#I'm tired of reading a fic and the average description of Jay is that “much smaller than the rest of the team and physically weak”

[taddymason]

the fandom: Jay is the smallest ninja and has no muscle strength.

Meanwhile Jay:

Are you telling me that if Jay were a weak twink with noodle arms he would be able to lift Nya like she was nothing over his head and throw her into oblivion? or the time he hung from a rope with a vengestone ball on his ankle and A SNAKE clinging to his leg in EP60? I don't think so

Btw Skybound being a cursed season as always, amazing

[poppadom0912]

It’s agony

Warnings: Descriptions of torture, non-con touching (VERY MINIMAL), drugs, kidnapping and overall whump.

Summary: Jay’s used to being kidnapped, he can withstand the torture, but the kidnappers insist they’re going to get him.

A/N: Hello!!!!!! So it's been over two months since I've written everything, you can thank exams and my stupid health for that but now I'm on study leave and my first exam is next week but I'm procrastinating ;) I was reading on ao3 and was inspired by a bunch of fics so please enjoy!!

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He came back to with a groan, his body heavy, head pulsating and shoulders aching from where he could feel them restrained behind his back.

“Ah detective, still so stubborn i see. You woke up much earlier than we anticipated, should've used more propofol.” His kidnapper, also known as the leader of one of the cartels spoke, standing over Jay’s slumped body.

Jay rolled his eyes, reminded of the previous beating he took. It was a routine that tired pretty quickly - beating and torturing till he leaked the information they wanted. But Jay had gone through this more than the average man, it was nothing new, his lips were sealed tight.

“You know me so well.” He replied sarcastically, holding back from rolling his eyes because he most likely had a concussion and he didn’t need to be in any extra unnecessary pain.

"You are being very difficult, it is hurting my feelings." The BossTm, as he was calling him, said. His demeanour continued to be calm and collected as he stood so casually over a man who he ordered to be beat around.

Jay stayed silent, simply observing his mangly face that had clearly been through it. His body could probably go another few rounds of torture before things got too serious but he had faith in his team, they'd had way too many close calls and situations just like this.

"You are quite the family man, aren't you detective?"

The question caught him off guard, his eyes widening in shock before settling into a glare. He was clearly trying to get some leverage against him but it wouldn't work.

"Your team are all so close, like a real family full of misfits." He continued, waiting for Jay's reaction. "You think I won't get that information? Oh well."

He shrugged before whistling sharply, causing the basement doors to open, two of his men entering with someone held between-

"What the fuck!" He exclaimed as soon as he recognised the maroon scrubs and the kitten adorned surgical cap he'd gotten you for your birthday.

You were dragged into the room completely bound, hands behind your back and ankles tied together using rope while duct tape was wrapped in multiple layers on your mouth, eyes and ears so that you were completely sensory deprived.

Jay wanted to be sick.

Never once had his job put you at harm's way, only him, which was the way he liked it to be. From the looks of it, you must've just gotten out of surgery before you were taken. God, to think about how scared you must've been and still are, it made him want to snarl.

"When I found out that you had a wife, it was like a sign sent from God." The ugly man said as your body was carelessly dumped across the room, your muffled grunt making his heart clench. "This torture - you will not be able to resist."

Walking away from him and stalking towards you, his heart jumped into his throat. "No, no, no! Leave her alone please, your grudge is with me!"

"Oh look at how pretty she is." He complimented you, gripping your chin harshly and not letting go when you tried jerking out his grasp. "Your bride is quite the looker, wasted her skills."

Without a care for the pain it would cause, the man ripped off the duct tape around your eyes and eyes, your whimpers still muffled.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, most likely from the sudden lights you were unprepared to face after however long you'd been in the dark for but as soon as you were somewhat acquainted with the light, the first thing you caught sight of was your bound and beaten husband.

You choked, his name stuck behind the tape as your eyes watered almost instantly.

This was his worst nightmare.

"Let's see, what should we start with first?" His tone was so casual, like he was simply talking about the weather.

And before either of you could react, he brandished a knife out of thin air and wasted no time in striking it through your bicep.

No amount of tape could reduce your screams. They pierced through the air and his body, it was like he was stabbed too. The blood and your tears causing him more pain than anything else had today.

And then when the thought suddenly hit him, everything just hurt ten times more.

no no no no no

"You dick!" Jay shouted, fighting against his ties to try get free, the rope chafining his skin practically nothing. "What happened to your no kids rule huh!? I thought your son made you change! Pretty sure it applies to pregnancy too."

If it wasn't about the imminent danger in this very die situation, Jay would've burst out laughing at the way The Disgusting Man's face paled. Despite being in charge of the cartel, he prided himself in his son and that had extended to kids being completely untouchable. Apparently he was a man with some morals.

"I swear if our daughter-"

"Hmm, maybe I went about this wrong." He quickly recovered but his face remained paler than usual. "She's quite the trauma surgeon isn't she? She could be of great use to me, our last doctor hasn't been around for a while."

Jay hated this even more.

"You're sick, you're a sick twisted bastard." Jay spat, venom laced in his words as he continued tugging to get the ropes loose. "My daughter better live or just you wait because you'll regret ever getting my family involved."

"It's like you said." Jay continued, his thumb slipping through the smallest crack he finally made. "My team are my family, and they would do anything for my wife, especially for my kid."

Jay tried his best to keep glaring at the man but was still able to see you in his periphery, the way your body was shaking and the amount of tears that ran made it clear you were sobbing.

It was agony to watch you in pain and being unable to do anything. As soon as this was all over, you were never going to leave his arms ever again.

Just as the horrible man was about to reply, gunshots flew through the air and for only a second did Jay allow for relief to flood his body.

"Don't say I didn't tell you so."