Fandom: Marvel x Teen Wolf Crossover
Ships: Steve Rogers x Peter Hale
Plot: Steve and Peter have been dating over a year and Steve just found out his boyfriend is a werewolf. Can love endure?

Chapter Three/Final Chapter; Vows

Steve woke to the feeling of warmth against his back and encircling his waist. It was such a familiar feeling after the length of his relationship with Peter that he didn’t even question it. He instead stirred lightly, groaning. The arms around him tightened briefly, and then there were lips at the base of his neck. “Did I wake you?”

“Not really. I’ve been laying here for an hour or so.” Peter mused. “It’s not quite sunup yet, though.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

The wolf laughed softly, leaning to kiss Steve again, higher in the soldier’s neck. “You don’t sleep often, Steve.” Peter explained. “When you do, I can’t bring myself to wake you.” Steve rolled in Peter’s arms to kiss him, one hand on the other man’s face. The kiss was returned, Peter pulling him closer and moaning softly before he pulled back and smiled at him. “What was that for?”

“For being you.” Steve replied. “For being so…domestic. Understanding. Accepting.”

“Steve, you accepted me as a werewolf. If I couldn’t accept that you have a past, had a reason for not telling me, I’d betray everything I am.” Peter laughed, but Steve could hear the emotion behind it, and he was suddenly aware of how scared Peter had been the night before. It was almost palpable, and Steve felt his chest ache with the sheer force of how much he loved the other man. “Come on, handsome.” Peter said after a moment, moving to sit up. “I’ll start breakfast. And I have something for you.”

Steve sat up as well, stretching and watching Peter slide into a pair of pajama pants, smiling as he admired the sight. He took a moment to let his blue eyes look over the form of his lover – his mate, Peter had said last night – before getting dressed himself. He tugged a pair of pajama pants and a shirt onto his body before walking out to join Peter. He took a seat at the little island, watching the wolf cook. “Last night was…intense.”

“In a good or bad way?” Peter asked, and even with his back turned, Steve could hear the smirk.

“Good.” Steve replied, smiling back as he decided he should help. “Very good.” He clarified as he slid from his chair and walked around the island, moving to wrap his arms around his wolf from behind. “It was perfect, Peter. You’re perfect.”

“Far from it, Steve, but thank you for sayign so.” Peter smiled and tilted his head to kiss Steve’s cheek. “We belong to each other now.” he replied, smiling. “Entirely mated.” He went back to making the omelettes, leaning back into the blonde. He shivered as Steve ran his hands over his back.

“Does it always feel so good?”

Peter shrugged. “Wolves only have one mate in their lives, Steve. I know as much personally about it as you do.” he replied. “I have been told that once mated, the sensations are much stronger. There’s a higher awareness of each other. It makes it easier to understand each other.”

Steve hummed and kissed at Peter’s shoulder. “It seems that way.” he said. Peter seemed warmer than usual, his touch like an electric pulse. He could almost sense each breath Peter took, feel the calm of his wolf in himself. “I’ll get some milk for us.” He declared softly as he smiled and moved to get them glasses. The cabinet was beside the fridge, and he had no problem reaching to open it and pulling down two glasses and set them down, pausing briefly as he set them around a box, not thinking about it for a moment. He shut the cabinet and reached to his left to get the door of the fridge open. He had moved to grab the carton of milk when he realized coherently that there was a little box on the counter. Not big, and a ring if the size of the box was anything to go by. He let the carton stay in place on its shelf as he reached for the box, the refrigerator closing. “Peter?”

“Hmm?” the wolf asked, pouring the mixture into the pan.

“What’s this?” Steve asked, picking up the box and showing it to the wolf.

“I said I had something for you.” Peter said, setting the spoon down to walk over to Steve, stopping in front of the blonde and licking his lips for a second. “Open it.” He assured, waving a hand and watching as Steve cracked it and let it pop open. Inside was a beautiful rose gold band with a solitary diamond. The gold was encased in a silver metal, and the gold portion had gentle curves carved into it. “I didn’t think you would enjoy anything super sparkly. So I went with a more subtle approach.” he said, smiling as Steve’s lips curved up. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Steve whispered, looking up at the wolf for a moment before his eye fell on the ring once more, emotion welling in his chest. Peter had bought a ring. A ring. “Peter-”

“Will you marry me?” Peter asked. “Before you called last night…I thought I had lost you. I didn’t think I could handle that. You’re everything to me. Being with you, Steve, it’s the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t want to lose you, not ever.”

“You would never lose me, Peter.” Steve countered, moving to pull the ring out and slide it onto his hand. It fit perfectly. “Of course I will marry you.” He smiled and laughed as Peter pulled him in for a deep, heated kiss that Steve could feel in his soul. He pulled the wolf as close against him as he could. “When?”

“I have connections. We can have the paperwork by this afternoon.” Peter said. “Be married by nightfall.”

Steve knew they had never felt the need to rush, they had just found their way together and from there they were here. But he wanted this more than anything. He wanted to call Peter his husband as soon as possible. “Arrange it.” he said, kissing Peter. “Is there a ring for you?”

“Top right drawer. It matches yours. Except the gem is a sapphire.”

Steve smiled. “I love you, Peter Hale.”

“I love you, too, Steve.” Peter said, holding him close. “Let’s eat breakfast, and then I’ll make the call.” Steve released him and he went back to check the food, happy that it hadn’t burned. The only thing making him happier was that Steve would be his husband by breakfast tomorrow. And nothing could take it away. After breakfast he called, and a rush was put on the paperwork and he went with Steve to get dressed.

“How long did you have it?” Steve asked as he buttoned the rest of the blue shirt, looking over at Peter.

“The ring?” Peter asked back, fixing his hair as he looked at Steve from the mirror. When he received a nod, he gave a soft smile. “About a month.”

“A month?” Steve asked, taken back.

Peter nodded. “I didn’t want to ask you until I had told about…well…you know.” he replied, letting his eyes flash briefly. He watched as Steve walked over and pulled him in for a kiss he gladly returned. “I didn’t want anything hidden, Steve. I’m sorry you found out that way.”

“I don’t care how I found out.” Steve replied. “I just want you, werewolf and all. I love you, and by dinner, the world will know it.” He lifted a hand to run it through Peter’s hair. “You and me, always.”

Peter gave a low hum, hands resting at the small of Steve’s back. “Forever you and me.”