#kidnapp

*Sir Reginald Hargreeves Hangs Up*

Warnings: Yandere Peter, stalking, kidnapping

Notes: Hi! This is my first time writing and also english isn´t my first language so if i make any mistakes please forgive me. Also remember this is a dark/yandere writing containing sensitive and triggering content, so read at your own risk. I hope you guys like this and give me feedback. I love you :) Enjoy 

he loves to stalk you - wherever you go is where he also goes

always keeping track of you at distance

has a bunch of cameras installed on your room so that he can watch you whenever he wants to

Peter especially likes to come at night to see you sleep, you looked so peaceful and small that he wishes he could join you in bed

as the months go by, he gets impacient, whtat´s the point of loving someone if they aren´t with you? 

it reaches a point where Peter starts to carefully develop a plan to kidnap you - you didn´t belong to the world, you were his to keep

stealing your clothes everytime they went to laundry, spying your parent´s daily routine

one day, Peter hacks into your mom´s phone texting you to meet “her” in a specific palce 

once you get there you start getting scared, it was a lonely place without anyone not even your mom 

you think about leaving the place and call your mom when Peter casually shows up. At first, you were relieved to see someone from school but htne he starts saying your mom couldn´t come so she sent him instead and you immediatly knew it was a lie. Your mom didn´t even knew who Peter was.

Oh noooo! 

Mainland + Blond’s

Danny really has good reason to hate the Mainland now and Mac decides that being blond is overrated.

Prompt: Cages

MacGyver/Hawaii 5-O crossover

Part 12 of Love + Angst 

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1 [Danny & Mac]

Mac felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to his forehead. He moaned weakly as he pried his sore eyes open before instantly closing them at the sudden brightness.

“Easy buddy, take it slow.” A male voice coached and Mac found himself following the advice and soon the world didn’t seem so bright and everything swam into focus. That’s when Mac realized he was in trouble.

“Don’t try and sit up, it looks like you have a pretty nasty head wound and who knows what they are pumping you full of.” The voice returned and Mac squinted down at his right elbow where he felt a pinching sensation coming from and blinked at the IV line that was coming from his skin.

He lifted his left hand to pull it out but cold metal and a clinking sound made him pause. He looked over at his left wrist to see it was handcuffed to a steel rod, which made no sense to Mac. Mac slowly looked around and groaned; of course, it made sense if he was inside of a cage.

“Yeah, that was my reaction,” The voice snorted and Mac slowly turned his head to the left to see an identical cage sitting a few feet away from his. A ruffled blond with slick-backed hair was sitting against the far side of his cage, his dress pants and shirt dirtied with blood and dirt.

“Where are we?” Mac asked, voice raspy and he licked his chapped lips as he slowly levered himself up, the world briefly spinning around him before he blinked rapidly and slumped against the side of his cage breathing heavily.

“No idea, the bastards who grabbed me, kept me unconscious the whole time.” The blond gritted his teeth, looking like he was beating himself up over it.

“Sounds familiar, why am I drugged up and you’re not?” Mac asked as he noted the heavy cast iron shackle that was latched too tight around his right ankle and the matching chain looped around one of the steel rods.

“You injured one of the bastards when they grabbed you, must have freaked them out enough to keep you doped up.” The blond ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing some stray pieces back into place.

“I’m Mac,” Mac offered as he tried to remember what had led up to him being taken, he hated to say it but at least it wasn’t Murdoc this time.

“Danny,” The man gave a brief smile and shifted over to the side of his cage that was closer to Mac’s, a clinking noise made Mac realize Danny was shackled as well.

“Any idea who took us?” Mac asked, suddenly glad he wasn’t alone in this mess and that Danny seemed oddly calm about this whole thing.

“I saw some other cages in another room each time they bring in water and bread, all of them fit blond males… I hate to say it but it looks like human trafficking.” Danny surmised and Mac frowned at the thought.

“I think being blond may be overrated now,” Mac muttered getting a brief laugh from Danny.

“Figures I’d be taken on the mainland, Steve is going to love this,” Danny muttered as he swiped his palms down his pants.

“Mainland?” Mac asked, needing to talk to try and fight back against the drugs that were keeping him feeling heavy and off balance.

“Oh right, I’m from Hawaii well now I am. I just came back to LA for a layover to Jersey to see my family. That was maybe a day ago? Steve is anal about me checking in when I’m traveling so since I haven’t in 24 hours he should be looking and he’ll find us. He isn’t a SEAL for nothing.” Danny explained, looking fond as he spoke about Steve the SEAL and Mac felt suddenly lonely and he hoped Jack realized he was gone.

“SEAL huh? Mine was my Overwatch in the army and he just kind of followed me home, if both of them are looking for us then we should be rescued sometime soon.” Mac said confidently before shutting his eyes and breathing through another dizzy spell.

“Mac, hey, look we aren’t going anywhere in the meantime so try and get some sleep yeah?” Danny advised as he looked at the younger blond in concern.

“Yeah, good plan… Try and get that bolt out of the cage and maybe, maybe you can use it to get your door open… Jack will be here soon…” Mac said drowsily before his eyes slid shut and his head lolled to the side.

Danny took a few breathes to stop himself from freaking out about Mac passing out, it was just the drugs and if they were being held by human traffickers than they wanted them in relatively good shape.

Danny looked at the bolt and shook his head in disbelief, the kid was drugged to the gills but still managed to find the one bolt that wasn’t all but nailed into the cement floor. Danny settled by the bolt and got to work.

It was tedious work and his fingers were a bloodied mess but in the end, Danny had a bolt settled on the palm of his hand and he didn’t feel as useless as he had before. He tugged on the shackle that had been a source of annoyance for a while now and frowned at the lock, it would be impossible without the key and Danny didn’t know how much time they had.

Traffickers didn’t stay in one place too long, especially if people started to hunt them down and Danny had no doubts Steve was doing just that.

Danny could have collapsed in relief when gunshots began to echo around the warehouse, instead of relaxing Danny got into a crouched position and held the bolt up like a weapon and to him it was. Danny bared his teeth as the door was kicked in and an unfamiliar man in black unmarked tactical gear stormed in, his gun still raised. The moment his eyes landed on Mac, unconscious inside of the cage next to Danny, his face melted into one Danny had seen on Steve’s face many times.

“You must be Jack,” Danny said in realization as the man who was followed by the rest of a tactical team swarmed the room, knelt next to Mac’s cage, hands fluttering around the IV.

“Yeah, and you must be Danny Williams. McGarrett has been going nuts with you missing.” Jack nodded at Danny who slumped onto the floor but kept his grip on the bolt.

“Steve, is he here?” Danny asked as a man opened the cage doors with a set of keys they must have gotten off of their kidnappers.

“Yeah, he’s here the crazy man. McGarrett, we found them. South building!” Jack said into his com piece and quickly entered Mac’s cage, unlocking the shackle and cuff, gathering the unconscious blond into his arms protectively.

Danny was being helped out of the cage, his leg feeling ridiculously lighter when Steve and Junior burst into the room, both decked out in their own tactical gear.

“Danno,” Steve breathed out in relief as he shoved his gun into his holster and pulled Danny into a tight hug. Danny clung to the taller man, not realizing he was shaking until he was in Steve’s arms.

“You found me,” Danny said into Steve’s shoulder and blinked back the wetness that was stinging at his eyes.

“Always Danno,” Steve promised fiercely, kissing the blond’s forehead.

“Hey, Jack? Thanks, man,” Steve nodded at his old army friend who had Mac in his arms bridal style.

“No problem brother, we found them,” Jack said as he looked down at Mac with soft eyes before leaving the room and the cages behind.

“He looks at Mac like you look at me, I wonder how long it will take them to get their heads out of their ass’s.” Danny mused as he, Steve and Junior followed Mac and Jack.

“Hopefully not as long as it took us,” Steve said with a smile on his face.

“No kidding, I can’t imagine what it was like before Tani and I joined,” Junior muttered under his breath and laughed when Steve shot him a playful glare.

“Nah even drugged out of his mind, the kid was insistent that his Jack would save us,” Danny commented and Steve just smiled knowingly.

“You should have seen Jack, I thought I was going out of my mind but he was another level,” Steve said just as knowingly. They just exchanged looks when they stepped outside and spotted Jack caressing Mac’s face, as the blond was now awake and strapped to a stretcher, words being traded in soft tones.

Kirsa Jensen was a 14-year-old Colenso High School student from Napier, New Zealand. On the 1st of September, 1983, Kirsa planned to meet her friend at Awatoto Beach. Rain caused her friend to cancel but Kirsa decided to still go. She took her horse, Commodore, with her, leaving her home at around 2:45PM. When Kirsa never returned, her mother reported her missing.

Shortly afterwards, Commodore was found untethered near a The Tutaekuri River in Awatoto but Kirsa was nowhere to be found. A witness came forward to say he had seen Kirsa near the World War Two gun emplacement at the mouth of the Tutaekuri River. He also said that Kirsa appeared to have blood on her face and that she was speaking to a man in a white utility vehicle. Shortly afterwards, the witness saw the man from the white utility vehicle holding Kirsa. He described the man as bald and middle-aged. A search around the gun emplacements uncovered a bridle and hoof prints. Investigators theorised Kirsa had been abducted here and her abductor had tied Commodore up at the gun emplacement before he managed to free himself. Another witness came toward to say he too had seen the white utility vehicle but later than the previous witness. He said at around 4:30PM, he saw the vehicle driving off the bridge and in the passenger seat, was a girl who looked like Kirsa. He described the man as Caucasian and around 20-30 years old with brown hair.

The first suspect in the disappearance was John Russell, a local orchard worker with a rape conviction. As it turned out, Russell was the first witness to claim he had seen Kirsa with a bloodied face. Investigators searched his home and his truck but could find no evidence to connect him to the disappearance. Nevertheless, in 1985, Russell confessed that he had abducted and murdered Kirsa before subsequently recanting his statement, claiming he was mentally ill. No charges were ever laid against him and in 1992, Russell committed suicide after checking himself out of a psychiatric hospital. It would later be announced that there was more evidence to suggest Russell wasn’t involved in Kirsa’s disappearance.