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"What are you doing?"
"Oh nothing," Peter mused as he continued to mess with things on Stiles's desk, "just updating this quite frankly abysmal resolutions list you have here."
Stiles snatched the paper out of his hand, and rolled his eyes at the fact that what he'd written down had either been scratched out or heavily edited.
"Peter, does this say commit MORE crime?!"
"Darling, you'd be bored to tears if you had to commit less crime."
He rolled his eyes at the declaration but didn't bother to dispute it. As he continued to scroll down the list, he saw one item on there that had both of his eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Change my last name? What the hell is wrong with my name?! I-"
Whatever argument the younger man was gearing up for died in his throat at sight in front of him.
Peter was kneeling on the ground, holding up a ring box containing a platinum band inlaid with several blood-red rubies.
"Peter.....what......"
"The biggest problem with your last name, sweetheart.....is that it isn't mine."
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Stiles felt like his entire central nervous system had slammed to a halt. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"I....you....this....I mean....are you sure?"
"There are many things in my life I haven't been sure about, Stiles, but you have never been one of them," Peter said as he stared up at him with those mesmerizing electric blue eyes," I only have one goal in mind for the new year, and that is to spend the rest of my life with the one person I'd raze the world to the ground for. So, Mieczysław Stilinski, will you marry me?"
Stiles, whose brain had finally managed to come back online, shakily nodded his assent. Once the ring was securely on his finger, he tackled his wolf to the ground...trading kisses until both of them were sufficiently breathless.
"That was the best New Year's resolution ever. I don't think we'll ever be able to top it."
"Hmm, probably not," Peter said as he leaned down to kiss his fiancé again," although committing a major crime and pinning all the evidence on Scott sounds like a wonderful idea."
"Let's save that goal for the honeymoon, Big Bad."
"Of course, Dear."