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Stiles met his best friends through Derek’s sister, Cora. It was their sophomore year of high school. Their English teacher thought it would be fun for the students to pair up and write a story of a made-up world.

Stiles was a Spark, just like his mother. He would be when he came fully into his powers— which could happen anywhere between his sixteenth to eighteenth birthday.

“Stiles, you are with me,” The confident young woman strolled up to his desk. She would have been popular like Lydia but she gave off a “fuck around and find out” vibe. Which frankly Stiles liked.

He had also known from her body language and maybe a hint of his innate magic she wasn’t feeling this assignment.

“Sounds good to me,” he exchanged numbers with her before class ended.

That was how he ended up at her house discussing the “made-up world”. They both knew the other had a secret but neither had broached it yet. They both seemed pretty clear with how this made-up world worked.

“By the way, happy birthday,” Cora said one day as she ate a piece of chocolate cake that Stiles had made and brought over.

“Thanks,” Stiles smiled. He quietly celebrated his sixteenth with his parents— just in case he started to come into his powers fully. That was only three days prior

Then he met Derek. He had murder eyebrows and gave off the same vibes as Cora. He joked to them about them.

Derek grunted and grumbled but went off to his wood shop.

A couple weeks later he won Derek over. He was complimenting the handle on a knife she had gotten for her birthday made by her brother.

Derek came out of shell when Stiles asked him about woodwork.

A smile broke out on his face and Stiles met the real Derek that day.

He had heard them talk about their uncle who was in college and he sounded very interesting.

Long after the project was completed, Cora and Stiles confessed to each other. Neither were shocked by their ties to the supernatural— but she kept his secret. The only other person was Derek. It was by accident. But his friend just shrugged and said it didn’t change him.

Sparks are sought after and while his mother was a freelance Spark, she was only good for growing things. In fact, the fact she was from a Sparkline was forgotten after she moved and married John— losing her last name.

So, people just assumed she was a green thumb with diluted low-ranked witch blood. Which led people to assume her son, who was first taught to hide his ozone scent, a basic human.

Stiles' first meeting with Peter didn’t go well.

It wasn’t his fault. He swears. No one warned him the man was a wet dream come true.

Peter was home for the weekend— business.

Aka left-hand stuff. Yea, he didn’t take long to figure that out and Derek confirmed his suspicions.

Stiles wasn’t looking when he was looking down at his phone in one hand, a cup of kool-aid in his other.

One moment he was walking at full speed around the corner out of the kitchen and next a wall of muscle.

His cup of red liquid splashed out and onto his obstacle while his phone went flying.

The Spark threw his hands up and they landed on a firm chest. The soaking shirt dipped showing off some fuzz.

The lights flickered.

He looked up and made eye contact with the elusive Peter Hale.

He had piercing blue eyes, a clean shave that showed off his perfect face.

He was speechless.

Also, he got where Derek and Cora got their murder brows. Peter was staring death rays into him.

It was a moment of silence. Stiles hadn’t backed off yet. He was frozen.

He was already kind of crushing on him by his achievements and stories his friends told him. But to meet him in real-life.

This was the love of his life.

Peter sneered.

“Sorry,” Stiles took a step back. Okay, maybe not.

“This shirt cost more than car payment. How do you expect to pay me back?”

Stiles felt his skin buzz and a light-bulb sizzled as it broke.

How dare he.

“It was an accident and frankly I had been told you were best at observing your surroundings. You should apologize for being so hot,” Stiles brushed him to the side and stormed off.

He missed the look of Peter being dumbfounded.

Derek walked up and patted him on the shoulder, “That’s Stiles. He is blunt and one person who won’t bow down to you.”

“Well, tell your little friend he better watch it. I have to go take a shower now. I’m sticky,” he said disgustedly.

Derek arched his brow at his uncle who watched Stiles slam the front door shut and smirked.

Derek found Stiles outside panicking and mumbling.

“Hey, take a few breaths. You’re fine.”

“He is going to find me and kill me. I can’t believe I said that to him. I’m going to be murdered by the hottest man alive. Oh my god, I called him hot. Maybe he didn’t hear that,” Stiles held his head between his knees.

“Nah, if anything I think you threw him off. He’s not used to people not bending sideways for him.”

“Well, it was his fault. Okay. Mine too. But why didn’t he hear me coming? He could have dodge me with your reflexes. You and Cora do it all the time. And oh my god— why didn’t you warn me he was sex on legs.”

Derek scrunched up his nose and made gagging noises at Stiles' attraction to his uncle.

“Gross, I don’t want to think about that. And you—“ he sighed, knowing it was a lost cause “maybe next time it will be better.”

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Stiles tried his best to forget about his first meeting with Peter.

Derek was right— Peter in fact did not kill him.

He had been so excited about meeting Peter and talking to him about his role in the pack.

Now, he avoided him. He noticed the wolf often when was visiting from college. He was still embarrassed by that first time.

He wanted to know everything about him. He knew he could make a better impression next time they came face to face.

He had asked Derek and confirmed by Cora— Peter was out of state that weekend.

So, Stiles was out in the Preserve working on his Spark. His mother was right— he was more powerful than her. He was focusing on water magic.

He was sitting on a tree branch a short distance from the large pond. He was making small waves. They were lapping on the muddy shore.

There was no wind today and perfect weather to practice keeping the waves steady. In and out. It looked easy but it took a lot of concentration.

He didn’t notice the disturbance at first.

He was watching the waves pushing the mud further up the shore.

Then he heard a roar and his eyes snapped up.

There about 200 yards further down the shoreline was Peter facing off with a fire beast.

Stiles was stunned for a second.

Why was Peter here?

Holy hell he’s shirtless. He’s gorgeous.

The left-hand was trying to lure the beast to the water.

He jumped out of the tree and picked up his fishing gear and bucket. It was his cover in case he came across humans— who sometimes sneak onto the Hale property.

His ozone scent was hidden. It was as easy as breathing. Peter was focused on the beast who was getting the upper hand.

His bucket was filled with muddy water.

He shot his hand out and brought a big wave from the right. Peter’s back was to it as he backed towards the water— the beast following and shrieking.

Peter stopped and sniffed the air and it allowed the beast to set his pants on fire.

The wave came up and over Peter and doused them both.

Directly after Stiles took his bucket and tossed it on Peter.

The beast sizzled as it fell dead. A charcoal corpse.

“Holy hell, are you trying to kill yourself!”

Peter, soaking wet, growled.

“What the hell, Stilinski,” he flashed his eyes at the boy.

“I was trying to get into—fuck— out , put out your pants,” Stiles said.

“I had it handled,” Peter fangs, poked out.

Stiles held his buckle by the handle and rested his hands on his hips. “Really…”

Peter threw his hands up. The jeans were hanging on barely and the burns were already healing— they were angry red spots.

“What is a human like you out here anyways,” Peter changed the subject.

“I was coming to fish,” He pointed behind him to his gear.

Stiles pulled off his Marvel shirt and tossed it to him. He had grown and was eye-to-eye to Peter now.

Peter stared at him as he caught the shirt, leaving Stiles in only his jeans.

“It’s called a thank you,” Stiles’ stood his ground.

Peter grunted as he dirtied the shirt.

“Fine. You’re welcome. I am just going to head back. With all your barking I guess the fish won’t bite now. Be more careful next time,” Stiles waved and turned and walked off.

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Simply known as ‘Spark’— he was coming of age. He planned on going to the supernatural conference after college.

He kept his identity well hidden. He and his mom discussed it. The pros and cons. He started an online business making charms and such called ‘Spark of life’

Cora had been accepted to a college on the east coast, leaving Stiles. He was accepted into Stanford— the supernatural side. He was thought to be like his mother. Diluted and barely magic by the majority of his peers.

His friends teased him staying single but his heart aches for only one asshole. Anyways, he was busy with his studies and had no time for romance.

With his mother’s help they found mentors. For his spark was limitless. He excelled in all areas. But each mentor was sworn to secrecy unless given strict permission from Stiles or until he came out.

He had grown from his boyish charm to a handsome young man.

The next time he’d come face to face with Peter was at break during his sophomore year of college.

He was in the preserve medicating in the clearing near home. His breathing was steady and only sounds of nature around him.

No distractions.

He was close to being in zen when he was rudely snapped out of it.

The asshole Peter was standing over him with a smirk on his face holding a thermos. Or was that shock turned into a smirk.

The contents now soaking Stiles. A scent of coffee filled the air.

“Oops, thought I saw a bug on you,” the wolf smirked. “I think I got it.”

“You asshole,” Stiles stood up and pulled his charm and cracked it open— releasing a cleansing spell.

It was for show. He had contemplated telling Peter the truth but the jerk never gained his favor

“That was for spilling kool aid on me,” Peter countered.

“That was years ago.”

The worst— he liked him. The stories that were retold to him from his friends made the left-hand sound perfect. Too bad Peter hated him.

“Stiles,” Peter called out but he ignored him.

The first was an accident.

The second time was to help save his ass.

This time there was no reason for Peter to be an asshole.

He walked off listening to Peter call his name— a hint of sorrow on it.

####

He was home for the weekend during his final semester of college.

He was thriving and looking forward to his coming out as the Spark.

He already confided with his best friends that he wanted to join their pack officially.

They teased him about his obsession over their uncle, his jerk of love. They told him he knew Peter better than any of them and he hardly spoke to the handsome devil.

But he was sure he could win Peter over finally.

Show Peter how great of a guy he really was.

He thought it would be funny to go invisible and sneak up on Derek in his friend’s office. Derek owned an auto-repair shop.

He overheard a conversation between Peter and his nephew. After a few minutes he figured out the left-hand was talking about him. Or more about the Spark- how he tried so hard to figure out who he was because he would be great for the pack. Peter sung him praises.

“I agree, guess you will just have to wait for the conference like everyone else. Also, Stiles is doing well. He is almost done with college and then coming home.”

“Great,” Peter sounded annoyed. “I have to get going.”

Stiles could hear Derek laughing.

Stiles dropped his shield and became invisible. Peter came around the corner and stopped.

He stared at Stiles with wide-eyes.

Stiles smirked. He knew he looked good. Over the past year or two he’d been working out. Filling out in defined muscles and he lost his shaggy hairstyle to a nice trimmed hair. Keeping his hair out of his eyes was helpful all around.

He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a body-tight t-shirt that showcased his firm body.

“Hello Stiles,” he greeted him and glanced off.

Stiles at that moment wished he could smell Peter’s emotions. But alas, he could not. He had his own locked down besides his base human scent. Luckily, Peter didn’t get privy to the smell of lust wafting off Stiles.

“Peter,” he replied.

After a moment the wolf gave a fake cough and passed him out the door.

Derek was leaning on his door frame with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I think you may have broken him.”

Stiles threw his head back and laughed. “Wait until he meets me again. Next time he will be speechless and finally I will win him over.”

Derek just shook his head and headed back into his office.

####

It was the big day. Cora and Derek were there by his side. “We are your bodyguards.” Cora had insisted. She had come back home after graduating and not alone.

She met a kitsune named Kira and they were engaged.

Stiles was happy for her.

Derek was currently in a polygamous relationship with Stiles and Cora’s old classmate Lydia and a werewolf named Ethan.

“You ready,” Cora asked.

Peter was about and didn’t question why Stiles came along. He simply said hi and vanished afterwards.

For the supernatural world only knew him as a barely passable witch.

Stiles was pumped. He waited for years and he was ready to win him a werewolf.

The snarky bastard will soon be his.

Or at least he hoped.

“It’s about time. It’s so filled there are people lining the walls waiting for you,” Derek announced as he slipped into the dressing room.

The event was being run by a couple of his mentors which he thanked them. Their mentors were excited to finally talk to another person who helped Stiles become the renowned Spark. He had been working behind the scenes since college— helping others when needed.

Stiles let out a low whistle when he peeked out and saw how crammed it was, “wow all these people.”

There were a mixture of magic-users, supernaturals and pack representatives hoping to wow the young spark to work for them.

Mangus, the president of the conference, walked on stage. A tapped the mic before he began, “Thank you for all coming. I know you’ve all heard of the Spark and there have been rumors on who they could be over the years. Well, this evening we will finally have the answer. For the Spark has decided to come out from behind the shadows and show you their face. Maybe it’s someone you already know… or maybe it's nobody. A being who flew under the radar. Do you want to meet them?”

The crowd roared. Hands clapping, hollers were drowned out by whistles and feet stomping.

Stiles could feel the energy.

On the stage were a few different setups to show off his talents.

He slipped on his hat and mask and walked on stage with a wave.

The crowd went crazy. Security was high for the event.

He let his gaze cross over the audience and almost immediately found Peter front and center.

The wolf was on the edge of his seat.

The Spark smiled beneath the mask. He walked to the center stage. A small fire burning in a barrel. He raised his hands and the ground shook around the barrel.

Next he made the fire rise up in a ball of red and orange. He weaved his hands and shaped it into a phoenix.

People whooped with cheers and excitement.

Next he brought a wind and made his clothes flutter around him. The fiery image still above him.

There were two large buckets on either side of the stage. He reached out the left and lifted a wave of water out of the bucket and over the stage, breaking and going around the fire into the other bucket.

He closed fist and the lights went out. The only source of light was the fiery phoenix that flew above the heads of the audience and back to him.

During this time he took off his mask and hat. He was in his normal clothes. Nothing fancy like a certain wolf he’s infatuated with for a while.

He put the fire out and within the same moment he turned the lights on.

Everyone was talking at once and turned back to the stage.

His eyes were on Peter though. The wolf appeared flabbergasted. Speechless, with his mouth hanging open and he pointed at him.

The noise level dropped to a minimum.

Stiles smirked and walked up to the mic, “Hello, I’m Stiles Stilinski or as many of you know me as the Spark.”

“You’re a liar— you smell like a human!” Someone off to the left shouted.

Another wolf tried to jump on stage, raging ‘finally, you will be mine.”

Security wasn’t as fast as Peter who flung caught up and flung the wolf away from the stage. Security dragged the woman away.

Cora and Derek came on stage but stayed behind him. He gave them a wink and they shot finger guns at their uncle who was standing at the bottom of the stage.

Stiles snapped his fingers for show and let his shield down.

People screamed. Others started coughing. Others were gaping at him. Peter appeared to be drooling.

The smell of ozone was powerful. Showcasing how strong he truly was. Not a weak diluted wanna be witch.

Not that there was anything wrong with being a low-ranking witch. Stiles knew a few wonderful witches.

He put his shield back up. It was like a security blanket.

Cora strolled to the mic and whistled. The crowd covered their ears by the high pitch.

“Quiet down— the Spark has an announcement first,”

Stiles thanked Cora and turned to the crowd.

“I have helped many of you through the years behind the shadows. I heard many of the rumors about me, most of them are exaggerations or just plain false. There is no bargaining with me or ways to force me. You all remember the Swiftheart Coven.”

He gave them a moment to recall.

An infamous dark coven of witches that wreaked havoc for decades. No one to stop them—- then one day they disappeared from the face of the planet.

“They kidnapped me. Thinking I was a low witch they could hook up and use me as a power source. Like a back up battery. They’ve been doing it for longer than I have been alive.

They picked the wrong person. The last one standing was the coven leader, Lady Heartless. She put up a good fight. But she didn’t last long against me.”

Peter put his hands on the stage and Stiles waved to security to let him be. The wolf had a look of awe on him.

“So, please fuck around and find out if you wish. But this is your warning. I help who I want to within reason and more importantly I have already chosen a pack I want to be associated with— that is if their left hand will have me.”

Peter jumped on stage and stalked over like Stiles was prey, “God, you’re perfect.” And picked up the Spark and spun him around and went in for a kiss.

Derek’s voice came over the mic as Stiles sunk into Peter’s embrace. “You all heard it. The Spark is spoken for by Hale’s infamous left-hand. Thank you for coming.”

Peter lifted him up and Stiles wrapped his legs around him. The wolf stalked off stage to Derek announcing their one-on-one will have to be postponed to tomorrow.

Peter kicked the hotel door closed and tossed Stiles on the bed “You are infuriating. A mystery. I am
Going to kill Derek and Cora,” he said between kisses.

“I’ve been obsessing over you since I met you. The little human who had a sweet, distracting scent and was not afraid of me.” Peter nibbled on his neck.

Stiles smirked and brought him in for another kiss, running his nails under Peter's shirt on his back.

“I think we waited long enough— show me what you got.”

Peter growled and was more than happy to show him multiple times throughout the night.

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“Wait, are you saying you were embarrassed so that was why you were an asshole,” Stiles laughed later on.

Peter was focused on Stiles scent the first time which made him walk into the so-called human the first time.

The second time he was embarrassed that Stiles saw him being bested by a fire beast. He caught a Stiles scent of earthy pine letting the beast get the upper hand.

The third time, Peter had heard that Stiles was meditating and wanted to bring him a drink. Instead he was so distracted by seeing him as he was opening the thermos he tripped and spilt it on him.

Derek and Cora knew of their obsession and waited for years for them to figure out it wasn’t embarrassment at first sight.

It was love.