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Stiles is a new novice at the Beacon Hills Temple of the Moon Goddess, where the priests have forsworn all women and have ritual sex to make seminal offerings to their deity. In an AU where a moon cult is the dominant religion in an alternate fantasy-type world, Stiles navigates friendship, love, and a confusing priesthood that has way too many rules about sex for basically being Sex University.
A lot of other pairings along the way, but from the beginning, this story is about how we get to Sterek.
Bookmarked by T_jet
26 Nov 2025
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“Normal people don’t pin someone against a chair, whisper in their ear, then go suck face with someone else and offer to drive them home like it’s some kind of civic duty.”
Derek’s jaw flexes.
“You’re mad.”
“No shit, I’m mad!”
They’re at a stoplight now, and Stiles turns to face him fully, chest tight.
“You can’t just keep doing this. Showing up. Leaving. Touching me and then pretending it didn’t happen. I’m not—” He breaks off.
Derek watches him. Silent.
“I’m not like you,” Stiles says quietly.
Derek’s voice, when it comes, is low. “I know"
OR the one where I accidentally posted this -while editing, so HYG
Bookmarked by T_jet
07 Aug 2025
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So well written and man Derek bad boy and nerdy stiles are just the best. A little of drama and building libido. Just good
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Peter looks up and frowns. "I'm busy, nephew."
Shit. Stiles peeks over his shoulder and, sure enough, there's Derek Hale. Dark hair, pale eyes, stubble carefully sculpted and contoured. He looks older now, more solid, with a hint of grey at his temples. He's wearing a suit, like every other mobster werewolf in existence. Stiles stares, open-mouthed, for a moment before he realises that Derek is glaring at him. Mortified, he turns away, his heart banging against his rib cage.
"Ah, that's right," Peter says, lazily waving a hand. "You two are already acquainted."
That's not really how Stiles would put it, but he keeps his mouth shut. He stares down at his hands, feeling Derek's gaze boring holes through him.
"The Stilinski kid is here looking for work?" Derek asks, sounding almost disgusted. "He's going to be dancing here?"
"I feel like a broken record," Stiles snaps, twisting around to look at Derek again. "For the last time, all of my clothes are staying on. I'm not going to writhe around a stripper pole to entertain a bunch of wolves. But I can mix drinks and serve cocktails, okay? That's what I want to do."
Bookmarked by T_jet
29 Jun 2025
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Nice supernatural story with stile and Derek that could be an original story
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A few weeks before college starts, Stiles signs up for an app called Heat-finder to meet an alpha to get him through his next heat. Stiles is bound and determined to not be some cliché college age virgin and decides a heat partner is the way to go. If he embarrassed himself then at least he would never have to see the alpha again, right?
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“Yup. That's me, Stiles. I'm Stiles.” He swallowed nervously. “Actually, no my name is Mieczysław but I couldn't say that when I was little. I-I would mispronounce it and say my name was Mischief. It's a family name, Polish. Mieczysław, not Mischief, that would be weird. My mom picked it out." Oh god, Stiles couldn’t stop the flow, the words just kept coming and coming. He just couldn't seem to help himself and knew as Derek's brows rose higher that he was fucking blowing it! "It was her dad’s name. I don't know where Stiles came from.”
Bookmarked by T_jet
15 Jun 2025
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Sweet mate story full on sex and misunderstanding
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The first time Stiles saw him, he thought “shit, my boss is gonna kill me.”
No one ever claimed that Derek was good with feelings.
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“Derek!” Laura grinned mischievously. “Say hello to your new assistant!”
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"I don’t need an assistant." Derek’s growl was low, his eyes flickering dangerously between their natural shade and something darker.
"Yes, you do." Laura's voice was firm, though her smile was sharp. “Peter needs one too. Should I assign Stiles to him instead, Derek?”
"No." Derek’s voice was tight, his nostrils still flaring, the red flicker in his eyes stubbornly lingering.
"I didn’t think so." Laura’s tone was smug as she placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder. The growl that rumbled from Derek was immediate, low and threatening. His eyes widened for a brief moment before he forced his teeth to clamp shut, cutting it off.
Bookmarked by T_jet
19 May 2025