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?”
that kidnapper yandere is a great idea with potential indeed yes, but i raise you the opposite!
you've been kinda coerced into joining this group and at first it was all fun and games however you were pretty curious about how they managed to get money, well, truth is, they're kidnappers and now that you're in, there ain't an out. So everytime they give you a job, you can only try not to fuck the person's life more than you already are and treat them with the smallest amount of dignity, lying to yourself when saying this made you somewhat of a better person than your friends.
Well, this new guy they kidnapped sure is weird, you supposed. No matter, he'll leave soon anyways, 'where to?' you didn't want to think about that.
(this ended up longer than expected)
Sorry, I haven't responded to this; I've just been having a writing block that just doesn't want me to write anything or even post.
Anyway, I Love this so much where the reader is the kidnapper and yandere is the kidnapped.
To continue on to this, after a few days, weeks, or maybe even months since you let the man leave, you never felt the same anymore; you couldn't put your finger on it, was it something missing, or a strange feeling when your alone, or how now new things seemed to apart on your door or mail. You let the group about how you feel, and they only laugh and make jokes that it's the cause of the new guy, and he's going to either take revenge or stalk you to make you his.
It's not like it's true, and the new guy followed you home and soon enough started stalking in person and online. It's not like he started breaking in into your home and stealing or putting things into your house. It's not like he leaves small Trinks on or in your door or mailbox as a sign he's always watching.
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Summary: A cool breeze nipped at your exposed legs, causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. You were curled into your comforter, comfy and safe, your cheek pressed against your pillow. Lips pursed and a small amount of drool seeping into the fabric. A creak came from the corner of your room, slightly rousing you from your slumber. You glanced around, your drooping eyelids barely taking in the scene. In your sleep riddled state, you didn't see him, his large figure stalking towards you. The whites of his eyes shining in the moonlight, it wasn't until you felt a palm slide up your side. Following the natural contours of your body, the warmth emanating from it lulling you to sleep once again. A dip in the mattress, the springs creaking under the weight.
Hot breath fanned over your neck, soft lips pressing onto the back of your ear. A deep hum filling your senses, you sighed. Cuddling back into the figure, wanting to get closer to the warm entity. A low chuckle sounded behind you, and then...
Nothing.
TW/CW: This is dark shit, like explicitly horrible shit happens in this. However, I enjoy reading dark fics, and I super loved Stalker Clyde by @clumsycopy & was inspired by the oneshot EOS by @thetorturerwrites and I wanted to write something with the sameish tone for Halloween. NSFW, Violence, Murder, Non-con elements, Domestic Violence, Surgery, Explicit sex, oral sex, anal sex, sex toys, miscarriage, mental manipulation, stockholm syndrome, waterboarding, forced feeding, Animal abuse (just a brief mention, I do not go into any detail).
“Is it-Are we rolling?”
“Yeah, we’re rolling.”
“Okay, great,” a sigh of relief.
You shifted in your chair, smoothing back your hair and itching the microphone that was attached to your shirt collar. Crossing and recrossing your legs, you should’ve worn pants, a skirt was a stupid idea with these boots. You gave a weak smile to the woman across from you, her white teeth flashing the cameras all around the sound stage.
“Okay,” she looked into the lens, “We are here tonight with one of the victims of the famous 2020 murder trial from New York. She went through over five years of repeated abuse at the hands of her kidnapper, all while he was out killing people around the city.” She turned to you, nodding her head as a show for you to react to the TV. “It’s so nice to have you here, Miss (Y/N).”
You cleared your throat, shifting once more, “Thank you, it’s a pleasure to be here.”
“How are you doing?”
You bit back a scoff, what a stupid thing to ask. After that introduction, what was she expecting you to say, ‘oh I’m fucking fantastic, I’ve been running since the day he was sent to prison and going through intense psycho-therapy to rid myself of Stockholm syndrome.’.
“I’m great,” you faked a smile, “Always nice to visit New York again.”
“I’m sure,” she smiled once more, all you could think about were the wrinkles on her face, the crows feet on the corner of her eyes. She must get botox for working at a news station, there’s no way her skin is on with just natural confidence.
“When was the last time you visited?”
You had to stop yourself from blurting out an answer, knowing that this would be on national television. Which you knew federal prisons watched, you wouldn’t want to give away any of your whereabouts since the incident. “Uh-it’s been a few years, I haven’t had much reason to be back. My life has shifted to another part of the world.”
“That’s fantastic! So you’ve been doing well for yourself the past six years?”
“Yeah,” you gave a genuine smile, “It’s been tough, no off days really. Trying to gain some normalcy from it all, but I’ve done well. I live relatively fearless, of everything.”
“We have you here because of a break in your case, as I’m sure you know.”
You gave a grim nod.
It’s all anyone wanted to talk about since the story flashed on the news last week. Leaving your once quiet home filled with reporters. You weren’t even home when it happened, out getting groceries, gripping your sons’ hands firmly as you walked the aisles. Letting him pick out some snacks for his lunchbox, like any mother would, when your phone blew up.
Dozens of messages, calls, articles, you name it.
All with his face plastered on it.
Convicted murderer and kidnapper, Kylo Ren, has requested the death penalty. After being found attempting to escape federal prison for the 6th time in the past five years. The convict claims that he ‘would rather die than live another day rotting in his cell’. Dropping all the appeals cases that his lawyers have been pushing since his initial sentencing.
The former New York state governor was on trial for murderering and disemboweling 9 separate victims and kidnapping an 18-year-old girl. He kept her in his basement as his sex slave for close to 3 years before he married her, the young girl escaping into the streets when she was just 22 years old. Covered from head to toe in gashes, blood, and bruises. Claiming that her husband had beaten her within an inch of her life.
The subsequent trial lasted three months after his arrest. Leading to him being convicted of first-degree murder, rape, and domestic assault. He was sentenced to life in prison, his then-wife was placed under medical care for an undetermined time.
Mr. Ren has tried to get his charges appealed since the initial sentencing, claiming that his wife was mentally insane and an unfit witness. Along with other claims that include bribing members of the jury to change their verdicts. The whereabouts of Mr. Ren’s ex-wife is unknown, but he claims that he has kept tabs on her even from ‘the inside’.
“Your kidnapper is being put on death row, which isn’t allowed in the state of New York. Which means he is being transferred over state lines to another prison. However, it hasn’t been revealed where he is being brought because of people interfering with the swap. How do you feel about that?”
You chewed your cheek, thinking for a moment. There was no way he did this willingly, Ren was never someone to take the easy way out. The last time you heard from him was three years ago, on your son’s birthday.
Receiving a call from the prison, the only one you had gotten since the sentencing.
You remember picking up the phone, throat going dry as you whispered that you accepted the charges. Waiting for the operator to connect you to him, after three long years without his voice.
“Hello, love.”
“What,” you whispered, stepping away from the living room of screaming toddlers. Your boyfriend gave you a weird look when your face went white as a ghost. “What do you want, Ren?”
“How are you? Doing well I hope?”
You huffed, moving into your kitchen and ripping a bottle of wine out of the fridge. Taking a drink as you snarled, “Just tell me what shitty thing you have to say so I can go back to my family.”
“Oh, yes. Your family.” he sighed, “And what a sweet family it is… little Luke is how old now? I would think he would be about… three.”
“How do you know about my son?”
“Hm.”
“I don’t think he’s just yours.”
“You shut your mouth, Luke is not your son. I’m going to hang up if you don’t get to the point.”
“He’s growing up so well. Hairs getting longer, but I know you like to keep it short. But he complained about his ears last time-so big.”
You took a deep breath, peaking into the living room. Just in time to see your baby boy, smiling and laughing with his friends. Sitting in your boyfriends’ lap, tearing into presents. His big eyes shone with tears of joy when he ripped through a gift that was his favorite color, red. A squeal so loud it could’ve shattered a window, pulling out a giant plush toy. It was like a penguin-mixed with a little dog, no nose, and some sharp fangs. From one of his favorite TV shows, along with a card and some other little toys.
“Tell me, love,” he chuckled, “Does he like his present? He sounds over the moon about it through the speaker. What I wouldn’t give to be there to run my fingers through his dark hair, look him in the eyes and tell him how much his father loves him.”
You made Luke sleep in bed with you that night, holding his small body flush with yours. Running your fingers through his curls as he snored into your chest, small tracks of drool seeping into your nightshirt. Trembling as you stared at the shadows, dancing across the bedroom from the window. Full moon shining, you could’ve sworn the floor was creaking downstairs, the sound of footsteps climbing towards your room rang in your ears.
You didn’t sleep that night, staring into your son’s face as he woke. Blinking awake to smile as you, his grin reaching across his face. All the way to his ears, large ears, covered by his almost black waves. His long lashes fluttering as he greeted you, “Hi mama.”
His eyes.
Fuck.
One of them your eye color, shining back at you. But the other, it was his.
Deep auburn, shining in the sunlight. Daring you to challenge him, defy him, prove him wrong, anything that would allow him to unleash whatever hell lived under his skin. Flowed through his blood, tainting every corner of your psyche. His child, the one you hid from the world. Moving as far away as you could, claiming it was your boyfriends’ child.
But he knew.
And Luke was starting to notice.
“I feel,” you looked at your hands, forcing them into fists to stop them from shaking, “Just fine, he’s not in my life anymore. Just a small chapter in the book of my story, I hope that he finds peace. Wherever he goes.”
“Peace? For a man that almost killed you multiple times?”
You nodded, “Yeah, I do. I can’t change who he is, or what he’s done. I can just try as hard as I can to move on. And if being on death row will help him find what he’s looking for then I wish him the best of luck.”
She gave you a weird look, shifting in her seat, “Do you think it says anything about his guilt?”
“Guilt?”
“Yes, for the past six years he has never acknowledged that he was guilty. Claiming that the jury and witnesses were bought and that you were mentally unstable-making up half the accusations against him. Do you think that him asking for the death penalty is a way of admitting that he was guilty?”
“Hell no,” you blurted out, eyes going wide at the camera, “Oh-can I swear? I’m so sorry.”
She laughed you off, “You’re fine, we can blur it out. But you sound so confident? Do you think he believes that he’s done nothing wrong?”
Now it was your turn to laugh, “Not to repeat myself but, hell no. That man knows, he’s very conscious of his decisions. Everything has a purpose, everything is done for a reason, Ren doesn’t waste his energy on doing something for no benefit.”
“What would be the benefit of being put on death row?”
You sighed, thinking about Ren, trying to get into his mindset to see how he could angle the sentencing changing. Letting out a sharp laugh as you rubbed your eyes, “Well-you said it earlier.”
She looked at you confused.
“New York doesn’t have the death penalty.”
New York doesn’t have the death penalty.
New York doesn’t have the death penalty.
New York doesn’t have the death penalty.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, looking around the room frantically. “Oh my god-oh my god-oh my GOD-New York doesn’t have the death penalty!” you screamed, shooting out of the chair. Grasping the reporter by her shoulders and shaking her violently, “He knew! He knew I was coming here! He’s gonna take him!”
“Miss (Y/N),” the reporters and security officers yelled. Trying to calm you down, but no, she had said it.
New York doesn’t have the death penalty.
You ran from the TV station, hailing a cab on the packed streets. Frantically calling your boyfriend over and over, he was at home. Back in Nevada… where the death penalty is legal, with Luke. He wouldn’t pick up, the dial tone ringing three times before his voice sang through the speaker.
You wailed in the back of the cab, calling everyone you knew back at home. Asking if they could go get Luke from school, if they had seen him that day. Anything to try prove false the sick feeling in your stomach you knew was true.
Running through airport security as fast as you could, taking the first flight back home. You prayed on the way that your boyfriend had Luke, safe and sound, back at home. Hopefully, curled in his red blanket, snuggling the stuffed animal he got that faithful birthday.
Even though no one knew where it came from.
Luke wouldn’t let you get rid of it.
Claiming his daddy gave it to him.
You just let him have it, he was three there was no way he would let you take his toy away once he had held it to his chest. Kissing it with his full lips, dragging it around the house every fucking day. It was his best friend, from the moment he saw it.
You cried on the plane, realizing too late that the gift was from him.
His real father.
Watching after his miracle child.
When you touched down in Las Vegas, your phone blew up. Your stomach flipping as you read through the messages from your boyfriend, explaining that he let your friend pick Luke up from school. The same friend claimed that your boyfriend had picked him up, Luke’s teacher calling to let you know someone in a black Porsche picked him up.
Whisking away his child from under your nose.
You choked on your tears as you read the message from his teacher, telling you how happy Luke was when he left. How he ran into your new boyfriend's arms, like he had known him for his entire life. She told you that he had introduced himself, Ben was just the most amazing father figure she had ever met. Stowing away Luke, surrounded by toys and chocolate when she waved them off.
After you gathered your luggage you walked towards the cabs out front. Stopping cold in your tracks when you saw a chauffeur holding a sign that said your old name.
Mrs. Ren.
You climbed in, body feeling numb.
Your phone dinged, a picture being sent to you from an unknown number.
A picture of Luke, held tightly against his real father’s chest. Drifting off to sleep in his strong arms that once choked you to death.
See you at home love, we miss you.
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I wanted baby luke to say something like ‘my daddy visits me at night’ but it was too on the nose.
OMG OMG OMG OMG ur doing yandere now! Could I pls have a NCT yandere of their s/o trying to escape them? pretty pls with cherries on top! I love you so much!
Wow. OK. I uh…….. I…….was unaware that the yandere-verse fans would come for me so quickly. Dang!
Well, I guess I’ll get started on this for you.
Just be aware that some reactions are extremely short while others are longer in length, also also, I’m not a yandere au expert so some reactions may push the boundaries of Yandere…… or maybe I’m just being paranoid.
I did NCT ot21.
Hope this lives up to your expectations.
~Savie
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WARNING: If you’re sensitive to yandere, stalker, kidnapper themed scenarios/reactions then DO NOT read this reaction thread.
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Taeil: He can sense your intentions to escape before you even know that you have them yourself. Any time he senses something remotely off key in your guys relationship he’ll bring it to your attention and remind you that he’s the only one who loves you and doesn’t want to hurt you. He’ll tell you that he’s the only one who can protect you from all the evils of this world and if that isn’t enough to get you to stay and obey him then he’s got a trusty shock collar and long chain that he can bind you with to keep you from leaving or making too much of a fuss.
“I don’t want anyone or anything to happen to you baby, please stay with me. If you choose to be a brat then I’ll have no choice but to force you to stay with me”
Taeyong: This man will build a fortress if he has to to ensure you can’t escape from him. He’s smart and he’ll think of any possibly scenario that could play out before he even approaches you. He might give off too strong of a vibe for you to be comfortable around him? That’s OK, he knows how to play cute and innocent for you. You might hesitate in agreeing to being in a relationship with him? That’s OK, he can just manipulate you into believing that no one else would ever want to date you. You might find out about his obsession over you and try to leave? Nope! Not on his watch! He’ll just have to lock you up in one of the rooms that has no windows and can’t be unlocked without a scanner card or code lock.
There’s no way for you to escape from him, mentally or physically. Before you know it, he’ll have every part of you wrapped around his finger, completely dependent on him for survival.
Johnny: You wouldn’t even have a chance to escape from Johnny no matter how much you wanted to. He’d make sure that you never left his sight from the moment you fell for his trap and started a relationship with him. Even if it meant that he’d have to follow you into the restroom, he wouldn’t allow you to leave his sight.
Sorry sweetie, but you’re SOL if Yandere Johnny sets his sights on you.
Yuta: “no no no sweetie pie, you can’t leave me that easy. If you don’t want to be punished more than you already will be then I suggest you turn your butt around and head back home. Actually, why don’t you come with me, we’d get there such much sooner if we both just ride back in my car. I wouldn’t want to risk you running away any further if I drove home on my own.”
Kun: Kun was right in front of you before you even knew it. For a moment it seemed that you would actually succeed in escaping as you ran down a long, windy road that lead back to civilization after escaping from the house he’d been keeping you hostage in but, unfortunately, you had chosen to escape while Kun was just taking a long stroll.
He was able to notice your running figure approaching him as he began walking back home. He wouldn’t panic upon seeing your escaped figure because he knew that there was still quite a ways to go before you’d hit civilization even if you managed to get past him (which wouldn’t be possible).
He continued to walk towards you at a steady pace as your figure came closer and closer, still at a full sprint since it seemed as though you had failed to realize that the man you thought was going to be your savior was actually your captor all along. Once you were close enough to realize that you weren’t saved but, instead, were face to face with your ‘boyfriend’, your legs gave way and you began screaming for any help possible as you kneeled on the pavement with exhaustion and fright, tears streaming down your face.
“Hey there darling, glad you decided to join me on my daily stroll. You must be exhausted from all that running to catch up with me. Let’s get you off the ground and get you back home, this is more exercise for you than you’ve had in quite a while, we wouldn’t want to push you past your limits too fast now would we? Oh C’mon now, there’s no need to cry, I’m here now. You managed to catch up to me. Everything’s OK so wipe away those tears OK”
Doyoung: Today was your chance to escape, your boyfriend-turned-captor had finally left you alone after so long of being pent up in this apartment with him always by your side. He’d left to go get groceries since supplies had been running low recently.
You’d be reaching for the door knob to the front door of your shared apartment with nerve-racking chills pulsating through your body at the thought of being caught. This has been the closest to the door you have ever been since Doyoung brought you here and has held you hostage. You imagine all the times that he’s told you that he’s doing this for your own good, that the outside world is too dangerous for you, that there are people who want to steal you away from him as your hand grasps the door knob and begins to slowly twist it open. Most people would be in a rush to escape but the overwhelming sense of anxiety washing over you was telling you that this all seemed too easy and that something, or someone, could be right behind the other side of this door- preventing you from seeking your freedom.
You’d come to far to turn back now, besides, who knew when you’r next chance to escape would be? It was now or never, if you don’t leave now then you may end up being stuck here with Doyoung forever.
Once the door knob has been twisted completely open, you prepare to dash out of the door once you manage to calm yourself down a bit. Low and behold, your paranoia had been right. Upon opening the door you only manage to take a few steps out the door before you’re being held up, held up by no other than Doyoung himself with a large gun aiming straight at your chest.
No no no, of course he wouldn’t actually shoot you, even if he would- fortunately for you-this gun is unloaded- but you were’t aware of that and he knows it. He wouldn’t say anything as he tilts his head, placing his finger around the trigger. “I suggest you get inside sweetheart, I’d hate for you to get hurt.”
A cold sweet would break out over your body at his stern voice that was filled with warning. All you could do was begin taking steps back while keeping your eyes trained on the gun being pointed at you. “That’s right darling, keep going, get back inside where it’s safe.”
He’d follow you into the apartment until you were in his bedroom before putting the gun down. “I’ll go and get the groceries later. First I should punish you for being such a bad baby.”
Ten: hoooooooo hooooo, god forbid anyone try to escape from ten, they’d be regretting it forever!
Lucky for him, Ten knows he has a charm like no other, one that has you stopping in your tracks and staring into those deep, dark brown eyes of his, getting lost in the beauty of them. Those eyes, along with his sweet voice, can hypnotize you into doing anything he wants, even obeying to go through any punishment that he sees fit to teach you a lesson.
So, when you decide you couldn’t be with him after finding his hidden shrine filled with photos of you that he’s taken over the years (the years before you even knew him) as well as some of your clothes and trinkets that had gone missing laying at the bottom of the shrine, you’d run to your room and pack a bag of clothes. When he’d get home and find you in the midst of your packing he’d ask what was going on an get an answer he’d hoped he’d never hear.
He wouldn’t panic because, as mentioned, he has his hypnotic charms and can easily have you unpacking your bag and laying on the bed in wait for him to come and punish you without you being consciously aware of it until its too late for you.
“You won’t leave me. You can’t leave me. No one can. You belong to me. I won’t let you leave. now unpack you bag and lay down before you get hurt.”
Jaehyun: He had been reading the emails and texts that you had been sending to your friend who had agreed to put in a good word for you at the business that they worked at (which just so happened to be a rival business of Jaehyun’s.)
Let’s just say that these emails and texts did not make Jaehyun happy in the slightest. What made it even worse is that you had sent the emails through the office computers while using your office email so he was able to monitor not only who you were sending the emails to and what the emails consisted of but, also, he could tell that you were planning this while you were supposed to be working.
He’d call you into his office immediately and have a long talk with you about how unprofessional you had been and how you owe him by staying in his company AND by going on a date with him.
“All this time I thought you were my best employee, turns out you’re nothing but a slacking backstabber. Here’s the deal, I’ll forgive you for being so unprofessional if you agree to stop this nonsense and stay with my company. You’ll also have to be at my beck and call whenever I wish, however I wish. If you disagree to these terms then I’ll send in a report to any company that you dare to apply for telling them that you steal corporate fundings and slack off on the job. You wouldn’t want anyone believing that you’re that bad of an employee would you? No? Good. Glad we could sort this out. I’ll see you for our first date tonight after my shift.”
WinWin: tears would be streaming down your face as you fought against the rope wrapped around your hands. A long section of it was being used as a leash to lead you back to the room that you had just escaped from.
WinWin was obviously at the other end of the rope, tugging it harshly to get you back into the room. It was shocking how much he seemed to be enjoying this. He didn’t seem mad at all that you had just tried to escape in fact he seemed happy about it. A big smile was plastered on his face as he continued to drag you back into the white room that had come to be your personal hell ever since the bubbly “innocent” boy had first trapped you here.
“C’mon y/n! c’mon back to your room where you belong. Don’t you miss it?”
Jungwoo: Jungwoo is such a clingy person, good luck to anyone who wants to escape from him. The only way to escape from him is if you find a way to kill him then pry his dead hands away from you.
“I love you y/n. I want to hug you and feel your warmth forever! Lets be together forever OK?”
Lucas: you knew you were screwed as soon as you saw the look on Lucas’ face when he found you just hours after your escape.
“well well well my pretty, someone has been very naughty haven’t they? Play time is over, no more Hide N’ Seek for you. Lets get you back home so that I can teach you a lesson about how to behave hm.”
Mark: “I can’t say that I’m surprised about this y/n. I always had a feeling that you were lying about reciprocating the feelings that I have for you. No worries though, after I teach you a lesson you’ll know better than to hurt me like this ever again. Now, if you don’t want this to be so painful I’d suggest staying still otherwise I may end up braking more bones than I intend to.”
Xiaojun: “here’s the deal y/n, I’ll lessen your punishment for trying to leave me but only if you get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness and tell me why you’d try to leave me. I don’t deserve this. I’ve been nothing but kind to you. I’ve done nothing but love you. How dare you try and rip my heart out of my chest as if our relationship means nothing. Start begging!”
Hendery: “hey babe, where do you think you’re going? Oh, you thought you could escape? Well, I’ve got some news for you.”
Renjun: He was less than impressed to come home to an empty apartment. When he went to your room and saw that some of the drawers had been ransacked and a luggage case was missing he lost his mind! He’d scream out your name and go from door to door asking if any of his neighbors had seen you. With no trace of you left he knew that he’d have to start out with obvious places that you’d think to go and, if it turned out that you weren’t at any of those places, then he’d have to search high and low for you.
Renjun wouldn’t hesitate to tear down the city if he had to in order to find you and bring you back home.
Even if it took him months to find you again, he’d wouldn’t give up his search. He had to make sure that you were safe and that no one would hurt you or steal you away from him……….. maybe that had been what happened in the first place.
He’d begin to think that maybe someone had found you and wanted you for themselves so they found a way to sneak into his apartment and kidnap you from him.
A few months would go by with no trace of you when suddenly, he’d find a familiar figure sitting at a booth in a restaurant that he had decided to stop by to get some lunch. He’d take a better look at the figure and find out that it was you. You looked different since you had cut and dyed your hair but that didn’t bother him one bit. He had finally found you!
You’d feel an eerie presence all of a sudden as you sat at the dining table, waiting for your lunch to be delivered to you. After a figure approached you and stood at the end of your table, you decided to look up from your phone- imagining that it was the waiter who was here with your food. When you did look up from your phone what you saw wasn’t the waiter that you had been hoping for but rather your worst nightmare, Renjun.
You’d see him staring down at your frightened self with a blank look before a smile would swipe across his face and he’d wave at you.
“Hey babe! Long time no see huh!? I hope you don’t mind if I sit here with you…. well of course you wouldn’t I’m your boyfriend after all lol .So, what have you been doing all this time? Why haven’t you called me? Haven’t you known how worried I was about you? I’ve missed you so much! I can’t wait for us to catch up during lunch then head home. Home hasn’t been the same with out you. Oh, speaking of home not being the same, I’ve made some adjustments to it that I thought would be necessary for when you return home. I’m sure you’ll like them. You’ll feel much safer than you did before and no one will be able to steal you away again. What?…. What’s wrong? Why are you shaking so much? Are you scare?….. Oh no no no, that can’t be it. You’re probably just so happy to see me again that you’re getting emotional. Yeah, that must be it. Well, no worries, I’m happy to see you again to.”
Jeno: “an eye for an eye y/n. You keep trying to leave me so all I can do is keep finding ways to prevent you from doing that. All I want is your love. Is that too much to ask for? I love you, why can’t you just love me back. Can’t you see that punishing you hurts me as much as it hurts you? I don’t want to do any of this to you. I want us to be happy together.”
Haechan: high or low, near or far, sun or snow. No matter what, no matter where, no matter when, Haechan will never be far behind you. The love he has for you will never end and it will always lead him to you. You’ll never be able to completely escape. It like there’s a tracker planted in you or something, he always manages to find you any time you try to get away from him. Yandere Haechan is no joke! He’ll track you down until you give up and agree to be with him and never leave him.
Jaemin: He had known what you were planning on doing because he had been secretly reading the messages on your phone that you’d been send to your family for the past three weeks.
Obviously, your plans to escape wouldn’t fly with him. One night you’d fall asleep in his arms, everything seeming to be going normal, but the next morning you’d wake up to find a long chain wrapped around one of your feet with the other end being locked around leg of your bed.
You’d look over to Jaemin’s side of the bed and see him holding your phone in his hand. He’d look at you, seemingly upset, before telling you that you weren’t going anywhere as he sat up on the edge of the bed, ruffled his hair, then pulled out a hammer from the drawer next to him and smashed your phone to pieces.
“I told your family that we talked things over and everything is fine so don’t expect anyone to come looking for you anytime soon.”
YangYang: He’d be less than impressed with your attempts to escape. Each time you tried his punishments would get worse. Eventually he’d lock you away in a dark, soundproof room with no windows or furniture other than a mattress for you to sleep on. There wouldn’t be a blanket since you’d be trapped in a straitjacket that he had somehow gotten his hands on. He’d leave you in there for a few days to think about what you’d done before you’d get any form of human interaction, food or light.
Chenle: He’d block the doorway as you tried to get away, essentially rendering your attempt to escape futile.
You’d stop dead in your tracks and immediately begin to beg for mercy upon seeing the evil glare that he was sending your way. You may even try running back to the room he’d been keeping you hostage in for the past week in hopes that he’d drop it and not punish you, but ohhhhhhh would he still punish you.
“I’ve been nothing but kind to you, I’ve done nothing but love you and this is how you want to repay me?! By running away! Oh no cupcake, that’s not happening on my watch!”
Jisung: Jisung would stand over your unconscious body as he catches his breath from the long swim that he had just endured.
He had arrived back at the cabin he had bought for the two of you to find you swimming away, far off in the distance within the large lake that wasn’t too far from the house.
He’d drop everything he had and sprint into the lake, swimming as fast a he could to catch up to you and bring you back home before you’d possibly drown. Once he caught up to you he’d wrap his long arms around your body and try his best to tow you back to land. You’d struggle and scream at the top of your lungs as he succeeded. Once he got you back to land, he’d begin dragging you towards the cabin again, whispering sweet nothing into your ear in hopes that you’d calm down but you’d only fight against his hold even harder.
Before he could get you completely out of the water you’d manage to squirm you way up of his grasp. He’d try grabbing at you again but you’d run as best as you could in the other direction (back into the lake). You wouldn’t get far however because you’d end up tripping on a large submerged log and fall into the water, your head hitting the rocks hard enough to knock you out.
He’d rush over to your unconscious body and heave it over his shoulders, carrying it as far back to land as he could before having to put you down so that he could catch his breathe. Once he did he’d pick you up again and take you inside, tying your unconscious form to the bed before he’d break down crying breathlessly.
“Why would you try to leave me y/n? I thought we loved each other? Have I ot been showing you enough love? Why would you do this?”
This request comes from a convo I had with @dwyeristhicc and this idea was born
Fighting against the chains binding his arms together, Dwyer finds himself getting hit with the blunt end of a spear.
"Keep walking." He hears the person behind him say and Dwyer does nothing but comply, realizing nothing can really be done right now. He is just a troubadour and no amount of hand to hand prowess will save him against several people with weapons.
He doesn't know how long it takes them to reach another deeprealm, this one practically uninhabited outside of a huge fortress.
As the group approaches, Dwyer finds himself getting more and more nervous, unsure of what'll happen to him.
When they do reach the fortress, a larger contingent come out to greet him. And within that group is the leader of them all.
"I'm glad to see that my crew managed to bring you to your new home."
Dwyer bites his cheek, hoping to avoid a retort but fails to do so. "We'll see how long this 'home' lasts." The boss laughs and so do his lackeys in response.
"We'll see exactly how long. Take him to his cell." He shouts as he walks away. Dwyer's once again forced to keep walking. This time, they place a blindfold on him. Before he knows it, his blindfold is removed and he's shoved inside his cell.
He finds himself completely left alone until night where they place a huge heaping plate of food in his cell. Refusing it a Dwyer ignores it and goes to sleep.
When he wakes up, he sees the same plate of food alongside another one, both filled to the brim. His stomach yearning for food, Dwyer relents and eats it. Cursing Dwyer begins digging into it, the taste far different than anything he's had before. The same happens at lunch and dinner. He's left alone until night when the boss come to visit him.
He leaves a plate like all the others but he actually speaks. "Let's see just how big you get. It's not like you got anything else to do here." He smiles as he leaves, seeing Dwyer's confused and blushing expression.
The next day, Dwyer blushes as he sees the food come in but he refuses to eat, not willing himself to do exactly what they want him to do. But his cell is secure, no way of escaping, and with how many bandits there are, he doubts he'd make it far.
It's the second day after the boss' visit that Dwyer gives in again, his hunger winning and the food too delicious.
Its a week in that the boss pays Dwyer another visit. Dwyer struggles to tug at his tight clothes, the bandits refusing to give him new ones.
"My, you've certainly gained some weight." He taunts as he opens the cell door. Seeing his chance, Dwyer goes for a swift hook but finds himself tackled to the ground by more bandits. "Someone's rowdy. Why don't we fix that." Dwyer blushes and struggles as he feels his arms being chained to the wall. Struggling, he gives up once he sees that they're not going to come off.
"Since you like to eat so much, let me help you out." He whispers as he places a blind on Dwyer's eyes. Now unable to see, Dwyer thrashes his chunky legs. His thrashing intensifies once he feels earplugs being put into his ears. He can only assume that the boss says something before leaving since he can no longer hear or see.
It doesn't seem like a long time passes before the bandits come into Dwyer's room, several of them prodding and poking his fat body. They put in a tube inside his mouth and clamp it inside; unable to do anything Dwyer swallows the food that's fed to him. This food tastes bland he notes. Add Dwyer can only feel the cold tile and his fat. With no sight or hearing and limited tasting and touching Dwyer can only really think.
The next few weeks go by, or is it months? A year? Perhaps even a couple years Dwyer thinks.
He thinks about his outrealm, wondering what's become of it, he thinks about his family, he thinks if he'll ever escape. But all his thoughts blend in, all of them repeating back and forth, the same conclusion reaches that he's been forgotten. His thoughts shift, thoughts about his favorite food, what he looks like, when they'll start his next feeding, who changes it. All of them essentially revolve around one thing, food.
He feels his chains being removed and he tries to stand up. Shifting around, he finds that he's stuck to the floor, his fat but glued to it from his weight.
It's at night, or is it day he wonders, that Dwyer finds his feeding tube removed. He sighs in relief that he's now able to take a break. But that relief turns into panic as hours or days pass by, hunger consuming him.
Soon after, is it soon? Someone whispers into his hear, it sounds familiar Dwyer thinks but it seems like forever that he's heard anything at all.
"Do you want more food?"
Dwyer tries respondind but finds his mouth unable to produce anything but jibberish. Should he be worried he faintly thinks.
"Well you're going to have to earn it. It'll be easy though, I promise." Dywerr finds himself whimpering in fear. Is that what that's called? Or are those just made up words.
"Give in to becoming a pig. Forget everything you now. Nod yes." Dwyer hears, it takes him a while to understand what the man is saying but once his brain connects nod equals food, Dwyer does so.
"Alright, he's been broken in. Come in." Following his orders, a mage walks into the room and performs a curse. A highly involved curse and one unable to be performed without permission on both parties, the mage finds it easily done, the curse wiping all of Dwyer's memories.
The boss kneals down by Dwyer, whispering into his ear again. "What's your name?" He smiles as he sees Dwyer unable to form a respond. Dwyer struggling to say a word, he manages to get a sound out, before managing the word "food."
The boss laughs, clutching his sides. "You want food?" Dwyer nods his head, his chains wobbling and smacking eachother.
Placing Dwyer's earplug back in, he restarts the machine and leaves.
Unknowingly all alone again, Dwyer moans at the food starting all over again as he guzzles it down.
