thepicketfencecliche | spamalot } { of weddings and happily ever afters

When she's finally up at the altar, Thomas hands Stiles Cora's arm. There was a nod, and he went to go stand next to Talia as Stiles escorted Cora up the last few feet.

"You look amazing," he told her.

She glances over at him with a small smile in return before nodding her agreement. "You look pretty amazing yourself."

"So you ready for this? Because I'm pretty ready for it."

"Yeah," she says, squeezing his hand. "I'm ready."

"Good."

And the service will begin, walking through the beginning of the service. Stiles held Cora's hands, squeezing them gently.

Cora squeezes his hands in return, just taking deep breaths so that she doesn't start crying too early in the ceremony. They've come so far from where they started and she knows that Malia will kill her if she ruins her make up too soon.

We have gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony, the preacher started, smiling at both Cora and Stiles. Who gives this woman?

Thomas stood up, chuckling. Her mother and I do, but everyone here knows she pretty much is the one running the show here.

The preacher nodded, used to the Hales and their humor. Today we are here to witness the joining of Cora Hale and... He stopped and looked at Stiles. Alright, son, you've stalled long enough. I need the name.

Stiles bit his lip. "I gave it to you. It's right there, but you can just call me Stiles. God knows who I am."

The preacher looked at the paper. His mouth moved to try and pronounce it, and finally Dina rose her hand like she was in school, and then called out the answer anyway. "It's Maczysz. Meh-Chesh."

As chuckles came from the male side of the audience, Stiles pointed at his daughter. "Thanks, sweetie. See, the five year old can pronounce it. We're good."

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Cora laughs softly at all of this, before giving the hand that was still holding Stiles's a squeeze. "Do we absolutely need his actual name or can we just call him Stiles?" For the sake of speeding things along, obviously, she very much wants to be married.

The preacher looked flustered a moment, then just sighed and nodded. "For the sake of brevity, it might be best."

"I can't help if is my mother was a traditionalist." Stiles just shrugged.

"Today we are here to witness the joining of Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski in holy matrimony. If anyone here sees fit as to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

There is dead silence behind them. With the way Malia is glaring at them all, it's probably for the best. Cora would glare, but she's facing the priest right now.

As is Stiles, but the groomsmen are totally helping Malia with the staring. Once the moment of silence had passed, the preacher started the ceremony. It was the "Short and sweet" version, and Stiles tried to pay attention. He really did. But he kept stealing glances over at Cora, just grinning at how beautiful she looked in her dress.

"And now, the couple has told us that they have written their own vows. The bride shall go first."

Stiles turned to look at her, smirking a bit. He's curious as to what she has written, his own vows tucked into his pocket.

Up until this point she hasn't really been nervous, probably because she's been so certain in her choice and that this is the right thing, but the vows are edging into a territory that isn't really her strong suit, and she's not entirely sure where to start. But they agreed to do this - both of them - and she can do this.

All she has to do is tune out everyone else and pretend that she's just talking to him. Easier said than done, but it's probably the only way she'll get through this.

"Talking about how I feel has never really been something I'm all that good at, and words aren't really my strong suit either. You would think it would get easier when it comes to things like this, but it's actually ... pretty much just as terrifying."

There's a slight laugh to her words and she keeps her eyes on Stiles. They're words she's probably said to him a million times. All she needs to do is say it one more time. "But I love you. I've always loved you and I'm always going to love you. That's the one feeling that's never changed, from when we were in high school, even that time when we both gave up on each other for a little while, and I know it will still be there when we're old and gray."

Her fingers tighten around his hands for a moment as she tries to breathe through the tears prickling in her eyes because she wants to at least make it through this without crying. "But words can be really easy to say, especially when you've said them a lot, but this now is me promising to not give up - not on you, or us. For better or worse, in sickness and in health, til death do us part."

He smiled at her through all of it, squeezing her hand to help give her that extra bit of strength. The preacher then nodded to Stiles.

"Well, good thing for you is that I've got more than enough words for the both of us." He waited for the laughter to die down from their families before he continued. "I still remember the first time you told me you loved me. We were at homecoming, and you whispered it into my ear like it was a big secret - which I then proceeded to spoil as I announced it to the entire gym. But that feeling - I still feel it every time we're together.

"We've gone through a full spectrum of different emotions since we were sixteen. It was easy then when we were kids, when we just went with it. Neither of us know what the future would bring and the pain we would end up going through. We're not those kids anymore and while sometimes I wish we could be... we made it through that dark and scary part of our paths intact. Maybe a bit worse for wear in some places... but we're here, and we found other again both in body, and in our hearts."

He licked his lips, holding her hands tightly a moment. "I can't imagine my life without you in it. Just like this, feeling just like we do right now. And if that's the road that we had to take... then it makes every wrong turn along the way worth it to be standing here with you and knowing that we're never going to be alone again. That I'm going to wake up every day in your arms, know you're going to be standing next to me on my good days and bad, and that I will be there for yours. That we're going to have a family we both dreamed of with our friends all together the way we dreamed about when we were sixteen and falling in love."

He smiled at her. "I'm here, still a bit broken but a lot better than I was two years ago because of you. Because of all of you." He looked out at his family a moment, smiling, and then back at her. "This is my family. My pack. And you're my mate. I don't plan on ever losing that again and I will fight anyone who tries to tear us apart. I love you, Cora Hale, and I'm never going to stop until the day I die."

She's not crying, you're crying.

Okay, she's not actually crying but she's really close and she just squeezes his hand tighter, waiting for them to get to the important part where the wedding is over and she's actually his wife. She feels like she's been waiting way too long to get here.

There are a few wet eyes in the house, so don't feel bad about crying, Cora. The preacher will speak a bit more, and then he will motion Ryan (and Scott) forward for the rings. Their engagement rings were cleaned and ready for them, and he picked up Cora's ring.

"With this ring, I thee wed. I promise you my heart and soul. You are my sun and stars, and everything I need. Tonight we complete our bond, and will never be apart again."

He slid the ring on her finger, and then bit his lip. So close.

Cora smiles softly at him before repeating the process with his ring, sliding it onto his finger and meeting his eyes again. Almost done. Now all they have to do is hear the worlds and they're officially married and stuck with each other forever.

In a good way.

And those words are soon spoken, and Stiles grins as he takes a step forward, his hands going to gently cup her face and give her their first kiss as husband and wife.

And with that, they are released back into the crowd and sent on to their reception!

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