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Hey Callum. Long time no whump. Did you miss me!?

For the anon who sent an ask. I've made a start. Here's a snippet!

With aching and bruised knees, Callum knelt in silence and darkness. He could not see. Could not hear. He knew he was alive; he was still breathing. And from time to time, a slopping slurry of blended up vegetables had been shoved in his mouth, a hand fisted in his hair to force his head back. Then, just as quickly as it had come, it left.

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Only if you WANT to....but tongue snipping? I don't know if you've read little men but Father Baehr had that happened when he lied

TW MOUTH GORE

Master Hayden had the nail scissors in his hand. He passed them back and for. Hand to hand. Nonchalantly as though they were harmless.

A blade was never harmless.

Callum knew this without a doubt. Once, and he didn't know when, but once, his Master has taken him outside and he had held a knife. He had held his Masters knife. He had made no move whatsoever to hurt Master Hayden with it.

It has still been pushed into his mouth while he had worked his tongue around it's blade, trying not to hurt himself.

"Come here, stupid little pet," Master Hayden said. Callum shuffled to him on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back as they usually were. Master Hayden looked down at him with narrowed eyes.

Wide eyed with love for his Master, Callum looked back up at him then bent to kiss his feet without being asked. He had been so so good lately. The skin around his mouth wasn't sore or cracked because he hadn't been forced to wear his muzzle for quite a while. His Master was wonderful. Scary. A force to be reckoned with. His protector.

"Kneel up," Master Hayden said. Callum knelt and stared up. "Stick your tongue out little pet."

Callum did as he was bid. He remembered his first day here, when he had screamed and fought and swore so much that his Master had made him poke his tongue out then doused a cigarette on it. This must be better because he hadn't been fighting.

"Close your eyes,"

Cold. Hot. The taste of iron and then the hideous flash of pain on the very tip of his tongue as the blades of the scissors pushed together across it. He howled, tears springing to his eyes as he tumbled backwards with no way to break his fall. Master Hayden dropped down next to him and grabbed up a handful of his hair, yanking his head back and slapping him hard across the face, spraying a fine mist of blood from his mouth with the force of the motion.

"Little pet," Master Hayden hissed in his ear as he sobbed in great gulps. "Little wretch. That's how fine the line is. Don't you forget it."

He was shoved hard to the floor by the hand that fisted in his hair.

"And if you don't want worse, then I suggest you don't bleed on my floor."

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Callum: Fever in Chains

TWs for sickfic, stress position, restraints and Hayden beyond horrid!

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Follows on from this little piece!  https://whump-it.tumblr.com/post/614105812111065088/for-the-one-word-prompt-maybe-callum-with-a-fever

"You can lead a horse to water," Master Hayden said.  "But you can't make it drink.  Do you know what that means?  Or are you too stupid these days?"

Callum's eyes flickered open and closed.  They felt hot.  His eyeballs felt like they were burning.  He wanted to rub his head and check that the spot that always seemed to be bruised was still bruised.  When he moved his hand it was stopped almost instantly by the restraints around his wrists. His joints were aching and throbbing.

He choked on a sob.

"I'm sorry m...m...mmm...Master Hayden," he shivered, the tremor running from the top of his head right down to his toes.  He thought that he had been listening to a lullaby.  He thought that his hands were his today.  But they were stuck somewhere above his head.  He pulled again, pulled and got no more than an inch before they were stopped again.  He groaned and looked up, vision swimming a little.  His wrists were cuffed backed together again as they always were, the link between them jerking against a bar of the headboard, keeping them trapped up there. 

Hands in the air.  He sobbed again.  The lullaby came back.  Rock-a-bye.  He rocked his body back and for and cried with his hands shackled above his head. His mum would have sung that to him when he was ill. His mum would have cared.

His Master sighed, the noise loud and jarring as it pierced his feverish delirium.  Callum wanted the wash cloth back.  He wanted his Master to tell him that he liked him red and sweating with fever.  He wanted not to be called stupid.

He wanted to force his brain to remember what it meant when you led a horse to water.

He wanted his hands back.

“I’ll just go ahead and assume it’s your stupidity showing itself again,” Master Hayden said.  Callum groaned and rolled himself as far over as he could, trapped up by the headboard as he was, seeking the soft comfort of the mattress beneath him in place of the matted comfort of his teddy.  He wanted his teddy.

“I’m sorrry...” he muttered into the bedding.  “I’m sorry for being stupid but I don’t...I don’t...I...”

“I beg your pardon?”  The bed dipped and lurched and Callum felt seasick.  His brain told him that his body was going to tip.  He was certain that he was going to fall.  A bead of sweat rolled down from one shoulder blade to the other.

“I said I’m sorry Master Hayden,” Callum twisted back a little, forced his watering and hot eyes open to try to look at his Master.  “I said I’m...”

“You said ‘but’ you ungrateful little wretch,” Master Hayden grabbed a handful of Callum’s hair, and shook his head side to side roughly.  “But what exactly hmm?” 

Callum’s world lurched again with the violent to and fro of his head.  His brain felt like slurry, slopping uselessly against the inside of his skull.  He could barely think and he wanted his hands and his teddy and he knew that he was sorry but.  But.  There was definitely a but and the flame of fever across his skin and in his mind was working faster than his mouth could keep up with.  Words that should never see the light of day and could never be put back were pressing up against his teeth and his defences were coming down faster than he could prevent.

“But I try!”  The words burst out, a dam with weakened, crumbling walls.  “I TRY.  I try every day and I want to be better and do better but you never tell me how I should do it so that it’s right!” 

The silence from his Master was deafening.  The buzzing from his brain and his ears and his fever was louder.  It drowned everything out.  It drowned him.

“You won’t tell me!  You just hurt me and hurt me and hurt me...” a cough tore up his throat and Callum heaved over it, trying to get it out of the way so that it could stop choking him up.  “You don’t do anything to help me....”  He shrieked at the blow tht he hadn’t seen coming, the heavy handed thud across his right temple.  He pulled and pulled to bring his hands down so that he could protect himself but they remained stubbornly locked up around the headboard.  The effort of his pulling dragged him bodily up the bed, as he pushed himself up closer and closer to his hands.  He curled up as close to the headboard as he could while his Master beat him across the head.

“No!” he cried out, sobbing over the word, stretching its syllable out, multiplying them.

"No!?" Master Hayden threw his head down as though he was disgusted. As though Callum was disgusting. "Where on earth do you get the idea that you can say 'but' to me? That you can say 'no' to me? Me, who puts a roof over your head and food in your belly?"

Callum sobbed and hiccuped, ached and burned up with fever and pain, aches and stupidity. His hands were being moved. They weren't above his head. Hands in the air? No. Hands behind his back. Face pressed into the mattress. A knee in the small of his back as the cuffs were snapped together roughly before the pressure let up and he was dragged off the bed by the wrists. His shoulders lifted too high and the pain made him shriek and drop to his knees with weak knees and a fevered haze.

"Up." His Master's voice penetrated through the overloaded sensations but his limbs refused to work. His normally quick ability to move when restrained was dulled and sluggish. He tried. He screamed internally at himself to move but he wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep and to recover from whatever was raging through his system.

As he struggled to get back to his knees, his Master sighed. Another sigh. Another mark against him. Something else he'd done wrong. The ever familiar feeling of a hand twisting in his hair registered just a second before he was hauled across the floor. 

“You can walk on your knees you little wretch,” Master Hayden said as he pulled Callum along next to him.  “Ungrateful creature.  You go ahead and have the all out stupidity to get ill.  You take up my time with helping you.  You let me put you in my bed and cool you down and then you answer me back.  I have never been as insulted as I am right now.  Hmm?  You know that?  Insulted.”  With the final word, they reached the basement door, the latch being thrown hastily back and the door swung open.  “Down.  And if you take too long I’ll just kick you down there.”

Through his haze of pain and fever, Callum edged his way down the stairs, moaning softly to himself, working his way along on his knees and his side, using the occasional press of his foot here and there where he thought that he would get away with it.  The one dim light that perpetually lit his rules seemed over bright and foggy around the edges as he got closer to it.  As he approached the centre of the floor. 

“Stay on your knees until I’m ready,” he heard his Master say.  His mouth moved before his brain could tell it not to.

“But my knees hurt so much Mas...” he was cut off swiftly by a thudding blow to the side of his head. 

“Let’s keep that stupid bruise of yours around a little longer shall we?”  Master Hayden hissed at him.  “Idiot.”  Callum sobbed and swayed on his knees.  His bruised and no doubt bloody knees, barely registering the sounds of chains being moved around behind him.  His world felt too unstable to focus on anything for too long.  Like a song that plays from one speaker to another, the metallic clinking of chain shifted from one side of the room to the other.  In one ear and then in the next. 

Back and for.

He listened and rocked a little in time with it.

Back and for.

Lost as he was in the aching rythm, he yelped then whined when his Master suddenly appeared next to him, one hand around his throat and the other around his tummy. 

“Face down, stupid,” Master Hayden whispered it in his ear as he lowered Callum to the floor.  Somewhere in the back of his fevereed mind, Callum felt gratitude that he hadn’t been kicked to the floor without his hands to break the fall.  He felt gratitude that he had been helped.  He felt gratitude that his Master was being so kind after he had made himself so ashamed upstairs on the bed.

“Thank you Master Hayden,” he croaked out, his voice cracking with his increasingly sore throat.  He starined to hear anything through the muddle of his mind.  To hear a word from his Master.  He yearned to hear a word from his Master.  Anything that might take the razor edge of his shame from him.  Instead he heard footsteps and chains again.  He felt something around his wrists.  Cold.  It made his body shiver and twitch and he couldn’t stop it.

“You can stay like this until I think you can be trusted not to be so rude and ungrateful towards me,” 

A swift and tight pull jerked Callums arms up behind him and he screamed and sobbed at the pressure on his shoulders.  A click.  A loud snapping sound that echoed through his skull and hurt his head.  A padlock shutting with a register as loud as a gunshot.  Kepping him tightly in place.  Chains from the hooks in the walls wrapped around his wrists and pulled taut. 

Face down and bawling his eyes out.  Arms up behind him to an almost unbearably painful degree.  No soft teddy to lean against.

Hands in the air.  Rock-a-bye your bear.  Bear is now asleep.

He wanted his lullaby.  His bear.  He wanted his mum. 

He wanted anything but silence broken by his own screams and cries.  Anything but the sound of the basement door as it shut behind his Master and left him there.

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Callum, talk about your last punishment from Hayden.

Umm...oh he was so angry with me. I don't...I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop feeling ashamed about what I did. Stupid stupid thing that I did.

Master Hayden had always been so careful with me in the past when we'd used the tree to make me atone. When we'd made me perfect and unashamed. Even when I really messed up.

*he looks down and rubs the palms of his hands, one at a time*

I only wanted to be kind. He looked so sad and i thought I could cheer him up? Stupid. I knew because he was swearing that it was bad. That I'd made a mistake. And then when he took me to the tree and he... he...umm.

*he swallows and takes a moment, looking to you to see if has to continue.*

Umm...ok. There was tape. Only. Only tape. Round and round and...*he breathes a little faster* ... so tight. It held me up but he... it wasn't enough.

He made me put...*he looks at his hands again and shows you the palms*...he umm. So my hands were *he raises his hands high above his head and lays one palm over the other*

He nailed my hands to the tree. Ha... hammer and nail. It...I can still feel it sometimes. The hit of the hammer. He took Haz and stamped him into the dirt while I watched. Taped up and nailed to that tree. I watched him. I watched... Haz.

*he looks down again and hopes you don't see that he's crying*

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Whumptober2020 My Way Or The Highway

Forced to their knees

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"On your knees.   Hands and knees.  Don't you dare get up on your feet today." 

Callum kept his head down.  He had tried so so hard.  The glass in his mouth hadn't been enough.  But the tree and the barbed wire.  The honey and the wine on his Master's fingertips.  They had been enough.  His shame taken and replaced with perfection.  His atonement complete.

He'd fallen from the tree and into his Master's arms and it had been everything.  Touch and senses and forgiveness.  A moment of relief.  He'd been brought to bed and restrained there but it had been a bed.  A bed.  After all this time. 

A bed.

And he'd slept almost instantly until he'd been woken up.   Over and over again until his head buzzed and his vision swam.  Until he felt sick and dizzy. 

Asleep.  Awake.  Asleep. Awake.

Awake.

Awake.

On his hands and knees.

"Pets don't get allowed up on the furniture," his Master hissed at him.  "What did you think you were doing."

Callum's ears rang where he swayed gently on all fours.  He couldn't bring his mind in line.  He had a memory of being put to bed.  Of being given permission.   But he knew the rules and even though this one wasn't written down, it was ingrained all the same.

Pets don't go on the furniture.

"If I see you up on your feet today," Master Hayden said, low and cold.  "I can guarantee that you'll live to regret it for a very long time.   Because after all, number 10."

"We have all the time in the world, Master Hayden."

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Hayden, if you had known your sisters killer didn't look like Callum would you have still done what yoy did? What if yoy learned that it wasn't his lookalike while you were torturing Callum? What would you have done?

*Hayden takes a breath in, closes his eyes, and pinches the bridge of his nose before looking straight at you.*

"I thought my sisters killer had killed himself. I made my perfectly faced wretch atone just as he needed to. If I had known that her murderer didn't look like that? If I'd known he was alive? I'd have hunted him down instead and made him pay. And if I'd learned that it wasn't his lookalike?"

*he sits forward and holds your gaze*

"I'd have locked the basement door with my slow, stupid little wretch still down there and I'd have left him to find his way to the end of his list. He always was slow and useless."

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Callum; Collared (Part 1)

TW’s for this one.  Creepy whumper, ankle and wrist restraints, muzzle, dehumanisation, breath restriction, hair pulling.

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The night before, Callum had knelt in his spot.  His spot was on the floor next to the couch.  If he had been on any furniture in the past few years then he had forgotten all about it.

Wretches don’t get to be comfortable you stupid slow boy.

Do you want to be my pet today?

You can’t let pets up on the furniture.  They get ideas beyond their station.

Give them an inch they’ll take a mile.  Silly little pet.

Master Hayden had stroked at his throat while he had knelt, the night before.  The night when he had told Callum that pets take a mile.  He had stroked and told him that if you give someone enough rope they’ll hang themselves in the end.  He had stopped stroking and pushed a little.  Squeezed a little.  Diminished Callum’s breath down to a wheeze for a moment before letting up again.  When Callum had dared to look up at his Master, he had been met with a smile.  A thin, horrid smile that made him shudder.  When he had done so, Master Hayden had squeezed again.  Had told him not to look away.  Callum had kept his eyes on his Master.  He always tried so very very hard to do as he was told.  Even the impossible tasks.  He tried to do them.   He wanted to get them right. 

“I have an idea,” Master Hayden had said.  Callum had nodded, a small and just about aborted movement with a hand clenching and unclenching around his neck. 

“I’m very happy that you have an idea Master Hayden,” Callum had whispered and wheezed.

“You will be,”  Master Hayden had smiled around his words.  “You’ll make sure to be happy won’t you.”

“Yes Master Hayden.”  His throat had been been squeezed again, hard.

“Everything I give you is just what you deserve,”

“I’m very grateful Master Hayden,”  Callum had forced the words up past the consitction of his Master’s hand.  He didn’t know how long he had knelt there for, with his breathing being controlled.  There had been no regular pattern to it. Sometimes his throat was petted and rubbed and soothed.  Sometimes it was squeezed and pressed and held firmly while he drew aching and thin breaths past the constriction.  Sometimes it was quick.  Sometimes it went on and on.  Sometimes it was in between.  The not knowing had made his eyes water with tears.

The hand at his throat had moved to his hair, and it had pulled and pulled to tilt his head back.

“I can never decide you know,” Master Hayden murmured.  “Are you pretty when you cry, or are you annoying?”  Callum had swallowed down on the lump in his abused throat and whimpered without meaning to when his Master had twisted where he sat.  Had raised his other hand and stroked up and down the exposed and reddened skin of Callum’s neck.  Callum had gasped when Master Hayden had suddenly pinched him hard, twisting the skin while he did so. 

“Hmm.  Annoying I suppose,” Master Hayden had concluded.  He had stood up suddenly and Callum had fallen gracelessly to the floor, his hands cuffed behind him and useless to help break the fall.  When he had hit the floor he had stayed there.  He had pressed his forehead down and shuffled as best he could to meet his Master’s shoe with his head.  He had wanted to do better.  Be better.  He had wanted to be pretty and not annoying.  Instead his shame had come flooding back and he had felt it settle like a rock in the pit of his stomach.  He had stopped moving when the shoe that he had been heading towards raised and pressed firmly against his throat, turning him on to his side, forcing him to roll with it.  He had looked up at his Master while the press of the shoe increased.

“Please Master Hayden,”  Callum had whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please let me be better.  I want to stop being so wretched.  Please let me be better.  I want whatever you have to give to me.”  The shoe had pressed down just a touch harder and Callum had whined.

“You see this is the thing.  Right now you’re crying not because you’re ashamed, but because you’re feeling sorry for yourself.  Sorry that I called you annoying.  Sorry that you’re on the floor.  Sorry sorry sorry.  I don’t appreciate it.  It’s impolite and it’s your own stupid little way of complaining.  I actually have a gift for you but this little display means that you’re going to have to earn it.”  Callum had nodded as best he could beneath his Master’s shoe, and under the weight of his emotions.  He hadn’t realised that he was less than ashamed.  That he was actually just feeling sorry for himself.  He had been appalled that he hadn’t realised.  The shame ground itself up against the self-sorry feeling, a plate tectonic edged earthquake.  Destructive.  Painful.  Raw. With a final push from his Master's shoe, Callum had rolled away and struggled himself back up to his knees. He had started on his apologies and his words, his head bowed, too in shame to withstand the weight of it. He had sunk beneath it. It had felt like a mill stone tied around his neck.

He had jumped and flinched and practically squeaked when his Master had suddenly grabbed at his hair again from behind him. He hadn't noticed that Master Hayden had moved. He had been buried deep in his apologies and his self pity and he felt disgusted with himself. Wretched. Like he always turned out to be, no matter what he did.

His muzzle had been jammed into his mouth, far far back, so far back that he had felt the give of the skin at the corners of his mouth. He had tasted the blood that had run from them and pooled in his mouth with his saliva before it ran out like it always did. Dribbled from his mouth, from around the bit between his teeth. Made the leather in front wet and uncomfortable. It had cut his words off and silenced him while the buckles were tightened and caught up in his hair. The buckles never normally caught in his hair.

"Up," Master Hayden had demanded, while he had dragged him up by the straps and by the hair to march him awkwardly and stumbling to the door to the basement.  Callum had hurried as best he could, hobbled by the chain that kept his ankles constantly near to one another.  That meant that he tripped every few steps every time that he tried to hurry.  His Master had let him go with a shove that had sent him tripping head first into the door to his basement.  He had winced at the assault to his head which made his vision wobble just a tiny amount.  His Master had paused with his hand on the bolt that kept the door locked and Callum knew that nothing good would come of it.  Master Hayden pausing meant reassessing, and reevaluating.  And coming up with something worse.  Callum knew this by now.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Master Hayden had said. “I don’t think that you get to just sit down there doing nothing all night.  That’s no way to earn a gift now is it stupid little wretch.  Little wanna-be pet.”  Callum had shook his head.  Callum had shaken all over.

“Do you remember when I first brought you home?”  His Master had asked him  The hand in his hair and on the straps of his muzzle had gone softer.  It had stopped twisting and pulling and gone back to stroking and petting again.  It made Callum shudder at the intimacy and the sudden change of tone.  “I think we must have got back just about early evening?  Late afternoon?  Oh you were so stupid that day.  Swearing at me and arguing and answering back.  And all that stupid pointless begging, as though you didn’t just donate yourself to anyone who would have you.”  Master Hayden had looked at him and tugged lightly on the straps of his muzzle.  “Thank goodness for peace and quiet hmm?  But you have managed to learn a few little tricks since you got here haven’t you.  You know your rules now without having to look at your list.  You’re much better at staying still and not complaining about it.  And other than today you don’t usually cry and whine too much.  So in honour of that stupid stupid first day that you all but ruined, I am going to give you a chance not only to feel ashamed instead of sorry, but also to have a go-over.  You get another chance.  And then when you succeed, because you will succeed won’t you, slow creature?  When you succeed you can stop feeling all snivelly and sorry for yourself, you will have been ashamed and made unashamed, and you will then get to be perfect for a while.  You’ll like all of that very much I think won’t you.”

Callum had listened and tried not to start to cry again.  He had felt tears run downhis cheeks but he had not made a noise.  He had stayed silent as his Master’s hand in his hair had pushed and pushed until he was kneeling down on the floor next to him.  He had leaned just enough to press his face to his Master’s leg, to show him in the absence of his voice and without the freedom to hold his hands out, that he wanted to feel better and that he wanted to do whatever his Master thought was best.  He had loved the rumble of a hum that he had heard from Master Hayden, even as he hated the loss of contact when he started walking away from him, walked to the front door and opened it to point out to the porch where Callum had shuffled on his knees. 

“I’m going to leave the door open,” Master Hayden had said as he had stepped around behind Callum and linked his cuffed wrists with his cuffed ankles.  “I will close it before I got bed.  So if you really want that gift then I suggest you get yourself in the house before then.  Show me how ashamed you are.  Show me how badly you want to be perfect you desperate. little. creature.  Show me that you have actually learned something.”

Callum had managed to hold back the whine in his throat until he was certain that his Master was out of earshot.

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Callum; Nail Scissors

TWs in this one for storms, being trapped in water, restraints, left alone, creepy whumper, scissors.

This one is based off a picture prompt that @castielamigos-whump-side-blog​ suggested to me.  I hope that I’ve done it well for you.  The source for the picture is @alert-ness​ their blog is beautiful.

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Picking what felt like another little clump of blood out of his teddy’s fur, Callum flicked it away from where he sat beneath the light on his rules. Flicked it away into the dark of one of the basement’s corners. Where it would never be seen again. He picked and picked and muttered through his rules before glancing up to check that he still had them right.

He hated getting them wrong. The shame of his Master’s disappointment when he did pressed down on him, a dull weight that he struggled to bear up. It could be made right again, he knew that. But he hated to be in such wretched shame with Master Hayden.

He picked one last piece of something from his teddy’s fur before he gave up. He had reached number ten on the list of rules again and so really, it didn’t matter that he had only picked a few bits. They had all the time in the world. Master Hayden had taught him that. And he knew that Master Hayden was right because he had given him such good rules. Such easy rules to learn. With a heave of effort he pushed himself up on to his feet in a practiced but always difficult motion. His ankles had been cuffed with a small amount of chain in between them since he had first been brought here and it always made it hard to go from sitting to standing. His mind couldn’t provide him with the information of just when he had last had free use of his hands.

Shuffling to the corner where he always hid his teddy in the dark where the light never reached, he dropped it down and nudged it right back with his feet.

“Can’t risk him finding you,” he whispered down at it. “You’re the only thing left that’s mine so you can’t ever be seen. Sorry.” Manners cost nothing. Callum knew that.

He straightened up and sighed. He never knew when his Master would come for him. Or why. Or what would happen when he did. He started pacing a circuit slowly around the four walls of his basement. He never counted his steps because he was afraid that it would drive him insane but the walking gave him something to focus on while he waited to atone.

When the sound of the lock to the basement finally came Callum hurried awkwardly to the centre of the room and knelt facing the rules. He listened to his Master’s footsteps as he descended into the basement. He dipped his head and watched from beneath lidded eyes and long eyelashes as Master Hayden stopped in front of him.

“Good…umm… morning? Master Hayden,” Callum said.

“Wrong,” Master Hayden said. Callum’s heart leapt in a panic. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, what time of day it was.

“I’m sorry,” Callum said quickly.

“Oh little wretch. And how could you know hmm? How could you know whether it’s morning or afternoon. Or even the middle of the night?”

“I couldn’t know Master Hayden,” Callum whispered, shuffling painfully on his knees towards his Master. “Please, I couldn’t know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He bent down, at the waist, desperate for contact with his Master who had been so kind to him when he didn’t know when it was in the day. He could have hurt him so much for that mistake. He could have pointed out his shame and his imperfection but instead he had forgiven him. He bent and bent until his cheek was pressed to Master Hayden’s shoe. His forehead pressed to his ankle. He stayed there as he felt his Master’s fingers twist within his own. Callum squeezed his Master’s fingers, reveling in the touch. In the way that it felt to know so physically that he had not shamed himself.

Callum could feel his cuffed up wrists being pulled up by his Master’s gripping fingers and it felt wonderful until it didn’t anymore. Until it stopped feeling like a caress and started feeling like strain and tension. Until his shoulders twinged and burned. Until they twisted and he pressed his face further into Master Hayden’s shoe, grit his teeth and and yelled out behind them with the pull, pull, pull. Too much. Too far. He twisted himself into the action to try to gain some relief, his body caught between thinking that rising up on his knees would help send thinking that pressing his face further down would help. There was no middle ground. He couldn’t find relief.

As the pain and pulling continued, Callum screamed his words out.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. My body is not mine to hurt my body is yours.” He screamed it. Screamed it. He took a ragged breath in to start his words again when Master Hayden suddenly dropped his grip and let Callum fall at his feet, panting and sweating and shaking.

“Such a lot of fuss little wretch,” Master Hayden sighed down at him. “I was only looking at your nails. They need cutting.” Callum groaned and rolled himself to his knees, trying to move his arms as little as possible, sharp spikes of pain darting through his shoulder blades at each movement.

“I think I’ll take you upstairs and get you tidied up a bit. The thought of you atoning while you look like that disgusts me. How can you make anything right looking like that hmm?”

“I’m sorry Master Hayden,” Callum whispered. “I want to atone properly please.”

“So you should,” Master Hayden stepped back away from Callum’s desperation for touch. “Up stairs then.” He walked away from Callum like he always did. Never waited. Never helped. Callum knew that he didn’t deserve the help. His Master helped him to atone. Not to climb the stairs. But he always waited for him at the top. Which was exactly where Callum found him once he had got himself awkwardly up the basement steps.

“You will follow me to the living room and kneel by the couch,” Master Hayden said.

“Yes Master Hayden,” Callum said quietly. “Thank you for looking after me and noticing that my nails need cutting.”

“Good manners wretch.”

Callum followed along after his Master, unused to being out of his basement and up in the house itself. He was still unsure of the layout. He passed along a corridor from the entrance hall where the door to his basement came out, passed by windows which were letting a grey and yellow stormy sort of light in. He felt a small twist of disappointment that the sky wasn’t blue. He had hoped instantly for blue on hearing that he was being allowed upstairs. He felt instantly ashamed of himself for being disappointed.

As they passed through into the living room, Callum felt a curl of panic rise up through his bones. Master Hayden had picked up a pair of nail scissors from the sideboard as he walked past it. He tried to school his breathing. To quell his nerves. Scissors could mean blood and he knew that but nothing had been said about colours. Master Hayden had not asked him to repeat his colours. He hadn’t said that this was going to be a colour day. But it wasn’t the first time that Callum had been wrong about things. He knew this. He tried so hard every day to keep up with his Master’s mind. To not be tripped up by words and actions. But it was hard. It was so hard and he felt so ashamed for being so nervous over something as simple as getting his nails cut.

“Why aren’t you kneeling?”

Callum jumped at the sound. He hadn’t realised that he had stopped moving.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…”

“Shut up and kneel,” Master Hayden hissed at him. “Stupid slow boy. Hmm? And here I thought you were doing well today. I’m about to take care of you and you’re just standing there. Idle. Do I have to do these things for you? Do I?”

“I’m…umm…” Callum knelt next to where his Master was standing by the couch. He always landed heavily on his knees, unable to use his hands for balance. Unable to move his ankles far apart. It always hurt. He always thought that maybe it made up for just a tiny part of his shame.

“Shut up,” Master Hayden murmured into his ear, bent down behind him and taking hold of his right hand. Callum wanted so desperately to hold his Master’s hand. He wanted to be allowed to crawl to him and beg him for something. For anything. His hand was twisted into the right position to allow his nails to be cut without too much trouble. He ached with the desire to say sorry but the overriding urge was to do as he was told. To shut up.

At the first clip of the scissors Callum flinched. He didn’t want to. He hated himself immediately for it but he had been unable to stop his muscles from reacting before they did it anyway. He heard his Master’s huff of annoyance and trembled softly in it’s wake. He bit back on the urge to say his sorrys after being told to shut up. Every cell, every atom of him was straining to apologise as he flinched again when the scissors clipped away at another nail.

“Ungrateful creature,” he heard his Master mutter behind him, clipping with the scissors again. Every touch was a new terror. Every touch could mean cutting. Blood. Callum tried to stay still but his body was trembling, his muscles were twitching. His throat was feeling tight.

“You’re beginning to try my patience,” Master Hayden said behind him. “Anyone would think you want me to cut you, twitching around like that.” The clipping continued across his hand and on to the next until all ten nails had been trimmed.

“Done,” Master Hayden said, standing up slowly, dragging the scissors along the length of Callum’s spine as he did so. “Use your manners wretched little creature and use them fast. You’ve already annoyed me enough as it is.”

“Yes Master H…Hayden…th… thank you Master Hayden for…umm… for keeping me so well. Th…th… thank you for…f… for looking after m…me. I’m sorry I was wretched. I’m so…s… sorry and ashamed of myself.”

As he spoke, he watched his Master move around him to stand in front of him. Master Hayden placed the tip of the scissors underneath Callum’s chin and tipped his head back. Forced him to look up while Callum gasped on the pinprick pain. Tilted his head while he regarded Callum kneeling and imperfect.

“Did you know something?”

“Umm…I…I…I don’t know anything Master Hayden,” Callum stuttered. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…I want to know what you want me to know.”

“Toenails can be quite hard to cut,” Master Hayden said, pressing the tip of the scissors more firmly into the soft skin beneath Callum’s chin. “It’s easier if you soak them first.” The scissors pressed harder, harder, just to the point of an atom away from breaking the skin when it was suddenly withdrawn and tucked away in a pocket. Callum gasped out a breath that he hadn’t even realised he had been holding.

“Up,” Callum scrambled his thoughts, pushed his bones and muscles into reluctant action to do as he was told. As he moved he remembered his manners, spluttering them out.

“Th… thank you for helping me… for making it easier,”

He was still stuttering his way through his thanks when Master Hayden started walking back the way they had come, back to the entrance hall where Callum followed and watched him pull on waders, boots and a heavy water proof coat. Just the sight of all of the warm layers made Callum shiver where he stood wearing what he always did. A pair of black shorts. It was always either that or nothing. Once he had zipped up the coat, his Master looked at him and smiled.

“Oh you should see your stupid little face. Always so slow aren’t you. I can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever improve. Did you not see what it looks like out there?” He motioned to the glass panels that stood either side of the front door. “There’s a storm coming and I don’t want to get caught in the rain.”

“Uh…umm…”

“You’ll be just fine as you are,”

“Yes… yes… thank you thank you Master Hayden,” Callum stood and blushed while his Master’s gaze raked over him. The shame that he had thought he had avoided had crept up on him and was busy getting its talons in, making him shiver with fright and need.

“Shameful,” Master Hayden murmured. “Aren’t you? But that makes atoning so much nicer. Much more effective. Come on then.” The front door opened to an overly oppressive weight of air that seemed to thrum with latent electricity. Callum stepped out in his Master’s wake shivering against little blasts of cold wind and odd warm pockets of air.

“You’ve never seen the back of the house,” Master Hayden was saying as he walked at a pace ahead of Callum. Something about the oppressive air was making it hard for the sound to travel. Callum stumbled and tripped as he hurried to keep up. Hurried to hear in case he missed something important that he would need later.

“There’s an old pond,”

“Umm…”

“Not ‘umm’ you stupid creature. Pond. I think it probably still has some fish in it. Or something,” Master Hayden barked out a laugh. “Damned if I know but I’ve seen something bubbling up under there. There’s bugs, plants, that sort of thing. There, you see?”

Master Hayden stopped and Callum tripped to a halt beside him. A few metres in front of them was the pond. It looked very old indeed. Sludge and algae had gathered around the edges and the surface seemed thick somehow. Not like water ought to be. Not flowing. Not free. It was trapped and hemmed in and slow and dirty.

And out in the middle of it stood two thick wooden poles a couple of metres apart with restraints at the top.

Callum could feel his Master looking at him. Could feel the razor sharp grin that was directed at him.

“Let’s get you softened up shall we?”

“Yes please Master Hayden,” Callum said, shivering at the sight.

“Off you go then,” Master Hayden said, talking slowly, deliberately, making himself understood by Callum’s slow and stupid brain. He paused for the briefest moment. Just a second or two, but it was enough to earn him a hefty shove to the back to get him going, pitching forward and only just keeping his balance without his hands to steady himself. He sniffed back on tears that wanted to fall as he padded barefoot to the edge of the water and in. It was brown, obscured by mud and plant life. He couldn’t see what he was stepping on and he flinched and gasped at the sharp edges of hidden stones, at the oozing squelch of sediment between his toes. He picked his way across to the poles sniffling and feeling so very ashamed at how long it was taking him to get there. He was terrified that he might trip on some unseen underwater hazard and with his hands cuffed behind him he couldn’t see how he’d be able to get back up. The thought of sinking into that thick and dark water drew a moan out from the back of his throat. By the time he made it to the posts he was knee deep and sobbing. He jumped at the feel of a hand on his neck, his pulse leaping and breath racing. His wrists were unclipped from one another.

“Turn to face me,” Master Hayden said, low and quiet, the grip around Callum’s neck tightening as it twisted to start him moving. Callum shifted with it, trembling through the motion until he was facing his Master.

“Lift that arm,” Master Hayden said, tapping Callum’s left arm. His perpetually aching and misaligned arm. He lifted, shaky, to reach his wrist to the restraint on the first pole and trembled, whimpering quietly as his Master attached his cuff to the restraint.  A tap to his right arm and Callum moved that one as well.  Lifted it up to the next post and moaned soflty at his capture.  Knee deep in slimey, sludge filled water.  Caught up and spread open. 

“There,” Master Hayden said, stepping back slightly while reaching up to twist his fingers in Callum’s hair, pulling is head down slightly.  “Not perfect yet but you will be.  How long do you think you’ll need out here before you feel unashamed hmm?  An hour?  Two?”

“I…I…think…nono…I don’t think.  Umm…two hours?”  Callum chanced a look up at Master Hayden who was smiling again. 

“You know what?  Let’s not set a time limit huh?  I think I’ll know when you’re ready.”

“Y…yes Master Hayden…yes…thank you for knowing what’s best for me.”

“Oh!”  Master Hayden looked surprised all of a sudden and Callum panicked.  His Master was never surprised.  It was a trap. It was always a trap.  “Did you hear that?”  His fingers twisted in Callum’s hair again and pulled his head to the side in an imitation of a cocked ear, listening out for something in the distance.  “I do believe the storm is starting to break.  I’m sure I just heard thunder.”

“Th…Thunder?”  Callum said, stupidly. Slow.  Always so stupid and slow.

“Hmm,” Master Hayden hummed and started to back away.  “Not nice.”  Then he turned and walked away out of the pond, up on to the grimy little bank and towards the house a way back in the distance.  Callum watched him go silently, his legs twitching, arms shaking, heart pounding.  And as he saw his Master disappear back into the house he heard it.  Thunder.  A low and ominous rumble.  The pressure around him seemed to drop all at once as a wind blew up from out of nowhere and the heavens opened.  It swept in all in one go, no warning, no gentle start.  The rain hit the surface of the pond and splattered the mucky water back up and on to Callum where he stood bound and frightened.  The thunder rolled in amidst flashes of lightening and beneath the stirred up surface of the pond, something moved and touched Callums leg.  He jumped and shrieked, unable to move away from his unseen terrors with his ankles still chained together.  Always chained together. 

“I want to be perfect,” he muttered to himself, twitching at each rumble of thunder.  Jumping at every louder crash of sound.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…I’m sorry!”  He said, a little louder.  “I’m sorry…I’m sorry!  I’m SORRY!”

He took a deep breath in, let a stream of tears out.

“No…no…not yet,” he said to himself.  “Not yet.  Not perfect yet.  Always be sorry…sorry.  Not perfect yet.  Too soon.”

The storm whipped around him, water blew up from the pond’s sludgy and dark surface and dripped cold down his skin. 

“I don’t like this.  I don’t like this,”  another crash of thunder, loud enough to make him scream and try to pull his hands down to cover his ears boomed out above his head.  Shook the ground.  Rippled the water.  He jumped and flinched and screamed.  “I DON’T LIKE THIS!  PLEASE I’M…”  he heaved breaths in and out, flagging against the hold of the poles.  “I’m scared…I’m scared.  I’M SCARED!”

Battered by the storm and soaked to the skin, Callum screamed until his throat felt like it would bleed from the effort.  He felt sick from the constant noise around him, within him, from him.  He heaved and retched and cried, great jerking sobs that shook at his whole body.  His words started to break on themselves, unable to sustain the trauma that he was forcing on his throat.

“MASTER HAYDEN I’M SORRY!  I WANT TO BE PERFECT I WANT TO BE…I WANT TO …I WANT TO…PLEASE LET ME BE PERFECT AGAIN I WANT TO ATONE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE”  He could feel his mind losing the track of what it had been thinking.  There had been something important that he should be doing. There was something that Master Hayden had brought him out here for.  The thread at the end of his lucid thoughts was slipping away, blown from him by the wind and the rain.  Shattered by the volume of the thunder.

“I want to…” Callum drooped in his restraints.

“I want…” Callum whispered and flinched and swayed.

“I want…” Callum slumped and let his arms take the strain.  Let his left arm pull and feel like it might break all over again.  He took a deep breath in, raised his head back up and screamed his words skywards.

“TAKE MY SHAME AWAY FROM ME MASTER HAYDEN PLEASE LET ME BE BETTER PLEASE,”

He slumped forward once the words had left his lips, all strength gone save for the muscle action of his shivering form that needed no conscious thought, and sobbed his tears into the pond, giving part of himself to the murky waters that he was surrounded by.

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For the one word prompt. Breathe. I would like to see Callum and Hayden but I will take any of them. Love your writing!!

Hello dear reader! Firstly thank you for what you said and please know that you've made me blush with writer happiness. Secondly, here's your answer...

TW for rope, choking, asphyxiation, threatening and creepy whumper.

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Breathe

"B... b...breathe?" Callum looked up as he spoke, up from his place on his knees in front of his rules.

"Breathe," Hayden said, looking down at him. "You can do that can't you? Or are you so stupid and slow that you even have trouble doing that?"

"Umm...I...I can do it," Callum whispered.

"Exactly. It's basic stuff," Master Hayden replied, bending to take a length of rope from his tool bag. "Just like you little wretch." Callum watched nervously until his master was out of his line of sight, having gotten a small baton out of the bag too. He jumped ever so slightly at the draping of the rope across his collar bones, loose and tied behind plenty of room to spare.

"You're holding your breath you stupid slow boy," Master Hayden murmured, his lips suddenly close to Callum's ear, his breath hot, mouth slightly grazing Callum's skin.

"S... sorry sorry I'm sorry Master Hayden," Callum said and breathed. Breathed. In and out. Over and over. He carried on breathing when the baton slid across the back of his neck beneath the circle of rope. He breathed when Master Hayden turned the baton once and the rope moved up and over his skin and inched closer to his throat.

He swallowed hard and shook and stopped himself from trying to move his hands where they were bound up behind him where they almost always were as the baton turned again and pulled the rope firmly around his throat.

"Breathe, wretch," Master Hayden whispered into his ear before kissing his constantly bruised temple as he twisted the baton again. "And if you stop, I'll turn this into a white day."

Callum breathed and breathed and breathed. He breathed with every twist of the baton. He breathed until he couldn't anymore.

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Callum's Teddy; A Meta-Analysis on "Haz"

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This was something that I discussed a very long time ago with @untilthepainstarts and I want to share it with you all. It's an insight into how Hayden's mind works. Into just how much planning was put into place while he waited for someone who looked just like Callum to come into his life. It's some bonus content while I'm still writing the next few drabbles.

Contrary to how it may seem, Callum's teddy was never left in the basement by mistake when Hayden was preparing the space. Hayden very rarely does anything that isn't a carefully thought out and calculated move.

No; Hayden placed it in a dark damp corner and let Callum find it. Hayden likes to be prepared. He knows that living in the middle of nowhere can be dangerous and so he's given Callum something to associate with comfort in an otherwise terrible situation. He knows that Callum will cling to it like a lifeline and that Callum will try to hide that fact from him. He also knows that, given enough time, Callum will associate the teddy bear with feeling happy and comforted while in the basement.

Should the worst ever happen to Hayden, he's incredibly confident that Callum will not let that teddy go. That he will hold on to it and think of his Master and his basement and feel comfort. Which we've already seen in 'Callum's Teddy Bear'. Callum wants to keep the teddy and wait for his Master.

And lastly, Hayden is using it as a tool to make Callum feel small and reliant and weak like a child who needs to take a teddy to bed because they're afraid of the dark.

Essentially, Hayden is horrific and calculating.

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Callum; Rule 3

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Have a little spoiler piece everyone!  This is an excerpt for you all of Callum learning the hard way that Friday’s are quiet.  This one might not be.  He’ll probably mess it up.  A lot.  And by probably I mean he WILL mess it up. 

Sorry Callum...I’m feeling the whump today.

“Rule number three,” Hayden said.

“Friday’s are quiet days,” Callum replied instantly, his eyes on his Master, determinedly not looking around the living room from where he knelt next to the couch. 

“Good little wretched pet,” Hayden murmured, beding down to look Callum in the eyes, level with him.  “I’m going to teach you how to be quiet because today is a Friday.”

Callum started to shake.  He didn’t want to but his muscles weren’t listening to what he wanted.  He shuddered under Master Hayden’s gaze.

“When is that bruise ever going to go away hmm?”  Master Hayden said, knocking on Callum’s right temple with his knuckles, rapping it like it was a door.  Callum winced.  It hurt.  It always hurt.

“I’m sorry...” he said.  “I’m sorry it won‘t go ...g...go away.  I...I w...would make it go i...if I could.”

“Stupid creature,” Master Hayden said, standing up.  “What are you going to do hmm?  Use your slow little brain to think it away?”

Callum blinked and knew that he looked slow and stupid.  Knew that he was slow and stupid.  His brain wasn’t working like it used to. How do you make a bruise go away?  Idiot wretch.  Creature.  Wretch.  Wretch.

Wretch.

Pet.

“Hey,” Hayden shouted, the noise bursting in through Callum’s thoughts and in through his mind and in through his brain until it rang like a bell.  He flinched.  “Get up.  You’ve got a lesson to learn.”

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attic + Hayden & Callum

Attic

TW creepy whumper, pet whump, dehumanisation

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"It's a pity really," Master Hayden remarked from where he was sitting on the couch. Callum kept still, kneeling and with his head in his Master's lap, as his Master's fingers combed through his hair. Over and over, front to back. It was soothing and Callum loved being allowed to sit this way. Because this way, he knew that he'd atoned. He knew that he'd been made unashamed and that Master Hayden can stand to be around him. Can stand to touch him. He didn't dare move though. He waited for more. Or for instruction. He knew that he hadn't got it wrong when Master Hayden's fingers continued their rhythm.

"Would you like to know what's a pity little pet?" Master Hayden asked, gently taking hold of a fist full of hair to pull Callum's head up off his lap. To force his eye contact.

"Yes please Master Hayden," Callum said quietly. His head was pushed back down and he went with the motion.

"This house doesn't really have any attic space. Or nothing useable at any rate."

Callum stayed silent as Master Hayden's fingers slid back into his hair.

"And you've been such a good pet lately,"

"Thank you Master Hayden," Callum whispered every so softly.

"See?" Master Hayden said, pressing his fingertips down on Callum's scalp. "Good pet. Good little pet. And keeping you in your basement must confuse you so much. Because you are still very stupid and slow. And strictly speaking, the basement is for my little wretch isn't it."

"Yes Master Hayden," Callum whispered. His chest felt hollow. His feet had gone cold. After all this time desperately hoping to be allowed to sleep upstairs, the thought of leaving his teddy down there alone terrified him. The thought of not being able to hug it and take comfort in its non judgemental softness after a day with Master Hayden was unbearable.

"Well," Master Hayden sighed the word out. "We'll just have to make do with what we've got I suppose. And you can be quite amusing when you're all confused. Good little pet."

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Say Hayden. Hasn't Callum atoned enough already?

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Okay. How about 18 and 39 for both Hayden and Rory?

Answers incoming!!!

18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?

Rory: Cigarettes. Ever since that one vomit-based smoking incident. Watch out for your shoes everyone!

Hayden: He doesn't have a flavour that disgusts him so much as an essence. Callum's shame. It's disgusting and Callum will be made to get rid of it.

39. Have they ever been accused of something they didn’t do?

Rory: After he got Callum back he's been accused of being part of the problem. Of not caring. And he struggles with this because he's sure he tried his best but what if they're right? He isn't sure if he was the problem or the solution.

Hayden: He was accused of not being on someone's side. Someone very very very important. It was not true. And then he was late. And then everything went wrong.

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Can I ask for "their fashion sense" and "how they sleep" for Rory and Callum (and Hayden if you want to throw him in, but only if you want to)

Hi!!!

Ok. So let's be honest. Calling what my boys have, fashion "sense" would be a bit of a stretch!

Callum likes to wear layers, because only wearing shorts and the occasional t-shirt for three years has made him appreciate the safe feel of multiple layers. But he tends not to notice if the colours or the patterns clash. When he qualifies as a doctor, it's one of the things that his patients find very endearing about him. He had one elderly gentleman patient who nicknamed him "The Clash" because of it. He also really likes long coats and has no reason why!

Rory likes... his clothes. He's had them for years and they fit. They're comfortable. He's a jeans and tshirt man through and through. That said, if it's been a long day he'll wrap up in a woolly cardigan and put his glasses on because his eyes are tired and he'll wear slippers instead if going barefoot. Callum finds this transition to old man Rory hilarious.

Hayden likes suits. He didn't always but the older he got, the more he appreciated them. He likes well polished shoes. If he's dressing casually it's neat trousers, a neat long sleeved top and some loafers. He always dresses casually for quiet Friday's because he wants to be comfortable. So Callum damn well better not mess it up.

Sleeping? I've done a meta on Callum sleeping which darn near tore my soul out!!! But Callum sleeps best in with Rory. It's not always enough to stop the nightmares. Or the positioning of his hands behind his back. But at least if he wakes in a panic, Rory is with him. He's not alone in his basement or knelt with his head on Master Hayden's lap.

Rory sleeps so much worse since bringing Callum home. He's beset with regret and what ifs. He watches Callum sleep and worries about every noise he makes. He watches for signs of nightmares. He holds on to him. He lets Callum cover himself in blankets them kick them off through the night while they all land on top of him. But truthfully? He hates it when Callum tries sleeping in his own room. Rory sleeps better on those nights. But he hates it.

Hayden sleeps very well knowing that his atonement wretch has spent a good day suffering and in pain. It's better than any sleeping pill. It stops him having nightmares about Lydia. He can drift happily off to the memory of his little creature's screams and crying and apologies and his damn desperation to be made perfect. It's beautiful.

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Oooo 1 and 7 for Hayden?!

Eek! Another ask!

Here you go!

1. What is one word to shut them up?

Lydia. Although the silence will be brief and terrifying in a "calm before the storm" sort of way.

7. What feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate most about themselves?

At the moment he's pretty darn happy with himself. Everything is coming up Hayden. He's finally found the perfect little atonement-wretch. He's got a lovely house in the middle of nowhere. He's eating well. Healthy. But in the past he had a tendency to be late. And he hates that. HATES it. And thinking about it will work him into a quiet rage that can make him unpredictable.

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