#oc hayden reeve

[whump-it]

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.

#whump #oc callum #oc callum morrow #oc Hayden #oc hayden reeve #where do people go when they've had enough of their lives #the collection box #collection box #blindfold #sensory deprivation #whumper #whumpee #Callum wants to be perfect #oc master Hayden #master Hayden is a dicksplat

[whumpy-writings]

Save the Date! Cry of Fangs is Coming Out March 26.

Cry of Fangs, Of Vampires and Men book 1, is finally finished! It's 72,000 words long, has 7 different POV characters, and contains a healthy dose of whump in addition to politics, battle scenes, and of course lots of fangs. I put a ton of blood, sweat, and tears (honestly mostly tears) into this book and I can't wait for y'all to read it!

For years, the vampire nations of Lucia and Torin have lived in an uneasy peace. That all changed when Lucia annexed the independent city-state of Cesvic. Now, war is looming on the horizon and no one is safe.  A Slave Far away in the Lucian capital, Hayden is the human blood bag of the youngest Lucian prince. And a pawn in a political game of chess that might bring the nation to its knees.  A Monk Mora, in Cesvic, is worried. She serves as a Monk of the Goddess of Humans, and the Lucians have declared her faith dangerous and heretical. It will take all her wits and courage to keep the humans in her care safe.  A Soldier In Torin, Aldon is a cadet at the military academy. One who most definitely does not want to be there. He will have to find his strength if he is to survive both the school and the battlefield.  A Boy Reeve just wanted to stand up for his father. But the vampire sergeant didn’t like that, so now he’s stuck as a blood bag in the Torin army.  Vampires rule the world. And where there are fangs, there is sure to be blood.

You can preorder the paperback at Barnes & Noble, and if you want a signed paperback you can preorder one on my ko-fi shop! Signed copies will ship out in early/mid April. And if you want an ebook, you can preorder a copy on ko-fi or your favorite ebook retailer.

I am also looking for readers who are interested in receiving a free ebook of Cry of Fangs in exchange for an honest review.

If you are interested in reviewing Cry of Fangs, please fill out this form. I'll be sending out copies on March 2.

Full list of content warnings below the cut:

Blood

Violence

War

Restraints

Torture

Slavery

Depression

Suicidal ideation

Suicide attempt

Disordered eating

Self-hatred

Religious persecution

Minor whumpee (OC is 16)

Referenced noncon

Dehumanization

Whump of nonbinary characters

Major character death

Emotionally abusive parent

Reference to a small-pox like plague

#of vampires and men #vampire whump #whump books #whump community #whumblr #writeblr #whump writing

[thorne93]

Masterlist

Updated as of 8/10/2020

Crossovers:

Unforseen Chasm (X-Men and Avengers) - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Fire and Ice (X-Men and Avengers) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Caught in the Act (Criminal Minds and Supernatural) - Spencer Reid x Reader

Things Left Unsaid (John Wick and The Night Manager) - John Wick x Reader x Jonathan Pine

Past Vs Present (Loki and Star Wars) - Loki x Reader x Anakin Skywalker

The Newcomer (The Covenant & Witches of East End) - Chase Collins x Reader

Aftermath (Avengers and XMen) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Inside The Criminal Mind (Criminal Minds and Dexter) - Spencer Reid x Reader ft. Dexter

Supernatural:

Dean:

Three’s Company - Dean x Reader x Sam

TD Challenge - Dean, Crowley (no pairing)

Together Forever - Dean x Reader

Happy Birthday - Dean x Reader

Smut / NSFW Drabbles

One Hell of a Surprise - Dean x Reader

Sam:

Crazy in Love - Sam x Reader

Three’s Company - Dean x Reader x Sam

Castiel:

His Hero - Castiel x Reader (Best Friends)

Jack Kline:

Inexplicable Fate - Jack x Reader

Crowley:

The Saddest Thing about Betrayal - Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

TD Challenge - Dean, Crowley (no pairing)

Lucifer:

The Saddest Thing about Betrayal - Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

Benny:

One Year - Benny x Reader

Team Free Will:

Goodbye - Dean, Sam, Cas, OC’s (no pairing)

A Gift for a Friend (Smut) - Dean x Lois (OC) x Cas, Lexi (OC) x Sam

Marvel:

12 Days of Christmas ft Thor, Remy Lebeau, Peter Parker, Dr. Stephen Strange, Pietro

Stan Lee University 

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Charles Xavier/Professor X:

The Explanation - Charles x OC (self)

Hard Headed - Charles x Reader

Closing Time - Charles x Reader

Trouble in Paradise - Charles x Reader / Stryker x Reader

Signs - Charles x Reader (featuring other X-Men)

United We Stand - Charles x Reader

Days of Future’s Past - Charles x Reader

Table Turn - Charles x Reader

The Right Path - Charles x Reader (Erik friend)

Silver Lining - Charles x Reader

Undying Love - Charles x Reader

Steve Rogers/Captain America:

Once Upon A Dream - Steve x OC

Homesick - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Homesick - Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

To Protect and Serve - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Don’t Make Me Do This - Bucky Barnes x Reader

No Matter What - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Missed Connection - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Helping Hand - Bucky Barnes x Reader / Loki x Reader

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver:

Unusual Upbringing - Pietro x Reader

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Chance Encounter - Peter x Reader

The Reason - Peter x Gwen with Reader best friend

Accident - Peter x Reader

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Savior - Loki x Reader

Faith - Loki, Thor, Reader (No pairing)

Helping Hand - Loki x Reader / Bucky x Reader

It Was Written in Song - Loki x Reader

Anything for Love - Loki x Reader

Something There - Loki x Reader

Gambit / Remy Lebeau

Stranger In A Crowd - Remy/Gambit x Reader

Deadly Mistake - Remy/Gambit x Reader

Howard Stark

Awkward Moments - Howard Stark x Reader

Tony Stark

Awkward Moments - Howard Stark x Reader (Ft. Tony Stark)

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Thor Odinson:

Faith - Thor, Loki, Reader (No Pairing)

Vision

It Never Ends - Vision x Wanda, Reader x Vision

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Paranoia - Clint x Reader

Vision

It Never Ends - Vision x Reader / Vision x Wanda

DC Comics

Insulting - John Constantine x Reader (and OFC)

Criminal Minds:

Best Teacher Award - Spencer Reid x Reader

Fox the Fox - Spencer Reid x Reader

Nerves - Spencer Reid x Reader

Green Eyed Monster - Spencer Reid x Reader

What Are We Gonna Do? - Spencer Reid x Reader

Watch It - Spencer Reid x Reader

Inside The Criminal Mind - Spencer Reid x Reader (ft. Dexter Morgan)

Star Wars:

Revenge of the Jedi - Anakin x OC

Opposites Attract - Kylo Ren x Rey

Sherlock (BBC):

Curious Conundrum - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Original Stories:

Until I See You Again

Actors:

James McAvoy

Decisions, Decisions - James McAvoy x Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Congrats, Grad - James McAvoy x Reader

Just My Luck - James McAvoy x Reader

Tom Hiddleston

Decisions, Decisions - Tom Hiddleston x Reader x James McAvoy

Lies and Slander - Tom Hiddleston x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Woes of the Heart - Tom Hiddleston x Reader / Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past)

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Seantor!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Learn From The Master - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Custody Battle - Tom Hiddleston x Reader (w/ Keanu Reeves ex)

So It Goes… - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Sebastian Stan

Lies and Slander - Sebastian Stan x Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Don’t Say Yes - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Why Her? - Sebastian Stan x OFC (Chris Evans x Reader / Chris Evans x OFC)

Lost and Found - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Knight in Shining Armor - Sebastian Stan x Reader

First Impressions - Sebastian Stan x Reader / Hayden Christiensen x Reader

Old Flame, New Problems - Sebastian Stan x Reader / Hayden Christensen x Reader

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Seantor!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader (Ft. Sebastian Stan)

Blessing - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Parenting Fail - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Broken Wedding Bells - Sebastian Stan x OFC / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Keanu Reeves

Woes of the Heart - Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past) / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Custody Battle - Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past) / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Chris Evans

Why Her? - Chris Evans x OFC / Chris Evans x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Hayden Christensen:

First Impressions - Hayden Christiensen x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Old Flame, New Problems - Hayden Christensen x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Chris Hemsworth:

Smut/NSFW Drabble

Tom Holland:

Number One - Tom x Reader (Smut)

Bill Skarsgard:

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Senator!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Unexpected Guest - OFC x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Jared Padalecki:

Not Your Fault - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Not His - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Jensen Ackles:

That’s Why - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Once Upon A Time (TV Series):

Who Will Win? - Jefferson x Reader

Split:

This Isn’t Stockholm - Kevin/Dennis…etc x Reader

Tag Team (smut) - Barry and Dennis x Reader

Victor Frankenstein:

Not What You Thought It Was - Victor x Reader

#masterlist #marvel #split #victor frankenstein #once upon a time #supernatural

[ao3feed-thiam]

thunderbolt and lightning (very, very frightening!)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2N30DdK

by duttydan

Liam Dunbar is utterly embarrassed that on top of all the other things wrong with him, he has crippling astraphobia, fear of thunderstorms, that has only been amplified ever since he got the bite. It was common in dogs and humans, and he just so happened to be both.

But he has help tonight. He has a bit of Scott with his scent, a bit of Brett with his voice, and a bit of Theo with his hugs. He can make it tonight.

Words: 5447, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Mason Hewitt, Liam Dunbar, Corey Bryant, January Epps (OC), Jake Reeves (OC), Brett Talbot, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, The McCall Pack, The Geyers, Theo Raeken

Relationships: Liam Dunbar & Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar/Brett Talbot, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Additional Tags: past Liam Dunbar/Hayden Romero - Freeform, Astraphobia, Self-Destruction, Mental Breakdown, Coming Out, Mirrors, Scott is a Good Friend, Werewolf Biology, fear of storms, Brett Talbot is Liam's Bicon, Liam-centric

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2N30DdK

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Teen wolf #thiam #Theo Raeken #Liam Dunbar

[whump-it]

I've been missing my sad boy Callum. I haven't done enough with his story at all lately.

I decided to rectify that by starting this today...

It's going to have this line it, spoken by a rather disastrously panicky Rory;

"I think...I think I've broken Callum."

#whump #oc callum #the collection box #oc callum morrow #collection box #oc rory #whump community #oc rory linden #whumpee #oc alyaa #oc alyaa ashiq #where do people go when they've had enough of their lives? #the collection programme #oc hayden reeve #oc master Hayden #Callum wants to be perfect #Callum wants to feel safe #Rory is a quiet disaster #Rory linden International man of disaster #Rory is worried about his Callum #Callum loves Rory #Rory loves Callum #Rory and callum are soulmates

[whump-it]

For the truth serum ask… Hey Callum. Who owns your body? Who has the right to hurt it?

"Why are you asking this now? I've been away for so long. For so long. Rory will tell you. He says Master Hayden isn't in charge of me anymore. He says... he...umm."

Callum rubs at his head, where his bruise never seems to go away. Where his head always seems to ache and throb.

"Rory. He doesn't... he doesn't understand," Callum whispers. "I have words. They're important words. Master Hayden taught them to me. I can tell you. 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."

His eyes tear up. They fall down his cheeks.

"My body is not mine to hurt," he sobs. "My body is yours. Master Hayden. He's... he has the right to hurt it. He owns it. I'm sorry. Please. Rory doesn't understand."

#ask me things #ask and you shall receive #ask #ask answered #oc callum morrow #oc callum #oc hayden reeve #oc master hayden #oc rory #oc rory linden #where do people go when they've had enough of their lives #the collection box #collection box #truth serum

[whump-it]

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."

#oc callum morrow #oc callum #where do people go when they've had enough of their lives #the collection programme #the collection box #oc hayden reeve #oc hayden #oc master hayden #master hayden is a dicksplat #mouth gore tw #scissors #whumper #whumpee #callum is crying #callum will be perfect #Callum wants to be perfect #Callum will atone

[whump-it]

Callum: Fever in Chains

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

@haro-whumps @grizzlie70   @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @iaminamoodymoodtoday @burtlederp @my-whumpy-little-heart @pepperonyscience @faewhump @crowned-avery @whump-tr0pes @spookyboywhump @finder-of-rings @liliability @whumpfigure @girlwithacoolcat @tears-and-lilies @inpainandsuffering @whumpfigure @whumppsychology @ashintheairlikesnow @justabitofwhump

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.

#whump #whumper #whumpee #oc Callum #oc Callum Morrow #oc master hayden #oc hayden reeve #oc haz #oc haz the teddy #fever #callum wants haz #callum has a fever #Callum wants to perfect for his master #callum will be perfect #Callum will atone #Master Hayden is a dicksplat #chains #wrist restraint #wrist restraint tw #sickfic #callum is ill #Callum is nervous #stress position

[whump-it]

If you could face high-five any one of your characters (whumpee, whumper, caretaker, all your choice), which one would you pick? And with what implement?

I would face five Hayden. Very very very gently. I would stand behind him, one hand fisted in his hair. Then with my cheek, I would so softly press it to his while I whisper

"You hurt Callum. Now it's your turn"

#oc hayden reeve #oc master hayden #oc callum morrow #oc callum

[whump-it]

Tree atonement for Hayden. I wouldn't give him the straps. I would literally jus mummified him in barbed wire and leave him there to die of dehydration or the elements. Top it off I would encase his feet in metal boots with hot coals at the soles so his feet will roast as he hangs there. Nasty man!

Can we give Ethan a tree too please!!!!!

I love this. My whumperflies have lifted off! Because honestly, this is the only thing that might stand a chance of getting through to Hayden just how horrific he is.

#whump #tw barbed wire #outdoor whump #oc hayden reeve #oc hayden #oc master hayden #tw dehydration

[whump-it]

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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Callum; Not Worth The Hurt

Am I having a bad day? Yes! Am I taking it out on Callum with a huge helping of angst? Yes! He's a sad sad boy. Enjoy!

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The sound of his own breathing.  The scratch of another piece of his teddy’s matted fur across his face.  He pushed the teddy harder across his mouth and nose.  His lungs heaved in a sob and he bit down hard on the fur, hard on the anugish that fell from his lips. 

He wasn’t worth hurting anymore.  If he wasn’t being hurt then why did he even exist.  Why had he been brought here only to sit and be and do nothing to bring any equilibrium to the world. 

Tears ran down his cheeks, collecting in the teddy’s fur or else gathering on his jawline before dropping. 

“I’ll give you something to cry about.”

No one gave him anything to cry about anymore.  Only the stupid workings of his stupid brain made him cry.  Stupid stupid stupid.  Rory never hurt him.  Never shouted at him.  Never got cross at him.

“It’s ok.  Eveything’s ok.”

Master Hayden must be missing him by now.  The door was always locked.  All doors were always locked to him.   His jaw refused to give up it’s hold on his teddy.  His shaking hands pressed it still, pressed it to his face.  His tears carried on soaking in while he shuffled, sobbing, to the door.  The locked door.  He knew it would be even as he tentatively reached out and touched the handle. 

Harder.  Harder.  He gripped on with one hand and wailed into the scratched softness of his teddy, sinking to the floor. 

He wasn’t worth hurting anymore.

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Rory’s Audit; Part 1

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The Collection Box had been quiet again just recently.  The usual ebb and flow of the seasons.  It was normal.  It happened ever year without fail.  But Rory still felt a little nervous about the impending visit from his boss.  They hadn’t had much cause to interact often since Rory had started working for the Programme.  Mr Newman spent most of his time at the Locality Facility, only rarely stopping by to clap Rory on the shoulder and tell him that he “ran a tight ship”.  And then he was gone again for months on end.  It was partly why Rory had become so organised in the first place; there was no one there to help him or tell him what to do so he kept rigorous notes, took excellent care of the Locality Box, and kept the equipment in top notch condition, always replacing it before it really needed it.

Rory loved his job and he felt as sure as he could that he was good at it.  His BP were always calm and content.  His Selectors often sent thank you cards or photos of themselves with their BP over the years.  Not all of them did but a good enough amount did to reassure him that the system was helping a huge amount of people.  And it paid for him to be able to keep a roof over his head.  Bills paid on time.  Food bought.  A little to go aside into savings every few months. 

All in all, a visit from his boss, especially one preceded by a gruff sounding and very short phone call was a concern.   He both loved, and needed his job.

So in the few hours prior to the visit he had spent time cleaning everything.  Making his Collection Box into the best damn box that the world had ever seen.  He vacuumed.  He dusted.  He damp dusted.  He swept.  He had one BP in who was taking the chance to have a midday sleep after Rory had checked that they were comfortable and full, not needing the toilet or not feeling unwell.  He apologised for all of the noise that he was making and tried to keep it down now that they were sleeping. 

“Boss man coming in or something?” they’d joked at him.

“Actually yes,”  Rory had said.  The BP had frowned.

“Don’t look so nervous,” they had said.  “I’ll tell them how good it is here.”

The memory of the little exchange had kept the edge off Rory’s panic for most of the morning, until the knock at his door came and caused an uncomfortable leap up in his heart, thudding in his chest.  He rubbed his palms down the legs of his trousers in an attempt at not having sweaty palms in time to shake his boss’s hand.  It certainly made turning the doorknob to his office door into an easier task.

“Mr Newman,” Rory said, a smile on his lips that didn’t quite meet his eyes as he tried to inject a light hearted tone to his voice.  “Good to see you again.”  He shifted back out of the way of the door before remembering that he had meant to shake hands.  He stuck his hand out as Mr Newman walked through the door, effectively slapping his boss in the stomach as he did so.  Mr Newman stopped at the slap of Rory’s hand and looked down at the offending appendage.  Rory winced and slowly brought his hand back to his own side. 

“Sorry,”  he said.  “Awkward.”  He could feel his face heating up as Mr Newman stood and regarded him with one eyebrow raised as he sighed.  “Ok, come on in!”  Mr Newman walked past him, and Rory shut the door, wincing and muttering to himself to stop being such an idiot before straightening up, tugging his hand through his hair, fixing his smile back on his face and going to sit at his desk.

"Look," Mr Newman said, sitting down and waving a hand impatiently at Rory, hurrying him up. "I'll keep this simple. We need to run an audit; you need to run an audit. State ordered. No wiggle room."

"Ok?" Rory said, leaning back then sitting forward. Awkward. Uncertain.

"Don't play the idiot," Mr Newman snapped. "The rumour mill's been working up to this and there's no way that even you, isolated as you've made yourself out here, there's no way that you haven't heard anything." Rory held his nerve. Held his silence. He wanted more certainty from his boss.  Mr Newman sighed and crossed one leg over the other, ankle to knee.  “The young BP, Rory.  Some girl has come out saying that she was kept and abused by some drug lord, drug baron.  Whatever.  Look, they should’ve sent her down with him but somehow she got off all the charges.  It was her money he was using.”

“Well,” Rory said, the tiniest hint of a shake to his voice.  A fraction of nerves amongst the knowledge that what he was about to say was going to be right.  “It was his money once she was Selected so, technically, she had no control over what he did.”

“So you have heard,”

“Well....”

“Stop saying ‘well’ all the time,”

“I’ve heard,”  Rory said.  His inner monologue had been aching over the rumours.  Pining.  The scabbed-over wound that Callum Morrow’s appearance and subsequent Selection had left was fresh and bleeding again.  But with only a rumour to go on, he had set it to one side. And burned and ached.  But he had put it to the back of his mind, stamped it down.  Callum was fine.  Callum was happy.  His Selector checked out.  It was one rumour. 

“We, apparently, can’t “go on turning a blind eye” anymore.  Or so the Givernment are saying.  Some internet forum or some other rubbish.  I don’t know.  But people are starting to kick up trouble.  Not the BP I may add.  The girl has gone quiet.  No other BP are whining.  But the powers that be don’t like how it looks.  We’ll come out of it fine.  But I need you to do that audit.  And I want to see the results first.  Got it?”

“Got it,” Rory muttered.  The voice in his head kept getting louder.  Callum Callum Callum.  A scar that had suddenly stopped healing.  Sutures tearing out.  Mr Newman glared at him.

“You better have “got it”,” he said, as he stood and turned his back on Rory, walked to the door.  “How long is this likely to take?”

“Um,” Rory mentally shook himself.  Callum Callum Callum.  Be ok.  Be ok.  “Not long.  I only have one under twenty five ever come through here.  Don’t ever get any under about forty actually.”

“So...?”  Mr Newman flapped one hand at him, the other already turning the doorknob.

“Give me a week,” Rory said.  “I keep good records.”  His attention was already wandering further and further from his boss and drifting to his laptop and his filing cabinet.  His data sticks and his photographs.  He heard Mr Newman’s terse goodbye but not the words.  The banging shut of the door jolted his attention to the buzzing silence of the room around him.  “Fuck.”  He hissed the word out into the room, pulling at his hair, rubbing at his face.  Dashing away at tears that he had not realised were even beginning to gather.  He felt pulled in too many different directions.  There was too much to do and too many places to start.  He snatched up a piece of paper and started to write.  He needed a list.  A plan.  A way to channel his thoughts so that they wouldn’t get away from him.  He needed to produce an audit.  Please his boss.  Keep the only source of money that he had. 

He needed Callum to be ok.  More than all of those things, he needed Callum to be ok.

The list grew.  It flowed out from his pen.  He forced himself to write alowly and neatly.  Mistakes could not be a part of this.  And rushing wouldn’t achieve anything.  The very first thing on his list read ’look after current BP’.  He took a deep breath in and out, and carried on.  ‘Laptop’, ‘data stick 3ii’, ‘file copy Callum Morrow’, ‘file copy Hayden Reeve’.  He wrote down the websites and databases that would hold the answers to the questions that he was forming and solidifying in his mind.  ‘Postal Service’, ‘GIS’, ‘MapReader’. 

At the very bottom he wrote ‘You’ve got one week to get him’.

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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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