Ficlet: Man of Honor :: Stiles&Lydia (Derek/Stiles, Peter/Lydia) | G | ~300 words
I feel kind of bad about how much I ship them...but I've only just been catching up on 3B. So. This happened.
Stiles refuses to call himself her Matron of Honor.
~~~
"And why are you marrying him again?" Stiles asks, zipping the back of Lydia's dress.
She shrugs. "He's got money."
Stiles rolls his eyes. "You and I both know you aren't actually that shallow."
"Power?" she suggests, her gaze meeting his in the mirror.
Stiles just scoffs at her.
Lydia smooths the front of her dress, examining her reflection. "I know it's fucked up," she says quietly. "But we work. Well, even." She tilts her head thoughtfully.
"Even though he's like a billion years old."
"Oh, really? You're one to talk." She raises an eyebrow at him and watches with pleasure as he flushes.
"Wha--pft. I--I'm practically robbing the cradle compared to you." Stiles's mouth is agape as he tries to think of a better come back. "I mean, Derek is, like...not that old," he squeaks.
