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echoe-back-from-the-void · 6 months

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Logan x M/Reader

Mutation: Necromancy

I brushed my short hair behind my ear as I listened avidly to the lady beside me as she talked animatedly about the garden as part of her ongoing tour to show me around. Today would be my first day starting classes since I arrived at Xavier's school for gifted children.

"My husband, bless his soul, planted these rose bushes. It was in the middle of June when the first owners had moved in. We were younger then." She said smiling brightly.

I laughed into my hand as I ducked my head. "Tell me more, please?" I said in a whisper.

"Tell us more! Tell us more!" A little girl said as she jumped to hang off the woman's arm.

"Jane don't pull on people, it's impolite." I scolded the child quietly.

The little girl turned to me and with as much sass as a seven year old could manage she said, "she's not a person, she's dead, like me!" The girl said bluntly and I snorted before patting her head.

"Manners are important—"

"—even for the dead. I know I know." The girl said bouncing her head as she finished my statement. She said the words like they had been said a thousand times before. They had because I've known Jane since I was a child, when my mutation first started. It has been many years since then.

"Well, have I told you about..." she said and soon we stopped to sit beside the fountain and listen to her tell us more stories.

*ring ring*

"That's the bell dear's, off to class with you." The old maid said sweetly.

"But I Wanna hear moreee." Jane whined, kicking her feet.

I put my hand on her head and she looked up at me. Then in a conspiratorial whisper I said, "you don't have to come to classes, miss rose might like your company. And you don't want to go to math class anyway, do you?" I teased.

Jane stuck her tongue out in disgust before turning to the lady. "Can I stay with you while big brother goes to classes."

I blushed. It's not the first time Jane has called me that but it's always embarrassing when she tells other dead people so proudly.

I went to class with some apprehension, it was strange to even be remotely removed from Jane, but I pushed on in favor of fitting in. At least I tried, until rumors began and then I was avoided by most the schools populace. The only ones not to actively avoid me would be children younger then myself that would sit and hear me tell stories. I'd tell them that they were not my stories but stories told to me.

"Can you tell us another story?" A young boy asked me with wide eyes. "They're much better then anything we learn in history, or English."

"But they are history, not big roles in history but they happened. Have I told you the story about the soldier and the captain?"

"There's a teacher coming." Jane said pulling on my sleeve.

I frowned before turning to the kids around me. "Sorry kiddos. I just remember l have a test tomorrow." I lied, out the corner of my eye the teacher was closer. I think it was miss storm, a kind woman with a gentle temperament. She was nice to me even after the rumors persisted. Some teachers would eye me behind my back but I knew because Jane would always tell me. She was angry with them for how I was treated.

The kids whined before dispersing back to other activities while I stood and dusted my pants. Jane held the corner of my sleeve as we approached the teacher.

"Good evening miss storm" I said softly making her smile.

"Hello Alexander, telling stories?" She asked.

"Always, I like telling their stories, otherwise they've died without anyone to remember them."

"That's thoughtful." She said in cheerful voice.

I smiled and pet Jane's hair, "everyone's story deserves to be told someday."

"Would you tell us yours?" She asked.

I flinched before covering it by smiling brightly, "not today miss storm, maybe soon." I shrugged my shoulders for emphasis.

"The Professor knows nothing about you, which means us teachers know even less. Some of us have a hard time letting you stay here, you don't make it easier. If you could just tell us why you were there then we can help you better." She persuaded.

Jane pulled on my sleeve making her turn to me. "We gotta tell her something. Or it will just get worse. They'll send us back. The man in glasses was very angry about us." She then hid her head in my side as she trembled. My arm moved from her head to her shoulder as I pulled her closer.

"Okay miss storm, your professor may ask three questions."

Her eyes turned white before she came back to herself. "What is your full name? Why were you in the Psychiatric hospital? Are you a harm to yourself or others?"

I chuffed a laugh and dipped my head. "Not goin easy on me? My full name is Alexander Monroe Grant. I stayed in the hospital," I paused to roll my tongue over my teeth, "for many years. I have never harmed another person or mutant intentionally. And as you've seen I can be pretty clumsy." I scratched my neck and ducked my head further with a smile.

"Thank you, Alexander. Dinner will be at five please come to eat this time."

"Yes ma'am." I said politely while turning to walk away.

"You lied." Jane accused but couldn't tamper her own smile. "That was impolite." She said cheekily.

"Which time?" I whispered picking her up to set on my shoulder.

"Both. But why?" She asked wrapping an arm around my neck.

"Freedom without limits. They'll know everything eventually. There is only so much time. We could run, they would never find us?" I offered.

"No. I think we'll like it here." Jane said hugging my neck. "Let's go, I wanna see miss rose!" Jane giggled.

"As you wish!" I said bowing to where she almost fell off my shoulders before running off to the garden.

"Logan would you stop by the mansion on your next visit. There is a student I think would interest you."

"Alright Professor." A gruff voice responded. Cigar smoke rose from the man's lips as he spoke. He burned the cigar out on his hand and mounted his bike. Setting off for Xavier's school for gifted children.

Personally he didn't know why he agreed so quickly but something pushed him to drive faster.

It had been another week at the school. For the last four days a man in leather has watched me in between classes. Anytime I left the building he was there a distance away to watch me.

"Are you sure he's not here to kill us?" Jane asked for the hundredth time causing me to giggle.

"Not today." I said leaning back to lay on the grass. Jane curled up beside me, head on my shoulder. To anyone else the grass would look flattened but they wouldn't see the sleepy child.

"Rock or Blues?" I asked her pulling out an old beaten handheld radio. I slipped the headphones around my neck so we could both hear.

"Rock!" She said enthusiastically.

Soon the soft sounds of early rock and roll began to play with intermittent commercials. I let myself dance between sleep and awareness as we listened to buddy holly. The sun that warmed us was blocked by a tall shadow and I opened my eyes to glance the leather clad man.

"Howlett." I greeted him with sleepy doe eyes.

"And how would you know that?" He asked curiously.

"People talk." I say in a run around way.

"Listen kid," he begins and I rise to a sitting position knowing this will be a good conversation.

"Big brother." Jane yawns, waking up from my movement.

"Go back to sleep Jane." I whisper and she nodded laying in my lap as she continued to snooze. "I'm sorry my sister is napping." I say quietly.

"Uh huh." Logan responds sarcastically but I can see his curiosity is piqued. "Listen kid, the Professor looked into it and the only Alexander Monroe at that hospital was administered in 53' so tell it to me straight, who are you?" He asked.

I leaned back on my hands. "So this is why the Professor summoned you. A lie detector test because he can't get inside my head." I said softly. I tapped Jane awake, "we're being interrogated." I told her and her dazed sleepy expression became hyper aware.

"Kid, I want answers."

"Imortalis, the immortal." I rolled my hand toward him before holding my hand to myself and repeating the words. His face dawned an understanding and I continued to speak. "I am Alexander Monroe Grant, I was born sometime before your professor, I don't look it do I?" I joked giving him a dopey smile. "My parents at the time were worried I was schizophrenic, I would talk to people that weren't there and know things I shouldn't. They were scared so they sent me away. My mutation allows me to see the dead, they talk to me and I interact with them. I was given meds, electroshock therapy with no change. Eventually my doctors forgot me and my treatments stopped. I was just a faceless patient and was easily ignored."

"And you didn't leave?"

"Would you leave a safe heaven for somewhere different." I sneered and showed my first sign of anger. "Here I'm called crazy around my peers when I'm no different then them. There I was part of community and was never belittled for my ability." I tilted my head mockingly. "Strange, how judgmental people with mutations can be toward their own." I nodded glad to make my point known before slipping into shadows and landing in the forest surrounding the school.

~flashback to Logan seeing Alexander the first time.

The Professor had given me the rundown on what they knew about the kid and his medical files from the hospital. I felt myself tense with phantom pain as I read the words Electroshock therapy on his records. The bell rang for lunch and I expected the kid to eat lunch but storm told me he usually sat outside so I stood against the building as I observed him.

He was talking to some unseen figure, most likely a child based on the way he treated it. The wind swept through his hair and carried his scent toward me. Smoke and something sweet. It was a pleasant smell that I have never smelled in combination before but strangely fit him.

I wanted to approach closer but decided to observe for now. The sound of his voice was pleasant too. (Logan low key feeling attracted to someone he hasn't even met.)

-the day Logan does talk to him.

Scott had been raving about Alexander again, calling him an unstable threat, I asked what his beef was and he said the kid was inherently evil. But from my observations there was nothing evil about him. He has a sunny disposition with a soft voice that drew me in no matter how distant I heard it.

A soft giggle drew my attention back to him, but what had me moving was the sounds of old rock he began to play. Soon I was standing above him...he blinked his doe eyes and I felt entranced.

We talked and I was surprised he was immortal. The way he spoke about his family gave me violent urges but I stowed them to listen further and not scare him off. Then he said something that surprised me.

"Strange, how judgmental people with mutations can be toward their own" he said referencing the constant belittlement he faced among children I now know are much younger than him. Then he slipped into shadows and disappeared from my sight.

"Professor, was that enough information to let him stay?"

"Yes Logan, please find him and bring him back." A voice answered back in Logan's head.

A game of cat and mouse ensued, Logan would hunt Alexander in the woods and the second he found them, Alexander would slip into shadows again.

"Cmon, kid, gotta eat sometime." Logan bargained.

"I'm not a kid." Alexander then paused and held onto the side of the tree he hid behind. "I haven't needed to eat since I was a child." The male said bitterly.

"Then at least come back. Storm misses you." Logan persuaded.

"I know. But everyone else wants me gone. Just because I can see and interact with the dead doesn't mean I'm a killer or evil."

"I get that, but you can't keep camping out here."

"But don't you like this game, Jane said the man with glasses likes to be mean to you." I whispered knowing he heard perfectly.

"That's adult business and I'll deal with it eventually. So leave it be kid."

I felt blood rush to my face as I slipped into shadows before reappearing in front of him. "I'm not a kid." I pouted.

"Yeah, but your companion is." Logan said back. He grinned knowing he was right.

"It's Not like I send her to gather information, she just does it on her own. You try controlling a forever five year old." I bite back before crossing my arms and turning to walk away. A hand on my shoulder stopped me and my head dropped to my chest. "Your gonna make us go back?"

"One more week." Logan offered.

I turned to him in excitement and nodded. I couldn't stop myself from hopping foot to foot.

I love being outside but when I was locked up I was barely given recess time. Then with the school I couldn't be outside without being belittled by peers.

"Will you count to ten?" I ask tilting my head.

Logan smiled before spinning me around, "ten, nine..."

I bolted into the other direction. Slipping into shadows here or there to confuse him.

The next week we grew closer, I didn't mind how he'd pick me up when he found me or pet my hair when we talked. It was different then how I treated Jane. The way he treated me made my rib cage home to a dozen butterflies. It didn't help that I once walked in on him washing in a river. He was waded into the water with pants on as he washed his chest and hair. I bit my lip before turning away from the hormone inducing sight.

"Hey! Waters fine, no leeches or anything. We've been out here and you haven't showered." Logan yelled at my retreating back.

"I'm I'm good!" I stuttered. A short scream left my lips as I was picked up and thrown into the river.

I swam to the surface before staring wide eyed at Logan. "Uncool." I said brushing my hair back from falling in my eyes. "I'll catch my death in this water." I hissed unpleasantly as I dragged myself onto the shore when I took of my shirt and began to ring it out. "Jane stop poking me!" I whine as I shivered from the cold breeze.

Logan came up beside me with a wide grin, unfazed by the water dripping from his hair and down his torso.

"Not all of us have super heated bodies." I say spitefully as I ring my shirt out again. Logan chuckles and rubs his hands up and down my shoulders to warm me up while pulling me close to his chest.

"I can share." He teases and I blush before hiding my face in his chest. Soft hair like fur covers his chest and happy trail. His fingers dance along my back as he purrs. Do wolverines purr? He then nuzzles his face into my neck. The 5'o clock shadow scratches my neck and makes me laugh.

He backs up so I can see his face, softly he says. "Your real pretty when you laugh like that."

I chuff disbelieving that he even said that and he puts his knuckles under my chin, tilting my face toward him. "I mean it, your pretty. Was something about you the first time I saw you that had me entranced." He admits sheepishly and ducks his head so his nose bumps against mine. "I'm kinda glad you ran away, gave me a chance to chase ya." He says huskily, his fingers move from my back to my hips as he begins to stroke them softly. His hands radiate heat like two suns and I lean into him more. My hands going to rest on his chest making him smile. He shivers when my fingers begin to play with his chest hair.

His whole body shows impatience and he keeps glancing at my lips but instead he takes it slow. Leaving a gentle peck on my nose, check and then the corner of my lips. When he does kiss me it's not rushed or messy. It's soft and I savor the feeling of lips on mine. When we pull away it leaves me breathless and I lean even more against him as he become the only thing holding me up.

"That good huh?" He says teasingly and I blush.

"Not really, I think I need a another one."

Logan grins and dips me before kissing me again and again.

#logan howlett #x men #logan x reader #romance #x men imagine #fluff #immortal whumpee

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tss-whumper · 3 months

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au in which all of the sides except for patton are slowly starting to develop more of their animalistic features, and are starting to lose their human abilities. except for patton. but instead of helping them try to find a cure, he starts to take advantage of them in this state, creating a sort of zoo environment for them and taking away even more of their autonomy.

and my headcanons for the sides that don't yet have explicit features (remus is an octopus, virgil is a spider, janus is a snake) is roman is a deer and logan is a falcon/eagle!

#sanders sides #tss #thomas sanders #whump community #whump writing #whumper patton #whumpee roman #whumpee virgil #whumpee janus #whumpee logan #whumpee remus #tss whumper ideas

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sanders-whump · 1 year

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the shape of someone's spirit au

TWs:

-Guns/hunting

-Domestic violence

-Cheating

-Mentions of kidnapping

-Stockholm Syndrome

Characters:

-Logan Whittaker: A biologist whose goal is to save the forest he lives in. Very conscious of how the lifestyle of modern society has ruined the environment. Also very interested in astronomy, and learning in general. Tends to see the logic in everything except for his own romantic situation. Unwilling to accept that he is in a toxic relationship with his cheating boyfriend, very meek and shy around him.

-Patton Parsons: Said toxic, cheating boyfriend. Hunter, and doesn’t care at all about the environment and finds joy in the killing of innocent things. Somewhat sadistic in that sense, but who’s diagnosing? Not me. Cheating on his boyfriend, thinks he doesn’t know. Lazy and rude.

-Roman: Half-chameleon, half person. No parents. Has lived all over the area, but eventually finds a temporary home in the forest. Kind and silly, and way too brave for his own good. A very quick learner, especially in linguistics. Able to disguise as other people and change colors to blend into his surroundings.

Plot:

Logan’s passion is biology, and working to find ways to save the planet from ruin. He lives in a beautiful cottage in the woods with his boyfriend, who works in the city while Logan does research from home. But Logan’s boyfriend isn’t good to him. He beats him and yells at him if he makes the smallest mistakes. But one night, everything changes. Logan comes home to Patton being kind and excitable. He’s eager to listen to Logan talk about his research, and he cuddles him gently, instead of being rough and demanding. Logan doesn’t understand what changed. But to his horror, when he wakes up the next morning, Patton is exactly the same as he always was: cruel and vile. And this pattern continues for a few days. Patton is awful, Logan leaves, Logan comes back, and Patton is wonderful.

But one day, things are different. Logan falls asleep, and when he opens his eyes, he’s face to face with a creature he’d never seen before instead of Patton. A chameleon-looking person. Turns out, Roman had been disguising himself as Patton with his powers whenever Patton left to cheat on Logan (though Logan doesn’t know that Patton is doing this), so he could take care of the precious human that Roman sees through the window being beaten and tortured. Logan at first is horrified, but then, he realizes how sweet Roman is, and how much he enjoys his company. So he agrees to let Roman stay with him, as long as Roman stays hidden from Patton. Logan knew that if Patton managed to get his hands on Roman, then he would be in grave danger.

(content will be tagged #soss au)

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obsessedwithegos · 7 months

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idk if anyone here remembers Logan from Helgi's attempted murder but recently he was brought into an RP with a friend so he's back on my mind <3

In the RP he got nearly drowned by vampire hunter ghosts and then promptly was given a concussion bc his head slammed off the sink, and he's taking comfort in his bat form; but unfortunately hospital lights aren't very kind to tiny bat eyes...

Kisa also brought up the idea of the ghosts braiding his hair so ofc had to draw that jfdghjskdfhgkj

He also has a lovely brand on his back to mark his failure as a vampire hunter! It still occasionally hurts so he will sometimes use lidocaine on it to help! :3 He's also very good at turning up his charm to get what he wants at times, including money fjghsdjkfhsdfjk

general: @emmettnet @blackberry-bloody

#owe art #my art #discord got the version of the first art with color dots and the scar on his throat :3 #logan tag #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #he wears his collar to cover his throat scars and also as a warning to other vampires :3 #if he's left alone with another vampire his hunter instincts kicks in and he uncontrollably attacks!#which can lead to so many problems for him <3333 #ask to tag #his sweater also hides his muscles and make him so much more unassuming! Which I adore :3

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whump-is-love-whump-is-life · 5 days

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Just thinking about what a good whumper Wolverine/Logan would be…

#I see those claws and go ‘ohhhhh yes. perfect for torturing’#(he’s a good whumpee too)#my posts #whump #logan wolverine #wolverine #whump community #whumpblr

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golden-songbird · 1 year

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since i love sanders sides and whump, here are the sides as whumpees, caretakers, or whumpers depending on which role i think they suit best!!

tw for mentions of catatonia, emotional abuse, physical torture, and extreme people pleasing.

roman: whumpee. roman is a golden child at heart, so he would do whatever it takes to please the whumper right away. he wouldn’t act weak or be a pushover, but he would try to be who he thinks the whumper wants him to be by going above and beyond on tasks and always doing things with a smile. but it wears on him, and as the torture gets worse, and roman realizes that his desire to please isn’t changing anything, he grows extremely distressed and his mind breaks into catatonia. he’s barely able to break out of it when he’s rescued, and he regularly falls into his appeasing habits, stuck in that desperate need to please people in order to avoid injury or pain.

patton: whumper. yep. i said it. it’s controversial but it’s just how i think it would work. patton would be the most terrifying whumper because he acts like the worlds sweetest little thing. nobody would even suspect that he tortures people and traumatizes them to the point of no return. his abuse would mostly be emotional, taking advantage of peoples phobias, convincing them that they’re worthless, or that they only deserve love and human decency when they’re perfect, obedient little pets. but i could also see him getting physical, and then hugging his whumpee and saying stuff like “i wish i didn’t have to do it, but you just make me”.

logan: whumpee. logan is a rules guy. as a whumpee, he would observe what gets him in trouble and what doesn’t, and mentally create rules for himself in order to stay safe. he doesn’t care about his wants or needs. just following the rules and staying alive. he’s not much of a reacter unless he’s getting extremely tortured, and whumpers make a game out of trying to get a reaction out of him. so logan learns the rule to react early to avoid further torture. when he’s rescued, he keeps his rules, just in case he needs them again.

janus: caretaker. ferociously protective over whumpees, more on the side of caring for whumpees than getting back at whumpers, but he has a very strong sense of justice. he’s the kind of caretaker who’s stern with most people, but is super gentle with whumpee, trying to play a sort of good cop role as he coaxes whumpee to eat more or get some sleep. he’s typically a secretive guy, but whumpees bring out the honesty in him as he tries to make himself seem more approachable and less scary to whumpees. he’s just a great guy.

virgil: caretaker. his approach is different from janus’ in the sense that he is absolutely a revenge person. if someone hurts his friends, then they’re in for it. virgil is also a bit more tough love than janus, and he’s not afraid of being the bad guy if something has to get done and nothing anybody else is doing for whumpee is working. his harshness can lead to bad things, but oftentimes, it’s necessary to really break whumpee out of bad habits. virgil also tends to lose sleep trying to care for whumpee and forget about taking care of himself, which is very bad. but he works on it.

remus: whumpee. he is the classic defiant whumpee, but it’s in a different way. he doesn’t act angry or “tough guy”, but he does pretend to be unbothered by torture. he puts on a front that he doesn’t care about anything, including his own well-being, and he’s really good at keeping it up, but inside, he’s terrified of his weaknesses being discovered and exploited. he doesn’t trust anybody after he’s rescued, ever really. the trauma sticks with him, and even after he’s rescued, he feels like he’s still there forever, always needing to pretend that he doesn’t care about anything at all.

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sillylittle-whumpwhumper · 8 months

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hello!! Im new to this part of tumblr, but i wanted to try my hand at writing something :) its like 3:40am here so heres a little first part!!

(Thinking of a title!) Part 1

It was cold. It was winter, they were fairly sure. They’d started to lose track of time sitting here so long. And they were cold. They were shivering in their cage, with only a small amount of flimsy material to cover them, knees tucked up to their chest in a futile attempt to keep somewhat warm.

The day in the shop had been slow. They knew this because the sound of the door opening was the only sound that registered in their hazy mind, the only thing to break through their dissociative state. They knew the swoop of hope that ran through their heart when someone new came in was a lost cause, but they couldn’t help it.

As per usual, no one wanted them. No one wanted a pet too scrawny and starved to do any physical labor, no one wanted a pet covered in unattractive scars. No one wanted a pet so mentally far gone they couldn’t take orders normally and peacefully anymore. They were unsellable. Kept around in a cage on display only in favour of being put down.

The door opened once more. Their heart skipped a beat. They forced themselves to look up, their view of the door skewed from their position in the shop, but able to somewhat see who came in. From what they could see, the person walking in was a man probably in his thirties.

He had slicked back black hair, a smart, fitted dark blue suit and tie, and a blank, neutral expression on his face, his glasses sitting neatly on his nose. A shiny gold watch on his wrist was enough to indicate his wealth.

This wasn’t an unusual sight. Rich men and women were often seen with a pretty pet at their side, dressed in fancy frills with polite smiles and an “awe” factor. The cuter or prettier the better.

They slumped back in their cage. Men like this had no reason to even glance in their direction. They weren’t pretty, they wouldn’t look good by someone’s side. They were too damaged for that. That's what it said on their label. Damaged goods. They were sure they were rather cheap, but their price tag was yet to persuade anyone for them.

The shop owner went over to greet him as she did with every customer. She said a polite hello and shook his hand, asking him what he was looking for and offering to show him around all the pets for sale. They started to tune it all back out, knowing they wouldn’t get more than a disgusted glance their way. And even so the glance would have been an accident, men like that would never purposely look at trash like them.

The shuffling of feet was somewhat audible to them, but they focused their energy back on staying warm. The gust of wind as the door had opened made them shiver horribly, leaving them shaking still. What they wouldn’t give for a singular extra piece of material to help them stay warm. They’d cut off a limb if they had too.

A knock, a rattling of metal shook them from their haze once more. They jumped harshly, slamming their back into the cage.

“Oh. It is alive.” What a lovely, smooth and low voice this man had. Cold, also. For whatever reason, this grand man was crouching in front of their cage, having knocked on it to get their attention. For some reason, he was speaking to them. For some reason, he was looking at them. Was he going to mock them, perhaps? Simply sneer, enjoy the miserable view?

“What happened to it? Why is it so….damaged?” The man questioned, looking up at the shop owner. The shop owner shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest, “It’s been brought back a lot. Always beaten black or blue, or with wounds or a broken rib. I honestly just keep lowering its price in hopes someone is desperate for an extra cheap working pet.”

The man hummed. He glanced back at them again. What was he still doing there? They expected him to immediately stand back up and walk away, going to find a pretty, less damaged, and actually remotely useful pet to take home with him. But he hadn’t moved. He was simply watching them, as if something was clicking in his mind.

“Do you have a name, mutt?” The man asked. They were taken aback, the last thing they’d expected was to be talked to. Useless shit like them didn’t deserve to be talked to, especially not by such prestigious men. Had he made some sort of mistake.

But he didn’t waver. And after a moment of shock, a hand slammed down on the top of the cage, making them whimper. It was the shop owner, “He asked you a question. Answer.” She demanded.

They were shaking badly. They hadn’t spoken in so long. They hadn’t been given permission to speak in long enough they couldn’t remember when the last time was. Their voice would be horrible, speaking would be painful with how badly dehydrated they were, but they had to obey the order to speak and respond.

“I- im not sure, sir. I believe i- i had one l-long ago, but i am afraid i can-cannot remember…” Their voice is as rough and quiet as expected, pain searing in their throat as they forced the words out.

“I see. How long have you been here, mutt? From the very first time you were brought here.” The man asked, for whatever reason, still giving them his undeserved attention.

“I- i cannot remember that either, sir. I a- apolo- apologise. I believe it has been ma- many years, h-however…” They answered, forcing out the painful words as fast and clearly as they could.

The man nodded. Then, he slowly stood back up. Ah. He was done now. Well, that was expected. What an odd interaction. What had he wanted…? They did not know… but they would have plenty of time to sit here and think about it, a thought to try and distract them from the awful cold ravaging their thin form.

“Ill take it.”

…What? Surely the man wasn’t talking about them. The shop owner's eyes lit up. “You do? Fantastic! Would you like to purchase another, more well bred pet, also…?” She said, giving the man a curious and hopeful look.

He shook his head, “Not today. Just this one.” He said smoothly, running his hand over his jacket front as if to take out any creases. She nodded, “Of course. Ill go get the paperwork, and then we’ll let it out.”

Their heart was pounding out of their chest. This man…wanted them? Surely it was too good to be true? Had they perhaps fallen into a cold driven slumber, and this some sort of glorious dream? Or maybe they’d started hallucinating, delusions of someone so wonderful wanting them.

Anything but the unbelievable truth a man who could clearly afford a much higher price tag than their own, and whom was dressed so smart and sharply, so clean in comparison to their horrid dirtyness, wanting them.

It simply didn’t make any sense. They watched silently as the man filled out the necessary paperwork, their heart pounding loudly in their ears, their hands shaking heavily, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the fantasy to end.

But it didn’t. And soon, the sound of a key sliding into the lock of their cage was heard, and the door slowly swung open with a creak. And waiting for them was the owner of their dreams.

And oh, how they couldn’t contain the hope that fluttered in their chest. And the horrible sense of paralysing, overwhelming fear that came with it.

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #pet whump #caretaker #whump community #Logan’s silly whump

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