#Declan Durant OC

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Shattered #9 - It's Cruel To be Kind

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CW: Whumpee thinks Caretaker is new master/whumper, vampire caretaker, bloodbag whumpee, reference to vampire whumper/previous abuse/captivity, bloodbag whumpee, recovery whump, aftermath of nightmare, emotional breakdown/self doubt (August going through it!!!) [Pls lemme know if I missed any! 🫶]

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The wind is swept from August’s sails. It feels as though he’s adrift in the open ocean. Lost at sea with no waves or wind to carry him to shore. A storm rages overhead, lightning splitting through the pitch-black sky, dark clouds rolling in. There’s an island on the horizon, a glimmer of hope. It calls August - it beckons him. And he tries with all his might to paddle there, waiting for the gust of gaia’s wind to propel him towards salvation.

It never comes. The ferocious ocean waves sway August further away. Totally stranded and utterly helpless. 

August skulks out of Declan’s bedroom in bruised defeat. The desperate screams for mercy and freedom fade until they’re nothing but a distant echo, swallowed up by the silence of the house. This isn’t working. This isn’t fair. They’re getting nowhere. The road they are paving for the human’s recovery is nothing more than them blindly stumbling in the dark and feeling their way around, and it’s to Declan’s detriment. At his expense. Torturing the already tortured soul. 

It’s cruel, August thinks. He took an oath when he devoted his life to medicine; he swore to alleviate pain and suffering, to do no harm, and uphold ethical practices. This cannot be ethical. Surely. What he’s doing feels downright criminal and inhumane. Is it worth the healing of Declan’s body only to terrorise his mind? Leaving him in perpetual anguish and dazing confusion day in and day out. Keeping him hidden and isolated far away from his loved ones.

August slides his back down the wall, head buried in his hands. He can still hear Declan’s shrill cries ringing in his ears, piercing through his heart. Honestly? He always hears them. Day and night. Since that first day Declan woke up and nearly burst his eardrums with his terrified screams. August’s conscience won’t let him forget them, it’s harrowing.

Because Declan is scared half to death of August. The screams are because of him. 

Home might just be the best medicine for Declan. That is the true cure August is searching for. Declan may not be held here with ropes and chains or kept under the lull of persuasion; but he is wholly and unwillingly dependent on August for his survival. Declan has no choice now but to rely on the vampire for his entire humanity -  he’s too weak to fend for himself, let alone chase his own heart's desire. He is reliant on the vampire for his nourishment, for his health, safety and protection and even his communication. His whole way of life. The only way Declan can exercise his own free will, is if August helps him to.

And well…Declan keeps asking for home. Who is August to deny him that?

“He’s going to try some sleep again,” Lucas whispers across the hallway, careful to slowly and gently pull the bedroom door to. No loud or sudden noises. They’ve learned that the hard way. “I’ve promised him we’ll leave him to it for tonight. He just needs space to breathe.”

And then what? Declan jolts awake an hour later in floods of tears and hiccuping sobs again? Do they ignore it this time? Leave him be and let him cry it out? Or send Lucas back in…he likes Lucas. August knows he shouldn’t be, but he’s so envious of that. He’d never harm a hair on Declan’s head, he’s fought tooth and nail to save him. Why must he be branded the bad guy?

August knows the answer. That doesn’t make it any easier.

“I have never seen fear like that in my life,” Lucas slumps beside August on the floor, a far-away look on his face like he’s just seen a ghost. He stares blankly, dead ahead, at the floral wallpaper across from him, and shakes his head in disbelief, “What the hell do you put a man through to make him scream in his sleep?”

Hell. Exactly that. That’s what you put him through. You turn him into a zombie, living dead. A body forced to live when its mind is melted to a puddle. You send him to tango with death and live to tell the tale. Hurt him until he can’t feel it, and even then still hurt him some more. It’s impossible to comprehend the horrors Declan suffered, or fathom why or how someone could do that to another living, breathing being. But it happened, and August can’t change that no matter how hard he tries. 

“Lucas? Do you think we’re doing the right thing?”

It’s a question that’s been rattling inside August’s skull for a while now. Guilt and sympathy fighting each other to the death. He only ever wanted to help Declan back on his feet, bring him completely back to himself and, help deliver him home all in one piece. August could never live with himself if Declan went home to his family,  lifeless and comatose. They may as well have sent him with his casket too. And he can’t send him back as he is now; the tattered man weeping himself into another dread-fueled nightmare.

Or can he? Should he?

“Without a doubt in my mind,” Lucas asserts, certain as can be. He says it with his entire chest, and he seems almost offended by the question. He straightens himself from his slouched slump on the floor, sitting up against the wall and crossing his legs underneath him, “What makes you ask that?”

August opens his mouth, but no words come out. His jaw clicks shut before he can even dare try. If he says it, it makes it all real, doesn’t it? Every worry springs into existence, everything he’s frightened of is brought to life. August will have to face all his mistakes and misdeeds, every foolish mis-step he’s taken in Declan’s care. But he has to own up to it sooner or later. Face the music. So he can do what’s right by Declan.

“I fear…  I fear we’re doing more harm than good to the boy.”

“August-”

“W-What if I’m getting this all wrong?” August falters, his voice thick with shameful, threatening tears. As Lucas shuffles closer to console him, August crumbles even more into the floor and wishes the ground would swallow him whole. “What - What if we’re hurting him, and sure maybe not hurting him like that vile monster who stole him but... in a different way?”

Declan still thinks and feels like a prisoner. He was trapped in Vince’s basement, and then he was trapped in his mind, his body and now trapped all over again. This time as August’s patient, stuck helpless in bed. 

But Lucas shakes his head passionately, giving a reaffirming squeeze to August’s knee. Lucas is too good to August, too kind and forgiving. It’s more than he could ever deserve in this life or the next. But right now his words of encouragement fall on deaf ears, August needs to be told how it is. And it's plain as day that his presence is damaging Declan, not helping him. Declan is still suffering. He’s supposed to be free and thriving, and he’s still hurting.

“Were it not for you, Declan would have taken his last pained breath that first night you brought him home. Even worse, he could have died a broken shell of a man in that basement, alone and suffering. You revived him. You gave him a second life.”

It doesn’t feel like it. What kind of life is jumping at shadows and cowering behind blankets? Terrified of what’s around the corner. A thousand words trapped in his mind that he could never say.

“I bought him. Like livestock…he thinks he’s my property-”

It’s time to call it a day, and let him give up the fight and lay down his sword.

“He’s just scared, August. He’s so scared, and all alone and horribly confused. He’s been through hell and back. It’s not you.”

“It is me, Lucas,” August disagrees,  “It’s what I am.”

A blood-sucking monster that stalks the night looking for its next prey to feed from and drain dry. August has spent his whole life trying to break free from that mould, to run far away from what he’s supposed to be and never look back. Somehow Declan sees right through him, right down to his core. He sees what August refuses and tries to hide from. His own blood, his very nature.

“How could he ever heal at the hands of something he fears the most?” August asks, disgusted with himself. He should rip out his fangs and run outside to bathe in the sun’s agonising rays. It sickens him that he is associated with the brute that did this to Declan. That August’s kind hunt and kill humans for food… for sport. Who could blame Declan for being scared of vampires. August is scared of vampires.

“He deserves better-”

“-Declan deserves you,”  Lucas’ tone was clipped, as if his word was final and there was no possible room for discussion. But August had known him so long, he could hear the affection underneath the terse words. “You are the best thing that could have ever happened to him. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Lucas once looked at him the same way Declan looks at him now. With nothing but fear and disdain in his eyes. Backed into the corner like a scared small animal.  August remembers the way he felt when they both locked eyes for the first time, terror meeting terror; it felt like he wasn’t worthy of breathing the same oxygen. That he was a monster, and should whittle the stake himself and hand it to Lucas with an apologetic bow. 

Has August always mistook help for harm?  He must be doomed to repeat the same cycle of pain. Maybe it’s just in his cold-blood. His vile, worthless blood. Vampires hurt humans. That's how the story goes. There’s nothing he can do to escape that fate.

“My friend,” August chokes up, grabbing Lucas’ hands to squeeze in his own, and stroking his thumb over his wrists.  “I wronged you. I hurt you. Just like I’m hurting Declan now.”

A thousand apologies could never make up for what he’s done, the hurt he inflicted. Years down the line the shame and regret still plagues him, festers inside him deep down. Over and over he’s told he’s forgiven, more times than there are drops in the ocean. Again, it doesn’t change the fact it happened.

“You saved me,” Lucas gasps in awe, astounded by August’s confession. Something they’d both long agreed was water under the bridge. “ Just like you’re saving Declan. Would you have given up on me?”

“Never.”

“Then why give up on him? When he needs you more than I ever did?”

A fire lights inside of August, determination burns within him. This isn’t throwing in the towel, this is him fighting. Doing what’s right, even if it feels wrong. If it means letting go-

“I’m not giving up on him. I would never give up on him. I want to do what’s best by him.”

“I trust you, August. And I think if you just hold in there, Declan will learn to trust you too. It just needs time.”

Time does heal all wounds, as they say. And maybe Lucas is right. Maybe if they just play the waiting game, Declan could make it through to the other side, unharmed and unafraid. Yet August knows that these aren’t fresh wounds - not anymore - they’ve turned to ugly, withered scars. A permanent mark on the boy’s mind, body and soul. There’s no curing that. But could Declan learn to live with that?

“Tell yourself what you tell him. He’s not a captive. We’re going to take him home, yes?” Lucas quirks an interrogative brow, and August nods miserably in response. Declan is starting to feel like a captive against all intent and promises. “I think if we drop him off in human territory now - lame and pain-riddled, scared of everything that moves - that is what would be cruel. Us looking after him and building him back up for a little bit longer; that’s the mercy he’s begging for. Even if he doesn’t realise that right now.”

“How do I know which path to take?” August whispers with a wince, like the daunting thought threatens to implode inside his mind.

“Humans know so little of vampire persuasion, how it affects the brain and body. He could be stuck like this forever. His family will get half their son back at best. Who knows if his state will deteriorate? If he’ll ever walk or talk again. We can help him, August. You know that we can help him feel human again.”

“I don’t want to cause him any more unnecessary pain,” August laments, “He’s been through enough.”

August was never under any illusion this would be easy. He was prepared to weather the storm from the second he first laid eyes on Declan. Down in that basement; knelt and bound, small and fragile, unreachable and lifeless - drowning in Vince's power. August can help Declan, he’s got him this far already, he’s nearly out of the woods. They could do it, this could work. But at what cost? 

“Whatever you decide, I’m with you,” Lucas promises, “Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Always…”

August had saved Lucas before, hadn't he? Perhaps there is still hope. Perhaps he can still save Declan.

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Thank you to @darkthingshappen for beta-ing this chapter!!!!

Next update will drop on Monday! (7/8) 🫶 Time for a lil flashback to how August and Lucas met... 🤫

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Hii so I’m chronically lurking in the whump community of Tumblr and I ran across the incredible @oddsconvert with their Shattered series. I’ve read all of their ongoing original series and I’m so in love with every one of them but Shattered is my first love so I decided to nerd out and draw Declan Durant from Shattered! I hope you like it and I can’t wait for the next chapter <3

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bees ocs/info

Gen 0 Girls Marge 52 Cera 48 Iris 46 Rosa Maria 46 Winona 45 Lisa Frank 45 Dee 44 Kala 42  Bianca Beiley 41 

Boys Tbone Vicious Everest 56 Ein 50 Sylvester Tweeny 50 Roger Mandler 49 Rachim Blush 48 Mort Salechii 48 Dylan Sanders 47 Chip Dautrive 47 Stan Wharshell 47 Bernard Beiley 47 Bepis 47 Cosmo “Red” Mage 46 Murray Worltur 46 Banjo Pikaman 45 Otis Cotta 45 Don East 45 Emmett Le Motte 44 Fernando 44  Jerimiah 43  James 42 Jericho Obaje 42 Marcos 41 

Gen 0.5 Girls Eileen 40 Berry 38 Gretchen 38 Sanza/Darryl Bleu 35 Jenny Cotta 33 Jenna 32

Boys Mimi 39 Earl Grey Madris 38 Chipotle 37 Pang Rosemary 36 Guts Windkiss 35 Kaiji Ibiki 35 Maurice 34 Boba Tawhiri 34 Neil Mode Li 34 Max 30 Caspian 32 Goliad 32 Otto 31 Alvin 30 Alejandro 30 Leif 30 Jaeger Allison 29 Dan 29

Gen 1 Girls Aleu 28 Caroline 25 Candy Salechii 24 Mindy Willow 24 Kassandra Bleu 24 Mindy Willow 24 Tanya Von Ultra 23 Meg 23 Skye Cree 22 Lilly Ruth Herdier 22 Yasmin Shelsvic 22 Darla Dautrive 22 Kelsea 19 June Vi 19 Madi Shep 18 Elaina Mage 17 Isabelle Mage 17 Coco 17

Boys Cobalt 28 Felix 26 Naga 26 Sheen 25 Comet Dash 24 Ned Philos 23 Lucian Primo 22 Dwight Arlo 22 Drake Dante 22 Bowie 21 Flower Davis->Mephitidae 21 Adande Shep 21 Hunter Beiley 21 Hans Davis 21 Martin 20 Buddy Sanchez 20 Demyx Cage 20 Mika 20 Edward 20 Shane Le Bouf 20 Gus Beiley 19 Benny 19 Bale Knight 18 Teener (Tanner) Durante 18 Senketsu Iwata 18 Gerald Worltur 17 Ross Salazaar 17 Zac 17 Burnham 16 Chavapa 16 Duke Knight 16

Gen 1.5 Girls Lilac 14 A’uili Belson 13

Boys Morgan Le Bouf 11 Geo Worltur 11 Estevan Serio 9 Declan Brodeur 9 Ellie Nguyen 9 Nolan Allison-Cabrera 4 Milo 3 Burian 2

Gen 2 Girls Dora Durante born in 2016 (Darla + Ferro) Chessa born in 2020 (Albert + Ernest) Zoya Shelsvic born in 2022 (Nate + Tanya) adopted 2025 Sophie Salazaar born in 2023 (Jill + Ross) Wendy born in 2023 Jesse Lukas born in 2025 (Teo + Yasmin) Ellie Belmont-Wilson born in 2026 (Alva + Elaina) Gem Dash born in 2027 (Vesper + Teener) Melisandre Iwata Born in 2027 (Sen + Lynn) Honey Beiley Born in 2028 (Hunter + Nanna) June Misha Medvedev-Vi born in 2028 (June + Manya)

Boys Raza born in 2015 (Benny + Woo) Whitaker and Walter Lukas born in 2017 (Yasmin + Teo) Sven born in 2017 Travis and Phillip Knight born in 2017 (Leaf + Bale) Greg Durante born in 2018 (Darla + Ferro) Wade Lukas born in 2020 (Yasmin + Teo) Clive born in 2021 Larry born in 2021 Carlisle born in 2021 Ronin (Squirt) born in 2026 (Adopted Coby + Gabby) Colt Salazaar born in 2026 (Jill + Ross) Russel Shelsvic born in 2027 (Tanya + Nate) Dwight Shelsvic born in 2029 (Tanya + Nate) Sol Shelsvic born in 20 (Tanya + Nate)

Gen 3 Fiona (Phillip + Tinno)

Lady/Guts: (Erela) 9, Breen (9), Jett Fly (9), Clarence (9), Terra (6), Sarah (6), Marty (2), I forgot the rest whoops (all gen 1.5)

Murray/Kala: Gen 1 Leila 22, Gerald 17, Arnold 16, Gen 1.5 Dory (14), Fern (12), Geo (11)

#bees ocs #oc info #updated may 3rd 2019

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Shattered #8 - Lies, Lies, Lies

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CW: Whumpee thinks Caretaker is new whumper/master, Vampire Caretaker, Reference to vampire whumper/previous abuse/captivity, Bloodbag Whumpee, Recovery/Rescue, Nightmare (drug induced), Panic attack, Talks of death/hopes of death, Denial, Paranoia, Drugs/Medication, Noncon drugging(?) Loss of speech, loss of autonomy

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How do you plead for your life with pen and paper? Would the fear, desperation and agony translate to the ink? The question wracks Declan’s brain, pounding against his aching skull as he clutches onto his pen like it’s his last lifeline.

It might be.

A shaking, yet stern death grip nearly crushes the plastic. Countless balls of paper are scrunched up and strewn across the room, and the notebook sitting on his lap is drowning in countless scribbles, all scratches of words that he determined were not enough to save his life. Splotches of ink once begging for home, or even a scrap of mercy; now blurred. Splattered with his tears. 

The vampire thinks he’s fast asleep. Resting, recuperating - whatever the hell it is he should be doing. But Declan’s night is August’s day. The terror keeps Declan wide awake, knowing that the creature is stalking the halls, waiting for the right moment to strike when Declan lets his guard down to sleep, at his most vulnerable. Why else would he have taken Declan in?

He’s scoured the room already; there’s nothing to whittle or fashion into a makeshift stake. There is no protection. Because August has thought everything through, of course. No weapons, no defence nor even privacy or dignity.

He’s a prisoner again and nothing more, he reminds himself. He won’t be fooled by the simplicity of a blanket or hot meals, even if the feeling of fullness in his belly feels like an impossible blessing he knows he’s not worthy of. His purpose is to be a blood-bag. Food. It’s nothing short of cruel and barbaric to trick him into thinking that anything more than anguish lies on his horizon. Freedom is a privilege not for the likes of him. He’d squandered his, took it for granted. 

The vampires had won. They’ve broken him down into nothing. The leeches have taken everything from him, and even with nothing left to give, they still want more. They can’t suck him dry of his blood, so they’ll drain his life away. He misses when he didn’t know the difference. 

Please - Declan writes down for the millionth time. It’s a good start. It’s just whether he pleads for mercy, or maybe for direction and orders? Just so he can know what his new master actually wants from him. It feels like he’s back at square one all over again. Stumbling in the dark, so terrified of the unknown and not knowing what to expect, how to behave and stay out of trouble. He knows now. It took everything from him, but he knows how to be good now and he just wants to show August how well behaved he can be. He won’t fight back, just so long as August tells him what to do. He’ll listen. 

He could write ‘please let me go’ and leave it up to August’s interpretation, whether letting him go means returning him home or…to finally be put to rest. If August truly wants to be merciful, and follow through with his promises of no more pain; he’d put him out of his misery. It would be a kindness.

The jarring creak of the door snaps Declan out of his thoughts;  he yelps and stuffs the notepad quickly under his blanket. He is quick to hide the damning evidence that will no doubt land him his first punishment from his master. He can’t lose the little comfort Sir is allowing him right now. Not yet.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you’d be asleep,” August mumbles, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as his eyes dart all over the room to avoid eye contact. 

Declan presses his back flat against the headboard of the bed, his spine forced pencil straight, cowering under his blanket, glancing over the top. His eyes stay peeled on August, pupils blown wide with fright. Like a scared puppy in the pound, cornered by the dog warden. He’s sure August was hoping he was asleep. It’s easier to take advantage of a blood bag when they aren’t ready for you. Declan knows. He knows all too well.

“I was just going to-" August trails off, pointing to Declan’s bedside, sheepishly scuttling over to turn up the drip. The look of panic in Declan’s eyes instantly glazes over into a foggy, far-away look. A wave of ecstasy crashes over him. Pain melting away that he didn't even notice was there, he'd long grown accustomed to it.

"There. That should be more comfortable. I hope."

Declan’s eyes roll back into his skull, eyelids fluttering shut as he lets out a low and throaty groan, slouching back into the bed. Even the panic seems to be shoved down deep in his mind, even if he doesn’t want it to. He just lets the sleep come for him, no energy to push back, and steal him under. 

Only then does August notice the dozens of balls of paper littered around the room and Declan's notepad sticking up in a jagged shape underneath his blanket. August rifles through the sheets to pull it out.

“What?” August gasps to himself, flicking his thumb through page after page of just black ink blocks.

He can't make out much. It's all scribbled out. But he can make out a few words lurking underneath the abyss of swirls.

A few “please”’s are hidden in there, a “home” dotted here and there. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what the intention of the letter was. A letter crying out for mercy. Declan still can't quite comprehend, or even trust that he's in good hands. That just maybe the hell he’s endured is truly behind him and he can look forward, without having to look over his shoulder. 

August can feel his heart drop in his chest. He can feel the terror radiating from the pages, and it’s devastating to think of what must have been running through Declan’s mind in the moments when he tried to write those letters. 

They can't keep going like this, round in circles with this breakdown of communication. How can August ever get through to Declan if the boy can't even voice his worries and wants? There’s no way for August to guide him. 

It doesn’t matter. August will figure it out. Tomorrow, he will begin the journey to help Declan recover his voice. 

*!*!*!*!*!*

“D-Declan? Oh, my baby… I’m here. Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay-”

Mom? 

The tears already spill down his cheeks before his eyes can flutter open. The world stands still around them. In this moment, there’s just him and her. Nothing else exists. No horrors lived through, and no monsters hiding under the bed.

She’s here. She’s really here. She doesn’t look a day older than the last time he saw her, God knows how many years ago now. Same outfit too. The scratchy wool sweater he bought her for her birthday one year, beige with bunnies on it. 

His jaw stutters open, a strangled rasp making its way out instead of all the words he wishes he could say to her. How much he’s missed her, thought of her every single day that he could think, loved her with every fibre of his being when all his world was consumed with hate.

All he can do is weep, stretching his arms and reaching out for her, grabbing at the air with his hands. She daren’t wait a second longer, sprinting towards him and pulling him up into a crushing embrace, wrapping her arms so tight and burying her nose into his ruffled hair. Who knows if she’ll ever let go again?

She smells the same too. She smells like home. 

After all these days of August swearing safety and freedom, all those lies he’s been fed, this is it. This is the first time he’s felt he can accept that he’s safe. Now that she’s found him, everything will be okay.

Declan squeezes tighter, tighter than ever before. He nuzzles in towards her belly and lets his eyes slip shut. It’s time to finally go home. 

Then, a dark chortle rumbles above him. The sweet smell of perfume diffuses in the air, and a musty smell swims up Declan’s nostrils instead. The room feels stale, like all the light has been extinguished and the air has been sucked out of it. Or maybe it’s his own lungs; all he knows is that he can’t breathe all of a sudden. The terror grips his throat again. The arms around him crush against him, and sharp nails dig into his back. 

“Aw. Needy little blood bag, aren’t we, Deccy?”

Vince.

Where did  his mother go? She was just here in his arms. The world was right again, and now it’s been flipped upside down. The dark snuffs out the light, and loving touch is replaced with pain. 

In the entire time Declan lay dormant, his eyes saw a thousand horrors that his mind wasn’t awake to comprehend. Now, he’s awake. Now, he can understand and feel the fear. How can that be fair? That living as a zombie, not quite here but not quite gone, is somehow miraculously better than the alternative? 

Life. Life that he fought tooth and nail for. But he lost himself in the fight. And now Vince has come back to drag his sorry ass back down to that vile basement, to reclaim what’s rightfully his. It doesn’t matter how many times Declan tries to remind himself that he doesn’t belong to anyone; Vince is always there to remind him of his place. 

Declan screeches, trying in vain to untangle his limbs from the demon who tore his life to shreds. He thumps his fists against Vince’s chest to get out of his grip. It doesn’t matter. Vince holds him easily. Finally, With all the strength he can muster, Declan shoves Vince out of his arms, pushing him away from the bed as he goes stumbling backwards.

But it’s not Vince who staggers away from him. 

August nearly trips backwards over his own feet and stares back at Declan in astonishment, hurt painted across his face. August’s eyes are full of betrayal and concern, and Declan can’t wipe the confusion from his face. None of this makes any sense. He heard Vince, he saw him, he felt him.

“I’m so sorry. Did I spook you? I didn’t mean to. You’re okay, no-one’s going to hurt you!” August stresses, holding his palms out before him as if to demonstrate his innocence. 

Declan's head is about to implode. He can't begin to fathom what's unravelling before his very eyes. Curling into himself, he wails, mourning the loss of home all over again. The universe won't grant him an uninterrupted moment of silence, not without fear.

If he could, he’d go back and talk to himself; go and speak wisdom to the poor old Declan curled up and sobbing himself to sleep on his mattress and tell him it’s okay. To stop fighting. Because what was he fighting for?

He thought he was fighting for life. But what kind of life is this suffering? Is pain and terror? Deception at every turn.

Strangely enough, Declan recalls hearing a voice telling him that. That it was okay, everything would be okay. To let himself fall, because Vince’s words would be there to catch him. The burden of thought and choice, the risk of messing up would be taken away. He’d be the perfect vessel and blood bag.

At the time, Declan thought it was Vince’s persuasion luring him into giving over that final bit of control. Sweet tempting words to let him slip away,

Now, he wonders if it was him. If it was that final bit of him left suffocating under Vince’s power, laying down the sword. Giving up the fight. Telling Declan that they lost, but that’s okay. The sweet surrender of sleep was coming. 

Whatever was coming for him, was okay. It would be better.

It would have been. If it wasn’t for August. The saviour that’s condemned him…

*!*!*!*!*

Declan jumps awake in his bed, springing to sit upright, a scream tearing its way out of his dry throat, drenched in cold sweats through to the sheets. He pats his cheeks, feeling the dampness of tears latch to his fingertips.

It wasn't real.

No-one is there. A sliver of moonlight spotlights the space where August was standing moments ago. No, not August, Not Vince… or Mom. She was never here, they're still worlds apart. And it's like a knife to the heart, losing her all over again. 

He's living to suffer, despite the words his captors try to delude him with. Alive under August's wish only, to feed from and toy with. It doesn’t matter that August hasn’t used him yet. He will. Declan knows it. It’s August who is responsible for this; he caused that vile nightmare. August had drugged him in the middle of the night. 

The blood pounds in Declan’s ears, his heartbeat thumping rabbit fast in his chest. Panic beats him to a pulp, and he chokes on his own wet sobs as he desperately gasps to catch his breath. He rocks back and forth in his bed, slamming his palm over his mouth to trap in the cries.

Footsteps thunder down the hallway, and Declan’s ears prick up at the sound of sprinting at lightning pace as August and Lucas burst into the room. They both look terrified.  They must have  heard the blood-curdling scream echo through the house, and come running that very second. To subdue him again, Declan is sure.

"Declan! Everything okay in here-?"

Declan doesn't respond, he can't - he's too busy crying himself into hysterics, hyperventilating for breath. His eyes so wild, bloodshot red that they nearly matched those of the monster gawking at him in shock.

“What’s wrong? What happened?!” August gasps, rushing to one side of Declan's bed, Lucas the other. Declan cries out again, rolling away from August and reaching out for Lucas for protection, grabbing onto his t-shirt and burrowing his face to hide away. He must look so pathetic right now.  But Lucas is the one thing he's got left that’s closest to humanity in this place. An ally, someone he can rely on.

“C-Ca…Can’t-” Declan pants, sucking in desperate breaths as nausea twists in his gut. 

He can’t do it. He can’t cope anymore. He can’t be here, he can’t be food, or a plaything. Whatever he’s done in his life to deserve this, he’s so fucking sorry. But surely it’s time served by now, there has to be a point where he’s suffered enough. He deserves to go home and be free like the vampire keeps promising him he can. Why give him false hope? So he can revel in watching it be crushed again?

Lucas kneels down to Declan’s level, shooting him a solemn look. He slowly reaches for Declan’s trembling hand and places it flat on his chest, “Do what I do, yeah? Match my breathing. Slowly now, in and out.”

Declan feels his hand puff out with Lucas’ chest, following his exaggerated breaths. He focuses solely on matching, keeping in time–he does know how to do what he’s told, after all. He keeps inhaling through the nose…deep breath…back out again through the mouth. His eyes stay trained on Lucas’, and they breathe together until Declan’s back in the rhythm and the staccato gasps for air are no more.

“There we go. You’ve got this. It’s going to be okay,” Lucas consoles, beaming a smile at him. Deep down, Declan feels like he may be able to spare a pinch of trust in him. 

“I think you just had a bad dream. You’re safe, Declan," August chimes in. He sounds as though he’s trying to comfort, and even if Declan doesn’t believe him, he tries his best to not to scream at the top of his lungs to stop lying, no matter how badly he wants to. It doesn’t matter anyway. August probably knows exactly what he’s thinking. They always do. 

"Can you say it back to me? You’re safe.”

Declan presses his lips together. Not a chance. He's not falling for it, not playing along with the sick mind games. That is, of course, until Lucas nods encouragingly at him, a reassuring smile begging him to at least try. Maybe if they hear it, hear him try, they’ll leave him alone. 

“S-...s-sa-” Declan stammers and stutters, his voice barely rising above a whisper. The entire time, his brain is begging him to not believe his own words.

When was the last time he truly felt safe?

“-fe. S-sa..fe” 

Who is safe anymore? Where is safe? What does that word even mean anymore? He thought maybe Lucas was safe… and he seems it. But maybe he's just as bad, he's complicit. Declan pulls his hand away from Lucas and holds it close to him. It’s a fool's game to trust.

“S-Sa..fe.”

He’ll never be safe again. 

Declan bursts into tears, shaking his head furiously and snatching his notepad from the bedside stand. August stops and takes a step back to give him space. Declan feels August’s eyes as he writes. 

L I E S

August crumbles to his knees at the sight of the words. Declan doesn’t understand. If he’s angry, why doesn’t he just hurt Declan like Vince always did? Why go through the motions of pretending to care? It’s not as if it makes a difference. Declan is August’s to use, no matter what.  

"Declan, please believe me. It's not a lie."

LET ME GO

"I will. I promise I'm not - I'm not keeping you here. You’re not a prisoner. No harm will ever come to you. You just need to heal, then we can look at getting you home. I can’t send you back like this - a shell of yourself."

The mask slips, August has finally dropped the ball. Just like Declan knew he would eventually. He’s being sent back to Vince. Patched up and shipped back. He just can’t believe August can dare refer to it as ‘home’. He was right all along, he knew August was tricking him. It doesn’t make it hurt any less, knowing that when he’s recovered and healthy, August will hand him back over to Vince so he can be broken all over again. 

It’s not fair that he woke up. It’s not. He’s been through hell and back. What is the fucking point if he’s only being made strong enough so that they can drain him all over again? They had no right to wake him up. They had no right to continue his suffering. Who gave August the right to play god?

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Special thank you to @whumpcereal for the amazing beta on this for me! <3 and to @darkthingshappen and @sparrowsage for cheering me on when I was struggling!

#Shattered #Vampire Whumper #Vampire Caretaker #Bloodbag whumpee #whump OC #whump #whump community #whump writing #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #Declan Durant OC #August Crinamorte OC #Lucas Slater OC #recovery #recovery fic #rescued whumpee #non verbal #nightmare #noncon drugging #panic attack

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five sentence ask game-

"what will it take for you to learn?"

"What will it take for you to learn?!" Vince roars, kicking Declan's frail, sleeping body from his mattress. He springs awake, tumbling to the floor, all the colour draining from his already pale and gaunt face when he locks eyes with the vampire.

He didn't wake up in time. Again. For the third time this week. Declan knows the routine, it's ingrained in his skull; the second he hears the jingle of the padlock, the door being unbolted - he has ten seconds max to scuttle into the center of the room and bend to his knees.

But he's so exhausted. So weak. His minds so foggy and his energy depleted. He knows the rules like the back of his hand, he doesn't need to learn them. It's not disobedience. It's fatigue.

"S-Sor-"

Vince backhands him across the face, slamming him to the floor. Reeling and dazed. He pushes on his shaking arms to lift himself back up, Vince stamps him back down. Declan resigns, crumbling onto his front and resting his pounding head against the cold concrete.

"Repeat after me, human. You are nothing but food."

Declan feels Vince's parasitic control worm through his ears and seize hold of his brain, pulling at his strings like a puppet. Throbbing pain bursts behind his eye sockets, and his eyes glaze over until they're cloudy and unfocused.

"I am nothing but food, master," Declan robotically parrots the words. The voice that scratches through his throat doesn't even sound like his own. It's the first time he's properly spoken in weeks - Vince only likes to hear him scream. His vocal chords feel sore and swollen, fried to a crisp.

"You live to serve me."

"I live to serve you, master," Declan's voice breaks, tears well in his eyes. It's true. He'd admit all this were he not under the vampires influence. It still hurts to confess.

There's really no need to use persuasion on Declan. He complies every step of the way. Anything for a second of relief.

"Every breath you take is because I allow it."

Vince says that like it's a mercy. That allowing Declan to still live and breathe is a favour, and one that Declan could never repay. It feels like the cruelest torture Vince could ever inflict. Forcing Declan to live like this.

"Every breath I take is because you allow it, master."

Vince erupts into a fang-filled grin of glee, his eyes light up.

"I. Own. You."

Declan isn't human. He is food. He breathes to live, and he lives to serve his master. He is property - Vince's property. Vince owns him.

"You. Own. Me. Master", Declan croaks.

"Good," Vince huffs, leaning down to pat Declan on the head. "Now get on your knees. And you will repeat all you've just said until whenever I decide to finally tell you to stop," Vince commands.

#Shattered #vincent morelli oc #declan durant oc #vampire whumper #bloodbag whumpee #persuasion #mind control #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity

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please (for the ask game)

Have some mean Vince! <3

“I’ll lose,” Declan croaks, his voice barely above a whisper.  He bows his head, shoulders slumping forward in defeat, unable to meet Vince’s piercing red eyes. “I always lose. I don’t have anything left to lose, and yet somehow, I still will.” Declan’s spirit, once so fierce and unyielding, had been smothered to a mere flicker, a frail candle struggling against a relentless wind.  Vince chortles, a cruel sound that sends chills rippling through Declan's body. The vampire steps closer, his menacing gaze never leaving Declan's face. He reaches out and grabs Declan's chin, lifting it up and locking eyes with him. “P-Please, Master," Declan squeaks, "Don’t make me play.” “Oh, come now, human. It’s not about the winning, it’s the taking part that counts!”

#thank you for the ask! <3 #Shattered #Vincent Morelli OC #Declan Durant OC #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity #vampire whumper #bloodbag whumpee

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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

#A Taste of Your Own Medicine #Shattered #Play Pretend #Izaak Silvera OC #Henley Allen OC #Ronan Ellis OC #Felix Conner OC #Josh Barlowe OC #Declan Durant OC #Vince Morelli OC #bloodbag whumpee #pet whump #whumper turned whumpee #yandere whumper #vampire caretaker #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity

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Declan + "Please Don't Go" for 5 sentence fics!

Desparation takes over as Declan hurls himself at his masters feet without thinking. His bony fingers and wiry arms scramble for purchase around the vampires leg, who furiously attempts to kick him off. A chocked sob escapes Declan as he clings on tight for dear life. When Vince leaves him, the silence suffocates him and the isolation impales him. He doesn't want to lose the war with his own mind.

"Please...don't go-" Declan rasps, his voice raw and scratchy.

#This is the scene that came to me! 🙈 #When a whumpee is so conditioned and so hurt they just need the company #nehehee #shattered #declan durant oc #vincent morelli oc #bloodbag whumpee #vampire whumper #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity #five sentence fics

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Do we see Declan in the next Shattered chapter? Declan is babygirl 😞

Unfortunately not in this chapter - I'M SORRYY 😓💗 I miss babygirl too asdfghjkl - but it's only for this chapter. The second this August and Lucas flashback is done, it's STRAIGHT back to Declan and I have plans for him 😘

#thank you for the ask!!! #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #shattered #declan Durant oc

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✨for August and Lucas and Declan!

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

August - I can't explain this but for the longest time I've been infatuated with the name 'August' for a vampire. I just love it. And I've mentioned before that I adore name meanings for my characters and August means 'great, magnificent' and I think it does suit him!

Lucas - I'ma be totally honest, I think I just scrolled through name lists for Lucas asdfghjkl - He's one of the few OC's where his name didn't immediately come to me.

Declan - MANY A REASONS! One, I love the name Declan and have for many years. And whenever I think of the name Declan, I always imagine brown hair, brown eyes. And it also means "full of goodness" my sweet boy. Nothing better than the sweetest, innocent whumpee being completely broken ;)

#ty for the ask! #shattered #august crinamorte oc #lucas slater oc #declan durant oc #vampire caretaker #bloodbag whumpee #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #oc ask game

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"What? Were you laughing at me?"

For anyone <3

"What? Were you laughing at me?"

Declan clamps his palm over his mouth to stifle his laughter, and looks away from his plate. No, he can't - please, he can't laugh, August tried, he did his absolute best - and that's what counts.

But he catches a glimpse of it in his peripheral vision. The burnt toast that resembles charcoal, doused with mayonnaise and garnished with mint leaves. He's in a fit of hysterics all over again.

"What in fresh hell is that?!" Declan wheezes, pointing at his plate.

"Look, Lucas is out of town. I'm a doctor, I've never claimed to be a chef," August jovially huffs and folds his arms like a child having a tantrum. "That's people food is it not?" he quirks his eyebrow.

Declan puffs his cheeks and smiles, scooting his chair back towards the table and pulling the plate back over to him to inspect the ungodly creation.

"Yep..." he giggles, poking at it with the spoon August gave him, "that's people food."

#I WENT FOR A LIGHTHEARTED ONE #It's seriously canon that August is shit with human food #AND HAPPY RECOVERED DECLAN?! WHEN DO WE SEE THIS?! #THEY FRENS! #august crinamorte oc #declan durant oc #vampire caretaker #bloodbag whumpee #recovery whump #Shattered #ShatteredAsks #ShatteredDrabbles

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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 Two

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UPCOMING:

Chapter Ten (Part III) - Happy Birthday, August!

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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!!! 🥰😘

#Shattered #vampire whumper #vampire caretaker #bloodbag whumpee #pet whump #whump oc #my ocs #whump #whump community #whump blog #whump writing #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #whump writer #whump masterpost #whump masterlist #masterlist #just updating masterlists dont mind me 👀 #August Crinamorte OC #Vince Morelli OC #Declan Durant OC #Lucas Slater OC

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"Please, don't." For five sentence fics!

From this ask game!

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"Please, don't-" Declan whimpers, stepping back from August's hands and pressing himself into the corner. He's shaking from head to toe. Eyes screwed shut and his lip trembling.

Declan cradles his arm protectively, blood pouring from the gash slicing down it.

"Do-Don't come near....please."

August stares at the shattered shards of the ceramic plate scattered across the kitchen tile. The droplet's of blood splashed and smeared amongst the mess...where he'd tackled Declan to the floor in primitive and feral hunger only moments ago. The beastly instinct had taken over in the blink of an eye.

The second that plate smashed in the sink, the second it nicked Declan's arm and oozed blood.

Before August knew it... he blinked and Declan was screaming and sobbing underneath him, and he was bearing his fangs about to bite into his neck. After how long of promising he would never? And after all Declan's been through?

August will never forgive himself for this.

"I-I just...can I...I want to be alone," Declan rasps, still refusing to unbutton his eyes, "Au-August. I'm so-sorry. Please leave me alone-"

#idk how much sense this one makes #but Ive planned for this to actually show up in the series at one point but a bit better and fleshed out #Shattered #august crinamorte oc #declan durant oc #vampire caretaker #bloodbag whumpee #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity #mentions of blood

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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 👀

#my sweet little bloodbag #maybe Vince barking a command at hom ad hes under persuasion #ooo yummers #shattered #declan durant oc #vincent morelli oc #vampire whumper #bloodbag whumpee

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In honor of your birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!), what would each of your whumpees ask for for their birthdays (assuming they could pick anything)?

OMG THANK YOUUUUU!!!! 🥰❤️

And I LOVE this question, it's something I've thought about some of them before. I'm gonna take this question to mean in captivity!

If they can pick anything, can they all pick freedom? ;)

Josh:

Josh would ask Felix for something to listen to his music on! A radio, or maybe an MP3 player. He's not stupid, so he knows Felix isn't about to get him anything with internet or the means of communicating with someone. My lil guy just wants to put some earphones in and dissociate once in a while when Felix chucks him down in the basement 🙈

(Fun fact, Felix's friend Kurtis does get him an MP3 player for his birthday!)

Declan:

If Declan could ask for anything? He'd want an up-to-date family picture 🥺 or maybe a school picture of his baby sister and see how grown up she is now. He'd treasure it, and want to frame it on the wall but would also hide it under his mattress and hope Vince forgets about it.

But I think Declan would be too scared about how Vince would go about getting the photo. So realistically, I think Declan would ask for something comfortable like a big, fluffy blanket.

Henley:

Henley would like a night light! A cute little lamp he could put in his corner, something not so bright that it keeps Izaak awake and angry. Or maybe one of those hoodie blankets that are super comfy and oversized! He'd love one of those, Ronan's basement gets so cold and Henley has so little clothing. It would swallow him, he'd just be a little head peeking out the top and two feeties.

Izaak:

Izaak would be a little sleuthy fucker. Because when is he not? I can see him asking for haircare stuff. Like a hairbrush, comb, clips. And he's just gonna go to town making weapons and picking locks, whittling his comb into a knife - breaking out of his handcuffs. Whilst chuckling under his breath "best birthday present ever. Thank you, moron."

Henley tag list: @livelaughwhump @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

Izaak tag list: @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

#play pretend #shattered #a taste of your own medicine #izaak silvera oc #henley allen oc #josh barlowe oc #declan durant oc #bloodbag whumpee #pet whump #whumper turned whumpee #yandere whump #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity