their eyes and sway. they're in their own world again, and the air smells happy and warm and peaceful, and they never thought they'd get this. it's still so surreal.
their faces hurt from grinning and kissing and at some point they give up dancing entirely and just stand there hugging and rocking each other. pressed completely together, warm and solid against each other's bodies. i love you is not enough to encompass the magnitude of their affection, but they can't stop saying it anyway, over and over. each wondering how they ended up with someone so perfect for them, someone they fell in love with so completely, someone who, over the years, became everything.
"you're mine," stiles whispers against derek's mouth, smile still stretching it wide, and derek echoes the words back, tacking forever on at the end. it's not cheesy if it's true.
their noses are brushing and derek gives into his wolf and nuzzles, the wolf preening and happy with his mate forever by his side. stiles moves his hand to cup derek's neck, scenting him, and it makes the wolf want to roll around in the scent, smell like nothing else but him and stiles for the rest of time.
stiles kisses his forehead and leaves his lips there while derek burrows into his neck, and sits in the feeling of getting to have something he'd never even dreamed of. something that shouldn't be possible for him. but here, in his arms, always, is stiles, who loves him up to the moon and back.
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