HES SEVENTEEN

He hasn’t been civilised in 4 years, his entire teenage experience consists of living on a boat and sleeping rough. The most stable bed he has was probably in Ba Sing Se he probably will just nap anywhere.

He has customer service experience which means he probably uses his customer service voice on his minsters.

Additionally he probably just wanders into to kitchen to get his own snacks and tea because he forgets what servants do.

He probably has no idea why he can’t just chase after an assassin he used to hunt the avatar for Agnis sake why is the captain of the guard demanding he stay in his room he’ll find the guy first (he’s probably right)

Katara probably has a free pass on Eco terrorism because what’s he going to do challenge her, she’ll beat his ass.

If he saw a minster doing something shady he will either invite lady Beifong to detect their BS or commit B&E and look for evidence himself.

He somehow found a baby dragon and raises it.

He will be far to willing to give Kyoshi island anything they want cause he feels bad and Suki scares him.

He randomly insisted on giving some earth kingdom village 100 ostrich horses.

The Avatar will just show up call him Hotman and demand the go on adventures and the Firelord will just dip because he’s been confined to long and has the Zoomies.

He takes far to much advice from Sokka and will genuinely believe if someone doesn’t get Sokkas plans they must be an idiot because Sokka is 16.

Sokka and Zuko also get into a lot of teenage rebellion phases by accident.

Toph just walks in breaks a wall of his palace and demands a field trip that always involves the Firelord having to explain himself to the cops.

He somehow knows every dangerous teen in the world and they all come for tea uninvited.

He has broken into both the NWT and Ba Sing Se.

He has a really well documented facial scar and official portraits but still disappears to be Lee the tea guy like no one knows.

Techno’s boots trug deep into the frozen over snow as his rope burned hands grasp the lead attracted to Carl. He is furious. Rage radiates around his body in a mass of untamed heat. How dare they? How dare they hurt Phil? How dare they threaten Carl? They betrayed him. They used him. And somehow he’s the bad guy for fighting back. He’s not a traitor. He never lied, he told them he wanted to get rid of the corrupted system no matter what. Then after everything he retires. He quotes his violently, blood soaked ways for a peaceful pacifist life. With Phil…And then they had the audacity to hurt and trap Phil so they could hunt him down after he told them of his retirement. Hunt him down and execute him with no trail. Not even a chance to defend himself. Sure, the evidence against Techno was pretty damning but that’s no excuse. He should’ve known better. These people are the government. They just want power.  

The voices in Techno demand blood. He’d been ignoring them for so long. Depriving them of what they so much desire. Now they scream at him desperately.

Blood. Blood. Kill. Kill. Kill them. Kill them. Blood. Blood!

Oh, Techno was going to give them blood alright. L’manburg thought it was bad before? Just wait until their streets flood with blood. He tried to warn them. They didn’t listen. That’s not true, Techno realizes. Wilbur listened. And now Wilbur’s dead.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill-

Carl halts moving and starts stomping his hooves. Techno stops walking instantly studying his horse in concern. Carl’s nostrils are rigid and his lower lip is tight against his jaw. Techno looks out across the winter landscape for a potential threat but all he can see through the windy snowstorm is the steps of his own cabin. Techno exhales, he is so tired. 

‘’It’ll be alright buddy, I’ll get you somewhere safe.’’ Techno promises calmly to Carl as he starts to move faster, longing to get inside. The horse follows without complaint but he continues to grind his teeth in distress. Techno puts Carl safely into his stall silently worrying over the horse associating his home with bad memories. 

Techno turns, aiming to start traveling up the stone staircase to his cottage when he sees it. A vibrant splash of red across the glistening white snow. He freezes, not sure what he’d just seen in the corner of his eye. The piglin grabs his last remaining weapon, a netherite pickaxe, from his belt and turns the corner to face whatever is on the other side. The voices roar for violence as he stops in confusion at the sight before him. Is that…Tommy? 

A small boy lays crumbled up against Techno’s house. He is shivering violently curled up into a ball only having a short t-shirt and thin pants to protect him, both pieces of clothing appear to be torn and ripped. Techno numbly lowers his pickaxe genuinely not sure what to make of the scene in front of him. 

The last time Techno saw Tommy he was promply told to ‘’fuck off’’. At the time Techno wasn’t complaining. Tommy had used him to complete an illegal government takeover and the bitter taste of betrayal hadn’t quite faded from Techno’s month. But Tommy is still just a child. And Techno would be lying if he said he wasn’t riding on a high after watching Tommy get thrown out of the corrupt system he’d sworn and sacrificed so much for. Maybe he’d finally learn. Tommy was doing well then. Sure, he wasn’t thriving but Ghostbur was helping him build a little area for shelter and Tommy was already mining to get more resources when Techno visited him. Now though the kid looks, well, like a kid, a small and fragile child. Techno is surprised when the voices in his head suddenly shift at the sight. Their bloodthirsty demands fade shifting into one panicked obversevation.

Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Hurt!

Techno squints at Tommy struggling to see through the storm and the fuzziness of his own damned eyes. He doesn’t quite believe that Tommy is actually in front of him, at his own hidden cottage, not screaming cuss words at him. Why is Tommy here? Why is he so…Techno moves closer, shielding his eyes from the snow. Tommy’s eyes are squeezed shut in pain as his body involuntarily huddles closer to the stone wall of Techno’s house. Techno kneels down in front of him not quite sure what to do. He reaches down one of his hands and gently shakes Tommy, doubting the kid wants to stay asleep in the cold. Why is he sleeping here anyway? Logstedshire is in a much warmer climate than this, and certainly safer.

Techno is shaken from his thoughts when he realizes that Tommy isn’t waking up.

‘’Tommy?’’ Techno question shaking the boy a little harder. ‘’What the hell are you doing here:?’’.

Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! The voices cry out and Techno physically shakes his head moving his hand away from Tommy. Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! They continue and for the first time Techno fully takes in the child in front of him. His heart rate picks up as he realizes something is deeply wrong. Tommy’s clothing is indeed torn to shreds, his shirt ripped open in all the wrong places and his pants torn at the knees as if he’s been crawling on them for weeks. Tommy doesn’t have one of his shoes anymore, relieving a blistered and red foot from the cold. Tommy’s exposed toes and fingers are white and hard numbed to the brim with frostbite. The tips of Tommy’s ears are bright red and frozen blood clings around his nose. The teen’s face is splattered in colourful bruises that cause Techno to cringe. Techno has been in many fights and he’s never seen injuries this bad. Techno’s eyes quickly flick to Tommy’s knuckles expecting red marks but they, unlike the rest of his body seem to be unharmed, almost as if Tommy didn’t even try to fight back. Techno notices that Tommy is no longer shaking now just laying still a pained expression etched on to his face. That’s when it hits Techno.

The piglin thrashes his long hair away from his face violently before softly moving his hand to Tommy’s wrist. At first nothing. For that agoning half a millisecond Techno’s mind goes so many places. What he could have done. Should have done. Tommy is a child. Sure, when Techno was Tommy’s age he was fighting many battles and ruling over an empire. But he is the blood god and Tommy is a small human. And when Techno was sixteen he had Phil. He always had Phil. Tommy has no one. He has no parents. The only person that truly took care of him was Wilbur, and he’s dead. And he’d just been exiled from his only home. Techno did want Tommy to learn a lesson and he was pretty sure Tommy can handle himself but Techno is starting to think he should have forced his assistance onto the boy anyway. Tommy never would have accepted help from him but…when Techno said he wanted Tommy to learn a lesson he didn’t mean like this.

The fateful thumping returns and Techno lets out a heavy breath. His relief doesn’t last long. Tommy’s pulse is weak. Too weak. Techno has lived in cold climates long enough to know that’s anything but a good sign. Unsure of any other options Techno uncomfortably scoops up the small child in his arms. Tommy instantly curls into the heat nuzzling into Techno’s chest. The piglin freezes in place not used to receiving such affection from anyone, let alone Tommy. He starts moving again knowing he can’t exactly afford to waste any time. He climbs the stairs as the voices switch their tune again.

Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Help! Help! Help!

He places Tommy down on his couch, the boy letting out a weak whine at the loss of warmth. Techno flinches at the hoarse sound and instinctively goes over and picks up his old red cape from the hook by the door. Techno hesitates a mere moment before coming to his senses and draping the cape over Tommy like a blanket. 

It doesn’t take long for Techno to start up a fire and collect a few blankets to pile onto Tommy’s thin body. And god, is he thin. At first Techno doesn’t understand. Tommy isn’t completely helpless; he knows how to scavenge and hunt. But then Techno realizes that might not be true. Tommy is nothing if not mischievous. When he was first orphaned Techno wouldn’t be surprised if the raccoon-like child didn’t just steal his food. Then Wilbur and the other residents of L’manburg were there to help him, and in Pogtopia Techno farmed most of their food. Heck, Techno should be surprised that Tommy found anything to eat by himself at all. Techno looks over at the strong-willed teenager huddled under a mass of blankets with a happy smile and he curses L’manburg, curses the government, for putting Tommy in such a position. Tommy and him should be at each others throats with swords and fiery comebacks, Techno shouldn’t be here watching every rise and fall of Tommy’s chest begging gods he doesn’t believe in to keep it moving. Eventually Tommy starts tossing and turning in his sleep and though it doesn’t look comfortable, Techno relaxes glad Tommy’s body is no longer shutting down. 

After a few more minutes Techno finally convinces himself Tommy is stable and risks leaving the room. Techno is tired. So tired. He nearly died today, but Techno doesn’t care, he can’t let Tommy suffer. He just can’t. The voices agree.

Help! Help! Help!

Techno roots around in his cupboards until he finds a small kettle. He smiles ignoring the throbbing of his muscles to reach for it. Techno’s plans on heating up some water knowing that a warm beverage will help Tommy’s condition greatly. Techno silently wishes he had something more caloric but he doesn’t know what Tommy’s small body will be able to handle at the moment, so water it is. Techno starts filling the kettle with some of the water he’d saved in a cauldron, the kettle clatters to the ground when a scream rings out. 

It’s high and strained. It’s Tommy. Techno does not rush into the room, that is not how he fights.

Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! 

Techno moves his feet slowly and deliberately. Rage fuels Techno’s every moment, preparing to murder whoever or whatever dared hurt his Tommy. Even if it isn’t something he can physically tackle Techno is going to make whatever it is hurt.

When Techno strides into the room, power radiating off of him even without his armour and crown, he sees Tommy sitting up on the couch. The boy’s face is a ghastly pale clearly indicating he shouldn’t be upright yet. His eyes are wide and glassy and his boney right hand is clasped around his throat as if he’s begging for air. Sweat rolls down Tommy’s forehead but Techno can tell from the boy’s blue lips it isn’t because he’s warm.

Techno stops walking lost without something to throw his pickaxe into. Tommy stutters for a few seconds before his head lolls back and Techno races over just in time to stop Tommy getting a concussion on top of everything. Techno cradles the child’s head in his hands with an uncharacteristic amount of softness as Tommy’s eyes flutter. The boy’s breathing is slow and shallow as his glazed over eyes stare up at Techno. It causes the piglin’s heart to lurch.

‘’Dream…’’ Tommy chokes out weakly, his eyes bubbling.

‘’What about Dream, Tommy?’’ Techno questions, knowing Tommy can’t really see him, lost to the panic of his mind.

‘’Where…’’ Tommy coughs. ‘’…is Dream?’’. Techno doesn’t know what to do with such a question, confusion clouding his thoughts. Doesn’t Tommy hate Dream? Dream was the one that gave Wilbur the explosives that collapsed L’manburg and Dream is the one that’s been helping Techno, one of the boy’s enemies. The voices answer Techno themselves. 

Dream! Kill! Dream! Kill!  

Tommy’s expression suddenly switches to something more urgent. He jerks out of Techno’s grasp and struggles as if trying to sit up but his body isn’t strong enough.

‘’Dream!’’ Tommy screams. ‘’I have to find Dream!’’. Techno’s anxiety skyrockets as he tries to hold Tommy down to stop him from hurting himself more. The boy gives in clearly standing no chance. Tommy slumps down his eyes unfocused. ‘’Dream…’’ He says his speech slurring. Techno cautiously removes his hands. What in hell’s name is going on? Tommy is clearly delusional; that much is obvious, but why is he screaming about Dream? Why does he think he has to find him? The voices prevoid no help only continuing to latch onto the word ‘’Dream’’ mixing it into their bloodthirsty cheers. Techno isn’t surprised as the voices seem to quite enjoy the fact that Techno is the only one ever able to defeat the god, ‘’Dream’’ in combat.

‘’Tommy…’’ Techno starts the normal edge to his voice noticeably absent. Techno struggles unsure of what to say to the broken child. But then Tommy’s eyes lock onto his and they dilate in fear. Tommy tries to scream but his dehydrated throat stops him, so Tommy only admits a strangling rasping sound. Techno wonders how he ever could have brought so much harm to this kid, he’s so destroyed and Techno knows part of it is his fault. Tommy’s eyes have held many emotions, anger, hatred, resentment and a long time ago even awe, faith, and trust. Techno has never seen them carry so much fear.

‘’Dream!’’ Tommy calls out as if expecting the god to come to his aid. ‘’Wh-who are you?’ Tommy asks Techno, his eyes blurred with tears. Techno’s heart can’t take much more, yes Tommy’s condition is clearly messing with his head but Techno can’t help but want to break at seeing the boy not remember him. The boy who used to look up to him, used to scream at strangers how he is a ‘’Techno stan’’, who celebrated continuously when he joined pogtopia. ‘’Where’s Dream!? I need to find Dream! I need to find Dream…’’

‘’Tommy.’’ Techno says again this time with much more certainty. The boy’s eyes snap to still hollow with fear. ‘’You know who I am. I’m Technoblade, remember?’’. Tommy blinks a few times before wincing away covering his eyes. Quite sobs ring out and Techno swallows his unease and moves to kneel beside Tommy on the couch. 

‘’Where’s Dream…?’’ Tommy mumbles through his tears.

Dream! Kill! Dream! Kill! Kill Dream! Kill Dream! Kill Dream!    

Techno shifts, he’s never been a touchy person but Tommy needs something more than words right now. Techno moves slowly giving Tommy lot’s of physical warning before wrapping the shaking child in his arms. Tommy goes rigid, his sobs calming down. Techno feels Tommy’s cheek brush against his piglin ears. The boy’s hands move wobbly up to touch the ear, Techno stays still afraid any movement would shatter Tommy.

‘’T-Techno?’’ Tommy says his voice wavering with uncertainty. Techno nearly cries himself at the sound of his name falling out of Tommy’s mouth. The piglin quickly contains his emotions, but not before tightening his grip on the child in his arms.

‘’Yeah, it’s me kid.’’ 

Tommy practically melts against Techno, wiggling into a curled up ball in the warmth. Tears spill down Tommy’s face as he mumbles millions of apologies burrowing his bruised face in Techno’s shoulder. Techno holds him close, protectively holding Tommy against him. Techno’s arms are gentle and careful, fear of hurting the boy keeping them from shaking with rage. The piglin’s eyes are burning with an unquenchable hatred. L’manburg abandoned Tommy, his friends had allowed this to happen, and Dream did something to him. The voices match Techno’s anger.

snow and stars intertwine by ly_writes

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hurts to feel, cut to numb by ly_writes

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firelight lamplight candlelight by diapason

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Golden by Im_Basically_Shakespeare

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Imprint by Im_Basically_Shakespeare

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‘Cause no one listens to the dead by WiresCarryingMe

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there’s nothing more romantic than dying with your friends by Jura_lyn

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I Want To Be Enough For You, Because You Deserve The World by DirtyTrenches

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taking care by hydrangeasheart

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i think i’ve made my choice (there’s a reason) by noot_writes_stuff

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i hate titles, take some wilbur and tommy content by Spuds_123

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Va, je ne te hais point by Emmasmith

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You’re Having a Nightmare, Little King by Dustyboialex

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Bend the nightmare (You control it) by gayraspberry

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how to give advice not coated in sarcasm: a guide from tumblr by HaloRocks1214

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Never go live when you’re tired by Miishae

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Aliit ori'shya tal'din (blood of the covenant) by milo_the_fish

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Undying Flame by imnotpostinganything

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'cause now we smell the same by  milo_the_fish

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in which wilbur soot takes dreams existance personally by lilith747

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but still nobody wants me by like_theletter

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i don’t wanna feel better by Cypherr

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You have me wrapped around your finger real tight by batsbatsbatsbats

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its the most awful time of the year by always_an_anxious_mess

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The Drip by Lillian_nator

Hello whump community!

Ive decided that this would be a great time to show you all what I’ve been working on in my free time. It’s not nearly finished but I don’t care. I’m going to share it anyway. So without further ado, introducing…

Aceofwhump’s Fanfic Masterlist!!

This has been a massive, ongoing project of mine for a while now in which I am endeavoring to catalog and categorize every fanfiction I’ve ever read/bookmarked. I fear this project will never be complete but I’m going to share it now anyway.

Inside, you will find links and summaries to the fanfictions I’ve read over the years on both AO3 and FF.net (although I am still imputing the ones from FF.net). Each fic is sorted by the specific whumpee that they center on. So there’s a page for Danny Williams, for Mike Warren, for Lucifer Morningstar, and many many more. The fics are 90% whump with a touch of fluffy ones thrown in too. This list is based on the fics I’ve read so it leans heavily on my favorite whumpees and my favorite tropes. 

I’ve been working on categorizing every fic by its tropes (so theoretically you could search for say seizure fics or sick fics) but that’s taking me a loooong time because I have to reread every fic in order to determine what kind of categories to make and to look for the specific tropes. So for now you’ll have to make do with the fic summaries and using the search function. I’ve only gone through like two of the whumpees in terms of categorizing so that part of the sheet is incomplete but when it’s done, each whumpee will have their specific trope categories so you won’t necessarily find the same tropes in each category but it should help narrow down the fics better once I’m done. 

The list gets updated all the time so check back in every now and then. There might be something new. I will also update this post when and if I ever get the categories done.

And you all can help me with this as well! If you read a fic on the list and feel like sharing what tropes are hidden inside, send me a message with them. Does it have torture? broken arm/leg/rib/etc.? Does the whumpee cry? Get kidnapped? Have a panic attack? Let me know! Help a girl out! And if I’ve accidentally missed categorized something please shoot me a message so I can fix it.

This is on Google Sheets and it’s a massive document so it may take a moment to open. If anyone needs helps navigating it please don’t hesitate to let me know. While you can use it on mobile, it does work best on desktop in terms of filtering and search function, just so you all know :)

And you may all continue to ask me for fic recs as well of course because I’m always willing to do some ao3/ff digging to find what you’re looking for :)

Special thanks to @theladyoffangorn for being my beta tester. You’re the best ❤❤

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1jfJ8rHwvGCzmCfwJolr925mSCjcR5TS0TDPlCnzCOEY/edit?usp=drivesdk

Title: I’ll Be Your Shelter

 link to fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12934998/chapters/29561079

pairing: General Sam and Dean

rating: Teen and up

wordcount: 29,746

tags: 

Child Abuse

hurtSam

protectiveDean

John Winchester’s A+ Parenting

Abusive John Winchester

Hurt/Comfort

Hurt!Sam

protective!Dean

beatings

Confinement

shooting practice

warnings:  Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Child Abuse (physical and emotional)

Author’s Note: This is my first Sam and Dean fanfiction.  I just wanted to a way to share my writing and get some feedback.

Please let me know if you need anymore information.  

Thank you!  I appreciate you letting me self rec my work :o)

“Coffee,” John offered, pressing a paper cup into Bobby’s hands. “S’good here. I come by whenever I’m in town.” 

“Thanks,” Bobby muttered. “Boys? Are you hungry?” Bobby craned his head to peek in the back seat of the Impala, and stopped short when he saw that Sam and Dean had both undone their seatbelts. Sam, lanky at just 14, had folded himself up small enough to fit onto Dean’s lap. He was fast asleep, his nose tucked into Dean’s neck.

Dean’s own jaw was slack, his cheek resting on the top of Sam’s head, his breathing deep and even. 

Bobby’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed. John got into the Impala, completely unaware of Bobby’s discomfort. 

“Boys are asleep?” John grunted, peeking into the review mirror. Bobby waited to see the horror on his face, or at the very least, shock and unease. But there wasn’t. John just chuckled softly, and turned on a soft rock station. “Good. Sammy was up all night with nightmares, and Dean was up with him.” 

Even that, the fact that Sam couldn’t sleep peacefully without his big brother; John didn’t seem concerned. 

“John,” Bobby rasped. “They–I mean. Look at them.” Bobby didn’t turn around again. John’s eyes flickered back to the review mirror, reversing out of the parking lot. 

“They look so peaceful when they sleep,” John snorted, “You wouldn’t know what hellions they are when they’re awake.” 

“Not that,” Bobby shook his head, wringing his hands together. How to put it? “Brothers aren’t…like that. Brothers ain’t that close.” 

“Sam and Dean aren’t normal brothers,” John replies smoothly, undisturbed. 

“You’re right, they aren’t,” Bobby nods shakily. He hears Sam stir a little in the backseat, then let out a soft sigh, pressing closer to Dean. “Maybe–Maybe Sam could stay with me for a few weeks? Get some distance. Could be good for them–”

“No,” John snaps, his voice sharp enough that Dean’s soft snores stopped before picking up again. “They’re just close, is all. And they’re going to have to be. They won’t have it easy, growin’ up surrounded by things that wanna hurt them.” 

“But John, I mean, you’ve got to see it–”

“I see two brothers who would do anything for each other. Two boys I can send out into the world knowin’ that they’re going to do everything they can to keep each other safe.” John’s jaw muscles jumped and his hands flexed on the steering wheel. “That’ all I’m gonna say about it. Don’t bring it up again–and don’t mention separating them, especially not to Dean. I don’t need him stealing the car and hitting the interstate with Sam ‘cause he thinks we’re going to keep them apart.” 

“Fine,” Bobby swallowed. “Fine.” 

We definitely do, anon! Here’s everything I could find relating to all things Deaf!Sam (with some bonus Deaf!Jared thrown in too).

Deaf!Sam Series by readysetspeak1. What a Thing to Have Done / 2. In the GapPairing: Gen | Rating: R | Wordcount: 1,300 & 1,450 | Archive: LJ1. Sam starts to shut down after Jess dies. / 2. Sam feels, and John never quite gets it.

Your Hand In Mine by Marianna MorganPairing: Gen | Rating: T | Wordcount: 9,126 | Archive: ffnetPre-Series AU – Deaf Sam, Big Brother Dean – Dean had cringed at Sam’s request for him to join the kid at the play but had agreed because that’s what Dean did…whatever Sam needed. And tonight, Sam needed him to interpret.

Deaf!Sam Verse by CastielWinchester96 ( @jaredsnuggles )Pairing: Gen/Sastiel (depends on fic) | Rating: (not listed) | Wordcount: 60k+ | Archive: A03Sam is profoundly deaf and unapologetic about that fact. Over 40 fics (and counting) of both original works and episode based tags. You can also find the masterpost on LJ here, and the series always takes requests. 

A Canine Companionship by RayneSummerPairing: Gen | Rating: K+ | Wordcount: 3,013 | Archive: ffnetDeaf!Sam AU with a Hearing Dog called Bones, set Season One. On a brief hunt for a witch, Bones demonstrates that he’s not just a Service Dog; he’s family and he will protect his owners. Dean reflects on this as he performs his own job as a big brother.

4 out of 5 Series by mishaphappens1. Can’t (But I Can)/ 2. I Hear Your Hand / 3. Too LatePairing: Gen | Rating: Gen | Wordcount: 1,131 / 2,174 / 996 | Archive: A031. Just because you can’t hear, doesn’t mean you can’t. Sam has always been deaf and Dean has always been a little stupid. / 2. Sam has to work harder, harder than everybody else, because they can retain a hundred percent of their surroundings. Sam receives only eighty percent. You’re working with four out of five senses, John always tells him. Four out of five. Those are Sam’s numbers, the definition of his being, the handicap that describes who he is, the only thing he’s ever going to be. / 3. John is always too late to save the ones he loves.

Life on Mute by jennytorkPairing: Gen | Rating: (not listed) | Wordcount: 506 | Archive: LJ“What’s it like?”… “You’re trying to understand what being deaf is like?”

You Can Hear it in the Silence by EspoirPairing: Gen | Rating: Teen+ | Wordcount: 9,888 | Archive: A03Sam suffers from permanent hearing loss after a bout of childhood measles. He might be deaf, but he’s still Sam, still Dean’s kid to look out for. The Winchesters deal, just like they do with everything else.

Deaf!Sam Series by btch sprinklesParts - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5Pairing: Gen/Sastiel (depends on fic) | Rating: M | Wordcount: Varying | Archive: ffnet

Not Your Typical Hunt by BlackBeautyQueen33Pairing: Gen | Rating: T | Wordcount: 12,205 | Archive: ffnetSam has been deaf since birth and lately he’s starting to feel left out. John treats him like he’s useless and he wants to prove that he’s not. Sam is 20 and Dean is 24.

A Different Type of Hunter by BlackBeautyQueen33Pairing: Gen | Rating: T | Wordcount: 31,021 | Archive: ffnetPrequel to Not Your Typical Hunt. All Sammy wants to do, at 11, is prove to his father that he can do the job despite being deaf.

How to Fix a Broken Family by JesssyPairing: Gen | Rating: K+ | Wordcount: 63,694 | Archive: ffnetAfter years of being ignored by his father for being deaf Sam turned his back at hunting and family. Years without any contact went by when a tragic death reunites Sam and Dean. On their first hunt they have to stand up against demons, ghosts, angels and a very angry father. They have to try to become a family again.

The Noise of Stars by hishn_greywalkerPairing: Gen | Rating:  | Wordcount: T+ | Archive: A03Even when you know it’s coming, dealing with the consequences of a deal made with a demon is never easy.

Bonus Deaf!Jared

Hurt!Sam Fic Recs - Theme: Psychological Trauma #5

Broken Images by mizpah Pairing: Gen | Rating: PG-13 | Wordcount: 29,284 | Archive: DW Tags: amnesia!sam, mental illness

A stranger gets submitted to a psychiatric hospital, but who is he? Sometimes he says he’s Sam, more than sometimes he says he’s John, most of the time he says he’s Dean.

Needed by noobieninja Pairing: Gen | Rating: PG-13 | Wordcount: 13,252 | Archive: AO3 Tags: Angst, suicidal thoughts

Dean is the eldest, Adam is the beloved little brother, and Sam is left to pick up the pieces of himself every time his family shatters him.

The Palest Ink by wetsammywinchester Pairing: Sam/Ruby, implied Wincest | Rating: NC-17 | Wordcount: | Archive: AO3 Tags: amnesia!sam, manipulation, tattoos, possession

Sam suffers from short-term memory loss after the brothers’ showdown with Lilith. Unsure who to trust or what has happened to him since Dean was taken to hell, he survives by reading the tattoos and notes on his body. When a demon from his past shows up, offering to help him kill Lilith and rescue his brother, he jumps at the chance. But who is lying and who is telling the truth?

Gentle Flesh by steeplechasers Pairing: Samcest | Rating: PG-13 | Wordcount: 7,533 | Archive: LJ Tags: body horror, implied torture/rape, hell memories

Sam’s soul is back, safe and sound, from Hell—but his body’s nowhere to be found. He’s on the run, leaving nothing in his wake but echoes. He doesn’t want his soul back, and he’s got good reasons. When Sam finds him, hiding out in a motel room halfway across the country, they only have until morning to decide: whether to become one person again, or part ways forever. 

Salvation Singularity by freya922 Pairing: Gen | Rating: PG-13 | Wordcount: 2,029 | Archive: LJ Tags: possession, psychological horror

As April draws near, Tony starts seeing stuff about Light It Up Blue on social media. And, hey cool, support for autistics. He can get behind that.

Until he, ya know, actually looks into the organization behind it.

And oh dear.

Tony is livid. Because. No.

He ends up talking to Peter about it, who shrugs because he already knows actually, and “Mr Stark, if you want to support a good cause next month, go red instead.”

CW: Whump involving a minor (character is 16), although minor is not whumped in this piece. Institutionalized slavery setting, pet whump setting. This piece is more angsty comf, though

“435689, Position Two,” The handler said as the door opened, but the boy didn’t move. He kept his jaw set and curled up even more tightly, pressing himself into the corner of the small white room.

“I said, Position-… shit. See, I knew when I saw the other one… You’re definitely too young,” The handler said, and the boy looked up at him, confused by the words. They swam around him, swooped down and up, made sense only after whole seconds had passed. They put stuff in his food, but he had to eat, right? He tried not eating, but they made him, anyway. He’d do anything to not have to be fed through the gag again. 

Or the drip.

The boy shuddered, tears in his eyes, blinking them away as rapidly as he could. If he cried, the handler would laugh at him, they laughed at all the trainees who cried. 

This handler, though, just… stood there. 

“Jesus, how old are you?”

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed, and he tried to curl himself up even more tightly, arms around his knees, shivering in the constant frigid chill. “All…” His voice cracked and he flinched, ready for the crack of the baton - but nothing happened, and finally he forced his eyes back open to see the handler hadn’t moved. “All p-pets are of legal and c-c-consenting age, sir-”

“Yeah, but you sure as fuck aren’t.” The handler sighed, raking a hand back through his hair, his other hand dropping off the black baton that hung on his belt, little a little ridiculously oversized compared to the young handler’s skinny hips. As soon as he wasn’t touching it, the boy relaxed, just a little, but he kept his eyes locked. “What are you, sixteen?”

The boy hesitated, waiting for the trap he knew must be in the question. It was a trick - he had to say he was eighteen, they worked on this, it hurt and hurt and hurt until he agreed to say he was eighteen - but the handler’s expression didn’t change.

There was no satisfaction there. Instead, there was something the boy hadn’t seen in anyone’s face since he got here… concern.

“I w-was… I’m eighteen,” He said, not quite whimpering the words, his eyes still on the black baton that hung off the handler’s belt. “All pets are of legal and consenting ah, age, I’m sorry don’t be mad at me-” 

The handler stepped into the room, and the boy cringed, putting his arms up over his head to defend himself. 

“Hey-… hey, it’s okay, let’s just settle, yeah?” The handler kept moving, step by careful step, slow like a documentary the boy had once watched in class, where they moved up towards a scared wolf and-

Pain - piercing like a knife through his skull - and the boy cried out, curling up tighter. “Please,” He whispered. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Settle,” The handler said again, more softly. “Settle. It’s okay, 435689, you’re okay. You’re going to be okay. I just want to get a better look at you, yeah? Can you look up at me now?”

my small contribution to the boxboy multiverse pioneered by @sweetwhumpandhellacomf & @shameless-whumper

A fraternity house decides ordering a boxboy will be great fun. So, they get themselves a mascot, a perma-pledge. But they don’t always agree on how to treat him.

This story features a pet whumpee so there’s trafficking/slavery and abuse. Nonconsensual drug use and alcohol are commonplace. Update: some drabbles now contain dubcon and NSFW material. Please heed the individual tags/warnings.

Character Description 

Unboxing

Drinking challenge

Bobbing for apples (head shaving)

Alex discovers Z’s new haircut

Z2 realizes Alex and Dominic are friends 

Z2 and the sorority girls/ jealous Cameron

Z2′s collar and Alex and Cam fight

Dominic “playing doctor” with Z2

Sorority Weekend 

Sorority Weekend 2

Cameron and Z2 on the sofa (dubcon)

Angry Dominic scares Z on accident

Cam and Z2: Gunplay

Cam and Z2 Kiss

Passing out from hunger

Z2 Gets strep throat (sickfic)

Dominic studying with Z part 2 (”playing doctor”)

Firetruck

Cameron and Z2: Papercuts

Cameron and Z2- Do you trust me? (duct tape)

Crossover Fanfic: Z2 and Carlo meet

Dom and Alex Patch Z2 Up (post whipping boy)

Alex takes Z2 home for break (firetruck conversation)

Alex’s House Part 2 (Z has a nightmare)

Cam finds Z2 crying

Cam and Zee Prompt: Full Body Lean

The Whipping Boy

Owner’s Manual/Positions and the boys fight

Public Humiliation/NSFW (at a party)

Searching for Answers: Alex and Jake (by @ashintheairlikesnow

Alex gives Z a teddy bear

Dom being stern with Z

Fanfic: Cissy and Dominic Date (bookstore)

Fanfic: Z2 and the BB gun

At the Party (Tyler dislocates Zee’s shoulder)

Dom (& Alex &Cam) fix Z’s shoulder

Armwrestle 

Monkey in the Middle

Cam and Alex kiss

Z2 Meets Cecelia (Max and Pet Series Crossover)

Cam and Z- Respect

Dom takes Z2 and Cissy home with him (roadtrip)

Cam takes Z2 home for the Weekend

Cam takes Z2 home for the Weekend Part 2 

Panic Attack (Cam and Z2)

Cam uses Z to hold his drink (fluffyish)

Z2 has a night terror (Cam and Z2)

Amber and her boxbabe (super NSFW explicit)    

Amber and Belle pt 2: Halloween

Amber and Belle (And Cissy and Cam)

The Cedar Chest

Kidnapping

Snippet: The Massachusetts Boxboy

Alex/Cam: Say It

Tumbling Walls: Cam’s Really Shitty Day  (by @gottalovethemwriters)

Alex/Cam: Hand holding

Post Kidnapping Snippet Alex and Zee

Cam and Alex: Angry-Crying

Zee tied in the closet

Alex finds him

Alex rescues Zee

Bradley the Alumnus: meet

Bradley takes Zee home

Cam/Zee: Forced Strip

Alex/Cam: Slap

Tic-tac-toe: Zee remembers his past

Cam/Zee (Jamey’s Nightmares)

Cam, Alex, Zee: Lazy Afternoon

Cam/Alex: Tied Up

Z2: Lightbulb

✨The spn fic recs road so far…✨ First, my top favorite supernatural fics - includes genfic, jared/jensen rps, and related sam/dean and unrelated sam/dean. 

❤️️ beloved spn tropes

amnesia - 11 recs: gen, sam/dean, J2 (jared/jensen rpf)

android AUs - 5 recs: gen, J2, dean/sam

animal transformation - 11 recs: genfic, J2, unrelated sam/dean, sam/dean

casefics - 20 recs: genfic, sam/dean, and J2

curtain fics - 7 recs: genfic, dean/sam

de-aged!sam winchester - 5 recs: genfic

deified sam n dean - 4 recs: genfic, dean/sam, J2

demon!dean or !sam recs - 6 recs: genfic, J2, and sam/dean

dragonAU!fic recs - 8 recs: J2 and sam/dean

hell exploration - 5 recs: gen, unrelated sam/dean

…IN SPACE! AU fic recs - 9 recs: unrelated sam/dean, J2

kid!fic shmoop - 12 recs: genfic

love letters to location - 3 recs: gen, sam/dean, J2

migraine h/c - 3 recs: genfic

mundane AUs - 3 recs: dean/sam, J2

outsider/guest POV recs - 14 recs: genfic

pets! they get pets - 7 recs: genfic

slave AU fic recs - 9 recs: genfic, unrelated sam/dean, J2

superhero AU recs - 6 recs: J2

stanford friends - 4 recs: genfic

time travel recs - 6 recs: genfic, sam/dean, and sam/sam

winter holiday fic recs - 6 recs: genfic, unrelated sam/dean, sam/dean

withdrawal h/c recs - 5 recs: genfic, dean/sam

zombie AU recs - 11 recs: genfic, J2, and sam/dean

❤️️ askbox trope requests

wincest noncon recs - 5 recs: dean/sam and J2

rape recovery recs - 9 recs: gen and dean/sam

❤️️ miscellaneous spn recs sorted by ship 

genfic recs - 24 recs

sam/dean recs (related and unrelated aus) - 21 recs

jared/jensen rps recs - 6 recs

…and finally just so I can keep track of it, this is my spn ISO fic post 

✨ Other incredible spn fic rec catalogues ✨ 

❤️️ general places that rec SPN

spnlittlebro (tumblr)

thej2library (tumblr)

wincestreading (tumblr)

J2-recs (LJ)

SPN Story Finders (LJ) & to find rarefic, this post 

❤️️ fantastic authors/creators who rec SPN

phoenix1966sbottom themes ficrecs

wellcometothedarkside

soy-em

~~~end of spn content~~~

✨my 7 favorite spideypool fics✨

✨my 3 favorite hartwin recs✨ ❤️️ general places that rec multifandom

All of the drabbles right here in approximate order chronologically:

First Arc (Captured):

Captured

BTHB-Chained To A Wall

Sickness, Exercise, and Collars

Electrocution and Creepy Comfort

Blindfolds and Punishment

BTBH-Thwarted Escape (and blindfolded)

BTBH-Carved Mark

Lullabies and Loss

Loss and Acceptance

Pet names, Comfort, and Conditioning

Christmas With Tristan

BTHB-Loss of Sight

Rescue Attempt

Sleep Deprivation and Creepy Comfort

BTHB-Water Torture (and Fever)

BTHB-Be Careful What You Wish For (Finn and Cameron Part 1)

Finn and Cameron Part 2

Finn and Cameron Part 3

Bittersweet Fireworks

BTHB-Manhandling

BTHB-Shivering and Shaking

Exhaustion Part 1

Exhaustion Part 2

Exhaustion Part 3

BTBH-Locked up and Left Behind

Escape and Freedom:

Escape Part 1

Escape Part 2

Fluff!

Christmas With Charlie

Traumatic Flashbacks

Interrogated Part 1

Interrogated Part 2

Sickness with Charlie

Mugging

Speechless

Recaptured:

Finn Recaptured

Punishment

BTHB-Broken Ribs

BTHB-Dragging Themselves Along the Ground

Pain and Painkillers

Future fic:

Character Study

CW: Pet whump, systematic dehumanization. Multiple whumpers. Individual CW in pieces

[moodboard created by the amazing @newbornwhumperfly​ Thanks again!]

(Little World building ask)

Official Chapters

Forever Home

Lucky’s Pet Spa

I know what you did

His fault

The Glass

Stress Relief - Not anymore

Fun Stuff!

Cold (at the store before Forever Home)

Fruity Pebbles - Drabble

Sam’s reaction to Brody’s bad dream

Dylan tricking Brody