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It was a pretty boring day all things considered. Beacon Hills was feeling pretty safe, not that you’d say that out loud and jinx yourself. Even Stiles knew better than that. You had a fairly stable pack, even if you were “just” a human. Plus, you had a very satisfying friends with benefits situation with your best friend Peter, though, that had its own problems.
Mainly, he tended to be a self satisfied asshole, and, you were in love with him.
However, today was not meant to be about Peter. He was out of town until tonight on pack business, and the teens were all off doing whatever it was teens do, so you could hide away in your apartment working on your never ending ‘To Be Read’ pile.
That is, until your door flew open and Peter sauntered in like he owned the place, which to be fair, he kind of did, “Hello there Sweetheart.”
You sighed, dropping your book into your lap, there goes your peaceful afternoon.
“Hi Peter.”
“I hope you have some time, I have something urgent I need to show. It’s something, I honestly wish I hadn’t even learned about.” He was smirking. This couldn’t be good.
You raised an eyebrow at him, “Well, Peter, if you wish you hadn’t learned it, why do you want to show me?”
Still smirking, damn him, “Because, someone should know, otherwise it wouldn’t be fair. And it can’t just be anyone, it needs to be someone I trust.”
He winks at you before turning on his heel and heading for the door.
“Shall we?” He calls over his shoulder when you haven’t moved to follow. Did he really think he could just waltz in here and drag you off to who knows where with no information?
Damnit. Why did he have to know you so well. You were too curious! You threw the blanket off your lap and pulled on your sneakers.
“Fine. But you’re buying me tea first. From the fancy place I like!”
“Of course, dear.”
Happily sipping your tea you try to get more information out of him on the way, but he just keeps telling you that you need to see it for yourself. If it weren’t for the tea you’d probably have punched him by now.
When he pulls into the cemetery you squawk and groan. This really can’t be good! You’re on full alert for anything, everything as he heads for the far end of the property. The Hale plots. When he parks you just look at him.
“What’s going on Peter?”
He doesn’t say a word, just gets out, rounds the car and opens yours for you, waiting patiently like a gentleman. Then he’s leading you through the headstones, some old, some new. Until you’re standing in front of one that looks brand new.
You look down at it. Your eyes growing wide as you read the text. You look back up at Peter, then back to the headstone, back to Peter, back and forth until you feel dizzy.
“Um. Care to explain Peter?”
He leans in close and whispers, “I could, but then I’d have to kill you.”
The glare you give him would scare weaker men, but he just gives you another smirk, the bastard. If only you didn’t love that smirk on him.
“Oh come on! This’ll probably be the highlight of your life when you go back and tell the pack about it!”
What the hell was he talking about? Why would this be the highlight of your life? This was terrifying! Seeing your name on a headstone was absolutely terrifying!
“Seriously Peter? I don’t see how this is supposed to be a highlight? It’s creepy as hell! A headstone with our names on it? But no death date? How ominous is that? It’s going to send the pack into a panic!”
He just stares at you, still smirking. Then he does a slow rock on his heels before leaning towards you, “Is that so?”
“Yes Peter! You know something like this can’t be good! Someone is targeting us and while the pack might sometimes threaten to kill you, I know they actually care about you. And they love me, so please, I’m begging you, tell me what the hell is going on, I know you know more than you’re letting on.”
His eyes go dark and he bares his teeth in a feral grin, “Begging? You sound so sweet when you beg. Look at it again.”
He cups your chin and makes you look at the headstone, you read the text over and over until you gasp. How could you have missed it. You must have daydreamed about it so many times you must have just read right over it. There was Peters full name. And next to it was yours…only, it wasn’t your last name. It read, Hale. Wait.
“You bought this, didn’t you? Why?”
“Clever girl. Yes. I had it made so I could pull this little stunt for you.”
It’s all a stunt. A joke? You don’t understand. A spark of hope had begun to form, but of course not. Peter was as usual, an asshole. You have to pull yourself together before the scent of disappointment overtakes your usual.
“Well, you really got me good this time Peter. We should head back to the loft so you can show off to the pack and I can be suitably embarrassed.”
He looks taken aback, as if you’d offended him, “So that’s it then? You’re just ready to go? Usually you have more fire, you tear into me, or attack me, and we wind up in bed. You’re just giving up?”
You don’t understand. He’s stalking towards you as he vents.
“What do you want from me Peter? You said this was a gag, a stunt you wanted to pull on me. I’m sorry if my reaction was not what you wanted it to be.”
He leans in close before dropping to one knee.
“Maybe this will get a better reaction.”
Suddenly he’s pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and he’s holding it aloft towards you, “I originally bought this as a gag too, but now, I’m very serious.”
You stare at him for a moment, before your eyes go wide and you feel a rage burning deep in your belly.
“What the actual fuck Peter?!”
He smirks at you again and this time, it just makes you angrier. And…he’s not moving, this isn’t a joke? He’s actually proposing to you right now? Like this?!
“What darling? You don’t want to marry a werewolf?” He looks at you as if that would be completely ridiculous. Your whole body is shaking. This is…so unbelievably…Peter.
You give in to your first impulsive thought and punch him in the face. You feel one of your fingers break, but it relieves the rage filled tension in your body.
He rocks back onto his knees, more from the shock than the punch, you know you didn’t hurt him. He’s looking at you with wide, almost amused eyes and you want to punch him again.
“What the hell was that for?”
He wanted you to tear into him, well, he was going to get it, “You bring me out here, to show me some morbid joke of a what? Courting gift?”
You’re yelling at him, pointing to the headstone, he glances down to it, fucking smirking before looking back at you. He has the decency to realize his mistake and schools his face into a more neutral expression.
“Then, you tell me it’s all some elaborate prank, when you know, and I know you know, how I feel about you. After all this time. After everything we’ve been through. To top it all off, you just drop to one knee and tell me you bought a RING as a JOKE as well? But, wait, you’re actually serious! And you expect me to what? Be happy? Jump for joy? Throw my arms around you screaming Yes, Peter, Yes! You haven’t even actually ASKED me to marry you Peter! You’ve just held out a ring like, well, here I am, don’t you just want me…”
You finish off with a growl, and while, as a human, it’s not very menacing, or intimidating, it feels good.
He watches you stand there, as you take in deep breaths to calm down. He seems to be thinking before his face softens and he steps close.
“I’m asking now, sweetheart.”
Seriously.
The scoff comes before you even realize you’ve opened your mouth. No. If he wants to marry you and spend the rest of his life with you, he’s going to god damn do it right.
“Damn it Peter. Ask me properly. Say the words and do it right! You love me? You want to marry me? Stop being an asshole and ASK ME!”
It’s as if time slowed to a crawl as you watched him take to one knee again. This time, he takes your hand and pulls you close, staring you straight in the eye, “Sweetheart, would you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the happiest wolf in the world?”
You pause, looking for any ounce of jest or insincerity, but there is none. He’s serious. He wants to do this. After all this time, you’d thought your feelings were one sided, but no. He had fallen in love with you as well. He had gone about this in the most obnoxious, most ridiculously Peter way possible, but you wanted him to be yours.
“Yes, you asshole, I will marry you.” You smirk.
He moves so fast you have barely a second to react before you’re in the air, and he’s spinning you both in a circle. Then, he’s grinning down at you and placing the ring on your finger before pulling you in for the happiest kiss of your life.
When you pull away, you can’t help yourself however, “Still won’t be calling this the highlight of my life when we tell the pack though.”