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Supernatural+1

Rouge hunters suck

by orphan_account

Stiles gets kidnapped by rogue hunters.Starring: Pups, the Winchesters, and a concerned pack.

Teen 5k words 1 ch Complete 2.2k kudos

Alpha Derek Hale · Anchor Derek Hale · Anchor Lydia Martin · Anchor Scott McCall· +22 more

Supernatural

This is My Life

by tale_to_tell

Really, Sam wasn't even supposed to be in this small-as-fuck town in the middle of nowhere, he was just unfortunate enough to be driving when a major snowstorm was due to hit. It was sheer dumb luck he even walked into the café. It was as he was ordering that he caught an achingly familiar and omega scent: apples, baked dough, vanilla, with just a hint of cinnamon, and he looked from the menu to the barista, eyes processing brown-blonde hair, freckled skin, and green eyes. Sam stared in surprise, and the barista looked equally shocked."Dean?" Sam gasped.Sam hasn't seen his brother in thirteen years and hasn't heard from him in ten. All of his efforts to locate Dean have been in vain, but it seems that fate favors Sam, because Sam has just found his brother. Sam is wildly unprepared to discover what Dean's life has become. To put it mildly... it's not at all what he expects.

Teen 6.2k words 1 ch Complete 1.8k kudos

Alpha Castiel (Supernatural) · Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester · Alpha Sam Winchester · Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics· +35 more

Teen Wolf (TV)

Fucked Up Like You

by damnfancyscotch

The boy was dirty. Very dirty. Most likely from the trap he’d been found in, the leg snare Derek figured, even though Peter hadn’t mentioned what type of trap it was. Mud dried and flaked off in patches on his left forearm, caked into the front of his sleeveless rough-hewn tunic and threadbare pants, up from his bare feet all the way to his knees, a dark streak painting the right side of his neck and continuing up into his clumsily cut brown hair - clearly he’d done it himself with a knife and perhaps no reflective surface, though judging by his appearance, a pond or puddle could have done just fine for him. Derek realized a lot of the spots he assumed to be mud were actually moles that dotted all along the boy’s skin. Derek watched as the boy studied him back in silence, sitting with his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He stared hard at the crescent-shaped insignia picked out in silver and green sewn onto the dark gray fabric over Derek’s heart, a slight frown wrinkling his brow. The boy had to know about the Hales if he was part of the Argent pack. “What’s your name?” “St… Stiles.”

Teen 38k words 2 ch Complete 1.5k kudos

Captivity · The Hales are Hunters · The Argents are Werewolves · War· +26 more