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Stiles knows it’s not his special day. He knows today is about Scott and Kira. It’s a day specifically reserved for them and they love that’s more warm and gooey than freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, okay? He knows. He’s officially the best man but he and Lydia are trading off on the bride and groom and they’re fits of anxiety. He’s busy trying to locate Kira’s bouquet when he sees him.
Derek fucking Hale should not be allowed to wear a suit.
He really shouldn’t be swooning this much, it’s just a simple black suit. You know, that probably cost more than Stiles’ pays for his rent. He’s wearing it with a red shirt and a matching red tie, having got the memo that the whole pack was wearing red in honor of their alpha’s special day. It’s plain, simple, succinct, all-in-all very Derek Hale. The sight actually would have had secretly thrilled him because his crush on Derek was a very hard thing to tamp out. He was going on what? Six years now? Stiles is actually quite proud that he’s kept his feelings for Derek relatively under wraps. He has trained himself up against werewolf senses very well. So well that he knows he can mask his utter despair at seeing Braeden hanging off Derek’s arm.
He’d never really thought of Braeden as the type of girl that would be a knock out in a fancy dress, but then he thinks himself stupid for underestimating her in any way shape or form. She looks amazing and Stiles hates her for it. Her dress is dark green, dark enough that Stiles won’t get any satisfaction about her making everything look like Christmas. The fabric of her dress is shiny and billowy and the hem hovers around her ankles. The neckline of her dress was fairly low, but the back of her dress consisted of only straps until her low back. The fabric was pulled tight against her hips. The scars on her neck were worn like the latest accessory with her delicate diamond earring and her black heeled boots. Her hair was up in a simple twirl and her face was free of any significant. Stiles thought she had just upgraded from boss-ass-bitch to classy-boss-ass-bitch. He could respect her for that if she weren’t hanging on the arm of the werewolf he was in love with. Or even if he thought she wouldn’t hunt said werewolf for a given price she probably already had set in her head. Derek could do better (and, no he’s actually not referring to himself.)
So it might be his best friend’s wedding day, and he might have a hundred and one other places to be, and four times as many things to do, he’s going to stand here for a moment and indulge his bleeding heart damn it!
“Stiles.” Derek greets him and he jumps. He kind of pitched a fit in his mind and he hadn’t noticed them get so close.
“Hey.” He greets back and flinches because he sounded as weary as he feels. He starts talking to cover it up. “Well look at you Sourwolf. We got your family’s money back four years ago and I have never seen you wear something this fancy.” He looks over at Braeden. “Did you see her dress and go out to buy something equally as shnazzy?” He gives Braeden a knowing look and she smiles at him. It’s a your-bull-never-ceases-to-amaze-me smile but Stiles ignores it. “You look lovely it’s a good thing you’re a fighter because Lydia might loose it when she see’s you. Her bridesmaid dress doesn’t do her justice.” He confides in them and Derek’s chuckles softly. They’re standing in the hall outside the event room where the ceremony is to be held. It’s still early but only just; people are about to start arriving. Derek’s here early to greet the other alphas from the packs around Beacon Hills. There are five alphas with their mates and one guest coming. They’re the only reason Derek’s not actually in the wedding, but he convinced Scott that if anyone should be in the crowd watching over the other packs it should be the Hales. Cora even came out of hiding just for the occasion. Stiles spots the bouquet on a chair in the first row.
“Haha! Wait here just a sec.” He jogs out to retrieve the flowers and then heads back. Kira’s bouquet it made up of red roses and white calla lilies and the stems were wrapped in white and red ribbon.
“I don’t know who thought it would be a good idea to leave this out there.” Stiles sighs. He looks at Derek again and his eyes catch on Derek’s tie. “You’re gonna have to let me fix that.” He says pointing at the tie.
“What’s wrong with it?” Derek actually sounds affronted and Stiles laughs touching his own red tie. “Trinity tie.” Instead of there being one knot there were three of them that interlocked. “All the pack men are wearing them.” Says in a joking voice even though it’s true.
“Like the Triskelion.”
“Exactly. We thought it was funny yet meaningful. I’ve tied everyone else’s, if you meet me at Scotts dressing room I’ll do yours too.” Derek nods at him.
“When are you going to finish getting ready?” Braeden asks him. Stiles has the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows and his jacket is back where Scott and the rest of the groomsmen are getting ready so he’s only got on the red waist coat.
“I’m just missing the jacket.” Stiles says miffed.
“Have you looked at you hair?” Derek says with a smile.
“No.” Stiles admits. “Is it bed-head-bad or done-time-at-Eichen-house-bad?”
“Eichen house.”
“So then it’s perfect for me. I’ve got a reputation to uphold you know.” Derek is about to respond when Malia walks up to them.
“Stiles, Kira needs you.” Time-out’s over then.
“It’s okay I found the bouquet.”
“She’s kind of panicking. Not about the flowers either.”
“You didn’t leave her alone did you?” He says suddenly alarmed.
“No, Rowan’s there but she was on the phone arguing with the DJ because he’s running late and she still doesn’t approve of the guy they chose.” Stiles puffs out a little breath of air.
“Okay have you seen–?”
“STILES!” Lydia is stomping up the group with Isaac in tow. Geez, Stiles hadn’t even had to speak its name before she appeared.
“Yes not-bridezilla?” She stops in front of him and gives him a look that says ‘You’re not funny, try it again and I will rip your head from your body.’ She still looks beautiful.
“Scott is asking for his vows again.” Stiles digs the paper with Scott’s vows out of his pocket. She reaches for it but Stiles pulls back.
“No more changing them.” Stiles tells her sternly before relinquishing the vows. “His head might explode if anything else changes.”
“As if I have time for that.” She says, promptly shoving the vows at Isaac. He takes them carefully so as not to damage them. “The cake is here and I refuse to let them move it without supervision.” She turns to leave but her gaze falls on Braeden. She somehow simultaneously purses her lips and smiles. It’s a chilling sight. “Braeden, don’t you look lovely. She stomps off again her heels clacking with every step.
“Peter is here.” Isaac tells Derek. “He’s terrorizing the Groom. Please help.”
“Stiles, Kira.” Malia presses again. Stiles nods to Derek and Isaac.
“I’ll be over there after I see what’s up with Kira.” Stiles says handing the bouquet to Malia and taking the lead back to the dressing room. He and Malia leave for Kira’s room. Behind him he hears Braeden say, “So can it kick with the boys or should I set off in search of the open bar?” Everyone laughs but she doesn’t let go of Derek’s arm. Stiles certainly doesn’t care.
“Oooh, but what if I mess up or fall or I don’t know! Something’s bound to go wrong in front of the alphas. I’m so nervous.” Kira was on the verge of hyperventilating. She’s all ready now. Her make up was being finished when Stiles left and when that was done she only had to get the dress on. Rowan and Malia must’ve helped her into it while he was hunting down the bouquet.
“Yeah we know. We can smell it.” Malia says unhelpfully from her place on the couch. She’s fidgeting in her red bridesmaids dress. Luckily it was a floor length dress (Malia didn’t wear dresses for a reason; she had a habit of being horribly unladylike.) As it is Stiles just glares at until she goes to the other end of the room to find more champagne and while that may be a win right now, he’s going to regret letting her drink later on. He turns back to Kira.
“Okay sweetie you need to calm down.” He says slowly.
“I know.” She says shaking her head.
“I know it’s stressful with the other alphas here but honey when it comes down to it, it’s just you and Scott today and no one else matters.” She takes a deep breath and shoots him a grateful smile. She’s not all the way calmed down yet though, so Stiles keeps talking. “Besides have you looked at yourself lately? If Scott wasn’t my best friend I think I’d steal you away.”
“If not for Isaac, you’d have to fight me for her.” Rowan says, having finally said her piece to the DJ and rejoining the wonderful world of wedding. Stiles takes Kira and leads her over to the mirror.
“Look at you.” She does. Her hair is pinned in a bundle, it swoops off to one side of her head and then curls around to the center. Someone curled her hair so that every curl was perfect and there is a rose fashioned on the side as well. She looks flawless. Not a hair out of place. The make up she had done makes her look like the alphas mate. Her eyes were covered in a bright red eyeshadow the covered the whole tops of her eyes lid heavily and a little below as well. It was a lighter color where it was extended out to the sides of her face too so that it made light but extensive cat eyes. Someone must have added a shimmer to it too. Kira lips were painted a matching red. She looked positively regal. She had such a strong and beautiful face she found just the dress to match it. The dress had an extensive lace collar that hugged Kira’s skin beautifully. It wrapped around her neck and then out as far as her shoulders. The back was open around her shoulder blades but the lace quickly came back into cover it up again. The solid white fabric didn’t start until her chest and there the lace and the fabric merge together. The dress hugs her so closely Stiles would think it’d be uncomfortable but she seems okay on the mobility front. It hugs her hips and then hangs straight down to the ground, the back pooling elegantly. “You look like the alphas mate. You look like Fricken royalty.” She smiles shyly. “I mean it! I’m going to make you paint your face like Queen Amidala sometime because I think you could do her justice. I mean it you are drop-dead gorgeous. Seriously if you flash your Kitsune eyes at me I might die right here.” He’s pulled her out of her shell now and she actually does flash her eyes at him. He clutches he chest and steps back and she giggles. Malia rolls her eyes. “See? You are going to be fine. Scott the one you should be worried about. He’s going to take one look at you and his brain is going to turn back into the mush it was when we were sophomores and he was newly bitten.” She laughs again.
“Okay, okay.” She nods and sits down.
“Do you want to put your shoes on?” Rowan asks. Kira nods at her. Rowan grabs a box and kneels down. Kira’s heels are open toed and the whole tops off them are sheer red embroidered with flowers. They go all the way up her ankles.
“Can you find my mom for me?” Kira asks Stiles.
“Sure thing sweetie.” He kisses her head. “Make sure they take care of you.” He says shooting a look at the other two girls. Malia looks unimpressed, and Rowan gives him a salute before helping Kira to her feet so she can practice walking.
Stiles goes by the ball room where the reception will be held looking for Lydia. She’s at the cake table fussing around making things look perfect.
“Lyds, have you seen Mrs. Yukimura?”
“She was around a moment ago.” Lydia says grabbing a glass from one of the nearby tables to help her twist the napkins into a spiral.
“Can you find her and send her Kira’s way?”
“Yes, are you going to Scott’s room?”
“Yes.”
“Okay I will be there in a while. A few people have started arriving, we need one of the Hale on stand by to greet the alphas and their pack members. Not Peter.” She adds quickly.
“Okay. I’ll send Derek out.”
She nods and they part ways again.
Scott’s dressing room is full of equal an amount of anxiety as Kira’s and Stiles doesn’t have to be a werewolf to know it. Scott’s sitting in a corner and studying his vows. Stiles is going to have to fix that but Derek need to be out there, like right now.
“There’s the maid of honor!” Peter says jovially when he sees Stiles. He’s sitting in one of the chairs drinking wine and Stiles cringes at the similarity between Malia and Peter. Stiles rolls his eyes but doesn’t otherwise comment. He gestures at Derek, “Stand up.”
Derek does and Stiles undoes the tie he’s already tied. “Lydia says people are starting to show up and we need you out there when the alphas arrive okay?” Derek nods. Stiles is adjusting the tie so he can tie it right. Derek’s tie is a little thicker than the silky red ones the groomsmen are wearing but not thick enough to cause a problem. “Have you seen Cora?”
“She called me before I got here and said she was on her way. She should be here soon.” Stiles can feel the vibration of Derek’s words on his fingers as he works through the knot. It makes him shudder.
“Okay, take Peter with you too.”
“I didn’t say I would go.” Peter says. Stiles levels him a glare.
“Did it sound like I was asking?”
“Why don’t I get a fancy tie knot?” Peter says instead.
“You know why.” Stiles says tucking the end of tie out of sight. He tightens the knot and smoothens Derek’s collar down. His hands rest on Derek’s chest a moment to long and Stiles spins around to avoid his problems.
“Alright you’re good. Hales out!” He shoos them out of the room and turns his attention to Scott. “Hey buddy.”
Scott looks up at him and he’s a bit wild eyed. Stiles smiles sympathetically.
“You guys are so cute.”
“She’s freaking out too.”
“Yeah, but it only takes the thought of you at the end of the isle to calm her down.” Even after all these years Scott still smiles like a fool and turns a little pink at the thought of Kira loving him as much as he loves her.
“It’s almost time.” Scotts says anxiously.
“That’s right.”
“She’s gonna be my wife.” Scott says in awe.
“Yeah she is.” Stiles laughs putting an arm around his best friend. “Now smile! It’s the best day of you’re life. No disasters, no secrets, just you and Kira, okay?”
“Gosh I keep forgetting. Everyone here knows.” Scott wasn’t close to much of his other family and they were keeping the wedding smallish so they had decided to tell his dad the truth finally. That meant that everyone at the ceremony would be privy to the secrets of the supernatural. The rest of their friends and family were invited to the reception.
“Well at least through the ceremony, but I promise no drama today.”
“Not even Derek drama?” Scott asks playfully and raising a knowing brow. Stiles puffs put his breath.
“If it weren’t your wedding day I would hurt you. You swore to me you wouldn’t speak of it. Ever. You swore on the power that makes you a true alpha!”
“You have a thing for Derek?” Liam asks curiously. Stiles gives him a glare, the one he reserves especially for werewolves who use their hearing to listen to conversation they weren’t invited to.
“No.” Stiles says defiantly even if everyone can hear the lie in the stutter of his heart. He doesn’t bother trying to hide it. He’s thankful that Scott and Kira’s rooms were were-proof and no one else can hear them except the Groomsmen. Isaac is politely ignoring them. Rowan told him about Stiles’ crush on Derek because Isaac thought Stiles and Ro were together at one point in time, so this isn’t news to him. Stiles glares at Scott who is not trying hard enough to hide his smile.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Says, the sarcasm coming easily. There’s a knock on the door and Stiles gets up to answer it. Melissa and Raphael are there and he lets them in.
“We only stopped by real quick, we left John alone and the first alphas already here so we’ve gotta get back.” She looks like she’s going to cry as she steps up and kisses him on the forehead. “Oh, my baby boy.” Raphael steps up next to Stiles.
“Which ones are werewolves again?”
“Everyone but Stiles, Lydia and Kira.” Isaac says having heard him easily. Raphael flushes but Stiles reminds him patiently. “Kira and her mother are Kitsune, Lydia is a Banshee. ”
“And who’s the Kanima?”
“There’s no Kanima anymore. Jackson is just a wolf now. I wonder if he’s here yet.”
Scott’s parent’s gush some more before they leave. Lydia comes by to tell them it’s almost time and she yells because Scott isn’t totally ready. Stiles ties his tie and tucks it into his white waist coat. The waistcoat has a wolf embroidered on it in red that’s only just visibly when they add the jacket. Scotts jacket and his pants are all white. His tie is red and his shoes are white. Him and Kira are going to look so fucking badass. Stiles picks up the boutonniere and pins it to Scotts lapels before making a face.
“What’s wrong?”
“You look like President Snow.” Stiles whines.
“Who?”
“Hunger Games?”
“Uhh…”
“Forget about it.” He leans forward and takes the rose back glaring at it. “I’ll make one from the Calla Lilies before the pictures.” He says.
Stiles tries to tame his hair a bit, but he’s only mildly successful. He straightens out his sleeves and pulls on his jacket. He checks and makes sure he has the ring and the back up copy of Scott’s vows. He also has one of Scott’s old inhalers. It’s bee forever since he’s needed it but Stiles always worries he’s going to need it and not have it. Him, Liam, and Isaac are Scott’s groomsmen while Lydia, Malia, and Rowan are Kira’s bridesmaids. Stiles still thinks it’s sad that the Hales aren’t in the wedding; they’re a huge part of the pack. To late now Stiles thinks as he ushers Scott outside. There’s still about forty minutes until the Ceremony is supposed to start. Isaac and Liam dutifully take Scott out to where they’re taking pictures while Stiles sets out to find a flower that doesn’t make his friend look like a murdering capitol tyrant.
He ends up in the main hall where he stashed his emergency wedding disaster kit. Its under the table next to where the Hales are standing.
“Cora! Good to see you.” Stiles greets her and she gives him a hug. She’s wearing simple dress that fits her figure but doesn’t hug it, and the fabric is a silky orange and red print. Her color balances out Peter who is in all black.
“What are you doing here? Lydia said Scott was taking his pictures now. She just went by looking for you.”
“She’ll have to come back this way then. Cover me.” He said and Cora does, stepping between him and the doorway as he ducks under the table to grab his bag. He pulls back makes Derek step sideways so no one can see the small table. It’s got a vase of Roses and Calla lilies. He and Lydia practically covered this place with the flowers, so they’re everywhere. Thank goodness. He pulls a calla lily from the vase and rummages in his bag until he finds scissors.
“What are you doing?” Derek asks turning his head to watch as Stiles cuts the rose free of the ribbon wrapped around the stem.
“Boutonniere disaster. Our alpha looked like President Snow.” Cora chuckles. Stiles cuts down the calla lily and pulls a few petals from the rose so it fit better against the calla lily. He digs until he finds the red twine he’d brought. He makes short work of knotting it around the stems and tying it off. He has more of the pins with him too, ones that have little red pearls on the bottom and he covers the edge of the stems with those.
“I can’t believe you just made that.” Cora says.
“Or that you had all the stuff to make it.” Says Derek.
“Always prepared.” Stiles mutters stashing the bag and its contents back under the table.
“How are things out here?” he asks.
“Boring.” Peter whines.
“Alpha Don Kittredge and his wife Geraldine are here with their daughter, and Alpha Tallulah Farrow is here with a couple of her betas. We’re still expecting Alphas Zuliani, Rosner, and Stein.”
“Sounds like a law firm.” Stiles says and both Peter and Cora laugh, Derek just shakes his head and smiles.
“Stiles!” Lydia calls.
“There it is.” That was half the reason he’d been hanging around.
“Where have you been?” She spies the flower in his hands. “Did you just redo that? It’s gorgeous. It’s check time.” She tells him. She’s got a giant clutch in her hands and Stiles thinks it would be nice to not have so much shit in his pockets.
“Ring.” She says holding up her black ring box.
“Check.” Stiles says pulling out his ring box.
“Ash.”
“Check. Wolfsbane.”
“Check. Vows.”
“Check. We good here?”
“Kira’s Katana?”
“Behind the alter.”
“Deaton and Morrell?”
“Waiting where they should be.”
“How many alphas?”
“Two out of five. Derek send us both a text once they’ve all arrived.” He nods.
“Get that to the groom and get the fucking pictures taken. Have you got the–”
“Lens? I have the spare in my bag but I checked with the photographer and he’s got one and Liam and me tested it earlier. It works it’s fine.” Deaton had worked with to make a lens that could take pictures of were wolves and Kitsune without all of the supernatural showing. They were taking unfiltered photos of Kira too though because it was really cool how you could see her fox. Has Kira eaten?”
“Yes, little stuff but yes. Now she freaking out about her make up, she doesn’t want to ruin it when she cries.”
“She can’t it’s all water-proof I made sure. Tell her it was Stiles tested a watched a buch of tear jerkers and that ones the one that stayed on through the crocodile tears.” Lydia nods and then leaves.
“Did you actually test her makeup?” Cora asks.
“Yup.”
“Why?”
“Someone had to and I got a funny story out of it. Alright I gotta go.” He waves to the group.
Scott and all the groomsmen take pictures. They don’t take an excessive amount because there will be more with the whole pack after the ceremony. He gets the text from Derek that all the alphas have arrived. It’s starting to get dark outside. It’s time for the ceremony.
They’re in the hall out side the room waiting for Lydia’s cue for them to go in. Scott is shaking in excitement. He keeps smiling at Stiles and Stiles claps him on the back and he smiles back.
Scott peeks into the room. The alphas are lined along the edges of the isle because they will actually consent to the alphas marriage. Another down side of being the Alpha, especially the one that takes over after the Hales. Scott has done a great job of keeping the peace though. Derek sitting in the back on the isle by himself. Cora and Peter have taken their spot at the front and his seat is left empty. Scott sighs when he notices.
“He should be in the ceremony.” Stiles nods his agreement. Lydia is running around doing her last minute checks but Stiles knows she won’t be opposed to this. He runs around the corner where Kira and the other bridesmaids are waiting until Scott walks inside. He gives Malia hurried whispered instructions and then goes back to Scott just as Lydia is coming up to them. She handed Scott a rose that Deaton had carved some spell work into. Kira had one just like it that she would be holding along with her bouquet.
“Alright it’s time. Go, go, go.” The doors are opened all the way. The instrumental version of Florence + the Machine’s Cosmic Love is playing. Stiles was the one that suggested the song and he felt rather proud that he was the one that they used it. He followed three steps behind Scott as they walked in at a leisurely pace. The runner for the carpet was red and it led up to a small raised platform just big enough for two druids and the happy couple.
Scott walked up the two steps and Stiles stood on the step directly below him. A great big archway made if branches arched around the alter and was draped in red sheer. The rest of the room was white and the room was only lit by candlelight that reflected off the high windows. Malia and Liam walked through first. And parted ways. Liam was at the end of the line of groomsmen and Stiles smiled knowingly when he left room for three more instead of two. Isaac and Ro came next, they were beaming and Stiles was considering which one of them was going to cry first. Lydia came through last. When she veered to the side a bit to collet Derek, Stiles smiled because Malia had delivered his message. Derek looked uncomfortable and touched all at once. Of course he didn’t fight Lydia only stood and walked the rest of the way down the isle with her. If Derek had been wearing a slightly different suit one might think this had been the plan all along. I wasn’t, but the excited puppy-dog look he got from Scott told Stiles it was the right thing to do. Derek took his place beside Stiles and Lydia took her place with the other bridesmaids. Derek bumps Stiles’ elbow and Stiles’ looks back at him smirking. ‘Thank you.’ Derek mouths at him and Stiles nods. They both look back down the isle because there’s only one lady left.
Kira and her father appear at the door at the end of the isle and everyone stands. Lydia had it timed to the song perfectly, so the lull of the harp hits right upon Kira’s arrival and the heartbeat drum starts as Kira and her father are halfway down the isle. Scott looks like he might break apart into a thousand pieces because he’s wearing his heart right in his eyes where everyone can see. He is utterly transfixed by the woman he loves and Kira is looking at him the same way. She kisses her dad in both cheeks and he sit down as she joins Scott at the alter. The song fades. Deaton and Morrell step up from behind the alter, Morrell on Scott’s side and Deaton on Kira’s the crowd sits down again.
“Today we are gathered to witness the forging of a new bond.” Deaton begins, his voice ringing loud and clear.
“Today a child of the moon and a child of Inari will be bonded for the rest of their lives upon this planet.” Morrell takes up speaking. Her and Deaton speak interchangeably sometimes and it’s really quite impressive.
“Are there any objections?” Stiles looks around. No one moves. Deaton nods.
“Would the chosen parent of the bride and groom please stand.” On Kira’s side her mother stands up and steps forward to be in line with her daughter only two steps down. Melissa gets up and does the same on Scott’s side. Raphael had taken it in great stride that Scott has chosen Melissa over him. He really couldn’t blame Scott.
“Melissa McCall, Kira extends to you a rose.” Deaton says. “This rose symbolizes the love and the good fortune she wishes to bring to you and your family. Will you accept it and in doing so give your blessing for Kira to become part of your sons life and your own family?”
“I will.” Kira hold out the rose etched in spell work and Melissa takes it from her.
“Noshiko Yukimura, Scott extends to you a rose.” Morrell says mirroring her brother. “This rose symbolizes the love and the good fortune he wishes to bring to you and your family. Will you accept it and in doing so, give your blessing for Scott to become part of your daughters life and your own family?” There’s an uncomfortable pause.
“I will.” Scott smiles and holds out his rose to her. She takes it and her and Melissa kiss each other on both cheek before sitting down again.
“The bride and groom will now trade rings that will forever be a symbol of the vows and promises the exchange today.” Kira turns to Lydia who takes her bouquet and provides the ring for her. Stiles does the same for Scott opening the box for Scott to pick Kira’s ring out. Scott and Kira turn back and Morrell addresses Scott first.
“Scott McCall do you take Kira Yukimura to be your wife, your love and your mate.”
“I do.”
“Please present her with your ring.”
“We have both been given great gifts beyond what mankind is capable of.” Scott says to Kira. “But only love has given us wings. Our journey in the sky begins today and I promise that wherever the wind may carry me, I will stand at your side as your Husband. Take this ring as a sign of my love and the journey it will allow us to embark upon.” Kira nods and he slips the ring onto her finger.
“Kira Yukimura,” Deaton prompts. “Do you take Scott McCall to be you husband, your love, and your mate?”
“I do.”
“Please present him with your ring.”
“Scott, we have already, and will again weather great burdens as well as loss. Whatever we have to face though, I know we will face it together as two parts of the same whole. With this ring I give to you all that I am, and all that I will be. With this ring I promise to place my love for you so deep in my heart that you will be with me always.” Scott looks teary eyed as she slips the ring onto his finger.
“Scott,” Morrell says to him. “As the alpha of your pack do you promise that your love for Kira won’t corrupt your ability to lead your pack?”
“I do.”
“Kira,” Deaton looks at her. “As the Alpha Scott has a duty to protect and watch over the pack gathered here today. Do you swear, as Scotts mate, to look after his pack as if it were your own?”
“I do.”
“Scott, your pack is young and your pack is healthy. It may not always be so. Do you promise that no matter what happens to your pack, that Kira will always have a place in you life?”
“I do.”
“To the pack in question, do you accept this union and trust in their promises?” Stiles, as Scotts first ever pack member had the honor of speaking for the pack.
“We do.”
“This union is well received but the family and by the pack.” Morrell says.
“But you effect those beyond your pack as well.” Deaton finishes. Morrell takes the lid off of the biggest of three bowls sitting on the table. It was full of some sort of liquid. The bowl to the right in front of Deaton had blue powder in it. The bowl on Morrell’s side had some black dried herbs of some kind on her side. They both take a handful and add it to the big bowl. It smokes and Morrell sticks her hand inside and pulls out the sash for the handfasting. Stiles was surprised that the sash came out dry.
“Alpha McCall.” Morrell says. “Please put out your hand.” Scott obediently puts his hand out palm down, and Morrell places the end of the sash on top of his hand and gestures for Kira to put her hand on top of his in the same manor to hold it in place.
“Would the pack also please join hands.” Scott reaches out and Stiles takes his hand, and Scott squeezes nervously. Stiles takes Derek’s hand and he feels something warms spread from his chest and Derek smiles at him. An honest, genuine smile. Not one that Stiles had to work hours to get, or one that was grudgingly given, or hollow inside, no. This smile was real and it was aimed right at Stiles. But, wait what? He came here with his long-time whatever, Braeden. The smile and the way Derek was rubbing his thumb across Stiles’ wrist didn’t mean a damn thing! Right? Right! He has to quickly turn back to the ceremony before he just loses it. There is yet another bowl of magic that Deaton holds out. This one looks like super sparkly water.
“Would the visiting Alphas please come forward now and bless this union to complete the bond.”
The alpha closest to the alter stands up. He looks like a wealthy man. He’s in a gray suit with a baby blue dress shirt on. He’s tall and tan and the kind of guy who looks like he’s trying to hard not to age. He looks like someone who would charm you to your face and then stab you in the back. Stiles immediately doesn’t like him. He picks up the end of the sash that’s hanging down and lays it over Scott and Kira’s hand. He dips his first two finger in the water and runs it over the sash.
“I, Alpha Don Kittredge, do bless this union.” It hits Stiles in the chest and he jumps. Not because it hurts or anything, he just doesn’t expect it. Derek grips his hand tightly and it grounds him. It felt like he someone punched him in the chest, but he wasn’t alarmed really. He knows what magic feels like.
Alpha Kittredge sits down and the next woman down gets up. She’s in a yellow-gold dress made of droopy ruffled fabric, and it’s very hippie like. She looks young, closer to Stiles’ age. She’s got a round features and freckles bursting across her pale face and great free flowing red hair. She catches Stiles’ gaze her big green eyes crossing with his, she smiles a little and he does he best not to frown in confusion. When she speaks her voice sound light and mellow, not unlike when Morrell talks.
“I, Alpha Tallulah Farrow, do bless this union.” She dips her fingers in the water and wraps the sash around them again. Stiles feels the magic thrum again but he’s ready for it this time so it’s not so bad. The Alpha who gets up after her is young as well, younger than Alpha Farrow. He’s not yet grown out of his baby face even if he is tall and well built. His blue eyes dart around nervously. He’s got on a blue suit and while it’s a nice suit it clearly wasn’t made for him. He runs a hand through his dark brown curls and dips his fingers in the water. He’s got chipmunk teeth that show when he talks and he’s stuttering a little.
“I-I, Alpha Evan Rosner, do bless this union.” He looks very relieved to sit down. A dark skinned man gets up next. He’s definitely old, he’s got a neatly kept beard and a whole head of curly silver-gray hair. It’s a bit of an effort for him to get up. He’s wearing a tan suit sit a pink shirt and Stiles has the urge to sit him down and hear his life story.
“I, Alpha Gregory Stein, do bless this union.” He’s got a kind and gravely voice and he gives Kira and Scott’s hands an extra pat before returning to his seat. The last Alpha is a woman with gray hair to rival Alpha Stein, gets up next. She’s got olive sunned skin and her gray hair is richer and more muted than Alpha Steins was. All of the colors around her seem light and rich in a way that reminds Stiles of making frosting. She’s got high cheek bone and very knowing eyes, eyes bursting with wisdom. She’s wearing a lavender dress that goes down to the floor. It looks like something a Greek goddess would wear and she wears it like Stiles’ thinks a Greek goddess would. There are beaded straps on the shoulder and around the waist and the billowy sleeve are cut and synched with cuffs at her wrist. Stiles feels Derek squeeze his hand and stiffen beside him. He shoots Derek a questioning look but only gets a shake of the head in return.
“I, Alpha Winona Zuliani, do bless this union.” She steps back and Stiles can feel the magic hit harder this time. He sees Derek’s eyes flash gold; Kira and Scott’s eyes have done the same. Stiles can feel the runes leaking forward before he looks down to see his skin slowly being covered in marks. Lydia is trying not to scream.
Then as quickly as it hit, it was gone. It was like a flash of lightning, moving in hot and quick and then dissipating. The sash around Scott and Kira’s hands glows bright white encircling their joined hands before settling into their skin. Scott roars. It’s the first time Stiles has eve heard him roar because he’s happy. It’s a triumphant sound. Kira lets out a fox scream too and her mother answers her.
“The Union is complete. Scott, you may kiss the bride.” He doesn’t have to be told twice.
Clothing inspirations:
Groomsmen (This one is kind of off but I couldn’t find a good picture to match the one in my mind; same for Derek’s)
The embroidery on Scott’s waistcoat looked like this to me