Stiles always thought he was meant to work alone. There was never any reason to think otherwise. His dad had been in charge so he was in charge, even if he didn't want it.
He thought he wanted Lydia, but he got a team of highly dangerous and, let's face it, emotionally unstable people. Spies, Super Soldiers, snarky PA's-- CEO's, Agents, and bodyguards. Not to mention arch enemies he wasn't prepared for all thrown together in his house and life.
Peter and his stupid Avengers Initiative.
All Omegas from the ages of eighteen to forty are entered in the annual Mating Run, where one candidate will be chosen from each Sector to compete.
A time of great joy and excitement, Stiles is praying he won't be chosen. While others turn in thousands of submissions, Stiles turns in one. He doesn't want to run, doesn't want to be mated to a random Alpha, doesn't want his life to change.
Everyone wants the riches, fame, glory, and an Alpha to keep them safe and warm at night. Stiles just wants to be left alone.
Surely he won't get chosen. Surely It's Impossible.
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Sensing Stiles’s obvious discomfort, Peter used one well manicured hand to open a file folder in front of him and gleefully asked, “Shall I read to you these anomalies?”
“Please don’t,” Stiles begged.
Peter ignored him and slid the papers closer to read them. “Stiles McCall. Eighteen years old. Resident of Beacon Hills. Supposedly arrested for—” He hesitated with a quirk of his mouth.
“Possession,” Stiles groaned.
Peter downright leered. “What was that, Mr. McCall?” He was enjoying this way too much.
“Possession of sick abs,” Stiles finished, feeling miserable.
. . .
Beacon has three ruling families: the Martins, the Argents, and most importantly the Hales. No one really talks about the Stilinskis—who used to rule over them all—since Queen Claudia tragically died in a fire eight years ago and her only heir, Prince Mieczysław, went missing.
Of course, royal drama and unsolved arson cases were far from Stiles’s mind when he arrived at school with his brother Scott and best friend Danny like it was just a normal day. That is, until representatives from the royal palace show up looking for something.
19 May 2021
Every six months, the humans gather at the clearing for just the chance to be chosen by the Hale Pack. Peter only hoped this winter's candidates weren't as pathetic as last summer's.
Peter loves his job as a tattoo artist. He owns, in his own humble opinion, the best shop in Beacon Hills. Not that there's much competition, but still. His only real competition is an artist from Bandit Tattoos. The shop is owned by an obnoxious man named Harris, who isn't even an artist. He'd just bought the shop when the previous owner was desperate and sold it to him for cheap. No, the only person is Beacon Hills that is close to Peter's skill is one of Harris' artists, a mouthy little shit named Stiles. Stiles had apprenticed under Bandit's former owner and is one of the most natural talents Peter has ever seen. His portrait work is incredible, as are his watercolors and new school (an area Peter hates to say isn't his strong suit). Peter takes solace in the fact that Stiles' Japanese and old school work isn't as good as Peter's though. He's not petty, not at all.
Peter and Stiles are tattoo artists from rival shops.
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