#Fun fact: his vest is designed to be stab-proof :)

[sadfruittheatre-rp]

((Kill time you say?? 😈))

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

🍷- How do they feel about alcohol?

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

Huehuehue, thank you~

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

Bragi's sleep schedule is hot garbage, is what it's like. He's kind of an insomniac out of a combination of stress and trauma and caffeine. Even when he does finally get to sleep, he has a lot of nightmares. 😔 Though sometimes he can't sleep because he's excited about something, but either way, a hard crash is inevitable.

🍷- How do they feel about alcohol?

Bragi does not drink. That juice is Mrs. Dulze's juice and if he's caught with it, she won't let him see his friend Deeji for a bit. (Tbh, he probably wouldn't like the taste of alcohol regardless lmao). As far as other people drinking, it's definitely a boring adult hobby to him lol

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

Bragi has a ton of hobbies! He bakes, he designs clothes, he sculpts, he writes (though good luck ever seeing it lol), he does arts and crafts projects, he's a little renaissance man.

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

He'll never admit it out loud in a million years, but he sleeps a lot better when he's next to someone. It's a bit embarrassing tho because he's definitely a clinger lol. Some people who are about as close as he can get to family, like Mara or Flann, get the honor of having him crawl into their beds while they're asleep lol

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

Not a fan. If they're badly made, then sure he's down to laugh at them, but he can be very easily sucked into the atmosphere, despite not believing in the traditional concept of ghosts lol.

Absolutely refuses to watch slashers though, because, uh, yeah (warning for murder and blood and very old art)

[ohmrlove]

Heya! Could I please ask for headcanons from each of the boys dealing with a situation where the MC has been kidnapped and held hostage for 3 days, and they themselves are being demanded to hand something over (e.g something material/a specific person in high power)? The MC suffers something from minor to severe injuries. Not life-threatening but enough to hurt.

Interesting and dramatic! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Warning for mild violence. Nothing too descriptive, I think.

Also, it’s kind of long.

🍷 Victor 🍷

Being who he was, Victor fully expected the ransom to be money-related. It was.

He’d gotten the money together within hours of the first email showing you chained up in some dingy stone-walled cell.

He gave a press conference that said he was ready to hand over the money, to just contact him again. That had apparently spooked your captors; they didn’t contact him for two AGONIZING days.

He was collaborating with LPD as quietly as possible, afraid a strong counterattack would convince them to kill you

Victor had more enemies than he could count, and he had no clue who was behind it

That was the farthest thing from his mind as LPD fitted him with a bullet proof vest, a mic, and camera before sending him to the designated site

The briefcase was rigged with traps set to go off when too much money was removed. Things like dye packs and a nasty shock mechanism an engineering company was happy to supply

Victor walked through an old stone building--a fake castle?--and stared down the little bug that tried to intimidate him

Victor felt his face and neck grow hot with rage, Evol pulsing in his fingertips as he debated letting time slow down so he could beat this scum within an inch of his life

How had they found out about you? He worked with so many people! Why not take Goldman?

The businessman in him was begging to be sensible but Victor could never be very sensible when it came to you, could he?

Using his Evol to slow down time, Victor rushed the creep. It was a full-on scuffle, Victor quickly getting the upper hand when he used that briefcase full of money like the brick it was

Cuff link missing, blood on his suit jacket, and some buttons hanging limply from his shirt, Victor sat back to catch his breath. He wiped blood from his lip.

The guy was out cold; he’d probably broken some bones. He looked robbed, himself; Victor was very thorough--and angry--as he practically maimed the cretin to check for an ear piece or extra weapons

The assailant didn’t have time to contact friends and that made Victor feel a little better. Maybe it was a smaller operation than they assumed

He called for police backup to help sweep the place and found you in a cell at the back. It looked like something used for photographs, like a fun zone.

The chains from the picture were cheap and fake; they broke easily as he forced them open. The zipties around your wrists were much harder to get off, and Victor apologized as he wedged his big fingers between the plastic and your wrists to snap them.

It took effort, to the point where he had to brace a foot against the bars, but he got them off and that’s all that mattered.

You were very dehydrated--your lips and skin told him that. You felt like you had a fever, and your skin was raw and tender from fighting the binds. One half of your face was bruised and Victor choked with tears as you practically peeped his name, your voice weak and dry.

“It’s okay,” he held you in his arms for a minute, supporting your neck. You’d probably been in that same position for three days. It probably hurt like hell!

How was he even holding you? He was shaking so much...

“You’ll be okay!” Victor was rambling now, afraid to run to the entrance in case he hurt you anymore. “You’ll get the best care, I promise! Just hold on.” he rearranged you to let you rest against his shoulder.

 “And pudding?” he barely heard it.

Pudding? At a time like this? Maybe it’s because you were starved. But, then again, you were always going on about sweets.

“Of course, dummy...” Victor bumped his head against yours and carried you out. Once at the hospital, he didn’t leave your side. When you were discharged, he stuck to you like glue for the next two months.

📢 Gavin 📢

This is a situation they were all trained for, something they were cautioned could become a reality because people were sick and cruel. They were dirty, willing to do anything to get the upper hand.

Why wasn’t he ready? Gavin almost felt sick. It’s like what victims always say ‘Well, that could never happen to me!’

But it did, and now he was desperately trying to get his head on straight so he could coordinate with the negotiators. He’d almost been taken off the mission, as it was so personal, but he agreed to go in under a different captain to avoid conflict

He expected a prisoner swap or further negotiations on a trial, but this guy was just ranting on and on about how LPD backed a conspiracy instead of the facts. They’d tried the wrong person (according to the rant).

They did it wrong, didn’t look at it enough, missed the clues...

Sources were still out on whether this was a legitimate mental break.

Gavin hadn’t slept since he’d seen you on the news report. The standoff was on day three and he couldn’t even remember how many shift changes there’d been between snipers and others waiting to finish the situation

So far they’d brought in three different family members to try and calm the guy, but he wasn’t having it.

His adrenaline kept him from being tired and he tried to use that energy to playback HOW this guy could have gotten you. Did he just have bad luck? Were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Had this guy been stalking him...or you?!

He listened to yet another screaming match between a relative and the suspect. Gavin’s heart beat in his ears as the negotiator kept the phone call on blast for everyone to hear. Something set him off and suddenly you were sailing over the building like a rag doll

Gavin felt his Evol explode, bowling over the cluster of people around him as he shot off to catch you.

He don’t know if he caught you or if you hit him, but Gavin held onto you like your life depended on it (it did)

He hovered there for a few moments, unable to do anything but laugh as you whined about smacking into him. You had some cuts and bruises, and one of your eyes was black but you were okay!

Gavin took a big, shuddering inhale as he pressed you to his body, fingers tangling in your hair

He probably hugged you way too hard, but he’d apologize later

He received clearance from the captain to ride in the ambulance with you, and he did. You were really disoriented as they took your vitals and figured out what drips to give you but you still reached for his hand.

Gavin wrapped both hands around your battered one. “I’m here.”

🔬 Lucien 🔬

There was no witty remark or playful sarcasm. Just burning rage and a cool calculated feeling.

Lucien wasn’t usually the self-absorbed type but he knew he could outsmart whatever idiot took you

He wasn’t surprised that they wanted top-secret research. Most evil entities do for one reason or another.

Lucien was more than ready to hand over gibberish copies that looked like the real thing but wouldn’t have any critical information. Things that, with the right graphics, would look like what they wanted. A bunch of scientific bullshit, basically.

They were after a few specimen, too, and Lucien had a near-impossible time convincing himself not to straight-up poison them with some toxic bacterial strains. Engineering bacteria was within his skill set and he’d love to see them suffer slowly

Forgeries take time, especially the types they were asking for. The three days past unbelievably slow--Lucien could hardly focus. The end goal of protecting you and making these look realistic enough to trade helped him pull through

Meeting at the docks was a bit cliche, something he’d only seen in the movies, but that further confirmed his suspicions that the info needed to travel and would be used for something big

He’d made LPD aware of the situation, the two parties agreeing not to broadcast any information. They could have the fanfare after catching them in the water.

Lucien adjusted the folder, jostling the pages so the hidden scalpel slid into the sleeve of his lab coat. There were only two men for the small boat, and you were sitting tied up on the edge of the dock. A cinder block sat nearby, undoubtedly tied to you.

All it would take is one nudge and--Lucien focused on the guy speaking, handed over the folder with an empty look, and stabbed him as hard as he could when the cool metal hit his palm.

The first guy got three or four stabs in the gut, Lucien swinging the scalpel up as the second one came at him. He definitely sliced him. Lucien was foggy on the rest.

He threw an elbow and lunged for you as that block slipped off the dock. Lucien hugged it to his chest, pulling with all his might to keep you dangling over the dock. Time seemed to drag forever as he curled his head and waited for the second guy to start stomping his back out--something

All of a sudden lights were thrown--big spot lights used in sea searches. Engines roared to life as LPD boats flooded the docks. One came to rest beneath you, and they coaxed him into letting go. He fell with you; he’d never forgive himself if something happened to you.

Drowning would be a terrible way to go, and you didn’t deserve it.

The fall would give you more bruises and you were already covered in them. Your throat was a little dark, like they’d grabbed you at one point, and Lucien had never wished so hard to return the favor.

He gave up trying to test your pupils with the pen light because all he could see was sheer hysteria. Lucien cradled you in his lap as they cut the block off, rocking you back and forth. “It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.” he smoothed out your hair.

🎤 Kiro 🎤

If any big scandal were to happen, he expected it to happen as Kiro the idol, not Key.

The ultimatum was quick to trend on social media--someone was calling Key out and they had a hostage.

A grainy video was attached and Kiro’s heart nearly stopped when he saw it was you.

He went to great lengths to conceal his identity as Key, so how did they know? He’d been pretty excited about that Key exoneration segment when it aired; maybe they considered him a VERY popular Key sympathizer. Someone who had influence over the real Key.

He was just starting to introduce you to his fanbase as his most favorite, his love, his Miss Chips. Maybe it was his fault...

His manager and the others were also shocked, and there was little to stop him when he left in a panic

It was quite traumatic, seeing your loved one held hostage. No one expected him to cooperate with his schedule after that.

Kiro barricaded himself at home, working feverishly in all the back channels as Key. He wouldn’t stop until you were safe!

You were probably being held by a criminal organization, as all the ‘tests’ revolved around funneling money and getting them air time.

It was difficult work, setting up paths that couldn’t be traced while dropping anonymous hints to LPD. Kiro was trying to make it seem like your kidnappers were arrogant enough to play a cat-and-mouse game with LPD.

After almost three days, he found their location. They could hide things with temporary blocks and back doors, but Kiro wasn’t your average hacker. They made a mistake to call out one of the best. Especially when they couldn’t compare.

These people were dumb enough to stream from a computer, and all it took was sending the coordinates to the LPD after stripping some protections. He even attached a few screenshots of the live stream for proof, and he got to watch in real time as they busted the place and got you out of there

Kiro didn’t know if he wanted to cry, collapse, or sleep

All three, really.

He changed into ‘Kiro’ clothes, made several phone calls to hospitals in the area, his manager, and even chief of police so he could figure out where they’d taken you.

Kiro’s adrenaline was back, the only thing saving him from falling asleep during the ride. He made it all the way to your hospital bed, unable to comprehend how you could look so pale and beaten up

It nearly broke his heart to see you like this, and he hated that he couldn’t use his Evol on himself to calm down.

“Kiro? You found me?” you were so drugged and tired you probably didn’t know what was happening.

“I’ll always find you!” Kiro scrubbed tears from his eyes with one hand, the other refusing to let yours go

Seeing you was so relaxing. He could hold you and feel your pulse beating in your wrist and he was so relieved!

Kiro could finally rest, and he did. He woke up right beside you, in a bed of his own, being treated for exhaustion and malnutrition. Your hand was still in a death grip and he couldn’t be happier.

Wow, this was super long! I hope you liked it! I tried to make them all original :o