Note: This is the 20th part of the “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series. To understand better what’s going on, we recommend reading the previous entries. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Scott McCall/Malia Tate (mentioned), Melissa McCall/Chris Argent, Sheriff Noah Stilinski, Jordan Parrish, Alan Deaton, original characters

Rating/category: supernatural, post-Teen Wolf, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, aged up characters, Spark Stiles, Magic Stiles, Emissary Stiles, Emissary in training Stiles, detective Stiles, matured Stiles, Alpha Derek, epic romance, love, magic, soulmates, Mate bond, Emissary bond, werewolves, emotions, near panic attack, friendship, wit, sarcasm, wedding, wedding night, smut, striptease, roleplay, ass play, oral sex, anal sex, rough sex, knotting, breeding, switch Derek, switch Stiles

Summary: The long-awaited day of the wedding finally arrives and is followed by a hot wedding night.

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures or edits and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

Credit: unknown artist

Home Is Where the Spark Is
By Just Jim & Useless-girl

20: The Wedding – Part 1

The following weeks after Zepar and Violet’s departure were indeed spent with some resting and focusing on the little Hale family and pack. The day of the wedding was drawing near as well, so Stiles divided his time between work at the Sheriff’s station, organizing the wedding, researching Nemetons and spending time with Beth and Derek. It was a lot to balance on his plate, but there were good moments that made it all worth it.

Like when he and Derek finally went to their cake tasting appointment and they ate so much cake that Stiles nearly puked at one point while Derek got turned on by watching him eat all the sweet goodness. It was an interesting situation for sure, which later at home led to a lot of belly rubs then hot lovemaking.

Because of the upcoming wedding, the “Nemeton project” (as Stiles started calling it) was pushed into the background. Although that didn't mean that the Spark didn't have a few dreams with the magical tree. They were usually the same – Stiles touching the stump with both hands after waking up nuzzled to wolf-Derek – and there wasn't too much urging behind the dreams, so it didn't become their priority.

Maybe in a way they were procrastinating the whole Nemeton project, since they both knew deep down that it was going to lead to yet another problem, something Stiles insisted on calling “adventure”. It had a nicer ring to it but adventures were exciting, this was mostly about surviving. And yet... Derek knew and as much as he wanted the life of family and kids and sitting on the porch with a book, he probably would get restless after a while. He hadn't had a month of peace since he had been sixteen. Too used to a life full of chaos and problems and survival to even know how to settle down fully. In all his traveling days, his focus had still been on helping others with supernatural problems, even when he had tried not to get involved. But, for now, he needed a break from it all.

The wedding was a good kind of break with small things to focus on that barely caused him any stress. Unlike Stiles who was becoming a nervous wreck the closer the wedding date got.

They had picked a cake, they had invited their guests, which were only a handful, arranged for a minister and even purchased some decorations even though Derek thought it wasn't needed because it was only them and their family. It had made Stiles happy though, so here Derek was, the day before the wedding, in the Stilinski garden to decorate.

There was a large table with a white table cloth and flower arrangement, a table to the side for drinks and the cake and whatever the thing was called they were supposed to get married under. Stiles was busy decorating that one with flowers.

They even had a 'dance floor' as his mate referred to it, which was the patio cleared of furniture and a small sound bar for Stiles' phone to connect to with music. The Hale wasn't nervous, he considered them married already, and since the guests were Melissa, Chris, Noah, Jordan, Scott, Deaton and their daughter of course, he didn’t dislike the idea of the social gathering. Besides, Stiles was nervous enough for the both of them.

"Are you going to sleep here tonight like a virgin bride?" Derek asked, clearly not agreeing with that idea. Stiles had made him watch wedding movies so he knew what to expect tradition-wise. Of course Derek had snarked throughout all the movies with comments, because he was all for romantic gestures, just not for romantic movies. And if asked, he'd deny laughing while watching 27 Dresses.

"Where? Under the wedding arch? Don't be stupid, Derek..." Stiles rolled his eyes after glimpsing at his mate then turned back to the arch to finish putting the last flowers to their perfect places. Of course, he knew the other meant the Stilinski house, but it was always good to pull Derek's leg a bit. Or a lot. For example, as revenge for all the mocking and sarcastic comments about the weddings in the movies he had made Derek watch some more with him.

"Although maybe I should stay in my old room to reminiscence on my past, feel like an independent man for the last time in my life because I become a married man under human law too..." he teased. "Keep myself clean before the ceremony. To cleanse my body, mind and soul before the big day with a ritual, perhaps..." he mused and placed the last white rose before he stepped back to admire his work.

He had to give it to Derek that as the big date was getting closer and Stiles' nerves and patience were stretching thinner, his wolf stepped up and got involved more in the preparations so Stiles wouldn't go batshit crazy with doing everything alone. Hell, even his dad helped with cleaning out the house for the big day – which was as rare as a white raven since Noah a) hated cleaning, b) usually didn't have much time for it next to work or fishing.

"There's no way you can cleanse yourself with your dirty mind." Derek was hanging up strings of little lanterns operating on solar energy so they had today and tomorrow to get the sun they needed to work in the evening. He glanced to his cheeky mate, knowing he wasn't serious with staying here, because the tone of voice had already betrayed him.

Early in the morning Derek had done the groceries for the big barbecue they had planned after the wedding. They had thought about catering but it wasn't them, so when Noah had suggested using the grill, as well as them ordering a few salads and pastas, they had readily agreed. It seemed like a perfect way to end a perfect day. Casual dinner with all of them together. And since Stiles had been so nervous, he had run a blank with making a list of foods, of course Derek had taken over.

"Also, shouldn't you be picking up our best man from the airport soon?" As in drive to San Francisco to get Scott McCall. Although Derek wondered if that was smart with how Stiles was as jittery as a butterfly. But Derek was supposed to get the cake, which honestly, he didn't think Stiles would manage without dropping it. He had dropped the flowers about a million times already.

"I can do it but I have to get the cake so I'll be late for Scott." Finally done with the string of lights, he fluently jumped off the ladder to give Stiles a kiss on the cheek. "The arch looks good, stop staring at it. It looks perfect."

"You really think so?" Stiles asked unnecessarily because he'd be able to tell if Derek tried to lie to him. Which he wasn't trying to do, so yeah, it was true. That made a big and somewhat shy smile blossom on the mole-dotted face as he turned into Derek's body for a hug. Deaton was right. When one of them moved, the other reacted too. Like now when he felt the strong arms around him in an instant. He loved that about them.

"The happiest day deserves the perfect decoration too," Stiles said. And frankly, most of his nervousness stemmed from wanting tomorrow to be perfect for both of them. But maybe a little bit more for Derek. To show him that doing the human way and traditions are worth it. And to make his dad happy too. And the few guests they had invited. And their daughter who was so excited to be both a flower girl and a 'bridesmaid' – although there wasn't really a bride in this case.

So much pressure! Stiles screamed internally, but took a few deep breaths, inhaling the grounding calmness radiating from his mate. Which was kinda annoying too at this point, because it appeared as if Derek didn't care about their wedding as much as Stiles did. But at the same time Stiles knew that it was stupid to think like that, because behind the gruff looks, he could sense that Derek liked helping out and preparing and be amused by the nervous wreck he was going to marry the following day...

"Oh damn! Scott!" That bit of information finally seemed to get through all the nerves. Without their best man the wedding wasn't going to be perfect... "I go pick him up and try not to break any speed limits, I promise!" he giggled nervously and rolled onto his tiptoes to give Derek a proper kiss under the arch. As if rehearsing the kiss for the ceremony.

Derek did care about the wedding and he had no idea Stiles thought he didn't. It was just that the human side of this was kind of a formality. It wasn't going to change anything for him. Now if there was going to be a huge happening with a church wedding and long lost relatives and a whole slew of people like in the movies, then he'd be sweating through his shirt right now. The thought of dancing in front of a room of mostly distant known faces, of being surrounded by unknown ones... yeah, that gave a nervous little flutter. But this? This was a nice way for them to celebrate them being together.

That nervous little giggle made him pull the human a little closer, wanting to instill some of his own calm onto Stiles. He kept saying it was just them, their day, nothing to be worried about but that didn't seem to land.

"Stiles, everything is set. I will finish up here, I will get the cake and the flowers for Beth to throw. Groceries are done and packed in the fridge here. We have our suits, you've got the music all picked out, we had our talk with the minister, we have our vows. My lawyer will be here to take the paperwork to file it all, so everything is done. Enjoy some time with Scott and I will see you both at the loft where the bed in the guestroom is ready for him to sleep in."

Their evening would be nicely quiet, catching up with Scott, put some alcohol in Stiles for those nerves. No sex because there was a lot planned for tomorrow night. Derek had a surprise for his mate when they are going to have the loft all to themselves with Beth staying with grandpa.

Not knowing anything about Derek's surprise, Stiles sighed loudly and melted more against his mate, absorbing his heat, presence and scent some more. He also felt a little calmer in those arms – like always when he was between them. Despite the hardships and sometimes tricky situations, he'd never trade having a mate to anything in the world. Stiles still thought that it was the best thing that had happened to him in his whole life. So no wonder he was so protective over Derek and their little family. Which will hopefully get bigger soon.

Stiles smiled against Derek's shirt a bit as he thought back at a conversation between them a couple of weeks ago. When his grumpy wolf declared that they were ready to expand their family with a little sister or brother for Beth. That put Stiles on cloud nine, because despite all the joking baby talk, he had a more and more serious longing to have a baby together with a surrogate in the foreseeable future. It's been on his mind for quite a while, but he understood that the timing was off and Derek usually shook the idea off with the same reasoning. But when would be there a good time for it when their life was about protecting a town crawling with supernaturals? So that's why when Derek finally 'caught his baby fever' too, the Spark was over the moon with happiness. And he most definitely didn't shed a few tears of happiness. Nah, that was Derek. Definitely.

Either way, that was another project to look into after the wedding and the honeymoon they were going to go to in a couple of days.

"Okay, okay, fiiiine! You're right. I'll try to chill a bit and enjoy our reunion with Scott..." the human gave in and stroked up and down on Derek's back before lifting his head from his chest to look at him. "You're the best, I swear. Now give me a kiss and send me on my way before I decide to stick to you for the rest of the day instead!"

"Rest of your life."

Derek did give him that demanded kiss though and swatted him on the ass, urging him to get going. Which was perfect timing because while Stiles drove off in his jeep, the Sheriff returned with Beth from the playground adventure. Stiles wasn't the only one excited about the wedding. Elizabeth had been nearly bouncing off the walls because of being a flower girl.

"Okay, I have to get to the station. We’re all good here?" Noah was already in uniform, no doubt having to arrange a few things since the man had taken the entire day and night off tomorrow to have Beth over so the lovebirds can have a wedding night without worrying about getting up early. Besides letting the dog out that was but Fenrir didn't seem to care much about their sexcapades, he was used to that by now.

The plan for a baby was going to ensure that with a toddler and a baby, there was no way they were going to get much time alone so they should get it while they could. Once the kids were older, then it wasn't going to be easier again. Probably. Depended on how many kids they were going for over the coming years.

"Yes, I'm going to get the last things with Beth. Thank you, for everything."

"Get some nerves out of that boy before tomorrow. No sugar, he's already behaving like he had about ten gallons of coffee," Noah clasped Derek on the shoulder with a fond crinkled smile, giving him a pat as if to say good luck. Yeah, it was no doubt needed. The older man went to his patrol car while Derek took his daughter. They had arrived with two cars this morning since they knew about Scott needing to be picked up. "Come on cub, time to get the cake."

"We eat cake now?" she perked up right away with a big beam. Which Derek should have known, she loved cake.

"That's for tomorrow but you can have a little something at the bakery." The promise made her grin wider. She was a good little girl, loved Stiles as her other daddy and accepted all these changes in her life with a happiness she certainly didn't get from her father but he was determined for her to keep for as long as possible.

***

Meanwhile the trip for Stiles to the airport was spent with thinking back on his past and the road that led Stiles and Derek to their wedding. It was long and bumpy more than once, but all in all, it was worth it. While listening to the music on the radio, he also thought about Scott and their friendship which loosened in the last few years, but was still kept alive by the occasional phone calls and emails. So when it came to picking a best man for both him and Derek, the only person Stiles could think of was Scott.

Maybe it was a bit sad that all those friends from the past were mostly gone, but a part of Stiles didn't mind it. Now he wasn't lonely and had everything he could want. The most gorgeous man for him, a beautiful daughter, their own home and a job with his dad in his hometown. It didn't mean he wouldn't be open to welcome some of those friends back or get new ones as their pack and alliances will have to expand in the future.

Right now Stiles thought their future with Derek was wide open and mostly bright. Even with the supernatural problems they had to deal with more often than not. The hardships they had gone through together – in the end – only strengthened their love and relationship. On the day before their wedding Stiles could say that they had a steady foundation and that they were there for each other to fall back on when needed. He considered the occasional fall backs natural. But in the end they were each other's anchors and the whirlwind that was their lives. Taking a moment of peace and happiness like this wedding was important because of that.

And although Stiles was nervous and maybe even a bit scared from this next step, he couldn't be happier with the man he chose to tie his life together with in every possible meaning. He was lucky, he knew. And he was lucky that he could celebrate their love with the people who mattered the most in their lives. Like Scott.

It's been a long while since they actually saw each other, but Stiles wouldn't have his wedding without Scott, whom he still considered his best friend. So when he popped the best man question to him and Scott said yes without hesitation, Stiles felt satisfied and giddy, starting to look forward to having his friend there.

The plane was delayed half an hour, but that gave Stiles enough time to find a parking lot and the right gate where he was waiting for Scott munching on a bag of M&Ms, tapping his feet on the floor impatiently. Yeah, he hated waiting around. But it was better than being late and making Scott wait for him.

Scott nearly came running out of the gate, because he was that eager to reunite with his best friend. Okay so maybe they weren't best friends anymore like they had been. The pack kind of fell apart during college and the True Alpha had remained where he had studied, since he was offered a good job as veterinarian there. At first he had thought he should have returned to Beacon Hills. As protector that was his job and he should have honored that, but Deaton had said it was okay and then Derek returned. So he was off the hook, could do what he wanted though he did really miss his mom. And Stiles.

"Dude!" Stiles was not easy to miss, and the alpha barreled over to him to envelop him into an eager hug. It was so weird that they were both grown up now, had gained way more hair and muscles, more tattoos too but Scott didn't add many inches. Being short was not a bad thing, it just sometimes sucked.

"I can't believe you're getting married, man! I mean, I always thought I'd be the first one. I'm so happy for you!" Scott beamed at Stiles, letting the hug linger before he pulled away. "You look... nervous. Like really nervous."

Stiles was hugging back Scott just as tight, not even caring that a few M&Ms dropped onto the floor and rolled around them – to the dismay of a few people passing them by with their luggage.

"I know, right?! It's surreal, man!" he wheezed out then chuckled just as nervously as he apparently looked. He probably smelled nervous too. "Thanks for coming and being happy for me. I'm happy too, but yeah, nervous as fuck as well..." he peeled himself out of the hug and stared at Scott with wide eyes. "I'm getting married tomorrow!" he said, that fact finally hitting him so hard that he had to sit down on a nearby bench and concentrate on his breathing not to get too shallow. Being so far from Derek didn't help either, because they were rarely apart and usually his mate's presence helped him stay calm.

Now the magic started stirring too, making the air smell a bit like ozone around him and he curled his fingers into fists to hide the small electric charges.

"Whoa! I'm getting married for real..." he wheezed, staring at the floor. And god no, no panic attacks please! Not now, not ever about this! And yet he was sitting there, his eyes darting to the black engagement ring on his finger, which started slightly changing colors to golden thanks to his control slipping a bit on the magic, making his body heat start to rise.

"Stiles? Hey, it's okay!"

Scott did his best not to sound too frantic, since he knew it wasn't like he had brought on this panic attack, it was the nerves. He'd probably have one if he was that nervous. It was like Stiles' heart was going to beat out of his chest in a few minutes. The young man was so out of his depth with this. Not the panic attacks but with the whole Derek and Stiles being an item. When that email had reached him of Stiles babbling on about amazing Derek, he had needed days to get used to it enough to reply. Sure, the two had always been so weird around one another so they all hadn't thought about it being more than Stiles being horny and seeing a pretty man. Not that Scott had seen Derek as pretty... it was Derek.

"That's an awesome ring. Is that the ring Derek proposed you with?" He went for distraction because he knew if Stiles was really in a full blown panic attack, then he shouldn't urge him to talk. "I don't even know how he proposed." Obviously Scott didn't care that they were on a bench near the gate, his suitcase thrown in front of the bench, him just out of the plane. Best men were supposed to do things like this, he totally got this.

For a few agonizing moments Stiles was afraid that bringing up the ring and proposal topics will make his panic attack worse. After all, those were very much connected to the getting married thing, but instead of a whine, a little surprised puff of air left him then he sucked some more air in than before as his mind jumped back in time to pull up the memories of that magical night.

"Oh... yeah... yes," he focused on his ring, the color switching between amber and black here and there, as if the ring couldn't decide which color it wanted to be. "It's a gimmick ring called Amber and Ashes or something... Derek thought it was the perfect ring because it's just so us," he started talking, each word coming a bit easier and his pulse was starting to slow too. "Ashes for Derek because of surviving the Hale fire and all the hardships he had to face, like... ya know, 'rising from the ashes'. And amber for me because my magic has that color. The funniest thing I just realize is that... it's fitting on another level too, because Derek as the ash and my familiar who stores a lot of magic is from where I rise with my magic – which, by the way, can take the shape of a phoenix! Like... duuuude! This is trippy! Huh! I'll have to tell him this!" Stiles' mouth hung open for a moment then he chuckled, realizing that his panic attack receded.

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