#kidnapper au

[auideas]

Hey! It's nice to see this blog active again. Just wondering if you have any AU prompts for a kidnapping story?

Aww, thanks! We’re happy to be back in action.

And damn, quite a dark request, but let's see what we can do!

Most kidnappings have a pretty sinister agenda, and kidnapper Character A wasn’t exactly straying from that stereotype. After falling in love with Character B from afar, they decide to kidnap them and show Character B just how much they could love them if given the chance. What Character A didn’t expect, however, was Character B being a bit too interested in the idea of being adored. If anything, Character A was the one starting to get a bit uncomfortable.

“Our friend Character A clearly has a problem, so I don’t think we’re outside our rights to kidnap them, hold an intervention, and force them to go cold turkey under the pretense that they’re going to their great aunt’s funeral...right? This isn’t weird, is it? Yeah, yeah you’re right. This is normal.” AU

It isn’t often that detectives are tracked by their investigatees, but FBI agent Character A is permitted to have a first hand look at serial killer Character B’s full operation after Character B takes a special interest in Character A’s methodologies. After all, if Character A slept 3 feet away from the extensive pictures of Character B’s deeds, this must be like a dream come true.

When Character A starts stealing from their local bookstores to complete the “Book Thief” challenge, they never expected that it would result in a kidnapping. Character A is immediately tackled to the ground upon entering a particularly small book store by Characters B, C, and D, who take ample time to poorly tie them to a chair and start interrogating them about the whereabouts of a specific book that’s gone missing. The thing is, Character A had never been to this store before, and even if they had, the signed copy of 50 Shades of Grey wouldn’t exactly be high on their hitlist.

Being a royal member of any nation with a certain amount of unrest can be dangerous, but that’s made even more clear when young royal member Character A is kidnapped by the impoverished members of their class system and held for ransom. What they don’t know, however, is that Character A was disowned by that same royal family less than a week ago.

“We always said that we wouldn’t get sucked into tech and that it wouldn’t control our lives, but that’s not exactly true. When the uberpopular immersive virtual reality MMORPG went live, everyone loved it, but some people wore the headset and never woke up from their digital world. Not everyone was trapped, just a few specific people. Because there wasn’t a way to figure out who trapped these individuals and why, the users came to be known as the SS, or the “seized spirits.” My girlfriend thought it wasn’t real, but then...she didn’t wake up.” AU

Characters A, B, C, & D partake in their weekly game of immersive DnD, but then their Dungeon Master throws them a bit of a curveball. A small side quest requires the group of renegades to kidnap an NPC. It wasn’t hard to snag the person from the local blacksmith, but after the quest was completed, the NPC just wouldn’t leave. For anything. They just. Stayed there. To be annoying.

As a form of hazing, all new villains have to perform a series of tasks to join the villain union. Baby villain Character A was ready for anything and gladly kidnaps a reporter when asked. Well...this particular damsel in distress wasn’t exactly the most compliant victim available, and the rest of the union was wildly aware of that fact. Character A has no idea what they’re up against until it’s too late (yes, they cried).

Hired kidnapping is a fairly easy gig if you know what you’re doing, which is why Character A doesn’t see a problem with kidnapping someone from a plane after a 2 hour ride. Sure, a small challenge, but nothing they couldn’t handle. As soon as the plane touched the ground, they made their move and poured their rehearsed speech right into their victim’s ear: “I have a knife. I will kill you if you try to scream or run. We’re going to leave this plane together, get your luggage--” etc. It was pretty standard fair, but as soon as they were about to finish their monologue, a voice comes over the intercom: “Hey folks, this is your captain speaking; we’ve encountered a bit of a problem on the runway. We won’t be able to de-plane for at least an hour, so relax and get comfortable. It’s gonna be a while.”

Magical creature trafficking was meant to be a thing of the past, but Characters A, B, and C find out the hard way that other nations aren’t as stringent about their policies. After being kidnapped, brought across the border, and escaping their captors, the group of creatures must find a way back home in a nation that isn’t kind to the otherwise-gifted. 

“Ever heard of a surprise party? Where you set up a party in the dark and the person comes home to be stunned to happiness? Well, we figured that doing the same thing but kidnapping the person and bringing them to the big surprise would be far more effective. Only, one of our friends didn’t understand that we meant ‘keep Character A’ in the dark figuratively, like, using a blindfold. They didn’t even hint that Character A may need to pack for the weekend, so Character A thought the kidnapping was real -- we have the black eyes to prove it...asshole got some mean swipes in.” AU

To pay off a debt, Character A promises their loan sharks (led by Character C) that they’d kidnap Character B and deliver them as soon as they’re able. Character A completes the job fairly sloppily and just decides to bring Character B home with them until they can drop them off the next morning. It was getting uh...kinda awkward during the car ride there, though, so the two made small talk and really hit it off. One night turned to two, then three, then they fell into a type of domestic bliss they never expected. In fact, they completely forgot about how they met until Character C’s goons break into their apartment at 2AM about a year later and try to kidnap Character B back. Nuh uh, not happening. Their pancakes are WAY too good to just let them walk out the door.

And last but certainly not least, there’s always the classic “oops, I seem to have kidnapped the wrong person...now what?”

[konigsblog]

sigh, being forced to become farmer-könig's little housewife after being captured by him. :( 🌾🫐

he adores a domestic life with you. despite the collar around your neck, you're supposed to act normal and do housework whilst he's on the field, as if there's nothing bothering you — nothing nagging you inside your head. your head is spinning from horror and fear, constantly trying to make an escape, your attempts fruitless as he drags you back by your leather collar, forced to act like a mutt instead.

he tries to be sweet and gentle with you, and appreciates when you obey and listen — but, occasionally you have outbursts where you're inconsolable, hyperventilating and pleading to be freed. könig will drag you down into the basement, with a leash attached to your collar, forced to act like a dog and drink from a water bowl for days ‘til you're ready to behave yourself...

[producedbyhanjisung]

⎯ STOCKHOLM. christopher bahng chan

🎧 : bang chan x female reader

TROPE. age gap! au (chan is 37, reader is 18), kidnapper x kidnapped

WORD COUNT. 2.5k

WARNINGS. drinking, mentions of drugs, illegal activities, nineteen-year age gap, kidnapping, reader falls in love with her kidnapper, sadism + masochism

SYNOPSIS. on the morning of january first, y/n wakes up chained to a wall, stripped to her undergarments, and a camera pointed right at her. strangely enough, behind the camera is what looks like a harmless, friendly, incredibly attractive man. as y/n and the mysterious Bang Chan begin to learn more about each other, y/n finds herself succumbing to stockholm syndrome: falling in love with her very own kidnapper

SMUT WARNINGS. sadism + masochism, use of vibrator, some non-con themes, sextape making, overstimulation + edging, corruption kink, exhibitionism, dumbification kink

As your eyes opened, you expected to wake up somewhere you didn't know. You were absolutely wasted the night before - New Year's Eve - and you had been almost one-hundred percent sure you would wake up in someone else's bed. However, you hadn't imagined that you would wake up with shackles around your ankles and wrists, keeping you tight against a concrete wall in a cold room that somewhat resembled your great-grandmother's basement.

You're flabbergasted, to say the last. In all of your years getting drunk and fucking random people, you had never been kidnapped. And either this guy was really fucking kinky, or you had been kidnapped.

You suspect the latter, seeing the tape recorder set up on a tripod in front of you, facing you. As you survey your surroundings, you also take in your attire - completely nude, spare for your lacy white bra and matching panties, complete with a small white bow.

"Morning."

You look up, startled at the handsome guy that you hadn't noticed enter the room.

"Y/N, right? I'm not sure I caught your name last night."

You vaguely remember his face as one of the guys you had danced with the night before, letting him grind up against you and grope your body to the beat of the music. You nod at him.

"Do you know why you're here, Y/N?"

You shake your head, staying silent.

"I find you quite beautiful, actually." The man has a thick Australian accent, one you're sure you remember from the party. "Really, a work of art. An ass to kill for, and apparently, unmatched intelligence."

"That's just a rumor," you say finally.

"Ahhhh, she speaks. You have such a pretty voice, sweetie." He sends you a dimpled smile. "I really don't think it is, though. Your IQ is three higher than that of Albert Einstein. Do you know what that means, sweetheart?"

You watch him, waiting for an answer.

"It means you are a certified genius." The man's smile drops. "This is why you've peaked my interest."

"'Cause I'm good at taking tests?" you ask softly.

He shakes his head. "Much more than that. I want to pick your brain apart, pretty girl. I wanna find out what makes you tick." Then, he smiles again, wickedly. "But more than that, I want to humiliate and violate you in ways you wouldn't have thought possible."

So that's what he is, you think to yourself. A psycho with a god complex.

"Do you think I can do that?" he asks.

"Do what?"

"Everything I just said."

"Yes I do."

He tilts his head at me. "Giving in so easy?"

"What else should I do?"

He moves closer to you, taking your chin in his hand and examining your face. "I suppose you're right."

You watch him, utterly stunned at how fucking exquisite your kidnapper's appearance is.

He backs away from you now, moving behind the tape recorder. He repositions it so that it's trained on you, then turns the viewing component of it so that you can see yourself, dangling helplessly and half-naked from the wall. "I'm going to start, yes?"

You nod slowly. You know that fighting whatever this man was about to do to you would be futile, so you waited and watched, eyelashes fluttering.

He retrieves a knife from a table of dangerous-looking utensils off to your left, returning to you.

"What should I call you?" you ask him suddenly, dreading the feel of the knife tracing your skin.

"Chris," he says simply. "In Korea, they call me Chan. Here they call me Chris."

"Chris? Or Chan? Which do you prefer?"

He tilts his head, as if puzzled by the question. "I'm not sure."

"I like Chan. It suits your face."

"Does it now?"

You nod, humming a "yes."

Chan's lips quirk up in a half-smile, and you find yourself smiling back. "First things first," he says after a moment, "I need to mark you."

"Mark me?"

He nods. "It won't hurt long, love." He moves around you, to your left side, and grasps your thigh gently. You bite back a gasp, watching as he lifts the knife. It's digging into your skin before you can protest, drawing a thin line of scarlet over the plush skin. You register in your mind it hurts, but it fascinates you to watch, taking your thoughts off the pain and onto the beauty of the letters that he's now carved into your leg. B.C., in small, pretty writing right in the middle of your thigh.

"Painful?" he asks, moving back to the table to the side and retrieving some sort of paper towel, returning to you and gently dabbing at the blood.

You blink. "A little."

"You didn't scream," he says.

"I didn't."

"I wish you would have."

"Would you like me to now?"

"No, sweetheart, don't force it."

You're surprised at how easy this conversation comes to you. This man just cut his initials into your thigh, and all you could think about were his pretty dimples and crinkly eyes.

"Where are you from?" you ask.

Chan looks up at you. "You baffle me," he says, examining you. Then, "I was born in Seoul, but I grew up in Sydney." He pauses. "You?"

You tell him where you were born, surprised at how intently he listened to you.

"I like hearing you speak," he says. "Your voice is beautiful."

You stay quiet, unsure what to think.

"I bet your screams would be beautiful too." A mischievous expression flits across his face. "You know what I bet would be the most beautiful of all?" He leans in close to you, so that his lips are right next to your ear. "Your moans."

You blink dumbly up at him.

"Look at you." He cradles your cheek in his hand, watching you with a bittersweet expression. "Intelligence already crumbling. I thought you'd last longer, sweetie."

You're tongue-tied, both disgusted and turned on by the sadistic words.

He pats your cheek once, twice, then turns away. "I'll be back later to bring you dinner, and a fun little toy."

"What am I supposed to do until then?" you ask quickly, desperate for him not to leave you. As much as you don't want to be down here with him, you even less want to be down here without him.

He shrugs. "You'll find something." Then he pauses. "Actually . . . would you like your toy early, hmm?"

You nod slowly. Chan retreats from the room, returning a few minutes later with a white box. He opens it, inside awaiting what looked like a vibrator. Nope, scratch that, it was a vibrator.

You swallow, looking at it, and Chan grins at you. "The best form of torture is too much pleasure, don't you agree, sweetie?"

You swallow hard, finding yourself nodding nervously.

Chan moves back over to you, stepping gracefully, and smiles. "For the next three hours, this is going to be attached directly to your clit."

You only stare at him.

He begins by removing your panties, then your bra, leaving you completely bare for him, and for the tape recorder.

"Pretty pussy," he mumbles, as though to himself. He leans forward, using one finger to spread your lower lips and another to prod around your private area, poking gently into your hole, then around your clit. Finally, he stops, bringing up the vibrator and configuring it so that the head stayed directly on your clit. He gently turns it on, watching as you gasp a little.

"Three hours," he says, tapping his wrist, then turning the vibrator to the highest setting. "I'll see you, pretty girl."

The moment the door is closed, unable to bite back the noises produced from this torturous device.

Three hours later, you've passed out four times, came at least twenty, and are shaking, dripping sweat, and sobbing. Your clit burns with too many sensations, and your stomach convulses violently with every buzz being emitted into your core.

When Chan reenters the room, he carries with him a plate of food. He sets it down quickly upon seeing your ragged state, mouth open slightly as he watches you.

You hardly notice him enter, buzzing with too many sensations. You only snap back to reality when you hear a shutter flick in front of you, and you find that he's taken a Polaroid photo of you.

He stays silent, listening to you whimper as the film develops. When it's complete, he turns off the vibrator, and you slump in your shackles. You feel him unlock your ankles, then your wrists, and you drop to your knees on the floor, still shaking vigorously.

Chan kneels beside you, brushing your hair from your face and soothingly thumbing your cheek. "Tired?"

You nod.

"Too tired to eat?"

You nod again.

"No you're not." He stands, retrieving the plate of food he brought with him. On it is what looks like a rather appetizing piece of chicken, salad, and small bowl of pasta. "Eat."

"What if I don't want to?"

"I'll force feed it to you."

You can't tell if he's joking, so you shakily take a bite. You struggle as you pick up your fork, and Chan takes it from you exasperatedly. "Let me," he says. He gathers a bit of salad on the fork, taps your jaw for you to open your mouth, and puts it in. You close your mouth, letting the lettuce fall onto your tongue, eyes locked with his.

"I'm sorry," you find yourself saying.

"Why?"

"I'm shaking."

"That's not your fault, is it?"

You shake your head.

"Then why are you sorry? Hmm?"

You shrug as he puts another bite of salad in your mouth.

The two of you stay silent for the rest of the meal. That night, he doesn't reshackle you, but locks the door behind him. The next day, he returns. At least, you assume it's the next day. You're not sure how much time has passed since you've woken up in this dank room. He'll come for a few hours in the morning, then leave for a few hours, then return for a few more. Each time he returns, he asks about you. As if he truly wants to get to know you, instead of killing you. He continues torturous ministrations, destroying your body and your mind in one. And somehow, you hardly mind.

Finally, on the evening of what you can guess is the ninth day, he returns as usual, bringing with him a meal.

He watches you eat, tongue in his cheek. "I'd like to bring you upstairs today."

You pause to stare at him. "Up . . . upstairs?"

He nods. "You should shower, before you stink any more."

You look down. "It's not exactly that sanitary down here."

"I'm well aware. That's why I'm bringing you up. I quite like you, honestly. So I'd like to propose to you an offer."

"An offer?"

"An offer. An exchange, I suppose. Your freedom for your service."

"Go on."

"You will marry me. You will be presented as my wife, and you will act as such in the public eye. In private, you are mine. You're my slave - my belonging."

"I just have to stay with you?" You look up at him. You're smart enough to know that even seeing the sunshine for a day being married to a kidnapper would be better than rotting down here until he eventually decided he'd had enough and kill you. Your mind was made up, but you were curious.

"Yes, love. I'm fond of you, actually."

Fond of me. You ponder this. "Okay . . . I'll do it. First, though, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"How old are you?"

Chan looks down. "I'm thirty-seven."

"Oh."

He nods. "You?"

"Eighteen." You meet his eyes.

"So young and fragile." Chan traces his fingers over your cheek. "So much to corrupt, hmm?"

You nod.

"Come on, you need to shower."

You let him bring you upstairs. You leave the basement into a small house. The walls are pretty pastels, decorated with plants and paintings of all varieties. Chan brings you away from the main floor, up another flight of stairs to what you can guess is his bedroom. It's neat and tidy, and an open door off to your right is your best guess at a bathroom.

He brings you into the bathroom, letting you strip out of the clothes he gave you a few days before, after finally giving in to your begging for warmth. You jump a little as he starts to remove his shirt. "What are you doing?"

"Stripping. I'm joining you."

"Um, why?"

"'Cause I'm not letting you off yourself with a razor in my shower."

"I wasn't gonna off myself with a razor in your shower."

"How do I know that?"

You watch him, deciding not to argue. The water is already on, steaming up the room, and his skin glistens with every movement. You avert your eyes from his dick, but you can see its general shape in your peripheral vision. Huge.

He pulls you into the shower by your waist, stepping in behind you. He'd seen you naked before, but something about this close proximity and steamy room felt so much more intimate than the hours of sextapes he had filmed of you.

Chan helps you wash your hair, then your body. His touch lingers over your curves, rubbing you in a way that you didn't know was possible. It's only moments after that you find yourself hoisted up, legs tucked around his waist, hands running through his hair, head tipped back as his lips attach to your neck.

"Do you promise to be mine?" he whispers into your jaw, teeth grazing your Adam's apple.

"I promise," you say desperately, watching him with hooded eyes.

He pushes inside you with no warning, already rock hard. You feel the tip of his member kissing your cervix, pressing in just the right ways against your walls. He kisses you hard, pushing you against the wall of the shower. Chan is thrusting inside you slowly, mouth struggling to stay attached to yours as the two of you are overwhelmed by emotions and sensations.

You cum at the same time as him, coaxing every last drop of cum from his cock.

You collapse into him, shaking as you come down from your high. He holds you gently, turning off the water and helping you out of the shower. He's wordless as he wraps a warm towel around you, kissing your forehead as he dries you, then himself, then helps you to his bed.

"Just sleep, love," he tells you softly. "I'll wake you up in the morning."

The next morning, Chan is beside you, sleeping soundly. For some reason, you're comforted by the sight. The man who kidnapped you nine days ago - who would have thought you'd be madly in love with him by the end of it all.

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New AU just dropped

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

I need an angsty found family AU where Olrox, instead of killing Richter’s mother as revenge for taking his lover instead goes “you took someone I loved, so I’ll take someone you cherish” and up and kidnaps little Richter. One second the boy is there and the next, shadows descend onto the empty street, and the moment after — he’s just gone.

THE DRAMA of Olrox traveling the world and keeping the kid at first purely to spite and worry his mother, or as part of some evil plan to lure her to her death, but quickly grows attached to him and they become this duo of vamp dad and his (not) son. The angst of Richter hating his abductor and crying and kicking him and telling him that he hates his guts, but when night falls and nightmares force little Belmont to turn and toss in his sleep, it’s Olrox’s lullabies that keep him calm, sung in a language he doesn’t know but with a gentleness only a parent could provide.

And as Olrox puts a hand on Richter’s head, carding his hair he realises, terror-struck, that he doesn’t want to let the kid go. He comes to a horrific conclusion that this is his baby now, whether the kid likes it or not, and it sends the old man’s mind into a spin.

Richter is unlike anything Olrox ever had. He’s never been a father, and doesn’t know how express love and care he’s so desperate to provide. He thinks of turning his newfound son more than once, but settles on waiting as for a little vampire hunter, an event like that would be far too traumatic.

And let’s talk about Richie himself for a second. This poor baby was about to travel to his aunt’s place one night and then got express-adopted by an immortal who is surprisingly gentle with him, yet doesn’t plan on letting him go. As result, baby Belmont throws tantrums every chance he gets, tries using fire-magic against the man (to no avail) and attempts to escape at every turn. At first, he’s in fight or flight mode almost constantly because he knows that the dragon vampire has to be using him for some evil ploy…but then weeks pass, a month, and there doesn’t seem to be much of an evil ploy happening. The two of them simply travel form place to place, where Richter has to awkwardly stand while his…kidnapper? Temporary guardian? Is running errands and talks to other gross, smelly vampires.

He hates Olrox, he’s confused, he feels a strange warmth in his chest when the vampire picks him up and carries him around when he’s too tired to walk, or checks up on him to make sure he’s warm and well-fed.

Just imagine the bittersweetness of Richie developing a bond with his captor in these horrible circumstances, and they start to get along. He feels all kinds of guilt and self-hate for it, every time he fails to stifle a giggle at Olrox’s jokes or can’t help but lean in when he offers comfort.

It’s just such a messy, tragic dynamic, don’t you think?

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Kidnapper!Aegon Targaryen x heiress!reader

Imagine Aegon kidnapping heiress!reader the very night she got engaged. You are already upset about the arranged marriage and the engagement and now some guy has kidnapped you for ransom.

Aegon stupidly falls in love with you but doesn't realize it. He sends ransom notes and everything and in return gets threats from your family and fiance. How stupid a man has to be to kidnap one of the most powerful businessman's daughter? Now the entire police department is after him.

You on the other hand don't want to go back, because if you do then you will have to get married.

"Here is your dinner. I got it from your favorite restaurant," Aegon places the sophisticated takeout box in front of you. The smell of the food already watered your mouth. "I am surprised you know about my favorite restaurant. And I am more surprised that you have money to buy their food," You commented as you quickly started eating as you were starving. "I got the money from your purse," Aegon flashed you a proud smile. "And second, I know about your favorite restaurant because I did my research well before kidnapping you," He said proudly. "So you stalked me?"

"No...maybe...yes," Aegon quickly replied before he started to eat some of your food. "Hey! Get your own dinner. This is mine," You slapped his hand away. "This is our dinner. You only had cash for one meal and I couldn't use your card, they will track it," Aegon explained as he stole another bite. "This is really good but not worth so much money."

Imagine Aegon giving you his clothes to wear once you started to complain that your fancy engagement dress was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Imagine him chasing after you once you manage to escape. He brought you back, carried you back to the cabin and complained how much of a trouble you are.

"I hate you," You threw your pillow at him when he caught you trying to escape again. "Really? Because I am falling in love with you," He said sarcastically but a part of him knows that it is actually the truth.

Imagine it's raining and the water started to leak in the cabin. You have never faced a situation like this in your life. And now Aegon is forcing you to help putting buckets and concealing the leakage.

"Couldn't you have chosen a better place to keep me in?" You complained. "I am sorry, your royal highness. Once I get the ransom from your family I will buy a better cabin, but for now this is where we will stay."

Imagine cops and your fiance finding the cabin and searching the place, but Aegon has quickly moved you down to the secret basement. He has you pressed against the wall, one hand covering your mouth and another hand holding his gun. Both your eyes locked into each other, as if a silent conversation is going on.

Aegon realized that the cabin was no longer safe and decided to move you to some place else. Imagine reaching a small town where you two have to pretend to be an young engaged couple and share a room for the night. Had to kiss to make the act more convincing. The kiss was anything but fake. It was that night you realized that you have feelings for your stupid kidnapper.

Imagine you saw the news that everyone is after Aegon and trying to save you. You know Aegon will never get the ransom and will never completely escape the cops. You have to escape and get back to your family and fiance to save Aegon, your kidnapper.

Poor stupid Aegon also realized his actual feelings for you and slept with a smile on his face, planning to confess the next day, not knowing that you would be long gone by then

[maenecoon]

i may or may not have a reverse kidnapping fic idea that i've been brewing up the past week or so -- just deciding how things will go and how i should proceed with some stuff but here's a teeny snippet!

(for context: chay is a low-level gang member that has been hired to kidnap wik. chay doesn't know wik is kimhant theerapanyakun, aka third son of the most powerful crime syndicate in thailand. so that's fun!!)

Chay and Wik, trapped in a three-by-two-meter space.

Soon, the engine starts with a low hum, and the truck starts to move. Wik’s slump figure, seated against the side of the wall, lolls his head toward the metal flooring. Without a thought Chay’s fingers curl around his idol’s unnecessarily-toned bicep, tipping him to rest against Chay’s shoulders instead.

“You're too pretty to get hurt, P’Wik,” Chay mutters, as though he isn't part of the group who’s put Wik in this situation to begin with. Sighing a soft apology, he picks up the rope and starts attempting to tie.

Wik’s hands are rough, the backs of them littered with veins bulging in ways enough to make Chay blush, the soft of his palms filled with guitar callouses and other blisters. He holds them for a few moments, letting himself indulge in the fantasy of itー it's all so fucked up that this is the way he's finding out how Wik’s hand feels against his.

Shame burns bright and hot in the space between their palms and Chay jerks his hand away, moving to grip his wrists instead. Still he struggles to hold them together with one hand as he loops the rope around them with his other hand, fingers clumsy and slow.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Legolas and his siblings get kidnapped for ransom:

*Lasgen’s turn*

Kidnapper: we have your daughter.

Thranduil: no, you don’t.

Kidnapper:

Kidnapper: y-yes, we do.

Thranduil: no, you don’t. Have a good day. *hangs up phone*

Kidnapper: wh- *incoherent screaming*

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*Lirion’s turn*

Kidnapper: take him back!

Thranduil, having just picked up the phone: no.

Kidnapper: please, he’s talking about how he would cut us open to see how our organs move!

Thranduil: well, maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped him then.

Kidnapper: oh god, now he’s talking about genetically altering us so our children look like blob fish-

Thranduil: calm down, he hasn’t gotten to the stage where he’s threatening to go back in time and wipe your entire family line from existence yet. You have time.

Kidnapper: he’s going to what?!?

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*Kleoyia’s turn*

Thranduil: *dials a number*

Kleoyia: *picks it up as she’s grabbing a knife* oh hey, ada!

Thranduil: a little birdy told me you had been kidnapped.

Kleoyia: that? Oh, yeah, but then i got bored and decided to switch our places.

Thranduil: ah, ok. Be home by dark and tell me what you’ve got out of them when you’re back.

Kleoyia: gotcha! *hangs up*

Kleoyia, pointing a knife at the tied up kidnappers who are crying: oh don’t cry, i have a feeling we’ll get to know each other very well.

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*Legolas’s turn*

Kidnapper: we have your son.

Thranduil: uhuh.

Kidnapper: we want-

Legolas: *muffled through the phone* Tell him i’m not filling out paperwork for getting kidnapped!

Kidnapper, to legolas: Hey! Shut it!

Legolas: oi! I’m not taking responsibility for your mistakes!

Kidnapper, to accomplice: i thought i told you to gag him!

Accomplice: i did!

Kidnapper: well clearly not good enough seeing as he’s still speaking! Now, THIS is how you gag some- where did he go?

Accomplish: *starts screaming*

Kidnapped: *SCREACHING* IT’S A GODDAMNED DEMON- WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?!

Thranduil:

Thranduil: *hangs up* he’ll be fine.

[beesinaskirt]

Ninjago au but in the pilot Kai gets kidnapped instead of Nya-

[xysidhequeen]

So- for the Red Knight AU I was thinking

What if Danny has in the past accidentally popped into the Lazarus pit in the League Of Assassins? Like what if they're not quite portals but more leaks in the GZ to the human realm and Danny, exploring because he's bored, slips through using a portal he made.

And when he does he sees this small child, probably nothing more than a toddler and he just ends up visiting sporadically to meet this kid.

Later when he and Jason go back to Gotham Danny runs into a very familiar face one day in the manor.

[moonlight-stalker]

# 82 Dcu x Dp

Danny is dating one of the Waynes they had gone out on a date when they got kidnapped together after the kidnappers send the Ransom to the others they start to threaten Wayne. The kidnappers end up hurting Wayne which causes Danny to go into a feral rage and break out of his restraint and beat up the person.

[northpen]

i finished writing chapter 1 of my new fic (i'm going to write it to completion before uploading it) so here is a sneak peek of the introduction!! (warning for needles and a character being sedated)

1. LLOYD — 07:22 AM

Nobody likes Lloyd Garmadon. And they especially don’t like him the day after a Garmadon attack on Ninjago City. 

It hurts, but Lloyd can’t bring himself to blame them. His father’s attacks hurt people. They level buildings. They destroy lives. They make people angry, and angry people need a target for their aggression. Since Lord Garmadon is good at hiding, they turn to the next best thing: his son. 

This makes going outside pretty dangerous. On normal days, it isn’t uncommon for strangers to yell at him, or attack him, or even try to follow him home from school. If a Garmadon attack is particularly destructive, Lloyd doesn’t bother leaving his apartment at all—people have the tendency to get a little stabby when the damage is bad enough. It just isn’t safe for him. 

Last night was the worst attack they’d seen all year. Lloyd would need to have an actual death wish to risk showing his face on the street. 

It’s a good thing he doesn't plan on being outside for more than ten minutes. 

After getting dressed, Lloyd reaches below his sheets and sticks his hand into a slit in the mattress. He pulls out a small satchel of electronics. Now, these aren’t just any electronics—they’re gifts from Blue, resident tech designer of the Secret Ninja Force. Among the goodies are a stun gun, smoke pellets, by-pass keys, and a number of other devices he could use for self-defence. Their presence in his mattress has always made him feel a little safer at home. 

Lloyd upends the bag over the floor. He pushes the smoke pellets out of the way, then crushes each device underfoot. Once they’re reduced to small enough pieces, he sweeps them up and dumps them in the toilet. He tosses in the smoke pellets and flushes them away. 

Before returning home last night, he ditched his ninja communicator in a pile of rubble. His gi is stored under bricks somewhere else in the city. There is absolutely nothing in his apartment or on his person that could connect him to the Green Ninja. 

You see, Lloyd doesn’t plan on being safe today. But he doesn’t plan on dying, either. 

He’s going to be abducted instead. 

08:10 AM

If this were a normal school day, Lloyd would leave his apartment building through the fire escape and make his way to school through Ninjago City’s alleyways. He would move with his hood up and head down to conceal his face. He would hide behind dumpsters and boxes if he heard anyone else in the alleyway. He would take different routes to make it impossible for someone to trace his path back to his apartment building. No one knows where he lives, and Lloyd intends to keep it that way—it’s the only place where he can be himself without facing danger. 

Today, he leaves his building not via the fire escape, but through the front entrance. He walks along a main road, hood down and chin up to give anyone passing by a clear view of his face. If anyone is looking for Lloyd Garmadon this morning, they’ll find him. And he knows people are looking for him. 

A few blocks ahead of him, a couple of men stand beside an idling van with tinted windows. While crossing a busy intersection, he sees another van waiting on an adjacent road. One of the men posted outside is conducting a sweep of the area. When he sees Lloyd, he puts a handheld radio to his mouth and starts speaking. 

Lloyd steps onto the same block as the first van. His heart beats quicker with anticipation. As he moves to pass the van, one of the men steps directly into his line of sight. Lloyd crashes head first into his chest. 

It’s a little hard to act annoyed, but he does his best.  “Ugh, watch it,” he grumbles. He tries to step around the enforcer, but he moves to block his path once more. 

The enforcer opens his jacket, giving Lloyd a peak at the long blade strapped to his chest. With a smile, he asks, “Did you need a lift to school today, Garmadon?”

Before Lloyd can respond, the enforcer grabs him by his shirt and pulls him towards the van. Lloyd puts up a pretend struggle, pulling at his arms and kicking his knees, but refrains from using one of the many tricks he knows that could be used to get out of his grasp. Another enforcer opens the van’s back doors and helps drag Lloyd inside the rest of the way. 

The doors are shut behind them. A thick bag is pulled over Lloyd’s head, robbing him of his vision. Someone binds his wrists behind his back with scratchy rope. Once they're done, they use their weight to pin him to the van’s floor. As the van pulls away, the rumbling engine rattles his skull painfully. 

“Ow,” he mumbles. He makes a half-hearted attempt to throw off the person on top of him. They punish him by pulling back his head and slamming it against the floor. 

“Shut up!” they command. “If you keep talking, we’ll gag you.” 

That isn’t threatening enough to silence him. “What do you want from me? 

Another voice—the enforcer from outside—speaks up. “We want your father. We want him gone. You’re going to help us do that.” 

Lloyd opens his mouth to protest, but falls short of speaking when he feels something prick his arm. The effect is immediate. Within seconds, his body feels heavy as lead and he can barely think at all. 

Sedation. Of course. 

“Just sit tight, kid,” the enforcer says. “This will be over before you know it.” 

With sick satisfaction, Lloyd smiles at how wrong they are. All of his kidnappers are wrong. 

They want to use him as bait for Lord Garmadon. Unfortunately for them, Lloyd’s father doesn’t care for him at all—he won’t exchange peace for Lloyd’s life. This whole plan of theirs is going to end up as yet another fruitless attempt to save the city from Garmadon’s attacks. 

That doesn’t mean it won’t save him. As long as he doesn’t die in the process, Lloyd will leave this kidnapping an innocent man. The world will finally realize that Lloyd has nothing to do with his father and leave him alone. 

Okay, so maybe this isn’t the smartest way to prove his innocence. But Lloyd has tried every other trick in the book, and sixteen long years of isolation and undeserved hostility are starting to make him a little desperate. This is a huge gamble, but it’s one he’s willing to take. It’s one he has to take. 

Nobody likes Lloyd Garmadon. This abduction is going to change that for good. 

[discordiansamba]

so how is everyone doing in this peacetime reality?

Well first off, the Kerberos mission went off without a hitch, instantly launching the career of young Garrison officer Matt Holt. He now holds the same Commander rank as his father. He works with his dad on all sorts of tech for the Garrison, basically living his ideal life. He also never really gets that second puberty he got in canon so he's still relatively pretty short. His only regret.

Pidge never had to fake her own identity to enter the Garrison, so Katie Holt attended and graduated under her own name. She also works with her dad and Matt, and is still friends with the cadets she was in her flight group with, Hunk and Lance. Hunk's got a solid career as an engineer for the Garrison (and is glad his role lets him do it from the ground). Lance realized he was kind of shooting himself in the foot during his last year and really buckled down with his studies, eventually managing to graduate as a fighter pilot- even if he never obtained the flashy upper level rank he actually wanted.

Shiro is on the verge of retiring as a pilot, but is thinking of staying on as a teacher. His disease is finally showing signs of actively getting in the way of his daily life, but he's got another good ten years before he really has to start worrying about its day to day effects. He made up with Adam and they got married. He's one of the Garrison's most decorated pilots...

...although Keith is hot on his heels, at least in terms of skill. He's proved himself to be one of the most skilled pilots the Garrison has had in generations, but he keeps turning down offers of promotion. Being in the chain of command isn't for him. He's mellowed out a little since his temperamental youth, thanks largely due to Shiro's influence. He's still not really suited for the strict Garrison lifestyle though, so he kind of bounces from base to base. He mostly works as a test pilot.

(Allura and Coran are still asleep, waiting for someone to wake them up.)

[aceofshitposts]

Only vague thoughts but you know I love a civilian au so civilian Bruce au where Harley is tasked with guarding the Rich Hostage Bruce Wayne while Joker goes and idk harasses the mayor or whatever

And Bruce is just. Insufferable. Harley has no idea how this man has even survived this long. He's like a pathetic wet puppy and Harley hates that she kind of likes it.

Because I can't have Gotham without vigilantes we'll probably say Black Canary or Huntress saves the day but Harley is distracted. She's distracted because even as a hostage Bruce just. Talked to her. Like she was a person. Even when she threatened him. And they ended up just... Talking. And Harley wasn't expected to be the bubbly sidekick girlfriend, she didn't have to put on the voice or the act.

And she loves to do that for her puddin! She does. She does.

Right?

Bruce Wayne ends up a frequent hostage when Harley is loose from Arkham.

[isame-allen]

What would happen if Drew was taking as ransom? Can imagine some major but whooping from his older brothers

They be throwing hands like they’ve been holding it in for centuries

One of the beamers snitched to one of em btw