Ficlet - One Season Following Another
Author: verucasalt123
Title: One Season Following Another
Rating: Teen & Up (for some curse words and a reference to sex)
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Derek, Stiles, Sheriff, pretty much the whole pack
Summary: Planning a wedding is more work than they thought it would be, but totally worth it.
Warnings: romance, future!fic, all of the feels, slash, marriage
Submission Type: ficlet
Word Count: 996
Prompt: Decision
Author's Notes: And I’m back to the fluff…also everyone is alive because reasons. Title obviously ripped off from Fiddler, on account of I’m a sucker for that show.
Of all the pack members who were coupled up, it’s unlikely anyone would have guessed Stiles and Derek would be the ones to get hitched first. Hell, Boyd and Erica had an eight month old son and still hadn’t gotten around to the whole marriage thing.
There were a few times during the whole process when Stiles wished he’d taken Lydia’s advice to hire a professional wedding planner (”I’d obviously do it myself if I had time”). It was absolutely exhausting, but Derek and Stiles both had no interest in a ten-minute courthouse ceremony. The first of their new pack to get married, both of them wanted a full ceremony and a reception and a first dance and all of those lovely parts that went along with a traditional wedding. Well, as traditional as they could get considering one groom was a werewolf and the other a human, as well as the wedding party consisting of various humans and supernatural creatures.
As the big day (as Scott had begun to refer to it) got closer, it seemed like there was never time for anything except choosing flowers and taste-testing cakes and sampling the work of different caterers.
They weren’t going to make it too formal - no assigned seats or demands of fancy clothes to be worn by the guests. Scott was their best man; Isaac, Boyd and Jackson would stand up for them as well. Stiles planned to ask Lydia to be their maid of honor, but he never got around to it because she’d already assumed that position.
Lydia couldn’t be around all the time, still working on another advanced degree at a university two hours away, but she did everything (except for the asking) that was related to the bridesmaids - Allison, Cora and Erica. They chose dresses over Skype, dutifully went to get measured and sent in their orders punctually. The engaged couple couldn’t be happier for all of the help Lydia supplied in this area. Clearly, neither of them knew anything about dresses or bouquets or matching manicures. It took a significant burden off Derek and Stiles while they chose suits, not tuxes, for themselves and their groomsmen. The only difference would be that Derek and Stiles would wear black ties and the other guys would wear charcoal ones.
Sometimes it felt a little overwhelming (okay, more than sometimes). There were so many questions, choices, decisions being thrown at them constantly.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t until a few weeks before their wedding date when Stiles brought up yet another issue to figure out.
“Have you thought about any kind of walking down the aisle procedure?” he asked Derek during a post-coital afterglow one night. It really had just occurred to Stiles. He’d never been to a same-sex wedding and wasn’t sure what the protocol was.
Derek scrunched up his nose. “Seriously? I thought since there was no bride, we could just ignore that part.”
Stiles nodded and replied, “Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. Sorry, just - nevermind, we don’t need to do that.”
However, if there was one thing Derek was better at than anyone else (well, maybe a tie with the Sheriff) it was being able to tell when Stiles didn’t really mean something he said, or was just trying to appease Derek by keeping his own desires buried. Honestly, it was a bad habit for both of them, and they’d been trying to break it, but it would probably take a while longer.
“You’re bullshitting me, Stiles. You don’t get to bullshit about our wedding. The only thing is, won’t it be weird if one of us is standing at the front and the other is getting walked down the aisle? I wouldn’t be comfortable with that, honestly. It seems like both of us would have to do it, and while you have an obvious candidate, I’m not exactly in the same situation.”
Stiles shook his head and tried not to laugh. “Derek Hale, are you kidding me? If you want to go traditional, with family, you could ask Peter. It’s been years since he’s caused any trouble more than mischievous pranks. But if you don’t know that Melissa sees you as a son just like the rest of us and would be thrilled to do it, you are blind.”
His cheeks flushing a bit, Derek had to admit Stiles was right. He didn’t think he could ask Peter; no matter how their relationship had improved there was still too much baggage between them. Melissa would say yes in a hot second, and Derek would be happy to have his almost-surrogate-mom with him in that moment.
By the day of the wedding, everything was set. To the sounds of Aaron Copland’s ‘Simple Gifts’, the groomsmen escorted the bridesmaids in their knee-length A-line dark blue dresses to the end of Stiles and Derek’s back yard. As a surprise, Lydia had them all wearing subtle orange cuff bracelets and when Stiles saw them he thought he might start to cry before the whole thing even got started.
They’d ended up flipping a coin to see who would walk down the aisle first, so Stiles gave Derek a firm nod and a wink before linking his arm with his father’s and making his way to where his friends were standing. Melissa, who was already a little teary-eyed, followed a moment later with her armed linked through Derek’s.
Once Melissa and the Sheriff sat down, the grooms took a minute to look at their family and friends gathered there to help them celebrate. Alan Deaton cleared his throat so they could begin (traditional language and vows; neither Stiles nor Derek considered trying to write their own). Deaton was qualified to perform the ceremony, because of course he was.
With everything they’d had to choose over the past few months, the one thing both Derek and Stiles were sure of was that exchanging those rings was the best decision either of them had ever made.
Title: One Season Following Another
Rating: Teen & Up (for some curse words and a reference to sex)
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Derek, Stiles, Sheriff, pretty much the whole pack
Summary: Planning a wedding is more work than they thought it would be, but totally worth it.
Warnings: romance, future!fic, all of the feels, slash, marriage
Submission Type: ficlet
Word Count: 996
Prompt: Decision
Author's Notes: And I’m back to the fluff…also everyone is alive because reasons. Title obviously ripped off from Fiddler, on account of I’m a sucker for that show.
Of all the pack members who were coupled up, it’s unlikely anyone would have guessed Stiles and Derek would be the ones to get hitched first. Hell, Boyd and Erica had an eight month old son and still hadn’t gotten around to the whole marriage thing.
There were a few times during the whole process when Stiles wished he’d taken Lydia’s advice to hire a professional wedding planner (”I’d obviously do it myself if I had time”). It was absolutely exhausting, but Derek and Stiles both had no interest in a ten-minute courthouse ceremony. The first of their new pack to get married, both of them wanted a full ceremony and a reception and a first dance and all of those lovely parts that went along with a traditional wedding. Well, as traditional as they could get considering one groom was a werewolf and the other a human, as well as the wedding party consisting of various humans and supernatural creatures.
As the big day (as Scott had begun to refer to it) got closer, it seemed like there was never time for anything except choosing flowers and taste-testing cakes and sampling the work of different caterers.
They weren’t going to make it too formal - no assigned seats or demands of fancy clothes to be worn by the guests. Scott was their best man; Isaac, Boyd and Jackson would stand up for them as well. Stiles planned to ask Lydia to be their maid of honor, but he never got around to it because she’d already assumed that position.
Lydia couldn’t be around all the time, still working on another advanced degree at a university two hours away, but she did everything (except for the asking) that was related to the bridesmaids - Allison, Cora and Erica. They chose dresses over Skype, dutifully went to get measured and sent in their orders punctually. The engaged couple couldn’t be happier for all of the help Lydia supplied in this area. Clearly, neither of them knew anything about dresses or bouquets or matching manicures. It took a significant burden off Derek and Stiles while they chose suits, not tuxes, for themselves and their groomsmen. The only difference would be that Derek and Stiles would wear black ties and the other guys would wear charcoal ones.
Sometimes it felt a little overwhelming (okay, more than sometimes). There were so many questions, choices, decisions being thrown at them constantly.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t until a few weeks before their wedding date when Stiles brought up yet another issue to figure out.
“Have you thought about any kind of walking down the aisle procedure?” he asked Derek during a post-coital afterglow one night. It really had just occurred to Stiles. He’d never been to a same-sex wedding and wasn’t sure what the protocol was.
Derek scrunched up his nose. “Seriously? I thought since there was no bride, we could just ignore that part.”
Stiles nodded and replied, “Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. Sorry, just - nevermind, we don’t need to do that.”
However, if there was one thing Derek was better at than anyone else (well, maybe a tie with the Sheriff) it was being able to tell when Stiles didn’t really mean something he said, or was just trying to appease Derek by keeping his own desires buried. Honestly, it was a bad habit for both of them, and they’d been trying to break it, but it would probably take a while longer.
“You’re bullshitting me, Stiles. You don’t get to bullshit about our wedding. The only thing is, won’t it be weird if one of us is standing at the front and the other is getting walked down the aisle? I wouldn’t be comfortable with that, honestly. It seems like both of us would have to do it, and while you have an obvious candidate, I’m not exactly in the same situation.”
Stiles shook his head and tried not to laugh. “Derek Hale, are you kidding me? If you want to go traditional, with family, you could ask Peter. It’s been years since he’s caused any trouble more than mischievous pranks. But if you don’t know that Melissa sees you as a son just like the rest of us and would be thrilled to do it, you are blind.”
His cheeks flushing a bit, Derek had to admit Stiles was right. He didn’t think he could ask Peter; no matter how their relationship had improved there was still too much baggage between them. Melissa would say yes in a hot second, and Derek would be happy to have his almost-surrogate-mom with him in that moment.
By the day of the wedding, everything was set. To the sounds of Aaron Copland’s ‘Simple Gifts’, the groomsmen escorted the bridesmaids in their knee-length A-line dark blue dresses to the end of Stiles and Derek’s back yard. As a surprise, Lydia had them all wearing subtle orange cuff bracelets and when Stiles saw them he thought he might start to cry before the whole thing even got started.
They’d ended up flipping a coin to see who would walk down the aisle first, so Stiles gave Derek a firm nod and a wink before linking his arm with his father’s and making his way to where his friends were standing. Melissa, who was already a little teary-eyed, followed a moment later with her armed linked through Derek’s.
Once Melissa and the Sheriff sat down, the grooms took a minute to look at their family and friends gathered there to help them celebrate. Alan Deaton cleared his throat so they could begin (traditional language and vows; neither Stiles nor Derek considered trying to write their own). Deaton was qualified to perform the ceremony, because of course he was.
With everything they’d had to choose over the past few months, the one thing both Derek and Stiles were sure of was that exchanging those rings was the best decision either of them had ever made.