#Vince Morelli OC

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So I’m curious now, how do your whumpers (so Felix, Izaak, & Ronan) celebrate their whumpees’ (so Joshy, Henley & also Izaak) birthdays?

I’m not including Declan because Vince probably doesn’t think his birthday is worth celebrating

Oh, I love this question!!!!

Felix goes ALL OUT for Josh's birthday. Honestly, it's probably the one day each year in Josh's captivity where he's not having an absolute awful time. Josh wakes up to balloons and banners all around the house. Felix will get him a pile of presents (although often some of the presents are for Felix's own gain...) and a huge cake. Only the best for the love of his life! Josh is captive for two birthdays, and on one of them- Felix takes him for a picnic outside (cuffed together ofc, and shackles so he doesn't run ;) )

Izaak didn't really care about Henley's birthday. One time he forgot about it completely, Henley didn't even know what day it was or when his birthday passed. Another he taunted Henley with it and made a point of ruining it, and showing him news clips of his family still searching for and missing him. Then Henley's last birthday was just before he was about to be sold to Ronan - so Izaak did make an effort for that one. He laid tf off him for that one day, got him a tiny cupcake with a single candle on which Henley absolutely loved.

Ronan would celebrate his pets birthdays! He'd buy them new pretty collars, or some new food bowls - maybe some dog toys or a dog bed! Get both Izaak and Henley in party hats, can you imagine ahaha Izaak would look like this:

And you're totally right </33 I doubt Vince even acknowledges Declan's birthday. Poor lil guy celebrates all by himself if he can sus out the date.

Henley tags: @livelaughwhump @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

Ronan tags: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Izaak taglist: @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

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DECLAN AND VINCE FANART?!!! 😱😍😭

I A D O R E THIS!!! LOOK AT THEM! MY BOYS (well...one nice boy and one evil boy-)

Thank you thank you thank you! 🥹 I love it, they're amazing!

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That anon is so rude!! You take your time! Your writing is worth the wait.

I have a question (I wrote to you previously saying your description of Declan matches my new boyfriend and I’ve been picturing him every time I read) do you think there’s a homoerotic current towards Declan from Vince’s end? Whump is so insanely intimate sometimes I have to wonder

AAA DECLAN BOYFRIEND ANON HIIII I REMEMBER YOU! 👋😍 Thank you so much!!!!!

See, I don't know if there is 'homoerotic current' towards Declan from Vince! Although Vince can be very creepy/intimate, possessive and really fond of Declan. I think it's more of a "my little pet! 😍" more so than attraction. But I absolutely love that dynamic 😌

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Will Declan and Vince ever meet again? 👀

Hehehe I'm gonna be careful on not spoiling too much but the short answer is yes 🤭

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What would be the the best(or worst depending on how you look at it) Whumper for you whumpers if they turned whumpee? Sorry if that makes no sense, I’m tired. Thanks you!

I think I got it! Like what type of whumper would be best to take down my Whumpers? 🥰

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Ronan & Izaak (kinda more similar than they would like to admit), would both need a brutal/whiplashy type of whumper. Someone that they can never find their feet with and never know what's next around the corner. Whumper would have to not even consider them human, where Whumper could torture them and not even bat an eyelid - just completely stoic. I think that would break them down.

Felixxx I would LOVE him to have an intimate/yandere whumper, someone completely infatuated with him but Felix has no interest/attraction to him in return -so he loathes every touch. So he gets put through everything he put Josh and the others through, and can think "oh fuck, they felt like this?" Just a mindfucky guy to really put Felix through the ringer and make him question everything.

I've already thought about this for Vince mwahaha 😈 I think a well-seasoned vampire hunter would suit him well. They know every in and out of vampires, what will cause the most pain imaginable for the longest time possible. They want to keep the community safe and teach Vince what an animal he is.

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FLASHBACK DECCY FOR YOU! 🫶 (Bit longer than a sentence but hey ho)

"Aw. Why, thank you, Deccy. We haven't done a punishment in a while, have we?" Vince chuckles, taking a long threatening stride towards Declan - he takes an equal step back, nearly loosing his footing as his knees threaten to buckle, "I was itching for you to step out of line. I even contemplated setting you up to fail."

"I-I'm sorry, sir…please… have mercy-"

"Declan. Fucking look down at your feet. Does it look like I'm a merciful being?

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What’s Vince up to?

Besides boarding up his house because it’s surrounded by humans with pitchforks.

DIE IN A FIRE, VINCE!!!

YESSS VINCE DIE IN A FIRE CHALLENGE🔥🔥🔥😤😤😤

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However....I regret to inform you... Vince is feeling quite content with life, and very happy with himself right now 😔 With Deccy 'dead', he invested in a new bloodbag almost immediately. Straight out to human territory to capture some more food.

They're not quite as clever as Declan was - they're noisy and destructive. Vince is already hard at work melting their mind with a mix of pain and persuasion.

Right now? His human has been compelled into deep slumber, they won't wake until next nightfall. He has Vivaldi's four seasons blaring through his mansion, slouching in his arm chair near the fireplace, feet up and sipping on a goblet of his newest humans blood.

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I love how Declan has a playful personality in the snippets, teasing August, blowing soap suds in his face. I look forward to seeing what kind of person he is once he recovers

And regarding Vince, I want to drive a stake through his heart

Declan is honestly such a genuine, caring and playful guy! I love getting the little bits of him in there in recovery snippets 🥺 You just know when he's fully recovered, when he finally feels completely safe; that August is going to be his best friend!

And I'm with you - let's all go storm Vince's house 😤

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I'm in a proper Declan mood today...I really wanna try some art of him soon 🙈 maybe him under persuasion with hazy eyes 👀

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Shattered Masterlist

Vampire Whumper, Vampire Caretaker, Pet/Bloodbag Whumpee

Years of being held captive, under the vampires brutal persusasion has finally broken Declan, shattered his mind. Not living but not quite dead, paralysed in a comatose-like state. Vince decides his once delicious bloodbag has finally reached its end, selling it during it's final few days. When August sees the advert for the dying human, he knows what he must do. Taking on the responsibility of nursing Declan back to health - though he is woefully unprepared for just how deep and severe the damage is and the hardships that will arise whilst tackling it.

(Forgot to mention!: this was heavily inspired by both @whumpsday 'Kane & Jim' series and @t0rture-me 'Cat & Mouse' which are so beautifully written and I love to no end - cannot reccomend enough!!!)

*I will attempt to update regularly!

Chapters:

× Chapter One - 'End of the Road'

× Chapter Two - 'Sold'

× Chapter Three - 'Trials & Tribulations'

× Chapter Four - 'Clever Boy'

× Chapter Five - 'Slowly But Surely'

× Chapter Six - Waking Nightmare

× Chapter Seven - A Foot Wrong

× Chapter Eight - Lies, Lies, Lies

× Chapter Nine - It's Cruel to Be Kind

× Chapter Ten - Happy Birthday, August! Part I

Part II

Part III

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UPCOMING:

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Drabbles

Asks

Picrews

Fanart

Collabs:

'Shattered Shadow'

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Big thank you to @sparrowsage for his wonderful help with the banner!!! 🥰😘

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Shattered #3 - Trials & Tribulations

Masterlist / Previous / Next

CW: References to Vampire Whumper, Vampire Caretaker, Pet/Bloodbag Whumpee, References to captivity, Recovery Whump, Wound cleaning, Drugs/Medication, Stripping of clothes (Non-sexual, for wounds), Vegetative State/Disassociation, Use of hypnosis/mind control, Choking, Mentions of death, Illness/infection, Referenced previous abuse

Taglist: @octopus-reactivated @whatwasmyprevioususername @ramadiiiisme @darkthingshappen @whumpsday @thecyrulik @t0rture-me @redwhump @the-non-binary-cowboy @snowstuffscuff @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @wolfeyedwitch @interdimensional-chaos @no-terms-and-conditions-apply @whump-blog @leyswhumpdump @not-a-space-alien @onlybadendings @darlingwhump (lemme know if you wanna be added or removed 👀)

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Was this a foolish endeavour? Such irrational attachment and concern for a mere mortal, one August didn't even know existed until a day prior.

Because August would turn the world upside down if it meant that Declan could understand that he was finally safe…finally free. To know that his captivity and all its pain was a burden of his past, and that August would be honoured to ensure the safety of his future.

And with the unsettling way in which the boy's struggling breath wheezed from his bruised chest in the troubled slumber, dead-weight slumped in August's arms and the nauseating temperature pressing against him: skin to skin. Fire to ice.

August knew this was right.

Declan just needed someone - anyone to care. That's all he had ever wanted as well. When he could want, that is. When his mind still allowed him the capacity for desires and dreams. If only he were lucid enough to know that his wishes were coming true.

Night after night locked away in the vampire's basement, silently praying for someone to drag him out from the pits of hell, far away from the devil himself. The only company had been the lingering pain that had scarily become a comfort: after the beatings came merciful silence. Vince would leave him to writhe and sob in agony but at least he left - maybe only for a short while but it was a break nonetheless. Relief from constant torment.

August had called ahead of his arrival back home, asking his housemate to prepare Declan's new room and to begin setting up the medical equipment from his work study. He was beyond grateful that he had Lucas, a human, on side to ease Declan's recovery. It would help him acclimatise to the new environment, to have a sense of familiarity.

But also to vouch for his character. As much as August desperately wanted the boy awake, aware and able - there remained a niggling feeling pitting in his stomach. Dread. Dreading that moment where their eyes would lock for the first time, the inevitable strike of panic and a wash of pure terror in which Declan would realise:

Another vampire.

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A corpse? Surely not…

Lucas’ jaw damn near broke from his skull when it dropped from bewilderment, eyes captivated by the harrowing sight of the lifeless boy cradled in close towards his friend’s chest; ashen-faced and lank limbs swaying loosely through the air. His lips were turning blue.

The vampire had warned him the new human he was going to collect was in rough shape; battered and broken. But this… this was beyond comprehension - a knot of anxiety twisted in his stomach.

August quickly scurries through the door, neglecting to notice or even acknowledge his friend standing dumbstruck in the hallway. Instead he hurriedly rushes past, barrelling up the stairs and carrying Delcan into one of the bedrooms.

The poor thing is just so incredibly feather light, and so unbelievably frail; he feels as fragile as fine china. So much so that August is hesitant to place him down in fear of him smashing to smithereens. He gently lowers Declan on top of the bed, allowing the limp form to slowly slip from his grasp - plummeting into the soft sheets that cushions the slight drop.

He wants to wrap the boy up in heaps of warm fluffy blankets, to tuck him in and leave him in peace to get the rest that he’s been so deprived of, the sleep he’s been refused for who knows how long? Alas, they must get the hard part out of the way.

When August had become a doctor, opening a surgery within his own home, he wanted to help ease the suffering of humans, lessen their horrific ordeal - he'd never anticipated it going down the malicious path it did. His skillset grew to be used against him; affluent, high class vampires dropping half-dead yet 'valuable' pets on his doorstep - demanding a miracle. It quickly transpired that his work made no difference to people's lives, he was essentially slapping a band-aid on them and shipping them back to torment .

A vicious cycle of fixing blood bags up to send them on their merry way and then bought back again the next time they were nearly killed. But maybe this time, with Declan, he could actually make a difference. He could actually save a human. And they could remain saved.

August’s ears twitch at the light pitter patter of footsteps creeping into the room behind him, swiftly followed by the waft of fresh, delicious blood that makes his nostrils flare and fangs itching to bare. He’d been around Declan for so many hours now, inhaling the rancid smell of near-decay that he’d almost forgotten how tempting that scent was.

“August, I -” Lucas whispered with concern, fiddling with his fingers from the nerves.

“I know… I know.” August cuts him off, not turning his head away from Declan laying on the bed - running the back of his knuckle lightly across his bony, sweat-drenched cheeks as though to lessen the blow when he stabbed the cannula into the back of his hand. He couldn't stop trying to redundantly comfort and soothe the boy, it was in his nature.

What does he know? Lucas ponders to himself. Does he know that boy looks like he’s already knocking on death’s door? Does he know that he’s definitely in way over his head?

“Is he even alive?”

“Just about.” August sighs, not entirely convinced himself, “He’s really fighting, Lucas. Clinging on to life by a thread.” August now fiddled with numerous pouches of IV antibiotics, painkillers, nutrients - pulling the stands by Declan's bedside ready to flush into his body.

“His owner was a cruel bastard… another day with him and he would be a goner-”

“How can I help?”

“I - I need some help undressing him if you don't mind. I need to examine his injuries, send some painkillers in his system, get him cleaned up. Could do with a hand?"

"Anything you need, man."

As the pair peel away the still drenched clothes clinging to Declan's skin, August freezes. Rolling Declan’s shirt up to reveal his torso covered in vicious and recent injuries littering the entirety of his body. Raw, weeping gashes from whip marks, smoldering blistering burns, deep slashes from stab wounds - warm colourful bruises spotted around his skin in polka dots. All overlayering already healing scars and marks.

“Vince said Declan has been like this for months…”

Lucas stops what he’s doing, remaining silent and cautious as his eyes land on his friend who stands lightly tracing delicate fingers around heated, wounded skin on the boy.

“These wounds… I - they can’t be anything more than a few weeks old”

August retreats and slightly paces, sticking his tongue in his cheek and clenching his fists. He had half a mind to return to Vince's manor and drive a wooden stake through the fuckers's heart - provided he actually had one. But that would be too dignified an end for the likes of him.

“Even in this helpless state he was still being hurt - that’s fucking sick-”

“He doesn’t deserve this-”, Lucas sighs sympathetically in agreement, clutching onto Declan's hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Nobody deserves this - was killing his soul not enough? He needed to break his body as well as his mind?! A race to see which one cracks first-” August was almost screaming the words, disgust and fury warping together.

“You’re right to be angry about this, August. It’s disgusting. But you need to channel that anger into something positive, to help Declan.”

Damn it, he was right. He couldn't allow himself to get emotional - he needed to detach himself and focus on Declan's health. The time could come later for righting wrongs - he needed to get the boy through this first.

August didn't know if Declan could even register pain anymore. He hoped he couldn't, as he returned to his side, beginning to run alcohol swabbed cotton along his infected bites - knowing that this should draw a hiss of discomfort from the sharp sting. Repeating the disinfecting on his numerous wounds, dressing them all in fresh bandages. Feeding the drips into his veins - they were impossible to find with how much weight he'd lost, they were almost invisible and hiding.

“Can you fix him up with something to eat? Something easy, something smooth - I wouldn’t know what’s best-”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Lucas returns a short while later, clutching a bowl with a thick red liquid sloshing around its edges. It looks delicious. It looks like blood. But the sickly scent fills August's nostrils and he nearly wretches as the taste infects his mouth, covering his nose from the smell. He tries to suss out what it is.

“What is that?”

“Tomato soup. It’ll be easy for him to swallow, he won’t have to chew", August pulls an unsure face but accepts the food with a thankful nod.

"August, I must ask... Is it your intention to feed from the boy?"

"Oh goodness, no! I know Vince said that he'll probably get through a few more days, but I believe that one last feed will be his end. He needs to recover", August reassures, though slightly offended at the implication. Declan wasn't food or prey - not anymore. He was a patient under his care.

When Lucas leaves the room, smiling with satisfaction at his friend's answer, August turns to return to Declan, he spots those big brown eyes staring off into space. He’s awake, which is a good sign.

"Hey… Declan. I bought you something to eat. My friend tells me it's motato soup or something? God, I hope you like that…". He perches on the side of the bed, helping Declan up into a sitting position and trying to get a spoon of soup into his parted lips.

But Declan’s body refuses to cooperate, his woozy head continuously dropping to fall back asleep.

"Come on, buddy…just a few spoonfuls - then you can sleep as much as you want-"' his fingers catch Declan's head before it flops again, "in your nice, comfy bed, hm?" August ‘s palms trail across the soft blanket sitting underneath Declans body, fingertips trailing through the fibres beside the boy’s legs. A luxury he was well aware Declan was never allowed, he'd spotted the grimy, ripped mattress with rusting springs popping out when he'd picked the boy up. And specks of what he could only assume was dried blood; he didn’t want to think about that.

A part of him was frightened that if he let the boy fall back to sleep…

Well, what if he never wakes up?

Declan blinks, his lip drooping as the spoon enters his mouth, tipping the warm gooey liquid onto his tongue. But as it slides down past his tonsils and to his throat, his body begins rebelling against the sensation, spluttering and choking as his body heaves and gags. A gasping, gurgling noise sounding from his throat.

“Nononono, shit!”, August frantically crawls to his side, throwing his fists around Declan's ribcage and abdomen, thrusting him backwards to get the thick liquid back up his throat before finally bending him over to the side of the bed and getting him to throw up.

Declan sits wheezing with bile trickling down his chin, short chesty breaths, August holding him in his arms and rubbing his back.

"There you are…you're okay…you're good"

August is so exhausted already. So frustrated. He sits Declan upright in the bed. If he lays him down and he retches again, he’ll choke. Game over. He picks up the bowl and the spoon and storms out the room, slamming the door so hard cracks splinter within the walls.

He isn’t furious with Declan, he could never blame him for whatever hell he endured to end up like this. He’s furious with the entire situation. Furious with Vince. And furious with every bastard vampire that selfishly puts their own hunger above the life of another being.

As he enters the kitchen, he lunges the bowl flying straight at the wall with a growl. The ceramic smashes to pieces, crashing to the ground with thick tomato soup coating and splashing against the walls and marble floors. The tremendous bang alerts Lucas who comes speeding into the room

“What the hell happened here?!”

Lucas’s sight lands on his friend, crumbled to the ground, head in his hands, panting with anger. August brings his hands to cover his face as he screams into his palms with defeat, muffling it.

"Hey, hey, hey, what happened?" Lucas crouches beside him, a hand landing on his shoulder, rubbing it to console him.

"I knew it was bad. That his mind was mush but… fuck, Lucas! He can't even eat!"

"What if … you persuaded him to eat?"

"Then what's the point of us doing this? What's the point in doing any of this if we have to resort to the very thing we rescued him from?"

Lucas listens. That’s what August needs right now, just someone to recognise and hear that he’s trying.

"He'll never heal if I have to control him just for survival. His mind needs a complete respite from just… functioning."

"What do you plan on doing then, where’s your head at?"

"I don't know.." he runs his fingers through his hair, deep in thought, "Seeing if we can get some liquidized food down him without retching? Feeding tube? Intravenous nutrition?". All such invasive procedures, most needing anaesthetic. August wasn't sure Declan's body could handle that much physical stress.

"I did do some research before buying Declan; on vampires, our abilities, the effect of persuasion…Have you ever heard of the fungi: Ophiocordyceps unilateralis?"

"I - what?", Lucas stares blankly, befuddled.

“Zombie-ant fungi. It's a fungus in the Amazon rainforest that infects ants, hijacking their mind and draining its nutrients. They corrupt the host, seize control of its muscles - the infection causes the neurons that control the body to die. Its brain is still in the driver seat, but the fungus has the wheel."

"Sound familiar?" August lets out a faux scoffed laugh, pointing his finger to the ceiling where Declan's room lays above.

"Persuasion…", the puzzle pieces click together. There could be an answer.

"I have a connection in Brazil that has been researching fungi and the insects it hijacks, trying to develop a sort of antidote…antivenom per se to vampiric persuasion. It’s in very early development but… they think they may be onto something. It’s shown to have a significant effect in reducing its effects on humans."

“Well, shit! how do we get our hands on some?”

“I’ll reach out to them, she owes me a favour. See if I can get my hands on a sample… it may not work, but it’s worth a try, right?"

“That or let him die.”

There's a beat of awkward silence. The two sit slumped together on the floor, glaring at their folded knees.

"Lucas, I think it’s best if we don't get our hopes up.” August chimed in, realising their doomed mission and the hoops they needed to jump through to save the human.

“I hate to say this… I agree.”

“He’s in rough shape, it’s a very slim chance he might make it. We can only do our best for him now, either help him turn the tide or offer him comfort in his final days. But we couldn’t have left him there.”

“What we’re doing is very experimental… it’s not guaranteed to work-”

“But…you did say their research had promising results”

“And it does, but it’s still in early development. It’s never been tested on a case like this.”

Maybe it was cruel to put Declan’s body through this amount of stress; maybe the kinder thing to do would be to let him go, and to end the suffering. Even with this 'antivenom', 'vaccine', whatever you'd like to call it: it wasn’t guaranteed to work, and if it did he still wouldn’t be out of the woods for a while - it would be taxing.

But it just felt so wrong to let him slip away. To not be given a fighting chance. August pulls his phone out of his pocket and pulls up his contacts, hovering his finger over the name of his old university friend.

Hoping with his whole heart that she can offer some help.

Some light in the dark.

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☺️✋ for declan :)

From this ask game!

☺️ - Soft words of reassurance

✋ - A hand carding gently through their hair

Oh, this is sweet - I hope I can do it justice 🥺

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Declan’s entire body weight collapses against August, leaning against him for support. Barely able to hold himself upright, legs trembling as they threaten to snap underneath him. 

One step at a time. That’s what the vampire kept telling him, promising him. Slowly weaning him onto solid food, one step. Learning how to use his voice, to talk again - another step. 

And now… actually trying to take a step. Walking. It terrified him now, making him feel less than human with his incompetence, like he didn’t already feel like nothing more than food. When he's not forced and compelled to stay in place, his body can't even physically muster the strength to allow him to do it.

His face flushed red with humiliation as he attempts his daily walking exercise. He’d not even moved an inch away from his bed yet and his heart was pounding through his chest. August arms wrapped around him to keep him steady and balanced on his feet, the second his grip dares to loosen, Declan’s body will pelt like sand to the floor.

“You got this, you’re doing so well. Just a few steps, bud” August cheers on, guiding him forward but Declan squeezes onto August’s arms for dear life with a timid whimper. He knows if he falls over, it’ll only be a small trip down before he collides with the ground but he can’t help but feel like it’s life or death, that once he falls he won’t stop. 

What if he can never walk again?

He pushes past the harrowing nerves, working his way through his breathing and lifts his shaking leg off the ground to limp forward, his other leg shaking with vicious aches sprinting through his fatigued muscles.

If he can walk, he can run. If he can run… he can escape if he needs to.

Leaning desperately against August for support, he hops ever so slightly forward in a short step, his other leg following after. Gasping when he realised he actually did it, he managed to take a step.

His eyes brim with hopeful tears as he looks up at August, met with a gaze of pride, a warm smile on the vampire’s face. He goes for another, taking a cautious step forward… this time his foot rolls to his ankle and he crumbles, barreling to the floor with a strained cry.

Declan pulls his knees to his chest and wails uncontrollably into his arms, devastated. Who was he kidding? He’ll never walk, it’s an impossible task, he’s way beyond repair. Vince had him broken down and helpless, he was nothing more than a plaything for vampires.

August kneels down beside him, pulling him into his arms and resting his chin upon the boy's scruffy mop of chestnut hair. His body racking with sobs.

“I’m so proud of you, Declan. So… SO proud, you’re doing amazing. You walked” He whispers his gushing praise, beginning to card his hand softly through his hair. 

“You’re getting so much better. Making so much progress” he cups his palm around Declan’s tear-stained cheek when he nears the sniffles coming from beneath him, gently turning his head around to stare directly into the ruby orbs, filled with admiration. Tucking curled strands behind his ear, not breaking away for a second from stroking his hair.

“You’re the strongest person I've ever met… you know that, right? Showing that bastard Vince that he couldn’t shatter you. You’re going to bounce back stronger, I can feel it.”

He'd love nothing more for than that to be true. But as he sits in his sobbing heap on the floor, his lips blubbering with a painful desire to respond but he can no longer form words; he knows that Vince continues to own him. Hurt him.

"Look at how far you've come. How hard you've fought and continue to fight. He thought he broke you" August lightheartedly cackles, "He didn't even touch your spirit. You beat him."

A genuine smile beams on Declan's face, and the distraught tears seem to drain away. He did beat Vince, he beat all the odds. He leans intowards August's featherlight touch and closes his eyes underneath his gentle hand, welcoming any kind of touch that doesn't bring pain.

His eyes dart open, and he shuffles up and points a finger at his notepad hidden under the bedsheets. August scavenges for it and passes it to him.

Declan scribbles frantically and holds his notepad just under his nose and his glimmering eyes peeking over the top.

Can we go again?

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🎃 for henley

🧟 for isaak

🩻 for vince, isaak, & ronan

From this ask game!

😱 [DECLAN] - What's your greatest fear? Has Whumper ever used it against you?

"I used to be terrified of being captured by a vampire?" Declan scoffs a humourless and dry laugh, nervously twiddling his thumbs.

"Loneliness was always a big one for me. I never dealt well with being alone. Couldn't bear the thought of being isolated, left afraid but... with Vince, it's become one of my favourite things. I'm not going to lie, it really bothered me at first. How eerily quiet it was and left all alone with my spiralling thoughts. Vince loved how cuckoo it sent me.

Now I love it - being alone means he's not around, and I'm free from the pain. So, that backfired on him."

🎃[HENLEY] - Does Whumper ever do fun activities with you? When they do, do you have fun?

"Uhm... He - Ron - Sir says it's fun? That I should like it when he hurts us, scares us or plays mind games. It confuses me a bit... it's not my idea of fun. His type of games aren't the ones I'd play.

When he asks me if I'm having fun, or if I'm enjoying myself, I always answer yes. G-Good pets don't say no. But that would be my honest answer.

I like when he lets me do the chores sometimes? It's something different. Something to take my mind off all this and a task I can focus on. Those activities don't involve pain. It's the closest to fun I can reach right now."

🧟[IZAAK] - How much control does Whumper have over you?

"None. Zero. Zilch.

It's so pathetic. It's painful to watch, really. His desperate bid for power and control but what has he managed to do so far? Restrain me? That's about it. He can whip, burn and shock me and yet I still hop back up to piss him off.

He'll have control when he worms in here", Izaak laughs, poking his finger into his forehead, "Until then. He's got nothing. Nada. I still have all the control he could ever want and never get."

🩻 [VINCE | IZAAK | RONAN] - Do you have any lines you won't cross?

VINCE:

"Not really. Life is a game of survival, may the best win. I'll do whatever I need, to get to wherever I want.

My one line is that I won't drink from a human child. That seems unneccesarily cruel, and I don't see the benefit in doing so. Especially when there's so many adult humans to pick from, ready for the taking."

IZAAK:

"Eh. I'm no killer. And I'm no fucking perv, either. I'm just after a nice little pet to keep me company, to obey my every word and provide some entertainment. That's all. I'll do anything I need to do to achieve that, and anything beyond is far too much hassle than it's worth. Than Henley is fucking worth. I'd just sell him off the next highest bidder."

RONAN:

"Not without good reason. I'm not above putting the pets down, if that's what it comes to. And pain is a necessary learning tool, I'll go as far as I need in that respect. Fear is essential. If I need to strike where it hurts, I'll do what I need.

I'm not barbaric. Should they face death, it wouldn't be unwarranted."

[oddsconvert]

Oh hey, look - It's Declan and Vince in this cute lil picrew! 🥺

[oddsconvert]

🧟- how much control does whumper have over you?

🍭- does whumper feed you often?

🧛🏻- why do you hurt whumpee? What do you get from it?

🍬-what’s whumpee’s cutest feature?

👻- do you believe in ghosts?

For Declan and Vince?

From this ask game :)

Tw: discussion of starvation/hunger strikes

🧟 [DECLAN] - How much control does Whumper have over you?

"Vince has it all. He's taken it all. I have nothing left and what I do have left are scraps.

Even when my body is 'my own' and I'm not under persuasion...is it even truly 'my own'? He forces me to do whatever he wants, takes all my control and when he's not using persausion, I behave and act out of fear. He's got all the control over me. And there's no way to steal any back."

🍭 [DECLAN] - Does Whumper feed you often?

"I never really starve, or go hungry. Not even as punishment. Thankfully. That's not Vince being reasonable or kind, it's purely because it screws up his feed and makes me taste bad if I'm malnourished. It's all out of greed.

The fridge in the basement gets stocked every Monday. I'm in charge of feeding myself and preparing food.

I have thought about hunger strikes. That could be my one way to have some control in this. But the more I think about it, the less I see the point. He'd win inevitably, or I'd starve to death from my own stupidity."

🧛 [VINCE] - "Why do you hurt Whumpee? What do you get from it?"

"I don't need pesky humans thinking they run the shop. They're food and nothing more. Well...maybe entertainment aswell. Hurting Deccy keeps him in line, keeps him on his best behaviour."

🍬 [VINCE] - "What's Whumpee's cutest feature?"

"I wouldn't call him cute. But I do adore the way he shivers. I only need to walk into the room and he's a jittery, trembling mess. I can feel him shaking underneath me whilst I drink. In a way, that is kind of cute."

👻 [VINCE] - "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"No. If they were real, I'd have a dozen bloodbag ghosts wailing and floating around downstairs right now. If they are there, they haven't bothered me yet. Maybe they're still scared of me even in death."

[oddsconvert]

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Is it safe to assume that you're not Vince's biggest fan? 🤣 Should he be watching his back for wooden stakes? 👀