Going on a hunt is never really a good idea. Going on a hunt while pregnant is definitely a bad idea. Going on a hunt while eight months pregnant is possibly the worst idea anyone's ever had. Going on a hunt while eight months pregnant and Sam Winchester is downright suicidal. Featuring Mpreg! Sam, caring Dean, fluff, and a few tears. Oneshot.

Shane Walsh was your prototypical small town southern cop with a love of women, beer, and football, but his normal life changes when he's shot in the line of duty. Some time later, Shane wakes up to find out the world he knew was gone, replaced by one filled with flesh-eating monsters and humans who are too far gone. AU of TWD season one where Shane is shot instead of Rick.

"I am nothing like you," she whispers. "You are a murderer." - Lydia/Peter [fairy tale AU] [dark fic] [loosely based on 2011's movie Red Riding Hood]

In world where demons have taken over, exorcisms are outlawed, and the slave trade is the most lucrative source of income, only the wealthy and those who know how to hunt survive. And werewolves make the most profitable slaves. What will Derek Hale do when he's bought by Stiles Stilinski? And what will Lydia Martin do when she finds herself owning Peter Hale?

Pre-movie – 8-year old Jack and big brother Bobby – Bobby twitched a smile, easing his arm from under Jack and settling the sleeping eight-year old against his side like the kid belonged there. Because he did belong there. Jack belonged beside Bobby, safe and sound.

When Lydia was fifteen her life changed in two way: She became an overnight music sensation, and she fell head over heels in love with Peter Hale. Three years later and she's finally going to do something about the latter. Rockstar!Lydia, all human AU.

Peter enlists Lydia's help to get a very intoxicated Derek home from the bar. Peter may think he's in control of the situation..but Lydia has other ideas. *RATED M FOR A REASON* Pydia!

Some people have the good fortune to have nice parents-in-law. Others are more unfortunate. Harry Potter, sadly, belonged to the last category. Birthday fic; angst, drama, slightly AU, MPreg, implied content

Lydia goes out for a night of fun and ends up drunk enough to text Peter Hale, who comes to her rescue. In the morning he decides to play a little joke that ends up in a direction he never expected it to go. WARNING FOR MUCH SEX AND DRUNK LYDIA FLIRTING!

A chance encounter with Peter Hale leaves Stiles wanting more, but will he regret what he gets?

He was trapped by Sam's hazel gaze, somehow less warm than it used to be, but full of intensity that made Dean feel like he was being examined not in a sexy or cocky way, but more in a manner that said he was going to be taken apart, methodically, until he was nothing but the raw, lustful, carnal creature of flesh that Sam seemed to know lay at his core.

Castiel lies wide awake and fully dressed on his bed, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. After the Fall, he'd been forced to find more mundane shelter. Namely, the bunker. Next door, he can hear Sam and Dean. Making love. Very loudly.

It's not a snake, but it is a tentacle monster. Wandering in the woods late at night (as Winchesters tend to be incline to do), Dean finds himself suddenly very closely acquainted with a tentacle monster. PWP. This is non-con (then again, it's also tentacle porn). You have been warned.

What starts out as a belly rub to satiate Dean's odd dog-like behaviours quickly escalates into something more...sexual.

When a young Stiles goes to visit his mom in the hospital, he gets lost and wanders into the room of one comatose Peter Hale. (COMPLETE)

"I thought Peter Hale lived here…" the Sheriff muttered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "He does," Isaac blurted out before he could stop himself. Sputtering, he attempted to think of something else to say. "I'm here on pack business."

If you had asked Sheriff Stilinski what he expected to be doing on a Sunday afternoon, it sure wouldn't have been acting as moderator for Chris Argent and Peter Hale after they literally fell into his car during a fight. He didn't expect he'd be shooting the breeze about how they were all getting too old for their respective jobs or social circles after that, either.

Student/Teacher Peter/Stiles AU oneshot. Mr. Hale is a pretty creepy English teacher, Stiles thinks, but he also happens to have a great ass.

"I just want to check on her one more time." Jolene whispered as she moved toward their dozing daughter's door on tipped toes. Peter Hale/OFC ONESHOT