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The Strongest Feelings
Chapter 7
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Deaton was very nice when Stiles flinched away the first time, when he hit him the second time, and tried to run the third time. By the fourth time, Derek had lost his temper and held Stiles down so the doctor could do what he had to do.
"We can still adopt!" Stiles cried.
"Stiles." Derek snapped.
"I'm serious! We can just have human kids!"
"Shut up!"
"We can raise them like wolves! Think about Remus and Romulus!" The teen cried.
"Just stay still, Stiles! He already numbed the area!"
"You're not getting a bug up your ass!" Stiles snapped. "I'd punch you if I could move!"
"Almost done." Deaton said calmly.
"Oh God, why?" Stiles said trying to get up again. He wasn't about this.
"Just relax!" Derek said, but Stiles ignored him. As of late Derek had been trying to stop using his power as much as he did when they first met. He remember sometimes how Stiles would feel after he used it. He always felt confused with a bit of bitterness, so the werewolf knew Stiles would rather just feel most of his emotions than have them stifled. Although, at any point and time if Derek sensed a panic attack coming on he would stop it, and at the moment he was about to because Stiles was about to scream.
"Done." Deaton said removing his gloves.
"Oh sweet baby Jesus, get me out of here!" Stiles yelled sitting up. Derek shook his head, but held onto his mate's shoulder, taking away the panic that was starting to constrict Stiles' chest until he'd managed to take it all away. Stiles stared up at him and he stared back. It was a silent conversation.
"Okay, and so you know you aren't allowed to have sex for a week now. Then after that you a free to try." Deaton explained.
"How long is the womb good for?" Derek asked.
"Upwards of six months. Although after six the success rate goes down."
Derek nodded turning to Stiles. "Ready?"
"I was born ready." Stiles stood up.
"How are those pills working for you, Stiles?" Deaton asked as they walked out.
"Great, I haven't had a dream since!" The teen smiled.
"Great." Deaton grinned back and waved as they left, but Derek stopped short and turned around.
"Deaton." Derek started, "Do you know anything about weddings?"
"I've been a best man, twice." Deaton nodded.
Derek sighed. It was hard talking to the doctor sometimes. "Have you ever lead one?"
"Once or twice, are you tow planning on having one?" Deaton asked innocently.
"Yeah, can you do it?"
"I can see if I'm free, what day will it be?"
Derek looked at Stiles and Stiles looked back at him. "We aren't sure…like…next week maybe?" Stiles shrugged.
"That's cutting it really close."
The couple stared at Deaton wondering how to respond or if he would. Stiles was about to say something smart, but then Deaton finally spoke again.
"I'll do it, but it won't be the best."
"I'm fine with that." Derek said grabbing Stiles wrist and pulling the teen outside.
"We still don't have a date!" Stiles said as he was pulled outside. "What about cake?"
"At a traditional wedding there isn't a cake."
Stiles managed to pull his hand free and stared at Derek in front of his jeep. "What do you mean no cake?" Stiles asked.
"I mean, a traditional wedding doesn't have a cake. Do you think werewolves just have cake laying around?" Derek hissed.
Stiles shook his head. "I want a cake. I don't care what else is involved with this, but I want a cake."
"Stiles…" Derek rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"And I want it to be chocolate."
"Stiles…"
"And I want it to have those chocolate swirl things around it. It doesn't have to be a white cake."
"Stiles, shu-"
"AND! I want to cut the cake together."
Derek opened his eyes and stared at his mate. "Excuse me?"
"You hear me." Stiles said putting his foot down. He then turned and got into his blue jeep. Derek stared after Stiles for a moment before he got in on the passenger side. They pulled out of the parking lot and Derek wasn't feeling quite right about what just happened. So to make himself feel better at the next stop light he grabbed Stiles' shirt collar and pulled him close, so close Stiles could feel the heat from his deep breathes as he let out a thick growl that seemed to rumble through both their bodies.
Stiles trembled a little, afraid because Derek never, or least he was pretty sure rarely, growled at him. So when Derek pressed his lips to Stiles, the teen's almost panic attack subsided quickly.
"Don't tell me what to do." Derek whispered before he let go of Stiles. "The light's green."
"Huh?" Stiles was dumbfounded.
"Light; green." Derek barked pointing to the signal light.
"Oh, oh right!" Stiles said stepping on the gas. Maybe…I don't…was that a good or bad thing?
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"Faster!" Derek barked watching as Isaac started to attack bunches of wood he had labeled as enemies. The elder werewolf was losing his patience's and wanted more than anything to just hit Isaac over the head with a blunt object until the boy learned how to fight for his life. It was beyond him how the teen managed to survive on his own with no training or guidance for so long. Scott, on the completely opposite side of things was gaining better control of himself alone than with help from Derek. It bothered the werewolf at times knowing deep down inside the truth. That Scott…might actually have what it takes to be an Alpha. Of course there was still the natural order of things. Derek was born, Scott was bitten; but that didn't matter if Scott became strong enough. So for now he'd let the boy learn on his own, only stepping in when absolutely needed. Then when he felt he needed more protection when the baby got here he would his mate's best friend to the pack. But not a moment sooner.
"Isaac!" Derek shouted.
"I'm. Trying!" The boy replied doing what Derek had instructed several times for him, yet he never seemed to get it correct.
Derek covered his eyes slightly when Isaac missed a step and fell flat on his face, the elder laughed before turning toward the house. He was done with the kid for today. I just hope my own kid can fight better than this… Derek thought as he entered his house.
Stiles was busy with Scott talking about wedding things so that left him alone with Isaac, despite his best efforts at trying to get Stiles to stay. The boy was too excited that a few days from now he would no longer be Stiles Stilinski, but instead Stiles Hale. That made Derek grin a little as he poured himself a glass of water.
Isaac entered the house slowly, peaking around the corner and watching Derek drink his water. When he pulled the cup from his lips Isaac cleared his throat.
"You can come in, Isaac." Derek said setting the glass down. The teen entered and looked around.
"You have a nice house." Isaac said keeping his eyes downcast.
"Stiles redecorated last weekend."
"How long have you known Stiles?"
Derek glanced at Isaac who was now looking up, but away from him. "Almost two years."
"Oooh." The teen nodded. "So how did you meat?"
Derek glared at Isaac, but the boy waited quietly for the answer.
"His father arrested me, the next time I saw him at the store."
"Really? Why did he arrest you?"
"Don't you have something to do?"
"No."
"Go find something." Derek said walking past Isaac. He wasn't interested in sharing his life story with Isaac. He was a pack member, but that didn't mean he had to share his life with him. Just like Scott, he held them responsible for protecting his family, and in turn they got respect from him. He didn't give anything else. Letting people in was always his problem.
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"Green and orange, finally offer!" Stiles said setting the two color swatches on the table. To that Scott nodded.
"Alright, this one is better than the last." Scott replied in agreement. The two boys were doing their best to make a color scheme for after the wedding ceremony which apparently would take place with only wolves…and Deaton…whatever Deaton was. After that they'd have an even smaller and quicker one for the humans and wolves, aka his father and Scott's mom, and then they'd have a small dinner at Derek's house. (Against Derek's wishes of course. He wasn't into having a lot of people over. The man was happiest with Stiles, and Stiles alone.)
"Alright, I'll go buy the paper plates and napkins…" Scott said scribbling down the colors. Scott was supporting his friend as best he could, despite the fact he thought they were still going kind of fast. Stiles swore that his father and Scott had secret meetings behind his back or something.
"Okay. And once we get the spot where the wolf part will take place I'll text you. Also Isaac is coming."
"The kid from the store?"
"Yup."
"Derek…is okay with him?"
"We talked about it…sort of."
"And he's not okay with me?"
"He thinks you're like a threat or something and you can grow on your own or something, blah, blah, blah. After a while I just kind of drown him out, ya know?" Stiles said standing and yawning.
"Whatever. So Issac, you, me, Derek, that guy…Deaton, and who else?"
"I think that's it. Then after that our parents and Allison, then a little party at Derek's. Nothing big. He doesn't like being around a lot of people." Stile said.
"Ha, Derek has dislikes." Scott said shaking his head. "Are we going out or something? Getting drunk?"
"I'm one step ahead of you." Stiles said reaching into his backpack and pulling out a bottle of tequila. "We, my friend, are going to get so hammered you're going to forget your name!"
Stiles popped the top and swallowed a huge gulp, and almost immediately regretted it. "Oh God!" He coughed, choking on the burn and horrible taste.
"Maybe we should do shots first, genius. Warm up a little." Scott said taking the bottle and going into the kitchen to retrieve shot glasses.
"Great, I'll call a stripper!" Stiles said heading over to the phone, as the burn hit his stomach. He froze like a deer caught in headlights and thought about what Derek was doing. He also thought about whether or not this was good for the womb. Then he shrugged. "Fuck it."
Scott came back in with two full shot glasses. He gave one to Stiles, they said cheers, and threw them back.
"Scott, I'm getting married man. My name is going to be Stiles Hale. Mr. Hale. Mister and Mister Hale." Stiles nodded with a sly grin. "Then we're having sex. Looooooots of sex."
"That's great Stiles." Scott said flopping into a chair.
"Looooots of sex. I'm going to be a whore for a week. Then have a baby. Then raise the fuck out of it. Then tell it not to have sex. Then get grandkids."
"Kids, ha." Scott said pouring another shot for himself and tossing it back. "Are you adopting?"
"No, no, no, Derek is going to impregnate me with some weird wolf stuff. I'm going to be a mommy." Stiles giggled.
"Are you already drunk?" Scott asked with a smirk.
"Nah." Stiles pulled his phone out and sat down. "I'm great." He pressed the first name in his phone, and waited.
"What?" Came Derek's voice from the other end.
"Heeyyyy, baby." Stiles laughed.
"Stiles, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about your ass." Stiles giggled again. Scott was cracking up in his chair, laughing at his friend's lack of control when drunk.
"Are you drunk?"
"Noooo." Stiles switched ears. "I wish I was, then I'd tell you how much I can't wait until we're alone because I'm going to blow you like a -"
"I'm coming to get you."
"What? No." Stiles cleared his throat. "I'm fine."
"I'll be there soon." The phone went dead and Stiles stared at Scott with his mouth agape.
"We gotta get outta here!" He stood quickly, but fell back into his chair. Being as light as he was drinking wasn't a good thing.
"I knew it; what is he coming over here now?" Scott asked standing and grabbing his friend's arms.
"Yes…yes…oh no." Stiles laughed and cried at the same time. "I have to make sure I cook dinner for my dad!"
"Stiles you're drunk."
"No I'm not!"
"You're wasted."
"Even better!" The teen laughed as Scott got him to his feet.
"Okay, listen to me. Hey!" Scott lightly tapped the sides of Stiles' face, but the teen pulled away from his friend and reached for the bottle. He brought the bottle to his lips again and downed a larger amount than the first time. The burn was just as strong, but the taste went down easier.
"How do people drink this?" Stiles coughed.
"In moderation; give me that!" Scott said snatching the bottle from his buddy.
"Come on Scott, this is all for you! You're…no wait, I'm getting married!" Stiles yelled just as Ms. McCall entered the house.
"Stiles?" She raised an eyebrow and both boys shut down at once. Scott opened his mouth then closed it.
"Is that a bottle of vodka?" She asked.
"Tequila." Stiles corrected and Scott punched him on the shoulder.
"Oh my God, you're not old enough to drink!"
"I mean, he is getting married soon!" Scott tried to clean the mess up.
"I don't care, I'm calling you father, Stiles. And you," Ms. McCall pointed to her son, "Upstairs to your room, now!" She reached for her cellphone and began to dial the number as the two teenagers complained.
"Mom, seriously, it's not that big of a deal!"
"What Scott said!" Stiles said hastily just as there was a knock at the front door. Ms. McCall eyed both the teens as she went to answer it.
"Oh…uh…Hello." She said a little taken aback. She had listen to Scott talked about him, heard Stiles call him names off all kinds, both good and bad, but she had never actually seen the man face to face. She never experienced his demander, which was both terrifying (From the news reports about him years back) and smoldering? He was a good looking man.
"Derek!" Stiles said happily walking up to Derek and swinging his arm around the older man's neck like they were just longtime friends.
"D-Derek." Ms. McCall repeated the name, although it was barely a whisper.
"I'm here to just pick him up." Derek said. "Good night."
"…right…good night." The woman said and with that Derek pulled Stiles with him into night, although it didn't take that much effort. The boy was clinging to him like glue and cheerfully giggling like a little school girl.
"Just get in the car Stiles…" Derek mumbled as he pushed his fiancé into the seat and buckled him in.
"Wait, wait, wait, what about the rest of the bottle?" Stiles said looking around frantically for it. Derek shook his head and shut the door before going around to his side and getting in. When they reached the Hale house Derek had lost all patience and proceeded to put Stiles over his shoulder and carry him upstairs to their bedroom. He removed all of the teen's clothes and pushed him in bed before he followed suit and got in bed as well.
Once the lights were out for the night Stiles leaned over and whispered softly into Derek's ear. "Do that thing you did with your tongue again. That was really…amazing."
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Stiles the next day was a complete mess. Thanks to his hangover he didn't leave his bed, although his father did call him and yell at him for a good hour as to why underage drinking is bad. He also told his son that if he wanted to be treated like an adult he was going to have to start acting like one. Of course this caused a slew of emotionally charged questions and comments that eventually turned into a small fight between father and son, but by the end of the conversation everything was back to normal again, or as normal as it was from before.
"How are you?" Derek asked from the threshold of the room.
"Sick."
"Good."
"Get away from me, sourwolf." Stiles said covering his head with his blanket. He didn't need more fighting; not when he was sick.
"Deaton called."
"Did he cancel?"
"He said he was inviting an Alpha from somewhere far away."
"Why?" Stiles groaned.
"I didn't ask."
Stiles groaned again louder.
"Get some rest." Derek shook his head closing the bedroom door.
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Stiles was nervous, more nervous than he had ever been in his entire life. More nervous than the time in 8th grade when the teacher said he might have to retake a placement test because he scored too high and everyone thought he cheated when he didn't. More nervous than the time he got up the nerve to try out for the lacrosse team. More nervous than the first time he talked to Derek when he was about to rip his throat out in the super market's parking lot.
If he could he would just run away with Derek and join the circus or something, but life wasn't that easy. Nothing was easy if you really wanted it.
Now, he stood at the edge of the forest waiting for Derek so they could take the deep trek into the woods to be with…werewolves…expect him. I'm human… Stiles thought and laughed nervously. He felt his chest tightening up and wondered if he was about to have a panic attack. He hadn't had one in so long, a full on panic attack, and it all felt foreign to him. He felt his knees begin to buckle and his vision grow blurry as his heart sped up and just before he was about to crack, and that train was about to run over his chest, Derek touched his shoulder from out of the blue.
That small touch stopped the train from coming, it gave his knees strength, and took away the spinning. Stiles took a deep breath and felt Derek's hand touch his jaw line, bringing to boy's face up so they could look into each other's eyes.
"I love you." Derek said softly.
"I love you too." Stiles replied in the same tone. Derek leant down and kissed Stiles once on the forehead, then the left and right cheek, before he kissed his lips softly. When they parted Stiles was a little shaken up, but in a good way, in a euphoric way.
Derek took Stiles hand without another word and they walked hand and hand through the forest. Stiles had no idea where they were going or how they were going to get there, but he trusted Derek to find their way, and what felt like no time at all, despite the fact it was a mile, they reached their destination.
Stiles looked around at the familiar and the unfamiliar faces in the small circle in the woods. Scott, Isaac, Dr. Deaton, and one tall man wearing sunglasses. He instantly made Stiles feel uneasy as he stood there with his cane. Derek sensed this and touched the nape of Stiles' neck, calming the boy down, causing all fear and panic to leave his body. All traces of it were gone, and what was left was the joy and happiness of their wedding.
"Welcome." Deaton said with a warm smile. He moved to let the couple into the center of the circle. "We will begin now."
Deaton picked up a wooden box from the ground and opened it removing a white and red ribbon which he began to tie around both Derek's and Stiles' arms and hands until they were completely bond together. He then reached in the box again and removed a vial, opened it, and sprinkled the contents over them.
"Are you ready to take this next step, Alpha Derek and Stiles?" Deaton asked.
"Yes." They both said in unison.
Deaton then reached into the box one more time and removed a knife. It was sharp at the tip, but blunt at the end, with little engravings along its shaft and handle. The doctor sprinkled some of the liquid over the blade before he took it to Stiles' arm.
"Wha-" Stiles started but Derek stopped him.
"It's okay." Derek said calmly to his mate, holding his hands tighter and without fear both of them watched as Deaton sliced Stile's arm open. He repeated the same to Derek's arm and then stood back, watching as the blood left from both bodies and intertwined on the ribbon.
Derek's cut closed up instantly, and just when Stiles thought that he would have to wait weeks before his would heal, his also did the same; closing up slowly but surely.
"It is done." Deaton said with a grin once both cuts were healed completely. He removed the ribbon and cleaned the blood away quickly from both arms.
"That's it?" Stiles asked looking at his arm.
"That's it." Deaton smiled. "A traditional wedding isn't very romantic in human standards, but it's very important in werewolf standards."
"Will I always be able to do this?"
"No."
"Jees…" Stiles said touching the fading scare.
"Stiles." Derek said softly and the teen looked up just in time for Derek to capture his mouth in a kiss. Everyone around them clapped happily, well, all but the man in the sunglasses.
The party started the long trek back toward the Hale house, Derek and Stiles both happy to have finally gotten married and able now to start their life together. Completely.
"Congrats, bro!" Scott said slapping Stiles' arm.
Derek glared at him, but didn't say anything, instead he moved swiftly down the path.
"Thanks, man!" Stiles punched his friend back. "I didn't know it was going to happen like that, you know?"
"Yeah, I thought you'd have to eat a lion's heart or something." Scott laughed.
"Now that is crazy." The shaded man said and both boys fell silent. Neither of them knew the man nor was Deaton close to introducing him to anyone by the looks of it.
When they reached the edge of the forest they group stopped shot right at the threshold.
"Very successful." Deaton grinned.
"Very much so, until next time." The man said and turned on his heels, walking away in a completely new direction without another word.
"Yo, Deaton who was that guy?" Stiles asked.
"He's a very powerful Alpha from another pack. It is a custom to have at least one wolf from another pack present; although not needed, it is recommended."
"Oh…okay…I guess…seems normal enough…as normal as all of this can be I guess…not really amazingly normal…"
"Move, Jesus." Derek said pushing Stiles out of the woods.
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The Hale was lit up from the outside. Since Derek had asked…well…more like demanded, that Stiles not host the party in his house; so Stiles and Scott decided to do it outside at dusk. They had another quick ceremony with an ordained priest in front of Stiles' family and friends and once it was over they sat down to eat amongst them. Although no longer than ten minutes into the event Derek had disappeared leaving Stiles outside alone with everyone. The teen noticed when they were about to make a toast. Stiles quickly got up to find Derek inside the house.
The werewolf was sitting in his living room flipping through channels on TV.
"Why are you in here?" Stiles asked, "We are about to make a toast and then cut the cake!"
"I'm not much of a crowd person. Also I can tell how everyone feels around me." Derek said without moving his head.
"What do you mean?"
"Your father, Scott's mother, Allison, and even Scott all have the same smell. It's…overbearing."
"…I didn't know…" Stiles shifted his weight a little unsure of what to do, but before he could come up with an idea Derek stood.
"Come on, I know how much you want to cut your cake." Derek sad and they walked outside where everyone was waiting. A toast or two was said before Derek and Stiles stood by their three layer chocolate wedding cake to cut it. Stiles smiled brighter than he had in the longest time as he ate some of his cake.
"Stiles, you're supposed to feed Derek!" Allison said pointing slightly. Stiles looked at his plate, then Derek who was casually staring at him. I know he's indifferent either way…but…cake…oh!
Stiles quickly grabbed another plate and cut another piece of cake. He then took off a bite size and held it up to Derek's mouth.
"Eat it, Sourwolf!" Stiles grinned and Derek smirked before he opened his mouth to taste the cake, which he admitted, was great. Everyone clapped and started to get up to each cut themselves a piece of the dessert.
"I'm ready for this to be over." Derek sighed.
"I thought wolves were social creatures." Stiles said as the couple sat at the table.
"Not me." Derek huffed.
Stiles stuck his tongue out at his husband…oh! Husband! Stiles smiled and laughed.
"What's so funny?" Derek asked opening a beer.
"You're my husband!" Stiles almost squealed.
Derek shook his head with a small grin. "And you're my mate."
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That night, surprising to both of them they didn't have sex. As a matter of fact Derek thought it would be best to wait until the full moon. No matter how much Stiles asked, bagged, pleaded, and licked Derek, the werewolf was in full want of not having sex.
"Come on."
"Full moon."
"Why?"
"It'll work better during a full moon."
"I don't believe you." Stiles said leaning in and kissing Derek's neck. "Besides Deaton didn't say anything about doing it during a full moon!"
Derek pushed him away, and frowned. "How about I cut you a piece of cake, instead?"
Stiles stared at his husband. "I am not a kid, and I want to have sex!" Wow, that is an extremely awkward sentence…Stiles thought as he leaned to kiss Derek on the lips, only to be denied again.
"It's only six days away."
"I thought we were planning on having the wedding on the full moon." Stiles huffed. I know I don't usually ask for it…but…I really want it tonight. This is what married couples do; they have sex.
"Are you really upset about it?"
"Derek look at my face!" Stiles pointed dramatically at his face and Derek shook his head. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm going to take a shower." Derek stood up ready to go upstairs.
"I'll join you."
"It's going to be a cold shower." Derek said bluntly. "Just…distract yourself."
"Distract…myself?" Stiles was angry now.
"Stiles…" Derek groaned before he lowered himself to be at eyelevel with sitting Stiles. "I love you, you know this. I just want everything to go right with this. The baby and everything. I have plans that I want to have done in order."
"Derek you can't plan a child, my dad told me that last night over the phone."
"You're dad doesn't know we're having a child, and not adopting so I assume he wouldn't know much about what's going on." Derek kissed the top of Stiles' head. "How about tonight, instead of sex I'll do something else for you."
"Like? Because I need to be sexed, I need to have sex, like, right now. This is technically our honeymoon."
"How about…" Derek pulled Stiles up from the chair. "I do that thing with my tongue you like so much."
Stiles eyes got really bright. "Yes!" He squeaked.
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Hello everyone!
Thank you sooo much for reading!
I have some news, as you might have noticed my updates have slowed quite a bit. I have 20 projects due in this month alone, so I'll be busy with that mostly.
I'll try to write when I can, but don't expect every 3 or 4 days an update. Sorry. ;;