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It's two weeks later when Stiles is starring at himself through a mirror.
"You look amazing." Erica sighs as she runs her fingers through the prince's hair and carefully styles the brown locks.
"It's actually happening." he sighs as he stares.
"I can't believe it either."
... .. . . ...
Derek stares at his own reflection as he flattens out the black fabric of his coat.
"You barely even look like a commoner anymore." Isaac teases softly as he walks into the room when a box in his hands.
"Thank you. I think." Derek smiles slightly without looking away from the mirror.
"Sit."
"Why?"
"Just trust me."
.. ... . . .. . . ...
"You're like Prince Charming." the king states as he walks in shortly after Erica walks out.
"I'm nervous." Stiles admits after standing from his stool and looking at his full reflection.
"Aren't you excited? You're marrying Romeo."
"Juliet's never done this before." Stiles chuckles as he pulls on his sleeves slightly.
"Juliet's father hasn't ever done this either. I have something for you."
Stiles turns to find his father holding a sword.
"What is that?"
"It's a sword. A gift from Mr. Hale."
"Mr. Hale?" Stiles asks in shock before taking the sword carefully.
"And Derek's brothers."
"It's amazing." Stiles sighs out as he takes the sword from it casing.
"You should strap it to your trousers."
"...I should."
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
"...I'm proud of you." the king breathes out before pulling his son in for a tight hug.
. ... . . .. . . ...
"What are those?" Derek asks when Isaac pulls out a pair of epaulettes.
"They're a gift. From the King."
"The King?"
"He would be here himself, but he had to see to Stiles." Isaac sighs before walking over to place the pads on Derek's coat.
"What are these things?"
"They're special. Stiles' great grand father wore these to his wedding."
"Then why isn't Stiles wearing them? You'll see soon enough."
"Isaac?"
"Yes?"
"...it's really happening."
"Yeah."
"I'm getting married."
"And you're becoming King."
"...king..."
.. . .. . . .
"King." Stiles sighs after fastening the sword to himself.
"King." his father replies with a chuckle.
"Dad?"
"What is it?" the king asks when he notices his son's glossy eyes.
"...I wish Mom were here." the teen whispers before wiping away a stray year.
"She is here, Stiles."
"...physically I mean."
"...she's never too far away, Stiles. She watches over both of us."
The king stiffens when Stiles hugs him tightly.
"Dad?"
"Yes, Stiles?"
"I love you. You know that?"
"I do."
"Good."
.. . . .. . . .
"Isaac?"
"Yeah?"
"...we're brothers...right?"
"I guess so."
"Then this won't be weird?"
"What won't be weird?"
Isaac's question is answered when Derek pulls the younger boy into a tight hug.
"Thank you."
"...for what?" Isaac chuckles.
"For introducing him to me."
"But I didn't-"
"You did. Thank you."
"...your welcome, Derek. Good luck."
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When Derek stands at the alter, his hands behind his back and his body facing the back doors...he's a wreck.
He's scared, he's nervous, and he's giddy, and he's every other emotion.
His pack sits in the front door...but even that isn't enough to comfort him.
And when the organ starts playing and everyone stands...Derek gasps and looks up to the opened door with wide eyes.
... . . .. . . .
Stiles clings to his father's arm tightly as they walk down the aisle.
He has to think about every step just so that he doesn't trip and he has to remind himself to breathe.
And then...he sees him.
He sees Derek dressed in all black and he's suddenly...perfectly okay.
.. . . ...
The moment Derek's eyes fall on Stiles' all white form...he stands taller and he grins at his fiancé with pride.
Stiles.
His face was all Derek needed to see to know that everything would be okay.
.. . . ..
They don't ever break eye contact...not until Stiles' father hands over Stiles' hand to Derek before walking off to the side.
And through the ceremony, Derek stares at the prince with awe struck eyes.
And Stiles stares right back with a big smile.
When they finally say 'I Do'...everyone goes wild.
Derek's family cheers louder than everyone else, the King grins before laughing and hugging Isaac tightly, and Stiles Kisses Derek harder than he ever has before.
.. . . .. . . .
After their ceremony, Stiles and Derek don't leave the dance floor.
Derek keeps Stiles close to him and with every slow son, they sway more elegantly than any other couple.
And the newly wed couple shares not-so-secret kisses every chance they get.
Stiles is in heaven...and the moment they're told that it's time for them to board a carriage for their honey moon...Stiles swear he'd died and gone to the holy land.
... . . .. . . .
The trip to wherever it it they're going for two weeks is spent with Derek kissing the living daylights out of Stiles.
The empty carriage only holds the two of them and the driver can't see them, and so they take advantage of their resource.
Derek nips and kisses while Stiles pulls his husband closer.
"Genim Stilinski Hale." Derek mumbles between heated kisses.
"God I can't believe you're my husband." Stiles replies back with a sigh.
"It's about damn time."
"Remember when you said you couldn't wait for these two weeks?"
"Hm?"
"What exactly are you planning on doing?"
"So many things." Derek mutters before attacking the other's lips once more.
When they arrive, neither one bothers to look around; they stumble into the cabin they've been left at.
"Careful!" Stiles gasps when he hears something fall.
"Come on." Derek huffs after shutting the door and looking briefly at the house.
"Where?"
"Come on." Derek repeats with a smirk.
"...okay."
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They end up in a room somehow and it's only when Stiles in on back with Derek making a bruise on his neck that the reality of their current situation hits.
"Derek?"
"Hm?"
"Derek..." the prince whines softly before running his fingers over his husband's stubbled jaw and tugging gently.
"What's wrong?" Derek asks when he's pulled up.
"...I...I'm..."
Derek watches the younger male look away with bright cheeks.
"Stiles?"
"I'm not...experienced." Stiles finally mumbles out.
"...I didn't expect you to be."
Derek smiles slightly when the other boy glares up at him half heartedly.
"Why not?" the prince demands.
"You're...a prince. You've said that you've never been in a relationship before, I thought that included any sort of sexual relationship as well." Derek explains gently before reaching up to slick the former prince's hair away from his face.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you...experienced?"
"...I am." Derek admits softly.
"With...who?"
"...an Argent. It happened a long time ago. It means nothing now."
"You're not...pure."
"...no."
"...who was he?"
"She."
"It was a woman?" the former prince asks with wide eyes.
"...yes..."
"God, now I'm even more embarrassed."
"Why?" Derek chuckles before leaning down to pepper the prince's smooth chin with kisses.
"Because...what If I'm not goo?"
"Good?" Derek mumbles.
"I don't know what I'm doing."
"The very fact that it'll be you, Stiles, is good enough." Derek sighs softly.
"You're just saying that."
"Am I?"
"...yes."
... . . .. . . . . ...
Their night was spent fumbling cautiously and nervously as Derek deflowered the eighteen year old.
"Derek?" the younger of the two mumbles after they've settled in their bed.
Derek lays on his back, with Stiles draped over half of him. A warm pair of lips ghost their way over his chest while fingers run up and down his stomach.
"Hm?" Derek answers after letting out a yawn.
"Can I ask you something?"
"since when do you ask?"
Stiles smiles against his skin before sighing.
"When we get back...can we stay the way we are?"
"...what do you mean?"
"I want to be like you parents; I want to always be like this."
"...only if you promise me something."
"Anything."
"...you don't ever change. For anyone."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just promise me."
"...I promise."
"Good." Derek smiles slightly before leaning over to plant a firm kiss on Stiles' lips.
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The next two weeks are spent in a lust filled haze.
Stiles doesn't really remember a time when they weren't either in bed or in the kitchen.
And when they're finally on their way back to the castle...they're holding hands...just waiting for their lives to finally start.
"Stiles?" Derek asks at some point.
"Hm?" the now King turns to his husband with a wide smile.
"I love you." Derek grins as the carriage starts moving again.
"...I love you too, Derek."
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When they reach the kingdom, Stiles presses his face up against the window and waves at the children that rush to the street to watch the kings' horses and carriage.
Derek watches his husband chuckle and wave at the children before sighing and leaning back in his seat.
His life...was finally beginning.