#oc Callum Morrow

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So it, uh, looks like I finally wrote some of Callum's story! Enjoy!

The patient had narrowed their eyes at him when he had walked in, three student doctors and two trained nurses trailing in after him.

"I know you from somewhere," the patient had said.  "We haven't met have we?"

"I don't believe we have," Callum had answered, holding out his hand to shake.  "Dr Callum Morrow, consultant surgeon."  The patient had looked at his hand then back at him.

"Oh that's it," they'd said, not taking his hand. "That's why I know you.  You're the one on the TV that time going on about how bad the Collection Programme is.  That's it."

"Hmm," Callum had hummed; a noise of practiced polite, non-commital doctor-answering. 

"I don't want you operating on me," the patient had said.  "No way.  The things you've said about that family.  They lose their parents first, and then if that's not enough, that poor poor girl gets murdered.  Then her brother dies in a car accident and you're the one saying how bad you have it!?  You asked to be a Donor.  There's not one of that poor family left to defend themselves.  My cousin had a BP and they got on like a house on fire.  I don't trust a word you say."

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Sitting in the hospital restaurant, the conversation played over and over again in Callum's head.  He had picked the restaurant quite deliberately over the harsh silence of his office.  It was as anonymous as a man in scrubs with scarred arms and a scar around his throat could get in a hospital.  Too many other people all caught up in their other people drama to notice him.  He doesn't think that he'd have said anything for the patient to complain about, but the truth is that he's not sure exactly what was said after that.  He would have been polite.  He'd not have risked his record at the hospital or his registration as a consultant by being rude.  That much he knows is true. 

Quite what his students must think about him though was another matter entirely.  His past isn't a huge secret and every new person that he meets, every patient, every new recruit, every student he trains and mentors, they all eye up his scars and whisper when they think he's not looking.  But to hear the way that the patient had spoken to him can't have inspired a huge amount of confidence in him.  Patients hardly ever tell a surgeon that they don't want them to be the one performing their surgery.

In front of him, the plate of chicken curry and rice was getting colder by the minute.  It wasn't even that he was particularly hungry, but the restaurant staff weren't overly keen on people coming in and taking up room that paying customers could use.  And so, chicken curry it was.  He had mashed it down with the back of his fork into a lumpy puree.  A cold one, which he sat and stated at.  To the side of the plate, the small dish of melon and custard that he'd picked up for literally no reason suddenly had a use.  He tipped the melon and custard into the curry and mashed it all together.

Perfect.

Just like Master Hayden would have made for him to eat.  Something with vitamins and nutrients and very little consistency.  Something just right for a little wretch who has atoned.  And with very little appetite, Callum ate the whole plate.  Ingratitude is not to be even thought of.   Someone had taken the time and effort to cook this.

And manners cost nothing.  He sighed as he pushed his chair back and took the plate, bowl, cutlery, and tray to the rack where they are meant to be stacked by whoever used them.  Not left at the table for the staff to clear away.  Yes, manners cost nothing, he thought as he muttered thanks to anyone in a uniform on his way back to his office, keeping his head down and eyes on the floor as he went.  Getting to the office and closing the door behind himself was a blessed relief.  Straight away he went to the shelf where Haz was always sat, ready should he be needed, and picked the teddy up.  Pressed him to his face.  Breathed in the smell of his fur.  It smelled like home.  Like real home.  Not like atonement in a basement, covered in blood and mud, a cracked masquerade of perfection that never really was. 

The knock at the door was unwelcome, when he had only been in there for less than a minute.  On instinct born of stress and panic, the noise made him flinch and twist Haz's ear.  He chewed his lip and whoever was on the other side knocked again.  Carefully, he placed Haz back on the shelf, unwilling to let him go so soon, and opened the door to find his favourite nurse, May, stood the other side.

"I heard what happened," she said with no preamble.  It was part of why he liked her so much.  She always had his back and always had her ear to the ground.  And always got straight to the point.  "Did you put Haz back on his shelf when I knocked?"

"Yeah," Callum said, rubbing at his forehead, at the spot where his bruise always used to be.  Where, if someone really looked hard enough, they would see a slight dip that was left from his brain surgery, another step along the road to recovering from what Master Hayden had done to him.

"Do you want to get him?" 

"Umm... yeah.  Yeah I do,"

"Well, come on then," she said, hustling him gently back into the office.  He didn't need to be told twice, hurrying back to the shelf and grasping Haz hard.  "Better?"

"Much," he said, pausing for a moment.  "I...I never lied May.  Never.  It's all true.   I can't lie because it's not allowed and rules like that stick.  They stick when they've been carved and burned and beaten and broken into you."

"I know," she said, coming to him and taking his hands in hers, Haz squashed up in between them.  "Everyone who matters knows.  And anyone who doesn't know?  Doesn't matter."

Callum looked down at their hands.  At Haz. 

"If this bear could talk," he said with a sigh.

"If this bear could talk," May said.  "He'd tell you how wonderful you are.  And how proud he is of you.  And he'd say thank you for keeping him safe all this time.  Most of all, he'd say we'll done and thank you for telling the truth to the whole world."

He could feel his throat getting tighter and thicker with the feeling of tears as he listened to May speaking.  As she stepped in to keep him from sinking too far back into the past where all he had to rely on for safety was a list of ten rules and the tenuous safety of atoning for temporary perfection, knowing that one day his luck and his time would run out. 

The past was not the place to be.  Anything that had dressed itself up as safety back then had been a lie.  He didn't have to rely on those lies anymore.

"You want to call Rory?" May asked quietly.  Callum nodded.  He wanted to do that very much.  Very much indeed.  May squeezed his hands before letting go, standing on tip toes to press a kiss to his forehead.  "You be back for ward rounds on time Dr Morrow, you hear?"

He smiled at her and kissed her back.

"I'll meet you down there."

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Do it do it do it do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

�� PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

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@pepperonyscience look! It's the giant seat pad that Rory bought for Callum to use in his study at home. Except he loves it so much that he took it to work and it's now in his office at the hospital.

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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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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."

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Callum sometimes pushes Rory's glasses back on when he takes them off, because he thinks it's one of the loveliest things he's ever seen and it makes Rory blush.

@pepperonyscience

Better Glasses Tropes

(Brought to you by 'losing my glasses wouldn't make me prettier or dorkier or more badass, it'd just make me me without my glasses'.)

Taking someone's glasses off when they're tired, or to stop them working too hard.

Handing someone's glasses to them with their morning coffee.

Putting someone's glasses aside when they hand them to you before sleeping.

Taking someone's glasses off when they're asleep or nearly asleep with them on.

Asking to take someone's glasses off in the bedroom, before things start to get hot and heavy.

Someone taking their glasses off themselves in the bedroom, as a sign that things are getting hot and heavy.

Characters taking their glasses off when they're tired or emotional, as a sign that they're vulnerable, and only characters they trust deeply being allowed to see them that way.

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muse list: 

sebastian morrow -- oc verity williams -- oc calaeb danvers -- oc callum davies -- oc braelyn james -- oc aelin galathynius -- a throne of glass  rowan whitethorn -- a throne of glass livvy oakes -- oc

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WHUMPTOBER 2022

No. 3

Impaled

This is a little Collection Programme Vampire Callum AU. Tagging in people who might like!

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"You said you loved me!" Callum cried, voice thick with tears. Words breaking on fear and desperation. Cracking along the edges at the pain that was creeping out from the bite marks on his neck.

"Did I though? Really?"

"Yes!" Callum sobbed.

"Hmm, you see the thing is, if you take the time to stop being so stupid and desperate, you'll remember that what I actually said to you was 'you want me to love you'."

"I don't understand," Callum wailed, fingers reaching for the two small punctures in the side of his neck. A sudden flash of pain in his mouth made him flinch bodily, trying to get away from it.

"That will be your fangs growing."

"Why are you doing this!?" Callum tried to reach out, but everything was getting painful. Dizzying in its intensity. His neck. His mouth. His heart. His veins.

"Because I'm bored and you're so needy that it was too funny not to. Plus your father is well known as a menace to vampires. So why not put the cat among the pigeons?"

In a mess on the ground, Callum sobbed, the deep cold agony of the venom settling in to every cell of his being. The kick aimed at his stomach barely registered.

"Pathetic. Try not to get yourself impaled or something stupid like that. I've seen it happen. Not nice."

Through the blur of tears and the fog of pain, Callum lifted his head enough to see the shadowy outline of the vampire he had thought loved him walking away. And there was nothing he could do to stop what was happening.

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Hey Rory. Don't you blame Alyaa for Callum being so hurt? for you being so hurt? I mean, if it wasn't for her, neither of you guys would have been kidnapped. Callum would have had his surgery and you would have been able to take him home.

"I blame Ethan. It's all on him. Sick. He's sick. Doing that to Cal. Making him wait. He was going to the hospital the next day! The next day! And he's in here," Rory prods at his temple a few times. "He's up in here and I can't get rid of him. Sick."

He runs a shaking hand through his hair. Pulls at it a little.

"Guns are loud. I didn't know how loud they could be," he says quietly. "I don't even think Cal barely moved when it went off. His brain was... he was suffering. I don't even know if he heard it. I don't know how not. So loud."

Rory looks up at you.

"He taped Alyaa's mouth up until it went sore. Her lips. The skin around them? Cracked and red. I hate him. Ethan. I hate him. What if Cal's surgery being delayed has some long term impact? Like, in a few years and something goes wrong? I can't lose him."

He puts his head in his hands.

"I uh, I blame Ethan," he murmurs. "But I wish she'd never met him. Same as I wish Cal had never met Hayden. Maybe none of them should've ever met me either. Probably everyone would've been safe if they hadn't met me."

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I'm willing to give this a go people! It's the weekend so Mr Whump-it isn't working and I get some time when I'm not running interference with the kids!

Let's go! OC Callum, Rory or Hayden!

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

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It's been a while! Have some Collection Programme, Doctor Callum, found family fluff and sweetness!

Callum knocked on the door and waited for David answer. And he schooled his face in to his best concerned doctor expression as opposed to the smile that he was currently hiding. Just about. Almost.

The phone call that had brought him here had been funny but not to David. Alyaa in the background sounding exactly like someone who had not long come around from a general anaesthetic should sound. And Callum knew that all of this was normal. All of this had been explained to David and Alyaa, but listening to a loved one sounding so very much not themselves was very often enough for people to forget the preoperative information.

"This can't be normal," David said, as soon as he opened the door, ushering Callum in quickly.

"No kids?" Callum asked, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it on the peg with the homemade sign about it; Uncle Callum. Childlike writing, smudges, fingerprints. Messy with love.

"They're managing to be quiet. I've bribed them with cake. Come on," David strode on through the house, Callum hurrying to catch up behind him. At the door to the bedroom, David knocked before going in. It made Callum smile more, that small act of care.

"Is you..." Alyaa muttered, trailing off at the end. "Oh! And you!"

"And me," Callum stepped close to the bed and took her hand in his. "Cold hands huh?"

"I wanted the blanket," Alyaa told him, looking down at the spotted throw that was tucked around her. "But I want the stripey one!" Her voice broke into a small, sad wail.

"See!?" David said, hushed but hurried. Nervous. "We don't own a stripey blanket!"

"Ok. Don't worry," Callum sat down next to Alyaa, the bed dipping which tipped her a little to the side.

"Woo it's like a fairground ride!" She laughed, tears in her eyes and on her cheeks. "But without a stripey blanket." The sadness in her voice was back.

"I know," Callum said, squeezing her hand. Just for now though I'm going to need you to take a little time to just sit quietly. No talking. Just quiet. OK? Can you do that?"

Alyaa looked up at him, wide eyed with post-anaesthetic confusion and honesty, and nodded.

"Well done," Callum said, then turned to David.

"She's not well!" David said, wringing his hands. "You see? She's not well. And she's so upset!"

"I know how it looks but I promise you that she's OK. All of this? Is just the drugs talking. And you know my promises are good. Yes?"

David looked at Callum for a long moment, then to Alyaa and back again. Slowly he nodded.

"I know," he whispered.

"It's just words," Callum said. "Words that sound like feelings. But I promise you that it's all fake."

"But she is feeling it! Look at her!"

"And," Callum said, quickly, just overlapping at the end of David's talking. Just getting in before David could sink further into a panic. "She was awake when they removed the breathing tube. But she won't remember that either. She won't any of this. It's just words David. Really. Just words."

David sighed. Ran a hand through his hair. Paced a little. Then stopped.

"Just words. You promise."

"I promise," Callum patted Alyaa's hand, kissed her temple, and stood up. "Keep her warm and give her plenty of water. In the meantime I'll take the kids out and run some of their energy off. OK? I'll only go to the park down the way so if you need me I won't be far. She'll be much better even in the time it takes me to tire your little lot out."

"I love you," Alyaa said, looking up at Callum, tears starting again.

"And I love you too," he said, pulling David in to take his spot, passing her hand to his. "I'll see you both in an hour or two. Wouldn't hurt if you both had a little sleep."

Callum left the room, gathering up shoes and coats and snacks and children as he went. Left the house.

Headed to the park. The one without many trees.

"Kids! Keep an eye out as we go past the shops. Let me know if you see a stripey blanket."

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Watch "Years & Years - Shine (Official Video)" on YouTube

@pepperonyscience the lyrics! It's au vampire Callum! The video style suits it too!

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@pepperonyscience I'm loving this. Just sitting here thinking of the times that Callum has thumbed away Alyaa's tears and made her feel safe.

Les deux amis (2015) dir. Louis Garrel

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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."

[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."

[whump-it]

@pepperonyscience Callum finding this then posting it in the family group WhatsApp and giggling about it for ages. Then showing Rory, who has already seen it and commented on the group, and who smiles at Callum and laughs and indulges every part of his happiness because it makes him happy too.