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Sneak peak of the Kidnapped Style fic I'm writing for @kaleidoskuls

Style wakes up slowly, which is probably a good thing, because it gives him time to adjust to the pain his body is in. 

He tries to stretch, to shake out his tingly limbs, but startles when he realizes that he can't. 

His eyes snap open, and he looks around in complete confusion. 

He's shirtless and tied to a chair in a cold, dark, cellar-like room. 

Where the fuck is he? 

And how did he get here? 

The last thing he remembers is leaving Kant at the pool…he was heading straight to the Diner but…obviously he never made it there. 

At first, he thinks that maybe this is just an amped up version of a role play. He and Fadel were kind of working their way through some fun scenes, but there's a few things about this situation that indicate that this is not a part of one of Fadel's kinky plans. 

One being the lack of a heads up, and two being that they'd agreed that drugs were off the table. And by the way his head feels like he'd downed a fifth of his Dad's special tequila and his mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, he's pretty sure he's coming down from being drugged. 

But who the hell could have-

Do you think the police are just going to let them go if we find their boss? Stop trying to think your way out of this, Style. Even if we find out who they work for, this only ends in two ways. 

Kant's voice echoes in his head, and he realizes just who it is that has him. 

It's his boyfriend's boss. The one that hands out the hits.

He doesn't have much time to worry about that though, because as soon as he starts moving and making noise the door opens and a man with glasses and a smartly dressed middle aged woman come into the room. 

“Ah, is our guest finally awake?” The woman says, voice dripping fake sweetness as she approaches him.

Style shifts the best he can in order to gather enough confidence to reply, “Oh? Is this a hotel? If so, I'm definitely giving it 1 star. Your hospitality really needs work, and the accommodations are crap.” 

When the woman smiles, it's sharp. Lethal. It makes Style's skin crawl. 

She looks over at the man. “It looks like we have a funny one on our hands. I didn't think my son was into comedic acts.” 

He can't hold back his reaction. “You're Fadel's mom?”

That doesn't make sense because Fadel said his parents were murdered, and the look in his eyes when he said it….he wasn't lying. 

She doesn't respond, only rakes her eyes over him before glaring and turning away, walking back towards the door. 

“If you make him talk, I'll let you out on the field next time.” She says to the man, who just gives a deep wai and a muttered, Yes, Khun Mae, and then she's gone. 

That was definitely the boss. A boss that refers to her hitman as her fucking sons. 

Now he's alone in the room with the man who looks at him like he's dog shit oj the bottom of his shoe. When he strides closer, Style realizes that he recognizes him. 

“You came to the diner.” He says, “To see Fadel. Who the hell are you people?” 

The other man just frowns and takes off his glasses, tucking them away in his shirt pocket before rolling up the sleeves of his nice dress shirt. 

“I’m the one that asks the questions here." He says before grabbing a handful of Style’s hair. It hurts, but he's had worse. Fadel has pulled it harder. 

“Then ask your questions and get this over with.” He hisses. He knows he probably sounds like a spy. He probably sounds like a cocky asshole fitting the role they believe him to be in. 

But the truth is…he's absolutely terrified. 

He can handle some pain…but torture? He can't handle that. He'll do his best, but he knows himself. He will eventually fold if they hurt him enough. 

He just hopes Fadel goes looking for him before he rats out his best friend and lands him in a seat right next to him. 

“What are your plans with Fadel?” The man asks, digging his fingers into his jaw. 

If it had been Fadel doing it, he would be getting turned on, but since it isn't, Style is only irritated and a little afraid. “To love and cherish him.” He says, partially to be a smart ass, but also because it's the truth. 

But apparently, the man doesn't agree. He lets go, only to viciously backhand him across the face. 

“Why are you spying on him?” 

“I’m not.” He insists, “I like him. Why are you doing this? Are you his family or something?" 

He ignores his question and hits him again. “Who sent you?” 

His lip splits. He can taste the blood on his tongue. “No one. Why would anyone send me to spy on my boyfriend?” 

That's apparently not the right thing to say. 

He brings back his fist and lands a solid punch to his abdomen. Style immediately groans with the force and pain of it. He feels like he's going to vomit. 

“Who sent you to spy on him?” He asks again. 

“Nobody!" He repeats, trying and failing to prepare for the next hit to his stomach. 

“Who are you working for?!” 

“My Dad!! I’m a fucking mechanic!” 

It goes on and on. Style answering the questions with half truths. He keeps Kants name out of his mouth and tries to get this guy to understand that he loves Fadel. He's not whatever or whoever they think he is. 

But no matter what he says or doesn't say, the violence continues, until his right eye swells shut and blood drips down his chin from his nose and shredded lip. He's in so much pain he can hardly stay present. He wants to just float away in his head. 

But then the man puts his hands around his throat and everything comes back online. He is choking him hard, putting in the effort to bring him to unconsciousness, but before he can slip awwy, his body does something stupid. A moan slips out. 

And well, he's starving, tired, and only fucking human. 

The man looks shocked as he releases his hold on him, but then he grins.“Oh? Maybe you have been telling the truth. Maybe you are just Fadel's little slut-”

He spits blood on the man's face. “Fuck you. Only Fadel can call me that.” 

He only gets to see a glimpse of the fury on the guys face before he's hit so hard the chair falls backwards…

And he slips into blissful unconsciousness.

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Fadel saying, “I think I’m in love with you” right after the call is devastating. It’s not even like he’s saying, “screw it, I’m all in” he’s saying, “fine, what else is there to do?”. At this point there is no further heartbreak. He can admit what is true because atp he “knows” Style doesn’t feel the same. It’s all a giant scheme for Kant/Style. So now that he’s aware, what is worse than believing the person you fell for is “probably” trying to ruin you? PURPOSELY? Fadel doesn’t have to worry about going all in because there is no worst case scenario, he was just told the worst case scenario. Now there isn’t anything that could break him any more than he’s been broken. He gets to say, “I love you” without fear because his deepest fear was being used and that already came true.

So what the hell? “I think I’m in love with you” it is. Because what can one last confession do to him that the call didn’t?

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"You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now? You were my town; now I'm in exile seein' you out." EXILE (TAYLOR SWIFT FEAT. BON IVER)

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THE HEART KILLERS (2024) I EP. 6 "Fadel. They're the snitches."

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Wouldn’t you say, on that day, if we’d known we were going to fall in love, we wouldn’t have hurt each other? Today, we know we love each other. Why should we be apart? I can forgive you for everything. What about you? Will you forgive me? Ai… Ai loves May. Ai loves May. May, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

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Oh no; he's going soft. THE HEART KILLERS (2024)

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Reblogging this because I literally posted this after ep4 ???? And in ep5 he is already having doubts???? HALF IN LOVE?? IM going insane 🤠

And when Style tells Kant he wants out of the deal, because he loves Fadel and does not want him to go to prison???? He does not want to see him suffer more than he did already???? What then?? What about my mental health???

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You wanna do it here? Don’t tell me you never fantasized about garage sex.

THE HEART KILLERS | EP5

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NANDOR THE RELENTLESS and GUILLERMO DE LA CRUZ WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS "The Finale"

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#so that's what they did in the shadows

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DERRY GIRLS | 2.01

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"no wonder he always seems dead set on killing me."

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Serious talk now... Has Fadel every said Style's name out loud? He has addressed him as Kant's "mechanic friend" to others, but has he verbally ever called Style, to his face, his name? Let alone out loud once?

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WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2019-2024) SEASON 6, EPISODE 10: THE PROMOTION

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I don't like feeling like this.

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Be my boyfriend. Give me a chance. You don’t even know me. And what about it? I’ll learn more about you when you’re my boyfriend. I’m 100% in. It’s your turn to let me in a little bit.

THE HEART KILLERS | EP4