#kidnapping mention /

[hyperfixating-chic]

Anytime a Wayne gets a kidnapping threat Jason fits a pun in on how he died

“Hey, I mean, worse comes to worse, the worst thing that you can do is *die*”

“—Jason.”

But he gets a kidnapping threat? Gosh, stay out of Bruce’s way. Jason isn’t out of his sight once and if that maybe, possibly, makes Jason feel a little safer, he ain’t telling anyone.

But he might get a few more nightmares than usual, might work on his knot and lock picking skills, even though it makes him feel stupid.

Bruce might be working on how fast his motorcycle goes, he might sneak in Jason’s room to check on him a couple (No Barbara, it has not been every night—) times, might tell him he loves him more often, might panic when Jason goes on patrol, might trail him to make sure his baby is safe, but Jason might not hate it.

[whumperofworlds]

Let's make an outline!

1. The beginning

2. The middle

3. Wait. Why did Character A get kidnapped?

4. No no no, why are you making them get tortured?

5. This is supposed to be a slow burn, fluffy fic, why are you doing this?!

6. WHY IS THERE WHUMP IN YOUR FLUFFY FIC

7. Ending

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024 No. 31- Asking for Help

Since today is Halloween, I thought I would make my last Whumptober fill a little festive! I can't believe I completed all 31 days!!

Villain sat by the door, a bowl of candy on the side table. The doorbell rang. Finally! They wondered where all the little trick-or-treaters had gotten to.

They opened the door, but instead of a tiny pirate or a witch…

“Hero!?” Villain exclaimed.

“Trick or treat?” Hero slurred.

“Woah!”

Villain dove to catch Hero as they lurched forward. Villain got a good look at them. They were covered in blood and bruises.

“What happened to you!?”

Villain carried Hero inside and laid them down on the couch.

“Sorry to bug you like this,” Hero mumbled, “ow. I know it’s a holiday and everything, but- mm…”

Villain gave Hero a gentle slap to the face.

“No sleeping,” they said, “talk to me. Who did this to you?”

“Dunno, they were in costume…”

“Hero,” Villain warned.

“Can’t you give me some ibuprofen before you interrogate me?”

Hero needed more than over the counter pain meds. They needed stitches, bandages, and probably a hospital visit if they were smart. Hero’s eyes started to droop closed. Another slap.

“Stay here. And don’t you dare go to sleep.”

Villain ran from the living room to get the med kit. When they got back, Hero was trying- and failing- to sit up.

“Hey! I said stay awake, not ‘get up and jostle your injuries’!”

“Sorry…”

Villain handed Hero some painkillers, which they took and swallowed dry. They grimaced as they went down. They started to clean their wounds.

“Now talk, or I will turn this into a kidnapping,” Villain said.

“Do you believe in monsters, Villain?”

“Come again?”

“You know, vampires, zombies, ghosts, those sorts of things.”

“I believe in politicians,” Villain stated, “as for the other monsters… where are you going with this?”

“Pretty sure I just met one… a vampire that is.”

“Okay, you’re delirious,” Villain sighed, moving on to stitching Hero up, “vampires aren’t real.”

Just then, the doorbell rang again. Villain sighed, they had left the outside light on when Hero showed up. They’d see to the one trick-or-treater, then turn it off.

Villain opened the door, and their eyes went wide.

“Greetings,” a pale, cloaked figure said, “I think you have something of mine… may I come in?”

“Who are you?” Villain asked.

The figure shed their cloak, and great bat wings sprouted out from their back. Their red eyes seemed to glow in the night, and they grinned widely.

“Who I am doesn’t matter, but I’m sure you’d agree that what I am certainly does.”

“Get lost, Vincent Price,” Villain ordered.

“Oh, I would reconsider,” the figure said, fangs glinting in the warm light of Villain’s porch, “you see, when I want something, I always get it.”

“Cute, you’re entitled,” Villain said, “scram, before I break this wooden table leg and plunge it into your heart.”

The stranger huffed.

“Be careful, human,” they said, “your abode might protect you now, but it will quickly become your prison if you don’t indulge me.”

“Entitled and melodramatic. Leave. Or just stand there until the sun comes up and turns you to dust, I really don’t care.”

With that, Villain slammed the door in the stranger’s face. Their brave façade cracked at once, and they stumbled over to Hero’s side.

“So,” they said, their voice going up an octave, “vampires, huh?”

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter Reader

Request: Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Third person pov...

It happened so fast that even Y/N had trouble remembering what happened. She rememberd she had jsut said good bye to her Dad and was on her way to school.

Her dad had been worried, There was a killer on the loose, targeting young girls between the ages of thirteen to sixteen with brown hair. The victims were always found tied to a chair, brutally beaten and traumatized.

Aaron was a part of the team assigned to the case and it hit too close to home. His own daughter fit the description of the victims, making him even more desperate to catch the killer.

The man had been weary about letting his daughter out, but realised he could keep her under lock and key, she had her life to live and had to go to school.

The 14 year old was casually walking to school, her bag on her back and happy walking in the sun, she passed by a suspicious car.

The instant she did she felt the persons eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking to school. Slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

A man then got out of said car, he was tall, kept his head down, he began to follow the teen. Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her dad and began walking quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The brown haired girl taps her Dads contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this she had to be quick.

DADDIO

Y/N

Ech

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N relaxes slightly, her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her dad still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you I'm running late for school" she says to the man soundly apologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

She taps on her phone suddenly it falls from her grip. Looking at the ground I  horror her phones screen was horribly cracked, she jsut hoped she was able to send the message.

The man then begins dragging her to his car, unlucky for her know one was around to see her being dragged off. Suddenly everything went black.

With Hotch...

Aaron Hotchner had just arrived at the office after seeing his children off to school, he sighs as he walks into the Bullpen.

The others had already arrived and were standing around Reids desk. Hearing his phone go off he gets it out, upon lookomg at the screen his face goes pale.

Gideon who was walking towards the man noticed the man face instantly and was worried. "Hotch? What's wrong?" He asks the man, drawing the attention off the team.

Soon they all surrounded their unit chief. The man had an iron grip on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Hotch, man tell us has something happened?" Asks Derek he taps the man's shoudler.

This seemed to jolt the man out of his frozen state. "Y/Ns in trouble" the team act, everyone gathering in the round table room.

Echo was there codeword for danger and Y/N and Jack knew they should knly use if for emergencies, Hotch knows Y/N would never abuse that rule.

Hotch pacing in the corner, Derek and Elle going over the evidence they have, Reid trying to form a geo plan of the unsubs comfort zone, JJ was on call with crime lab, Gideon ws thinking the evidence over while still calming down Hotch the man was wearing a hole into the floor.

"Hotch, you have to stay calm, we need you at your best to find Y/N" reasoned Gideon, the man managed to get the worried man to claim down slightly, he stopped pacing but tapped his finger against his leg instead

"Anything yet?" He asks impatiently. The team all shakes their heads, the man impatience grows as they work. Suddenly JJ gets a call. "Yes hello this is Agent Jareau, you have something" her voice gains the attention of the others.

"They found where Y/N had been taken" she explains to them Hotch visibly relaxes. Then JJs face goes worried. "What's wrong JJ?" Questions the man his anxiety on edge.

JJ thanks the person and ends the call. "Im sorry Hotch, all they could find was her phone. The screen had been smashed" she tells the worried Dad.

Hotch freezes. "What" he whispers as the team watch him.

With Y/N...

The 13 year old was in a dark room, stripped off her skirt and shirt, only in her shorts (she wears under skirts) and her tank top on. Shivers rack her naked body.

Either fear or the cold she didn't know, shivering she slowly looked around her head in pain from the punch she got from the man, she tried to move only her legs and wrist where tied to the cold uncomfortable chair she was on.

"Someone help me,please" she whispers to herself, she wants her dad, she wants to be home and in her dad's arms. "Daddy" she sobs to herself, suddenly a door is opened.

A bright light comes from a staircase she just realised, tears running down her face she sees the man from before walking down and coming towards her.

Shaking again she tries to move the chair away from the freak, she aches to be able to kick the man in the goods. " No go away leave me alone" she shouts to him, the man had a frightening look on his face.

As he got closer Y/N saw something shimmer in the light, it was a knife. E/C eyes widened in terror, her wiggling increased. "No no get away! Daddy daddy!" To her luck footsteps are heard upstairs.

She screams louder hoping to draw their attention to the basement. "Daddy daddy down here hurry" the man gabbed her face harshly to stop her from screaming.

The damage was done "let the girl go you son of a bitch!" Yells a very familiar voice, it was Derek Morgan one of Y/Ns uncle. E/C eyes once again fill with tears at the sight of her Dads team.

She sees the horrified looks on Elle, Gideon and Derek faces as the creep puts the knife against her throat, his face still covering her mouth.

Behind them she sees her Dad his face is angry, he wasn't happy. Taking a chance she bites the man hard, with a cry he let's her go but shoves the girl away making her fall back hitting her head on the wall.

Vision swimming she hears a gunshot, the creeps body falls next to her, muffled shouts are heard, before long she was being untied, then picked up by someone, recognising the scent she realises it was Derek.

She wraps her aching arms around his neck tightly as he wraps her in many blankets, sobbing loudly he tries to comfort her.

Derek rubs the girls back as Hotch gets a few punches in on the Unsub, he hated how long it to them to find him and save Y/N.

The traumatized girl continues to cry as Derek comforts her, once Gideon finally pulled Hotch off the Unsub the man remembers his daughter and goes to her.

Feeling guilty about not comforting her first, Derek puts the girl in his arms and walks away, Hotch shushes and bounces Y/N in his arms.

"Your safe now baby, its Daddy" he comforts, her Y/N continues to cry happy she was saved. "Dad your here your here" she cries Hotch just hugs her tightly not letting her go. "I'm here baby" he whispers.

The end!

Long one for this request.

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait of updating, I've been busy with classes. As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1610

[painsandconfusion]

Whump moments #44

"..you'll fail. You know that, right? I could squish you like a bug." The villain took a step closer, eyeing hero.

Hero stood their ground, squinting a glare. "Even if I fail, I have to try. This city won't stand aside and just let you take it."

"Mm. But what happens when you lose to me?" Another step.

Hero's legs twitched, begging them to run.

They didn't. "Then someone else will-"

"-No no," Villain cut them off. "I mean what happens to you."

Hero stood. Staring. Trying to puzzle out the words. Was this just a trick to throw them off their game? Hero pulled magic to their fingertips, ready to fire if Villain attacked them in their confusion.

"I won't kill you, you know," Villain drawled, side stepping to circle Hero instead.

Hero turned with them, refusing to take their eyes off the enemy. "...why."

"Because I like you...I think I'd rather just..take you home."

Lead sunk into Hero's stomach. In a flinch response, they attacked, sending a blast in Villain's direction.

Anything to get that visual - and all the possibilities - out of their head.

[itsnahhhh]

ur honor, i know he killed a guy and is a stalker n stuff, but have u considered: hes jus a lil guy and i love him?

anyway this is charles, he’s normally charlie but as a nerd yandere boy he’s charles, which. is So incredible to me. he’s my lil guyyyy 🧡🧡🧡

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

male corrin is a saucy little twink that i want to kidnap and put in a tower for my amusement

[cheesecakethots]

reserved yans that wait inside your home for you to come back from a late night out.

you unlock your door, stepping inside and shivering, goosebumps forming on your arms. you could’ve sworn you had shut all the windo-?

you feel a chest press against your back, and before you can scream a wet rag is held over your face, while another arm wraps around your waist, holding you impossibly closer to the intruder.

you shriek under the cloth, but it comes out like more of a pathetic whimper.

a pair of lips brush against your ear, “shh, shh,” the intruder murmurs softly, as your eyes slowly close and your body grows limp, right into their awaiting arms.

(johan, chrollo, nanami, quanxi)

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to reunite with my estranged son?

About twenty years ago, my wife died in childbirth. The twin babies died too. I was devastated, of course, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that's the biggest change my life has ever had. Since then, I've embraced religion and advanced quite a bit in my career.

Now, I've recently learned that I was deceived at that time, and that my son is alive. Worst of all, my old friend and teacher who abandoned me after my wife's death has been aware of him the entire time! And has teamed up with a drug dealer or something to kidnap my boy.

My former friend has been telling my son all sorts of crazy stuff and now he hates me because of my religion. I decided to be the bigger person. It's not my son's fault. And it's not my fault he grew up without a dad.

When we finally met, he didn't know I was his father even though he's been traveling with my former friend. I told him who I was, and I even offered him a job (like I said, I've advanced a lot in my career). But he just yelled that that couldn't be true, that he'd never join me, we had a fight, and he dropped out of my life.

I still feel his presence out there. I want to reach out again but he's clearly upset with me.

AITA?

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

yeah so ange and I shouldn't be allowed to make AUs together. the, um, cannibal kidnapping au is going well tho (Bdubs is dead, Grian is missing a kidney, Scar... well.)

[whumpshaped]

prompt by @whumpingaround and also tagging @writinggremlin bc u asked to be tagged i hope its ok

tw no holds barred beatdown, dehumanisation, captivity, kidnapping mention, threat of death

Whenever Whumpee was left in the dark about what they had done wrong, it was always more difficult to bear the punishment for it. And with Whumper absolutely refusing to speak a language they understood, that was most of the times they got punished.

It was their fault, really — at least they tried to tell themself that. If only they had put more effort into listening when Caretaker tried to teach them some common words, maybe they could've avoided a beating like this. Even now, as Whumper continued yelling and calling them names, Whumpee could only pick out a few of the insults.

Stupid. Mutt. Bitch.

Those were impossible to forget. Whumpee had heard them repeated every single day since their captivity had started. They didn't make anything easier; they could pick up on Whumper's anger through tone of voice and number of lashes alone, they didn't need to know what sort of vitriol they were spewing at any given moment.

What they needed were the commands, the ones more complex than heel or sit. Sometimes Whumper asked them things and all they could do was stare like a deer in headlights, petrified of saying the wrong thing. They usually said nothing at all, which proved to be at least half-effective, with Whumper laughing it off whenever they were in a good mood. They weren't in a good mood today.

Once they were a bloody, broken pulp, Whumper stepped away and let out a heavy sigh. They said something quite full of disdain before leaving, but Whumpee had no idea what, and in times like this, they desperately wanted to know. They wanted to understand. They wanted a chance to avoid this happening again.

They had no idea how long they'd spent lying there before they heard footsteps. They closed their eyes and prayed it was anyone but Whumper, and they knew they were listened to when their saviour spoke in English.

“That’s the last time you’ll ever forget your Spanish lesson, huh?" Caretaker. "Don't even answer. I know you'll keep doing this to yourself."

Whumpee managed a quiet whine, and Caretaker's diapproving expression softened into something more understanding.

"I know," they said gently, walking over to kneel by Whumpee's mess of a body. They put the first-aid kit on the floor and opened it, taking some cotton swabs and a bottle of disinfectant. "It's unfair. You hate it. 'Why don't they learn English if they want to order me around so badly?'"

Well, that was pretty accurate. It was unfair, and Whumpee did hate it. They hissed when Caretaker touched the wound above their eyebrow, and they hushed them.

"You have to understand, Whumpee. They've been doing this for decades. They're convinced that someone's gonna take them out any day now, with how notorious they've become. They're brushing up on their gunmanship, not their language skills."

"Why– why not take a dog that speaks Spanish, then...?" they whimpered. "I– I don't know what they want, I don't understand–"

"Because the dog that happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time unfortunately didn't have an no hablo español jacket on. Maybe they would've thought twice, then." Caretaker pulled their hand back, and Whumpee had the feeling that behind the dumb jokes, they were concerned about something.

"What?" they asked anxiously.

"They really don't think they have long left, you know. They're getting paranoid, they lose their temper a lot... They're getting trigger-happy."

Whumpee swallowed. "It's– it's not like that's my fault," they choked out.

"No. But maybe you should work on giving them as little reason to shoot as possible."

[whumperofworlds]

Live action video of Whumper knocking out Whumpee in order to kidnap them:

[rosyl12620]

Yandere Nishinoya Yuu x reader

(This takes place when Noya is in 3rd year)

You were, honestly speaking, extremely nervous to start high school. Especially when it was such a well-known school after the boys volleyball team made it to the nationals last year. You would’ve preferred a private school but Karasuno was the closest high school to your house.

You were supposed to meet a 3rd year for a school tour after school. The idea was each 1st year would get an individual tour led by a 3rd or possibly 2nd year.

“L/N Y/N?!” a loud and cheerful voice asked.

You lowered the piece of paper you were reading that explained the your system. A short boy with a strip of blonde hair was staring at you.

“That’s me,” you said timidly.

The boy beamed, “I’m Nishinoya Yuu! You can call me Noya though. I’ll be giving you a tour!”

You nodded.

This boy had to be a 2nd year, right? But while taking the tour he told you that he was a 3rd year. You had politely nodded even though you were surprised.

After the tour, Nishinoya stopped in front of the gym doors.

“I have volleyball practice. You can watch if you want, Y/N-chan!” Nishinoya told you.

“You guys went to the nationals last year, right?” you asked, “If you really don’t mind, I’d love to see your national level skills, Noya-senpai!”

Nishinoya’s eyes widened in joy when you called him “Noya-senpai”. It was that very moment that he fell. He fell in love with you.

————————————————————————

Now you were trapped. Trapped in his house. It’d been over a year that Nishinoya had kept you imprisoned in his bedroom.

“Y/N-chan!” a familiarly sickening voice called, “I’m home! I’ve missed you.”

You kept quiet.

He walked over to where you were tied to a chair beside his bed. He started untying the knots to free your wrists.

“Let’s cuddle, Y/N-chan!” Nishinoya suggested.

You reluctantly climbed onto the bed beside him. Nishinoya immediately strangled you with a hug and plastered kisses literally everywhere he could.

“I love you,” Nishinoya murmured, his head buried in your hair.

Again, you didn’t respond.

Nishinoya looked up at your face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, “Why are you so quiet all the time?”

You avoided eye contact and refused to answer the question.

“It’s alright Y/N-chan. I know you don’t really like talking,” he concluded, mostly to himself.

Nishinoya buried his head back into your hair.

You hated being trapped there. You hated the hugs, cuddles, kisses. And you especially hated you kind and caring he was after kidnapping you.

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One day, while Nishinoya was at work, you wriggled your wrists free from the ropes. You knew Nishinoya didn’t keep cameras around.

As you stepped outside for the first time after over a year, you breathed in the fresh air. The sights of nature.

But first things first, getting your captor in jail. You broke out into a sprint to the police station. You were taken in for questioning after you told them you’d been kidnapped.

After explaining the full story, the officers in the room with you shook their heads in dismiss.

“It seems like your so called ‘captor’ just wanted you to love them,” one of the officers said.

You were stunned, “But-“

“That’s enough. Now go home and get some rest,” the other officer said.

You slowly trudged your way out of the police station. If the police didn’t believe you, surely your parents would.

Once the shock and explanations were over, your own parents looked at you in concern.

“The police said that you had run away,” your mom said.

“They’re wrong. They refused to believe me,” you protested.

“I trust the authorities,” your dad said, “After all, you’re just a kid.”

You scoff. Abruptly standing up, you stormed out of the place you once called home.

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It had been a few months now. If you hadn’t escaped it’d be two year of captivity. When you escaped you never thought you’d want to go back.

Now, just looking at yourself disgusts you. Homeless, jobless, pathetic. You were useless and meaningless now.

It almost made you want to go back. You pushed the thought down. Even if you did, Nishinoya would be disgusted by you and he probably doesn’t even love you anymore anyways.

The breaking point came when Winter hit. It was freezing. You could tell that it’d snow soon. You needed shelter before that happens.

But where?

You hesitated at the door. You quickly composed yourself and knocked. The door swung open after a few seconds.

The eyes of a familiar short figure widened.

“Y/N-chan?” Nishinoya asked in shock.

You nodded.

“Y/N-chan! I’m so glad you’re okay! I’ve been so worried. I tried to find you but I found nothing. Let’s go inside. I bet you’re freezing,” he said.

“You mean it?” you asked, “After I left you? Even though I look like absolute crap?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Y/N-chan, you’re still perfect,” he said with a smile, “I love you. Now let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll make you something to eat after and we’ll cuddle.”

You nodded enthusiastically. Closing the door behind you, you had sealed your fate.

————————————————————————

You sat on the bed, still drying your wet hair. You felt so refreshed after a shower. Nishinoya gave you his sweater and sweatpants, promising to go out with you and buy some clothes for yourself one day.

Speaking of which, Nishinoya walked into holding a tray of your favourite foods. He sat now next to you.

“Thank you, Noya,” you said.

“No problem!” he responded.

After you were done your food, you and Nishinoya lay down on the bed and cuddled.

You realized you had truly missed it. The hugs, the cuddles, the kisses, and most of all, the love.

While you were taking in the warmth of his body, Nishinoya smirked. His plan worked perfectly. His influence had convinced everyone you were a run away. Now you had willingly come back to his arms.

Everything was perfect.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Spencer Reid x Autistic son reader

So sorry for taking so long to write this oneshot!

Requested by : Larri6ox

Request: Spencer is a dad to a 14 year old boy he is autistic and someone was stalking Spencer and yn one day after school he gets kidnapped Spencer was spiraling and the team searched for yn while that was going on yn was tied to a pole beaten and tasered it took the team 4 days to find yn Spencer ripped to the ropes off yn while the rest took down the unsub yn clung to his dad crying and overwhelmed he couldn't even speak Spencer comforted yn as the paramedics fixed him up yn slept in Spencer's arms when they got home yn was to scared to sleep by himself around 3 am yn woke up screaming from a nightmare Spencer woke up and held yn to comfort him yn was muttering about an accident Spencer got the hint that yn wet himself Spencer calms him down and helps yn get cleaned up they slept on the couch watching Tom and Jerry.

This is a long request, hope you like it.

Third person pov...

In the twilight's embrace, as the city buzzed with activity, a sinister plot unfolded, targeting an innocent youth named Y/N.

Y/N Reid was walking home from school when he found himself the unwilling target of a sinister stalker. Unbeknownst to him, a shadowy figure had been pursuing Special Agent Spencer Reid's beloved child, leaving Y/N vulnerable.

On that fateful day, as Y/N strolled home along the familiar path, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

A figure emerged from the darkness, his movements purposeful and menacing. Y/N's heart pounded with fear as he realized he was being followed.

Panic consumed him as he broke into a desperate run, his small legs carrying him as fast as he could.

But the unsub, his relentless pursuer, was closing in. The air grew thick with terror as Y/N's cries for help went unanswered. "Help me! Please!" He cries though knowone could hear him.

In a secluded alleyway, the unsub lay in wait. With a swift and ruthless move, he snatched Y/N and disappeared into the night.

Spencer, at his wits' end with worry, spiraled into a desperate search. The BAU team rallied around him, leaving no stone unturned.

Bound and helpless, he was tethered to a desolate pole, his body wracked with pain from relentless beatings and electric shocks. The cruel tormentors lingered nearby, their twisted minds devising further atrocities.

The unsub laughed as the boys screamed echoes through the dark warehouse.

The piercing screams of the taser echoed through the desolate space, leaving his body battered and broken. Fear gnawed at his soul as he endured unimaginable pain.

Y/N thought of his dad, he thought how he wouldn't give up on him, he knew he would save him he had too.

For days, the BAU searched tirelessly, their hearts heavy with each passing hour, Y/Ns absence tugged at their very souls. Especially Spencer, the man had forgot to sleep, eat.

He never left the bullpen he his only thought was Y/N, he had to find his son, then finally on the fourth day, a breakthrough emerged from the darkness. A tip led them to the warehouse where the H/C boy was being held captive.

With lightning speed, Spencer raced through the labyrinthine corridors, his determination fueled by the desperate hope of finding his child alive. As he burst into the warehouse, a sight met his eyes that sent shivers down his spine.

A pipe stood in the middle of the dark room, the smell was awful filled with sweat and dried blood. His eyes filled with anger. "Y/N!" He yells racing over to the likp body.

"Don't be dead don't be dead" he muttered as he neared the limp body of his Son.

Y/N was tied to the pole, his body bruised and battered, hung helpless from the pole. Spencer's heart shattered as he ripped the ropes from his son's frail body.

The boy fell limply into his Dad's arms, Spencer quickly covered the boy and held him tightly. "Shush shush its okay Baby, I'm here I'm here " he mumbled in the H/C hair dried blood stuck to the strands.

He held his son in his arms, the boy shaking as if it was winter, the agent could tell his was overwhelmed and didn't push him to talk only happy that he was alive.

As the boy was cut from his bonds the rest of the team swiftly apprehended the unsub, their rage a palpable force in the air.

Spencer held his precious boy close, offering him a safe haven from the nightmare he had endured, he continued to carry the boy out of the warehahouse and outside where the paramedics were waiting, they had been called before hand.

As they worked Spencer held his son, the boy had found solace in the gentle presence of his protector, grateful he was safe and finally not being hurt.

The warmth of his dad's arms and the gentle sway of their bodies brought a sense of serenity amidst the turmoil, he fell into the light sleep.

Back at home, it took Spencer a few hours to get the boy to sleep, Y/N had been on edge and awake for four days straight, but once he was asleep it was almost 1am, Spencer kept the door open slightly so he would hear if the boy had a nightmare.

The man situated himself in the living room, on the sofa he sat with a book in his hands, hearing any sounds that came from his son's room, he was ready to leap up and go to his son if he needed.

Hours later he awoke with a scream of pure anguish, A nightmare had gripped him, his body jerking and his voice filled with anguish as he whispered of an accident.

Tangled in his sheets he attempted to run but couldn't, bejng stuck reminded him of the ropes.

After hearing the scream Spencer had leaped from the sofa throwing his book away he ran to his Son room, throwing the door open he saw the boy was stuck, the covers had wrapped around his ankle.

Seeing the problem Spencer quickly unwrapped the blanket trapping the boy, leg now free Y/N woke up fully.

Looking around breathing heavy. "Daddy!" He cries hands out reaching for his Dad, Spencer quickly sat down next to the boy and pulled him into his arms.

"It's okay N/N, it's me its Dad" at that Y/N relaxed and slumped into the man's arms, Spencer rubbed his back before pulling the boy into his arms, appealing enought pressure that made Y/N feel safe.

After a few minutes Spencer tried to get Y/N to release him but the boy wouldn't budge. "Y/N, is something wrong?" He whispers, the boy nods his head. He mutters something into his Dad's shoudler.

The young Dr is confused before he sees the wet ost where his son was sleeping, he then realises, comforting the boy he clean up the remnants of his nightmare, changing his soiled clothes and tending to his shaken body.

Once he was done Y/N still wouldn't let go of him, realising he was still scared Spencer took him to the living room. He also grabbed numerous pillows and soft blankets for them and set them on the sofa.

As they settled back on the couch, Reid held Y/N close, his heart aching with both love and protectiveness, he put on Y/Ns favourite cartoon Tom and Jerry.

Together, they drifted off to sleep on the couch, Spencer laying his back to the arm of the sofa, on top rest his son tucked into his chest breathing normal, no longer shaking from the nightmare, the animated antics of Tom and Jerry providing a soothing backdrop to their weary minds.

The end!

Finished hoped you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes!

Requests are open!

Word count : 1365

[zimanddibromance]

Some art for my iz AU, Cuffed! I haven’t posted it yet and I’m working it alongside The Cave and Dead Dib AU.

This one is more simple and less angsty (there’s still a little angst tho) and it’s just the boys being forced to work together after getting kidnapped LOL

[janahanooo]

HoL group chat

Mc: @Asmo

Mc: @Asmo

Mc: can someone please call asmo?? Urgent matter

Satan: mc is something wrong? For what do you need Asmo?

Mc: no time to explaine sorry

Mc: @Asmo

Asmo: do you need me darling?

Mc: finaly, you know the bar you mentioned last time?

Asmo: yeah?

Mc: so, some guys thought it would be funny to drag me out and leave me in a container and-

Satan: what?

Mc: I have a feeling I'm on a ship rn...

Asmo: ...

Asmo: I'm calling Lucifer... and Satan is on his way so don't worry

Mc: thx

Mammon: wtf?????