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BTS Reacts to You Coming Home with Your Arm in a Sling

Hey guys! It’s been a while! This is the first request I’ve gotten since I reopened my request! It’s been nice writing a request again! I hope you guys like it. I just banged it out quickly before I have to get ready for work.

Request: I have a bts reaction request where you have an arm injury that resulted in your arm being swollen and getting a ruptured vein from going through a cat scan at a hospital and you have to have your arm in an arm sling for 2 weeks. Sorry if it’s detailed but it’s because this happened to me and it’s not fun AT ALL!!!

1. Jin

Jin is the type to overly worry. When you come home with a sling, he’s just a little bit panicked. As far as he knew, this was just going to be a routine procedure but now you’re injured and he is meticulously reading through the doctor’s notes on how to care for your injury. If the injury causes you to have any kind of movement issues, he is there to pick up the slack and take care of you however you’re willing to accept it. He takes over making meals whenever he can and making sure that you’re resting. He knows that taking care of yourself and resting is important to heal better and he’s going to make sure you get better, no matter what.

“Come here princess, let me take a look at it. I just want to make sure it’s looking better,” Jin’s touch is soft as he examines your arm, his eyebrows pinched in concentration.

2. Suga

Yoongi is very much the type to quietly take care of you. He keeps the kitchen stocked with your favorite snacks and drinks for when he isn’t home. He cooks you your favorite meals and always helps you without complaining. He’s read through the doctor’s instructions three times to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. He knows exactly how you feel having to have your arm in a sling, especially since he had to use one after his shoulder surgery. He’s very perceptive of your needs and often helps to take care of them before you fully realize that it’s come up.

“I made dinner. Why don’t we eat and then we can watch a movie, okay Kitten?” Yoongi presses a kiss to your forehead, helping you up off the couch and over the dining table.

3. J-Hope

Hoseok is an overly worried type. When you come home injured and in a sling, his expression would become shocked. He would ask too many questions, not giving you time to answer them until he loses steam. He would sit you on the couch, examining you in an attempt to make sure you’re not injured anywhere else. You would basically have to force him to go to any of his schedules because he would just want to stay home and take care of you.

“But what if you need me?” Hoseok pouts, his best attempt at puppy dog eyes making an appearance,” I’m always supposed to be here when you need me, Sunshine?”

4. RM

Namjoon would let you explain the entire situation before he comments, wanting to make sure he fully understands the situation. With your arm being a sling, he would likely call Yoongi to get notes on what kind of care or assistance you would need. He knows that Yoongi is not the type to accept help easily, but he’s had an arm injury before so he wants to make sure he has all the knowledge he needs. He would make sure to come home earlier than he normally does, wanting to make sure you feel cared for and looked after.

“It doesn’t hurt too bad, does it baby?” Namjoon holds you close, the two of you cuddled up in bed,” I can’t help worrying that you’re in too much pain.”

5. Jimin

Jimin’s eyes would end up filled with tears the moment he sees you, mostly from being shocked by your suddenly injured form appearing before him. When you explain exactly what happened, he would be the one that wants to talk directly to the hospital and demand to understand why this happened. He’s the type would would never be confrontational when it came to him but to square up when someone he cares about is injured. He’s also going out of his way to baby you, probably more than actually required but he can’t help it.

“Angel, you need to stay laying down. I’m going to go get us some snacks and drinks. Don’t you dare move from that spot,” Jimin gives you a pointed look, ignoring your continual reminder that your legs are in no way injured.

6. V

Taehyung is the sweetest bean and all he can think of is trying to make you feel comfortable. He would have you constantly looked after, if not by himself than having Yeontan “take over for him” when he leaves. It’s cute and endearing and would likely be an attempt to make you laugh. He has Yeontan go through rigorous “training” that has absolutely nothing to do with looking after you just to make you laugh. Mostly, he just wants to make sure that you’re not overly worried about it. If you need to have asexual serious talk, he’s absolutely able to do that, but he also wants to make sure that you feel more normal.

“Okay, Yeontan, you have to look after Muffin for me while I go to work,” Taehyung says very seriously, knelt on the ground in front of the small dog. You can’t help rolling your eyes at the nickname Taehyung had taken up calling you as he had decided it was adorable and would not let it go.

7. Jungkook

Jungkook is another one who might tear up seeing you injured. He’s always been incredibly soft and we all know that he cries quite easily so it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. He is the type to constantly ask you if you need anything, wanting to make sure you feel well looked after. He’s constantly cuddling you and giving you some attention. All the injury is not life-threatening, it would still remind him that there is a possibility of you being injured worse someday and he’s now become temporarily paranoid about it. He won’t let you do anything he deems as ‘dangerous’ though some of them are odd, like being unable to shower alone in case you ‘slip and fall’.

“That’s not fair, Doll,” Jungkook pouts, looking at the dinner you had prepared and set out for the two of you to share,” You should have waited for me to get home and we could have made it together. What if you had gotten hurt and I wasn’t home?”

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Werewolf BTS Reacts to Finding Their Mate but They’re Being Abused

Hey guys! I’m still waiting on some requests to come in so I’m just writing whatever comes to mind. So, welcome to a random BTS Werewolf reaction based on the random dream I had last night. I hope you enjoy! Send me any requests you might have! I would love to bring them to life for you! Thank you!

Summary: By chance, BTS meets their mate but they quickly learn that the girl they meet has had a much rougher time then they expected.

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse, allusions to sexual abuse (J-Hope), abusive family, abusive pack, Omega Center abuse, and S/O (not BTS) abuse.

1. Jin

The dinner had started out relatively normal. The pack had decided to go out to celebrate a new treaty that had been put in to act, one that they had been working on for years. He almost doesn’t notice the scent at first, crisp apple and spicy cinnamon. It quickly consumes his mind though as his eyes search the restaurant. Jimin quickly notices the change.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks him softly, trying not to draw attention to Jin’s concerned state. Jin doesn’t answer, his eyes searching the nearby tables for the source of the scent. When he finds it, his heart nearly drops.

She sits a couple tables away from him, her back to him. A man sits at the table across from her. They would almost look like they were in love if Jin couldn’t see how tightly the man was gripping her hand. He almost misses the soft whimper she lets out.

He moves before he can think, feeling his packmate’s eyes on him as he approaches the table. He can feel the moment she notices his scent, her eyes seeking him out before she can stop herself. Her lower lip trembles a little, her eyes wide and somewhat scared.

“What do you want?” The man glares at him, his garbage scent almost covering the scent of his sweet mate.

“Why don’t you remove your hand from my mate, to start?” Jin snaps, his hands settling on the table as he meets the eyes of the man head on.

“Your mate?” The man scoffs,” That’s my mate.”

“Are you sure? Because it doesn’t seem like she wants you touching her,” Jin reaches down to separate the two hands, the girl immediately cradling her hand. Jin crouches in front of her, his eyes soft,” If you want, we can leave and you’ll never have to see him again.”

“You want me?” Her voice is so soft and sad that it breaks his heart.

“Yes I do, princess,” He tucks her hair behind her ear,” I’ll always want you. You’re my mate.”

“Thank you,” Her words are a soft whisper. He smiles and helps her up. By the time he can focus on his surroundings again, Jimin and Jungkook have dragged the man out of the restaurant.

“Lets introduce you to our pack, huh?” He helps her up gently, his arm wrapping around her to keep her pressed into his side. He’ll have to keep his wolf in check, otherwise, he’s going to catch a murder charge as he notices a bruise peeking out from under the makeup on his cheek.

2. Suga

When Yoongi entered the house, he immediately felt uncomfortable. He was invited over by the pack to scent test and see if his mate resided within the pack house. If he were to find his mate in this pack, it would create a better bond, one that Namjoon could use to his advantage. He’s never heard good things about this pack. They have a strong distaste for Omegas and often treat them in degrading manners.

He doesn’t notice the scent at first. It’s faint. Most of the scents in the house make him nauseous, especially the Alpha walking beside him. His scent is too tinged with a garbage like scent, it’s almost overwhelming. He almost missed the sweet note of honey combined with sharp citrus that draws him in. He follows it without thinking, ending up outside of a door that looks different than the rest on the hall. He grabs the doorknob but it’s locked.

“Why is this door locked?” He tries to keep his tone calm but his Alpha is not amused by this situation.

“Ah, one of our Omegas is in there. She’s a runner so we have to keep her detained like this,” The Alpha takes a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. The scent is much stronger here. An Omega is curled up on a rickety twin bed with a bare frame, a chain trailing from her ankle to the metal frame. He has to stop a growl from rumbling out of him, his own Alpha quickly becoming angry by her obvious mistreatment. She hasn’t even been allowed a nest for comfort.

“Hello,” He says softly, his gummy smile taking over his face when she peeks up at him. He has to force himself to ignore the bruises littering her skin or he might actually kill the Alpha standing behind him. He crouches beside the bed she lays on, not touching her to give her time to take in and become used to her scent.

“Hi,” Her voice is soft and weak, like she doesn’t use it often. He lifts his hand slowly, keeping it in line of sight as he slowly caresses her cheek. She nuzzles into his hand, making his heart stutter.

“I would like to take you home to my pack, if that’s something you want. You’ll be safe there and no one will touch you like that again,” He leans forward slowly, his forehead pressing to hers. He can feel her nod against his forehead, her eyes filling with soft tears.

“Please,” her response is faint but he still hears it. He smiles once more before he pulls away, his face falling into his normal mask as he turns to the Alpha.

“Remove the chain,” His tone is more of a growl than he intended but he finds he doesn’t really care.

“Are you sure you want this one?” The question causes Yoongi to growl, his eyes flashing.

“If you don’t take this chain off of my mate right this moment, you’ll have a lot less limbs than you do currently,” Yoongi snaps, his eyes narrowing into a glare. The Alpha moves quickly, unlocking the chain and moving away before I decide to make good on my promise. The skin on her ankle is badly burned from the silver chain.

Yoongi scoops her up gently, her face immediately nuzzling into his neck to nudge his scent gland. A soft purr leaves him at the action, his arms holding her securely. If they think they’re going to get some deal after this, when he’s found that his mate has been abused, they’re dead wrong. Yoongi would gladly dismantle their entire pack and watch it burn to the ground.

“If you come near my mate ever again, your own death is the last thing you’ll have to worry about,” He narrows his eyes at the Alpha one last time before he carries his mate out to his waiting car,” It’s okay, baby. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

3. J-Hope

Hoseok hates the concept of Omega Centers. Most of them, while parading around with their fake good intentions, are usually abusing their Omegas. If an Omega goes into heat, some of the staff decide to take care of it themselves or they mistreat the Omegas. He didn’t want to support them, but when he felt the pull, he hand to follow. If his mate is in here, he wants them out as soon as possible.

“If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you through the displays,” The woman that speaks sounds cheerful but Hoseok finds he already hates her. It’s like the Omegas are in little cells. One wall is made of glass, the other three of bare bricks. They have a single bed and a single blanket, nothing else to break the monotony. There’s a small hole in the glass to allow their scents through. The combination of scents is almost overwhelming, even for him, but the soft scent of honeysuckle makes its way to him.

When he follows it, he peers through the glass to see an Omega curled up on the bed, her back to the glass. He doesn’t say anything, immediately going to the back where the door is and letting himself in to the room. She glances up at him and the fear that takes over his expression makes him cringe.

“I won’t hurt you,” He says softly, holding his hands up for her to see them. He can tell the moment his scent reaches her, her whole body relaxing and a soft smile taking over her face.

She sits up and turns to face him, her softness making him let out a soft coo. He walks closer slowly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but she’s also standing, practically jumping into his arms. Her face nuzzles into his chest, her whole body practically shaking. She doesn’t have to say it, he can feel her relief at him being here. Her hands clutch him like he’s going to disappear. He holds her close, his face nuzzling into her hair and taking in her sweet scent. A throat clears behind him.

“I’m sorry sir. You didn’t give me a chance to say anything before we came in. This one has actually already been claimed,” The woman speaks behind him and Hoseok can feel his hackles raising at the thought of someone claiming what’s his.

“By who?” His voice is deceptively even. He can feel his mate grip him tighter, her whole body vibrating with her fear.

“One of the staff here has taken a liking to her. He was planning to take her home,” The woman explains it like it isn’t a big deal, like it’s normal for men to take mates that aren’t theirs.

“You guys were just going to let someone take my mate away? That’s not happening. She’s coming home with me and anyone who tries to stop me is not going to like the consequences,” Hoseok snarls, his glare settling on the women. He watches her physically flinch at his expression, feeling satisfied. He turns back to his mate, cupping her cheeks and turning her face toward his. The tips of their noses touch for a soft Eskimo kiss,” Lets go home, sweet girl.”

4. RM

Namjoon could feel his body vibrating with rage. He had seen the woman before, though he hadn’t been close enough to scent her then. The library is usually quiet during this time. He comes when he can, loving to check out new books and, if he likes them, then he’ll buy his own copy. She wandered the aisles, smiling softly as she pulls books that interest her. She’s beautiful, fascinating him in a way he’s never felt.

The second time he sees her, he actually finds the confidence to approach her. Her enticing scent is everything he’d hoped for, soft rain and a floral scent combining together to draw him in. He starts a conversation, the two of them suggesting books to each other. He doesn’t push it, doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. He likes that they’re getting to know each other in little ways. After three meetings, he invites her to visit him at his pack home. Her subsequent discomfort makes him nervous, like he did something wrong.

“I’m sorry,” He says quickly, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip,” I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that,” She says quickly, her eyes widening,” I really wish I could but m-my birth pack is really overprotective. They would be very unhappy with me if I visited another pack.”

“Would it be better if I came there with them?” He offers, placing his bookmark and giving her an inquisitive look. Something about the way she’s said this makes him very uncomfortable, like something’s wrong,” So they can learn to trust me?”

“No!” She answers too quickly, her face panicked,” No, that-that’s a very bad idea. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Do they hurt you?” Namjoon’s voice becomes soft, his eyes searching hers. He sees the answer in the way she winces, not meeting his eyes.

“They don’t mean it,” She says finally,” I’m not very good at doing what I’m told so I have to be punished sometimes. Getting to come to the library is a privilege.”

“It’s not okay for them to hurt you. It’s wrong,” Namjoon says firmly. Now that he knows, he can see the signs. The heavy bags under her eyes, her pale complexion. Her eyes are kind but her fingers tremble sometimes, like she’s ready to flinch,” You don’t have to stay with your birth pack.”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” She doesn’t look at him, her voice nearly a soft whisper.

“Stay with me. With my pack. We can keep you safe. No one will hurt you ever again,” He wraps his hand around hers, stopping her shaking with his firm but comforting grip. She looks down at it with wide eyes before looking up at him.

“Why me?” She searches his expression, her fingers tangling with his as she squeezes his hand.

“Because you’re my mate and I won’t let anyone else hurt you,” His thumb brushes over the back of her hand, a smile taking over his face. She smiles back, giving him a small nod.

5. Jimin

“Can you add some candy to the list? Please, please, please? I’ll pay you back for it, I’m just really craving some sweets right now,” Jimin rolls his eyes as he holds his phone to his ear, pushing the cart with his other hand. He knew Taehyung would definitely forget to pay him back but he’s not worried about it. Taehyung is his best friend, of course he’ll get him what he asked for. He never asks for much.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just shoot me a text of what you want. I’m already here so make it quick,” The call ends quickly after that as Jimin goes about picking up the groceries for the pack house. Usually, Jin or Yoongi would go but Jimin had the day off and they were both busy. He doesn’t mind going. He likes to pick up a few treats for his pack members anyway, little things that he knows they like. He hears the sound as he’s picking up a bag of tangerines for Yoongi.

A whimpering sound reaches his ears. He looks up to see a woman cowering on the ground as another woman stands over her, obviously berating her. The woman on the floor is obviously an Omega, soft whimpers leaving her as the woman brings her hand down to slap her. He moves before he can think, catching the blow before it lands.

“Abusing Omegas is illegal,” Jimin says lowly, glaring at the angry woman. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“I can treat my daughter however I want, thank you very much,” Jimin’s chest grumbles at her words, a warning growl leaving him. Her eyes widen a little with fear. It’s only then that the scent hits him. The soft scents of sunlight mixed with the scent of wisteria.

The woman on the floor must have recognized his own scent first. She lifts herself off the floor, practically molding herself to his back. Her arms wrap around his stomach, her shaky breath hitting his back. He lets the other woman go, turning in his mate’s arms to card his fingers through her hair. The silky strands fall through his fingers as he glares at the woman who raised their hand to his mate.

“Go, while I still have patience. You’re never going to see her again,” Jimin’s voice is dark, his other arm pulling his mate further into his chest. Her whole body relaxes into him. The angry woman pales further, quickly disappearing to the front of the store. Jimin breaths in his mate’s comforting scent,” Come on, baby. Lets get you home.”

6. V

Taehyung has always loved thrills. Though heights make him nervous, once he pushes past that initial nervousness, he has fun. It was easy to convince Jungkook and Jimin to come with him. Jimin freaks out at the rides, often just waiting for the two of them to finish, but he likes getting to spend time with them.

The scent could almost be misplaced as one of the food stands if the fruity scent didn’t feel out of place. Peach with a hint of jasmine. That’s when he sees the woman, her looks drawing him in further. He and Jungkook stand toward the front of the coaster, ready to enter the front seats. The girl is being dragged onto the ride by a much larger man.

She’s obviously scared, her entire body cowering away from the man. She can’t seem to free her hand, soft whimpers and whines leaving her. She’s pleading with him, begging him to let her go, but no one seems to care. Taehyung moves quickly, his hand closing around the man’s wrist in a tight grip, squeezing.

“She told you to let her go, I suggest you listen,” Taehyung’s deep voice is more intimidating when he’s angry. He can feel Jungkook behind him, his glare also set on the man.

“I suggest,” The man growls, his eyes focused on Taehyung,” That you don’t tell me how to treat my bitch.”

Before Taehyung can react, his growl leaving him quickly, the man is already on the ground. His nose gushes blood from the punch that Jungkook threw. Taehyung turns his attention to the girl as Jungkook handles the trash.

“Are you okay?” He asks her softly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her.

“Thank you for helping me,” Her tear filled eyes meet his and he can feel his heart stutter. Mate. She’s his mate. Someone put their hands on his mate.

“Always. I’ll always help you,” Taehyung can’t help his smile, eyes softening. She look up at him with wide eyes that affect his very soul. Unconsciously, she leans into him, her hand resting on his shoulder. Her soft touch makes a happy purr pour out of him as she looks at him in wonder. No one would hurt what’s his ever again.

7. Jungkook

Jungkook has decided that this entire situation feels like torture. In the years the two had known each other, she had never noticed that the two of you were mates. Jungkook noticed the day he met her, the day her soft scent of cotton and sunshine filled his nostrils. He learned later that she didn’t know about mates. She was raised without the concept.

He bided his time, waiting for her to notice him. He thought he would be fine until she announced that she had a boyfriend. It felt like his whole being had deflated. They had dated for close to a year now and he tried his best to continue to be a part of her life. Slowly, he saw less and less of her and his wolf was practically berating him for it. Until tonight, when she showed up at his door, blood dripping from a wound on her forehead.

“What happened?” He has to keep the hard edge from his voice as he gently doctors the wound. Once he gets it bandaged, he checks her for other wounds. He notices the bruises then. Some old, one much newer. Some still forming. He nearly chokes on his own tears, though the rage is there two.

“He hit me,” Her voice is small,” I thought I could deal with it, that I loved him, but I can’t do it anymore Jungkook. I didn’t know who else to go to.”

“I’ll kill him,” Jungkook’s voice is an unrestrained growl, the idea of someone laying their hands on his precious mate too much to bear.

“Don’t,” Her voice is soft,” I’m not worth the trouble.”

“You’re worth every bit of that and more,” Jungkook’s fingers wrap around her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his,” You’re my mate. No one should touch you like that. Ever. I’ll kill anyone who does. I love you.”

“You love me?” Her eyes widen, tears filling them. He smiles, leaning forward to press the softest kiss to her lips.

“It’s always been you,” He whispers, his breath dancing along her lips. For the first time, she smiles, the soft glow he loves so much filling her eyes. Her sun warmed scent wraps around him, easing his fear at losing her. No one is ever going to take his mate away from him, not ever again.

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BTS Reacts to Being Kidnapped and Being Saved *Mafia Reaction*

Hey guys! I’m officially back into doing reactions! I’m expanding my horizons so I’m willing to do Mafia, Werewolf, Hybrid, Kinky shit, whatever. I’m a lot more confident in doing stuff like that now so please feel free to send me a request! I hope you enjoy!

1. Jin

Jin had never been much a fighter. His role in the group has always been much more logical and strategy based. Which is why he was so woefully unprepared for the kidnapping. Pain works just a little too well on him as a deterrent, but the bigger deterrent is the threats towards you. He would burn the world to the ground to keep your safe, but here he is, watching you be lowered into a tank, like a fish on display. Your unconscious form shivering as the cold water filters in.

“Stop it!” His voice is loud, but the rushing water is louder,” Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!”

Their attention is focused on him, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. If he hadn’t been looking, he would have missed it. You let the water cradle your body, slowly bringing you to the caged top. A knife flashes in your hands as you use the sound of the water to cover the sound of you prying the grate on top the tank open. On solid ground, soaking wet, there is anger in your expression.

“Gentlemen, I believe our time here is up,” Your voice is calm, your expression falling to neutral. Their shock is their downfall as Their forms fall, too distracted to notice the sneaking forms of Yoongi and Jungkook behind them. You carefully climb down as Jungkook frees Jin.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Jin’s voice is rough, his form obviously injured, but his expression is full of love,” I really, really love you, Princess.”

2. Suga

The ropes around your wrists are tight, but somehow, you’re sure the ones around Yoongi’s wrists are tighter. This definitely wasn’t on either of your schedules today, being kidnapped, but here you are. Yoongi’s wrists are secured to the frame of the wooden chair, as are his ankles. You, being perceived as less of a threat, only have your wrists tied behind the chair. Your chairs are so close, you could easily reach out and take Yoongi’s hand. Your mouth has been taped shut but Yoongi’s remains free to allow him to give the information they want.

“I’m so sorry you got dragged into this,” Yoongi’s soft voice echoes in the empty warehouse room. You ignore his words and reach behind you. The guards had stepped out for a moment for a smoke break or something, so you had to act now, before they came back. You reach between the bars behind Yoongi’s back, fingers searching. He jumps a little,” What are you doing?”

When they had patted Yoongi down earlier, removing all of his weapons, you noticed that they had missed a few, most notably being the knife that he keeps at the small of his back for emergencies. He can’t reach it, but you can. You lift his shirt and remove it from its’ hiding spot. It takes some maneuvering to get it hidden under your own shirt before the men come back.

“Alright, Min. Lets give this a try, shall we?” The man that speaks has a cheery voice despite the situation. He grabs you by your hair and drags you from your chair, throwing you to the floor in front of Yoongi. The knife cuts into your skin a little but you don’t flinch. Yoongi’s eyes blow wide, an angry hiss leaving his lips,” We’re going to have some fun with your girl and you’re going to tell us what we want or it gets worse.”

You’re flipped on your back as Yoongi struggles, the chair groaning under his aggressive struggles. You wiggle the knife from the back of your shirt, hidden by the floor and your own body. The ropes give easily to the sharp knife. The guards are far enough away that they couldn’t interfere if they wanted. Quick as a snake strike, the knife is in the man’s throat and his gun is freed from his belt. You level the gun at one of the guards, flicking the safety off and cocking it. You shoot before he can speak, turning to the other guard, who has only just managed to free his own gun in his shock, and cock it again, pulling the trigger.

“I’m not gonna lie, that was kind of hot,” Yoongi’s voice is almost dreamy but you roll your eyes, grabbing a knife from the nearby table and cutting Yoongi’s ropes. His arms wrap around you,” Are you okay, babygirl?”

3. J-Hope

Hoseok felt trapped, like a caged animal being brought to slaughter. The rival gang had been meant to be making a deal with him and Taehyung. It quickly became apparent that this was a ruse but by then, it was too late. Taehyung is unconscious on the floor, his face bloody and his nose possibly broken.

He can only thank his observation skills that saved him from the red lasers filling the room and the quickly following sniper shots. All three men hit the floor. Despite his own pain, he lumbers to his feet and lifts Taehyung into his arms. He would never leave his unconscious friend.

“Hoseok!” Your frantic voice is the last thing he expected as you rush into the room, a sniper rifle nestled in your arms. Yoongi and Jimin are hot on your tail.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” Hoseok worked hard to make sure you were involved in this side of his life. You give him a guilty look.

“Jimin has been teaching me how to snipe so I can help with your missions,” Jimin and Yoongi work together to remove Taehyung from Hoseok arms, which he quickly wraps around you instead,” You work hard to protect me so I wanted to return the favor. I can’t let you be the only one taking risks. I refuse to let you die.”

“Angel, what if you get hurt?” He looks crestfallen, his head falling into your shoulder,” You’re my sunshine. If you get hurt, I would kill anyone in my path.”

“I won’t. I’ll always be here just like you. You’ll keep me safe and I’ll keep you safe. That’s my deal,” You grin, bringing his lips to yours. He doesn’t respond but his hands tighten on your hips, pulling your body into his. You know that he’s giving in to you.

4. RM

It’s going to take more than some knife cuts and a few punches to make Namjoon cave. He has way too much practice in tolerating the pain that comes with this position. You, however, are his weakness. His Achilles heel, if you will. He’s practically vibrating with rage when they toss your unconscious form in the small room with him. He waits until they are out of the room to cradle you, his touch soft as he moves the hair from your face.

“Babygirl?” He watches your eyelids flutter and then your gazes lock,” Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You hum, sitting up and giving him a cheeky smile. You raise your wrist to your mouth and press a small button,” I’m in.”

“What?” Namjoon can’t help feeling shocked.

“You really think I would come in without a plan?” You lumber to your feet. Despite your bruised appearance, you appear unhindered,” Although, I guess we’re just sitting ducks. I’m mostly just here to give them the location. Tracker.”

You tap the necklace on your throat, triggering the tracking capabilities. Yoongi had insisted you wear it, with good reason. They wouldn’t get anything out of Namjoon so, of course, they had to try you. It doesn’t take long for the shouting and gunshots to start. The door swings open to reveal a cheeky Jimin, his clothes stained with blood.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Namjoon presses a sweet kiss to your lips before taking the gun Jimin holds out to him,” Now, I believe I have a man who needs to meet his end.”

5. Jimin

Jimin had always been good at infiltration. Taehyung is good at making friends and slipping into groups unseen but Jimin is good at getting into areas he shouldn’t be. His luck was likely to run out at some point, though, and today was that day. Assassination was always more of Yoongi’s thing. Jimin is more of a sniper and an infiltrator. A cat burglar, maybe.

It was supposed to be a simple job, infiltrate the mansion and get into the safe. He’s don’t it hundreds of times. The lasers were easy, but he didn’t know about the one invisible laser. It wasn’t on the blue print. It was a new addition and someone forgot to give him the info. It got him caught, his body bruised and his head swimming from a harsh hit.

He didn’t even have time to process what was happening around him. The blows had stopped and the gunfire had started. Hoseok kneels beside him, a machine gun nestled in his hands. He and Taehyung help him to his feet.

“How did you know something happened?” Jimin’s voice is a little choked through his bruised throat.

“Your girl. She’s always watching your missions. Did you know she had us put a tracker in your knife? She noticed you weren’t moving for too long. She called me as soon as she noticed,” Taehyung keeps a firm arm around him, helping Jimin limp out of the mansion.

“I love that girl,” Jimin mumbles, grateful that you were always looking out for his health and safety.

6. V

“I brought the money,” You throw the duffle bag on the floor in front of you, the sound echoing throughout the warehouse. Taehyung looks up, his eyes panicked as he struggles against the ties holding him. You don’t look at him, your hands resting on your hips.

“Is it all there?” The man that speaks has a gun leveled at you, his eyes dark. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Check it if you don’t believe me,” This time, you cross your arms, your eyebrows raising in exasperation. He nods at one of the men beside him, who approaches the bag. He really should have thought to have more than two guards.

He doesn’t even notice the red light before the sniper bullet finds his forehead. The other guard quickly follows. You draw your own handgun and point it at the man in charge, the man who kidnapped your boyfriend. You approach him with slow and measured steps, pressing the gun to his forehead. He backs away into the wall.

“I don’t understand. You didn’t call anyone to help you. I monitored your phone,” He stutters over his words, clearly bewildered about how you bamboozled him.

“You should know by now that we don’t need to call to get help. Plus, did you really think you could kidnap the snipers best friend and not get sniped yourself?” Your grin is a little dark and then you’re pulling the trigger.

You pull free your knife and make quick work of freeing Taehyung. He falls into your arms, nuzzling into your neck. Despite his position as a leader in the mafia, you know direct confrontation like this is not his forte. He can still make him anxious when the confrontation is over. Jimin saunters through the door, his sniper rifle hanging from his shoulder as he shoots you a wink.

“We ready to go home? We still have to give a full report to Joon,” Jimin says cheerfully. Taehyung nods but doesn’t remove himself from you. Your fingers rake through his hair soothingly as you pick up your duffle bag and lead him to the car.

7. Jungkook

If looks could kill, the man touching you would have long died. As he pats you down for weapons, your keep yourself still. You had been with Namjoon when he received the call with the demands for Jungkook’s safe return. The plan had hatched quickly and you knew exactly how to play your role.

“I don’t understand why they would send some little girl as opposed to one of their leaders,” The man mumbles, pushing you forward. You catch yourself on the wall, rolling your eyes.

“You already have one, why would they send someone else that matters?” You straighten up and saunter into the room.

“Is he going to agree to our demands?” A different man speaks this time. You pull a note from your pocket and handing it over. There are only two words written on it and they get the exact reaction you’re looking for. It was a clever plan, really. As one, both men immediately drag their eyes to the ceiling. It takes less than two seconds to punch one in the throat and grab the obvious gun.

The idiot didn’t even have the safety on, likely scared of Jungkook getting free. Both are dead before their eyes even make it back to the floor. Once Jungkook is free, he kicks one of the corpses, an obviously pissed off look in his eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! You could have died!” He glares at you.

“But I didn’t. And neither did you,” You shrug. His hands are shaky as he reaches up to cup your cheeks.

“Don’t you understand that I would die if you died?” He leans his forehead against yours,” Please don’t ever do that again.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you have any requests! They are officially back open!

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Requests back open!!

Hey guys! I’m officially back on my full writing binge so please feel free to send me any Reaction or Drabble or One Shot requests you have! I write for a lot of different groups! I’m officially not going to write for Big Bang anymore though, just because it’s too much drama at this point. I still love them and I still listen to their music, but it’s difficult. I might add TXT and NCT 127 later, but I don’t know them well enough yet.

BTS

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I don’t mind doing any kind of fantasy stuff or angsty or smutty. I don’t really care. I am an adult, 27, so I’m pretty loose in what I write. I’m getting into stuff like Mafia AUs and Hybrid AUs and Werewolf AUs so I don’t mind requests about stuff like that too! I’ll have an updated Masterlist with my new stuff soon! Thanks for your time!

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Cramps

When Lee Know gets home from work, he finds that his Omega hasn’t come downstairs all day.

Pairing: Stray Kids Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Werewolf, ABO, Fluff

Minho’s POV

The chilly winter air follows him in, a few stray snowflakes melting into his hair. He closes the door quickly, stomping off his feet and unwinding his scarf. Hyunjin sits on the same spot on the couch as he did this morning, his sketchbook settled in his lap. He’s hunched over his drawing, his fingers moving in delicate movements. A quick scent of the air reveals that everyone else is home, though some of the scents are fainter than others.

“Where’s my Omega?” Minho hangs up his scarf and shucks off his jacket, hanging it up too. His shoes are then lined up and he puts on his slippers.

“Hyung, we literally have three Omegas, you have to be more specific than that,” Hyunjin’s voice holds no venom, his voice slightly vague. He has a hard time answering questions when he’s drawing, or holding a conversation.

“You know exactly who I mean,” Minho rolls his eyes.

“She’s still asleep. I checked on her earlier and she was still in her nest. I think she’s not feeling well today,” Chan sticks his head through the doorway to the kitchen, his hair just a little bit wild.

“I’ll go check on her,” Minho sighs and runs his hand through his faintly damp hair, trudging up the stairs and pausing outside the door.

He knocks faintly and when there’s no response, he pushes it open. Just the top of her head is poking out of the pile of blankets, the pile faintly rising and falling with her breathing. A faint scent in the air combined with her own sweet scent lets him know exactly what’s going on. He hums and perches on the edge of the bed, just outside of the nest. He gently runs his fingers through her hair, letting her nuzzle into his hand.

“Baby, are you cramping today?” He asks softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. She nods against his hand, a small pout on her lips,” Want Alpha to cuddle you? Use my hands like a heating pad?”

“Please,” She says softly, scooting forward to allow him to crawl in behind her.

He’s faintly glad he wore sweatpants today so he doesn’t have to worry about wearing jeans to bed as he climbs in behind her. She has a bad habit of trying to suffer in silence. She worries so much about the idea that we’ll worry about her that if she doesn’t feel well, she would rather hide it. Sometimes, she gets really bad cramps when she’s on her period and she just suffers through. Since werewolves have higher body temps, when she feels crappy, sometimes she’ll let me use my hands like a mini space heater to help with the pain.

“I’ve got you,” He says softly, nuzzling into her hair. The shirt she’s wearing is obnoxiously big on her so it’s probably Changbin’s. It falls off of one shoulder, which he quickly presses a kiss to. His hands slide under the shirt to rest on her lower stomach, feeling her jump a little,” Sorry, I just got him so they’re a little chilly.”

“S’okay. Love you Alpha,” She mumbles, her face pressed into the pillow.

“Love you too, babygirl. We’re gonna nap for an hour and then you have to come downstairs and eat something, okay?” He presses a kiss to the back of her head,” I know you don’t like to eat when you’re cramping but you need something in your stomach. At least some soup or something.”

A small purr leaves her in response as he falls back asleep in his arms. He feels better now that she’s back in his arms. He could feel through the bound that she felt uncomfortable today but he had to work so he didn’t have time to come home and check on her. Now, with her here, everything is fine. Then he can check on the rest of his packmates after their nap as his gentle Omega’s gentle purrs lull him to sleep.

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The next chapter is up! I hope you guys enjoy.

Blinding Lights Masterlist

Description: Y/N has spent the past seven years trapped in a hole in the floor. Forced in horrible situations she wished nothing more than to escape. When escape presents itself in the form of a group of seven hybrids, surely she must have finally snapped. Now, she has to figure out how a normal life works after being trapped in perpetual hell with her suddenly appearing mates.

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Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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Blinding Lights Chapter Seven

Warnings: Implied torture, a little actual torture, thought it’s light, a very intimate scene between the reader and Yoongi (no sex though), and some very angst unbridled rage, oh, and murder. I think that covers it all.

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We end up seated around the dining room table, though the attitude is much more solemn than it was this morning. Jimin still clings to me, his eyes red and puffy. I’m feeling pent up enough to feel ready to burst. Between them taking Taehyung and the state that Jimin is in, I feel like I could kill a man with my bare hands. Hoseok sits at the head of the table. His hair looks wild, like he’s been close to pulling it out a few times.

“I found their warehouse,” Hoseok gets right to point, sensing that no one is in the mood for an anecdote,” I followed the van and saw it park there. I couldn’t get any closer because I didn’t want them to hurt Taehyung. It’s here.”

Hoseok points at a point on a map spread across the table, circling it. For a while, I tune out as I memorize the map and the route to the warehouse. They’re conversing and planning. When I look at Jimin, I see that he has a look on his face that I don’t quite understand. The only words I can think to describe it are determined rage.

“We’ll move out tomorrow,” Namjoon says finally, after considering everything,” It could be dangerous if we go tonight.”

“Tomorrow?” Jimin’s tone is incredulous as he stands, his hands slamming on the table. I’m quick to join him.

“That gives them too much time to have Tae. They could hurt him,” My voice is a little wobbly but I ignore it.

“Neither of you are coming with us,” Yoongi levels a look at me, and then at Jimin. I scoff, fury quickly building in me,” I know you guys want Taehyung back but your rage is a liability. I can’t trust that either of you will keep a level head.”

“This is bullshit,” Jimin growls, his tail flicking in obvious irritation. He turns and stomps up the stairs. I’m quick to follow him, but his door slams, the lock clicking into place. I sigh and go to my own room instead, leaving him to his own grief. I change clothes into something it would be easier to fight someone in. Part of me wishes I could drive, I would go after Taehyung by myself. I’m the reason he was taken, I should be the one getting him out.

That thought is the one that triggers my breakdown. Sobs wrack my body. I grab a blanket and walk into the massive closet, settling into the back corner and wrapping the blanket around me, pulling it over my head. I just, want to be left alone for a while and it will probably be easier to hear me crying in my room. I didn’t bother turning on any of the lights and I made sure to close the closet door behind me. I don’t know how long I lay there, just wallowing in my pity.

I can feel my self-hatred growing. I should have never let Yoongi take me out of there, I should have stayed. Then they would have been safe. Taehyung would be here and Jimin wouldn’t be in this state. Even though I can hear them frantically looking for me, I make no move to make my presence known. I just want to be alone. It’s there that I make my plan.

I’m leaving tonight. After everyone has gone to sleep, I’m going to go and I’m going to get Taehyung. I don’t care if I have to turn myself in for him, make a trade. I would rather be tortured a million times than know that Taehyung is there and I could have done something about it. I can feel my resolve harden.

“Kitten?” I can hear Yoongi’s voice calling for me in my room. I don’t respond. Part of me is anxious about how I’m going to pull off my plan, but I’m also mad at him for leaving Jimin and I out. I can feel the air pressure in the room change when Yoongi opens the closet door. He can probably smell that I’m here,” Baby, what are you doing?”

I don’t respond, curling in on myself. He lets out a soft sigh. He tugs on the blanket gently and I think about fighting but I let him pull it away. His hand gently cradles my cheek, his eyes searching mine. He coos softly, lifting me into his arms. He nuzzles his head into me gently.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know you’re worried about Taehyung. I am too,” He murmurs softly, his lips pressed to my forehead,” But you and Jimin could get hurt. It’s late. You need to eat something. Then we can get some sleep.”

“I’m not hungry,” I croak, my voice hoarse from crying,” I just want to go to bed.”

“You haven’t eaten since this morning,” Yoongi frowns.

“I’m not hungry, Yoongi,” My tone is a little more annoyed. He sighs and sinks onto the edge of the bed.

“You need to take care of yourself, baby. You still skip meals, and it’s not good for you,” I chew on my bottom lip at his words. I was hoping no one had noticed but I shouldn’t be surprised.

“I think that anything I eat is gonna come back up, right now,” I say softly, my hands clenching together,” This is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, baby,” Yoongi’s arms wrap around me tightly, like he can squeeze the negative thoughts out of my head.

“They wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for me!” My words come out much more angry than I intended,” They were here because of me! They tried to take Jimin because of me! They took Taehyung because of me! Of course it’s my fault!”

“Then it’s really my fault,” His words have my blood freezing in my veins,” I’m the one that brought you here, I’m the one that didn’t protect you, I’m the one that told them not to let you and Jimin come with us.”

“I can’t do this right now, Yoongi,” For the first time, I almost shove Yoongi away from me. I get off of his lap and move away from him, holding up my hands when he tries to reach for me,” Please, just leave me alone. Please, I’m begging you. I can’t think right now and I don’t want to say something that’s just going to upset us both.

I want to break down again when I see the wounded expression in Yoongi’s eyes. Maybe it’s better this way. It’ll be easier to leave if Yoongi’s mad at me. I wish I had the guts to make them all hate me. It would be so much easier that way. He looks like he wants to say something but thinks better of it. He get up from the bed and gives me one last look, like he’s expecting me to just say I was kidding or apologize. When he opens my bedroom door, Jin is on the other side, a tray in his hands. Yoongi sighs and takes it, setting it on the bed.

“Be as mad as you want, but please try to eat something,” He says softly, then he’s gone, the door closed behind him. I stomp to the door and flip the lock.

I didn’t lie to him when I said I didn’t feel like eating, but if I’m going to follow through with this plan, I need to eat something. I pick at the food, though I make sure to drink the entire glass of water on the tray. Then I begin my plan. There’s a small backpack in the closet, which I fill with a change of clothes and a few other essentials. I make sure to leave my phone on the bedside table. By now, it’s well passed dark, the sun having set over an hour ago. I change into a pair of comfortable pants and a t-shirt. The last thing I grab is the knife Jungkook gave me for protection.

After working with him for a few weeks, he had presented me with the knife as a sort of courting gift. He wanted me to be ready. I forgot about it earlier and now we’re paying the consequences. I won’t forget it again. I strap it around my hips, the sheath on my left hip. Then begins phase two.

I ease the window open as quietly as I can, climbing up onto the sill and slipping through. For once, I’m extremely grateful for my small stature. It makes it much easier to fix the curtain and close the window before jumping down. I’m sure they probably have people watching the front and back doors, knowing how volatile Jimin and I are right now. So, this was the next best option.

The warehouse is actually a lot closer than I thought it was. I studied a map on my phone for a while, to map my route, scrawling a quick plan on a sheet of paper. Sneaking around the side of the house to get to the gate feels like it takes forever. I can’t take any direct routes, knowing those will be the ones they have eyes on. Luckily, it’s easy to slip through the large wrought iron fences. Turns out, they’re not cat proof.

Following my scrawled instructions, it only takes me about an hour to find the warehouse, maybe a little longer. For a while, I just watch, nearly fully concealed in the brush. The warehouse is well hidden, surrounded on all sides by trees and shrubbery. There aren’t many guards outside, maybe six or seven? It’s easy to learn their routine. The don’t seem to be focused on anything above eye level, seemingly figuring that no one is that dumb. Except me, I guess.

There are a few trees that sit along the edge of the warehouse. A few of the taller trees have branches scraping against the second story windows. I maneuver through the trees carefully, scaling one far enough away that they hopefully won’t hear me. Moving from tree to tree is hard and time consuming, but it’s the only plan I have. When it comes time to jump to the tree closest to the warehouse, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I have a few minutes before the next person will pass under it so I have to do it now. The jump is good but my foot slips from the branch, nearly sending me to the ground. I can feel the skin tearing a little on the underside of my arms when I catch myself. I pull myself up quickly, pressing myself against the tree trunk and catching my breath. I’ve calmed down considerably as the next rotation goes through. Once they’ve passed by, I move toward the window, peaking in. The upper floor isn’t really an upper level at all. The building is almost built like a barn with the upper level being storage. Maybe it is a converted barn, that would explain the location.

The window isn’t locked, and it slides relatively soundlessly. I clamber through and slide it closed just as silently. I creep to the edge, looking down at the floor below. There’s a table set off to one side, where my former Master sits, talking to one of the other guard. Taehyung is in the back corner, curled into a ball. Even from here, I can see his shoulders shaking. He makes no sound but it’s easy to see the signs that he’s crying. My heart clenches, my rage returning.

I have to come up with a plan. There has to be some way to make a distraction, or something, and an get Taehyung out. Those thoughts are quickly interrupted by the door swinging open as they drag someone in. Familiar pink hair sends my heart pounding out of my chest. Jimin.

“Caught this one trying to sneak in,” The hybrid snarls, though I can’t tell what kind he is from here. Master stands and saunters over to him, seeming all too pleased. He crouches and grabs Jimin’s chin, lifting his face to him. His arms are restrained in ropes, as are his legs, but he bares his teeth in anger, a growl resonating from his chest.

“Leave us, all of you,” Master snaps, standing turning his back to the men, and Jimin,” Leave the cat.”

“But-“ One of the guys tries to argue but it seems futile as he is dragged out by the others before he can get himself in trouble.

Master goes over to the corner that Taehyung is in, dragging him up and dragging him over to Jimin. I can see the recognition in Taehyung’s eyes but, as he brings Taehyung into the light, I can also see the bruises. So can Jimin as his growls grow in volume, his body wiggling as he tries to free himself. Master laughs, dropping Taehyung on the floor by Jimin.

“How sweet, a little cat trying to protect a Tiger,” Master coos, rolling his eyes,” I can’t believe they sent a little cat to try to retrieve him. I expected better.”

The state Taehyung is in sends me into a rage I’ve never felt. His back is to me and I move without thinking, back up a few steps and launching myself into the air. I roll when I hit the ground, hopping up and unsheathing my knife. My hand is over his mouth and my knife to his throat before he can react. Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes are wide but I ignore them.

“I’m the only one you need to be worrying about,” My voice is a low growl,” You hurt what’s mine and I won’t let it happen again.”

“You won’t hurt me, Little Kitten,” His voice is muffled by my hand, barely audible.

“You’re right, I won’t hurt you,” I use my grip to switch our positions, pressing him to the ground and holding the knife point to his chin,” But I will kill you.”

It’s almost like I’m watching from far away as the knife moves across his throat. It’s sharp, needing barely any pressure to break the skin. His eyes widen, his hands flying to his throat as red spills out. I feel numb, like this is happening to someone else. I turn to Jimin and Taehyung, using the knife to free them.

“Jimin, get him out of here. Tell the others that you need to go into hiding. I’m serious, you both need to lay low,” I turn and wipe the knife on the dead man’s clothes.

“Come with us. We’re all going back together,” Jimin supports Taehyung, who cradles his ribs.

“I can’t,” My voice is soft. I can hear voices outside,” Go, both of you. Use the second level. Go out the window and use the trees as a bridge.”

Jimin looks like he wants to argue but they’re going to come in here and we can’t be here when they do. I help him get Taehyung up the stairs, leading them to the window I came through. I help them through and close the window behind them, locking it. Jimin turns toward me, his face anxious. I have to leave, create a different trail for them to follow. I can hear the doors of the building slam open as I run to a different building.

I jump out a different window, heading for the trees. The voices I can hear inside start to sound familiar, though. Hoseok runs around the side of the building, his eyes focusing in on me. The urge to run away, sprint into the trees and not turn back is strong. He approaches me cautiously, his hands outstretched like I’m some kind of wild animal. I feel like it. I just killed a man. God, I must look crazy.

“You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay,” He says softly, his hands pressing onto my shoulders. I nearly flinch but manage to suppress it,” Come on. Jungkook found Jimin and Taehyung.”

He leads me to the front of the building, where everyone is gathered. Jin is checking over Taehyung and all I can do is stare at my hands, the red painting it nearly sending me over the edge. I can feel my eyes blurring as we come to a stop, a black t-shirt blocking the view. I look up to see Jungkook staring down at me, his eyes wide with concern.

“Are you hurt?” He asks softly. I shake my head, my whole body starting to shake like a leaf. I think the shock is starting to subside, or maybe it’s just setting in?

“I killed him,” My breath is nothing but a whisper but I can hear the way everyone stops,” He hurt Taehyung so I killed him. He was gonna hurt Jimin. He hurt me.”

“No one’s mad at you, baby. You did a good job,” Jungkook’s hands run through my hair, brushing tears I didn’t realize were falling from my eyes,” What do you need, baby?”

“Yoongi,” The word leaves me as a hiccup, a sob building in my throat. I didn’t plan to say that, but I realize how true it is after I say it. I have so many things to say. I need to apologize, to tell him I didn’t mean it. None of this is his fault.

“I’m here, Kitten. Come here, I’ve got you,” His voice is soft, arms wrapping around me. He doesn’t seem to care about the blood covering me. I just sob into his shirt, letting his comforting scent wrap around me.

For a while, everything is a blur. I didn’t realize we had made it home until Yoongi carries me into the bathroom, my face buried in his neck. He sets me gently on my feet, leaving me leaning against the counter heavily as he turns on the shower.

“You need to clean up kitten. You’re covered in blood,” His words are soft, but he still won’t meet my eyes. He moves as if to leave me alone, but I grab his arm.

“Will you stay with me?” My voice is tiny, may hand shaking on his arm,” You need to clean up too.”

“Are you sure?” He finally looks up to meet my eyes, but I can still see the faint hurt there.

“Yes, please,” I pull him back toward me, my hand sliding up his arm. He smiles faintly.

I help him pull his now blood stained t-shirt over his head. His hands rest at my waist, his eyes seeming to search mine. After a moment, he tugs the shirt over my head. We both work on our own pants and undergarments. Then it’s just us, no barriers between us.

His fingers twine with mine as me pulls me under the stream of warm water from the open air shower. I press a small kiss to his lips, hoping it can help explain what I’m having a hard time putting into words. How do you apologize for hurting someone like that. He just wanted to help me, but I don’t know how to tell him that I was too far gone, too far stuck in my own head.

He’s gentle as he washes me, red swirling down the drain as he makes sure to clean every inch of me. He pays special attention to my hands, pressing small kisses to the palms after he rinses them. I return the favor, paying the same amount of care as I wash him. He’s practically purring under my touch, a gummy smile peaking out at me.

“I’m sorry,” The words are nearly lost to the water as I clean his arms,” I wasn’t mad at you, not really. I was mad at me. If I had known that Taehyung was in that van, I- I don’t know what I would have done but I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I probably shouldn’t have run off, either.”

“I’m not mad at you,” His voice is a gentle thrum in the air,” I just wish you would have trusted us. We just wanted to keep you safe.”

“I know. But safe isn’t what I wanted. I almost left, you know. When Hoseok found me, I was going to run. This probably isn’t over. They’ll want revenge for his death, and I’m the one that killed him. It would be easier if I left, if you all hated me and their attention was focused on finding me. They would leave you alone,” I finish washing his body and let him rinse off as I pour a generous amount of shampoo in my hands, threading my fingers through his hair to massage it in. If he was purring before, the sound multiples as I massage his scalp.

“I was terrified when I realized you were gone. You and Jimin both. I was so scared I would never see you again. That something would happen and we would never know,” His words are murmured, his face buried in my shoulder. His hands rest on my hips, though they shake slightly,” You’re still not bonded with anyone. Even with Jungkook, it’s half complete.”

“I know,” I say softly, tilting him back so I can rinse his hair,” It’s because I wanted to bond with you first.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes opening and staring into mine. Bonding is a very intimate practice. For most hybrids, it happens during sex, but not always. You can bond outside of that too. Yoongi was the first one I felt comfortable with, the first one to put my feelings first. He keeps me safe and makes sure I eat and take care of myself. The love I feel for him feels immense.

“I love you, Yoongi,” The words feel right to say. The shampoo is gone from his hair by this point, but he seems frozen. Then he’s moving, his lips pressing into mine for a sweet kiss.

“I love you too, Kitten,” His smile is nearly blinding,” So much.”

His hand lifts to run across the juncture between my neck and shoulder, his touch soft. His lips press to the skin, a soft sigh leaving me. His tongue feels warm on my skin and then his teeth bite down. I wince for a moment but the pain quickly fades. This bite feels different than Jungkook’s. I won’t call it more intimate, but a feeling of elation runs through me. He pulls away, his tongue laving the skin around the wound. He grins at me.

“Your turn, Kitten. I want your mark right here,” His hand presses to the back of my head, leading me to his own shoulder. I can feel nerves flutter through me but it’s just Yoongi.

My nose brushes along his shoulder, looking for just the right spot. My lips press to the spot, tasting his skin for a moment. I can feel my teeth adjusting, ready to place my bite. As my teeth sink in, I can feel Yoongi stiffen against me, a whimper leaving him. Like he did, I clean the wound with my tongue before pulling away. He pulls my lips to his in a searing kiss, our naked chests pressed together. He presses a few smaller kisses to my lips before finally pulling away.

“Thank you,” He reaches behind me to turn off the water. I’m not sure when we switched positions. He helps me dry off and I return the favor. He even lets me brush his hair, running my fingers through it to style it the way I want it. He dresses me in one of the shirts I stole from him while he changes into shorts he left in my room.

My sleep that night is content, wrapped in Yoongi’s arms and enjoying the intimate feeling it leaves in my chest. If his presence was comforting before, it’s like it’s increased tenfold. His scent has also become sweeter, a clear happiness contained within it.

As per usual, when sleeping with Yoongi, I wake up before him. I slip from his arms, though he grumbles at me, and skip down the stairs to make him a cup of coffee. I make sure to put it in his special coffee mug. As I set it on the counter, preparing to grab a second one to make myself a cup of milk, arms wrap around me from behind. A hand comes up to cover half my face, suppressing the scream that was crawling up my throat.

“You didn’t think you’d get away that easy, did you?” The voice is low, and my feet are no longer on the floor. I kick my feet, scrambling for some kind of purchase to keep me here. The hand on my face is covered in a thick leather glove and it feels like he’s almost cracking my jaw.

He carries me from my home toward the pool house. Maybe he’s planning to use it to hide. I don’t know what inspires me to do it, but my brain just keeps chanting Yoongi’s name over and over again. I don’t know a lot about bonds, but maybe he can hear me. He slips into the pool house, throwing me onto the floor and pushing some junk in front of the door.

“Where are you?” It takes me a moment to realize that the voice is not out loud, but in my own head.

“Pool House. He’s blocked the door,” I scramble back, searing for some kind of weapon. The pain hits before I can process.

I didn’t notice him remove his belt, but I can feel the sting of it hitting my skin. A yelp leaves me. The first one doesn’t hurt that bad, it just shocks me. The second one hurts much more. I don’t have time to react, other than to raise my arms to cover my face. Some of the hits draw blood.

“Which one killed him?” His voice is a growl. My eyes widen.

“I did,” My voice comes out weaker than intended. The blows grow stronger, the lashes deeper.

“Which! One!” His voice is louder, angrier. Before the belt can land again, the door is shoved open and then he’s gone.

The pain is overwhelming. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to breath. I’ve been whipped before, but this might be the worst one. He wanted to hurt me, to torture me. Then Yoongi is there, his eyes wide and terrified. Though he lifts me gently, I can’t help the startled cry that leaves me.

“Oh god, baby. It’s gonna be okay. Please be okay,” His words are pleading and I can feel them nestle in my soul.

“It hurts, Yoongi,” I whimper.

“I know baby. Jin is gonna make it better,” His lips press to my forehead.

“Jungkook, grab my first aide kit. Namjoon, clear off the table. Hoseok, grab two sheets,” Jin’s instructions are hurried as he pulls chairs from around the table. I feel like I’m watching from far away, and it’s hard to focus.

Hoseok throws a sheet over the table and then Yoongi is laying me on it. It’s hard to focus and I feel like I’m fading in and out. For a moment, I’m unaware of anything. Then there’s a stinging pain on one of my wounds. He must be cleaning them. Then I’m gone again. When I come too again, I’m hazy. There’s a sharp pain and a dragging sensation.

“Just rest, baby. You’re gonna be okay,” Yoongi’s voice is gentle and I realize that someone is holding my hand. I can see tear stained eyes and I realize that they belong to Jimin. I want to ask where Taehyung is, if he’s okay, but I can’t find the words. Then, everything is dark again.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to ask any questions or make any comments!

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Hi i hope you had or are having a great day I enjoyed reading blinding lights it is an interesting read. I was wondering if there would be subsequent chapters?

Yes there will!! I have the 7th chapter finished and will be posting it soon! I also have a plan for the 8th! I haven’t decided the full length yet.

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Next Chapter is up, guys! Hope you enjoy!

Blinding Lights Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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Blinding Lights Chapter Six

Hey guys, welcome back! Chapter Six is finally done. Sorry about the impromptu break. I wasn’t sure who I wanted to continue yet. I had a small amount of writer’s block. This wasn’t what I pictured initially but I think it’ll work. I hope you guys like it! Send me any asks or questions you have! I try to respond to those when I can!

Warnings: Fighting, Threats, Allusions to sexual assault, Kidnapping.

Word Count: 3,322

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It started as a normal day, the day that the peaceful bubble around us came crashing down. It had been weeks since I had come to live with the boys, weeks since they had rescued me from that hell hole. Days of working out with Jungkook and practicing self-defense, days of painting with Taehyung, cuddling with Jimin, talking about books and gardening with Namjoon, napping with Yoongi, shopping with Hoseok, making dinner with Jin and helping him relax after hectic days at work. They had even set me up with an online therapist, to deal with some of the trauma. Peaceful days that felt like a pretense to the terror now racing through me.

Breakfast started normal, everyone bickering and getting ready for the days ahead of them. Everyone had the day off, for the first time in a while, and we were planning on a nice day in, movies and take out. Low stress, high affection. It started when we all separated to get ready for the day. At first, I didn’t think much of the crash down stairs. Namjoon has tends to break things and he was the one helping Jin with the dishes. The shouting that followed, however, was not normal. Sure, Jin shouted at Namjoon sometimes, but not like this.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I slip on my tennis shoes, creeping out onto the landing. Smoke fills the room, making everything hazy and hard to see. Someone shut the lights off, maybe the wires were cut, but my feline counterpart allows me good night vision. Sound surrounds me, almost too much to take in at once. This can’t be happening. Not now. I won’t let them hurt my mates. I have to do something. I won’t just sit in one place.

I sneak toward the stairs, my feet noiseless on the carpet. That’s another bright point about being part cat. I see two figures wrestling near the stairs, familiar tiger striped ears glinting at me in the fog. I move without thinking, throwing myself onto the back of the man fighting Taehyung. My arm goes around his neck in a chokehold, like Jungkook taught me. His fingers scrabble at my arms, trying to pry me free, but I refuse to relent. I hold until he stops moving, climbing off of is slumped form.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” My words are hushed and hurried as I crouch by Tae. His hands shake a little but she shakes his head.

“You need to hide. I overheard them talking. They’re after the Omegas. I was looking for Jimin and Jin when he found me,” Taehyung explains in a rush.

“I won’t hide, Tae. I’m going to help. I can’t just sit back anymore,” I say firmly,” You search up here, I’ll search downstairs. If you find Yoongi or Namjoon, let them know. Jungkook or Hoseok would do too.”

He looks like he wants to argue but his shoulders slump a little at the determination in my eyes. He takes my hand and squeezes it, then he’s gone, swallowed by the smoke. I start down the stairs but the sound of someone coming up from downstairs causes me to pause. The stepped on the squeaky stair. Anyone who lives in the house knows to avoid it. I jump over the side railing, landing noiselessly on the floor below. I hide in the shadow of the stairs, listening to the sounds around me. It sounds like there are more people upstairs than down, many feet hurrying around. A familiar chirp, though it sounds panicked, draws my attention. Jin.

I scramble toward the sound, ending up near the sliding glass doors to the patio. An all too familiar man has Jin in his grasp, a growling Namjoon in front of him, his metaphorical hackles raised. The man is the last picture Namjoon had showed me, the man who forcibly marked me.

“I would keep still, if I were you,” The man growls, the hand he has on Jin’s throat tightening imperceptibly,” Wouldn’t want your little Omega to get hurt, would we?”

I can see that it is taking everything in Namjoon to hold back, his Alpha filled with anger at someone else threatening his Omega. I move silently, slinking behind the grand piano. I’m glad it’s closed currently, and silently apologize to Yoongi for what I’m about to do. I grab a heavy glass vase from a nearby cabinet, jumping onto the piano to use it as a landing deck. I dash across its’ surface, jumping and slamming the vase into the back of the man’s head. He crumples, nearly taking Jin down with him. I land in a crouch, watching him for any signs of movement.

“Lets get you somewhere safe, baby, okay?” Namjoon quietly murmurs to Jin. He holds Jin’s shaking form to him tightly,” Are you okay?”

“I’m o-okay,” Jin croaks through his obviously sore throat. Namjoon turns his attention to me.

“The green house should be safe, right? Or the pool house? Taehyung says they’re after the Omegas. That he overheard them talking. I have to find Jimin,” I speak in a flurry, trying to avoid Namjoon’s eyes. I can feel his discontent with that answer.

“If they’re after the Omegas then you need to go and hide with Jin. I will look for Jimin,” Namjoon gives me a pointed look but I shake my head.

“I can’t. You know I can’t. I can’t stand back anymore. I’m going to help,” I finally stand, my hands going to my hips to make a point.

“You can help by keeping Jin safe,” His words are meant to be a compromise but I won’t compromise on this. I shake my head again.

“I won’t let them hurt Jimin. If they do, it’ll be all my fault. I won’t hold back,” Before Namjoon can argue back again, I’m gone. I take off toward the front of the house, looking for my pink haired mate.

Realistically, I know that Jimin can take care of himself, probably better than I can, but I also know that he’s much softer than the rest of the boys. A soft Omega who becomes pliant with praise and cuddles, who can’t hold himself up when he laughs. Who has to cling to people when he’s scared, and likes to have his ears scratched while we watch movies. He’s my softest mate and I won’t let anything happen to him.

For a while, I don’t see anyone. It feels like it’s just me and the dark fog around me. Then, I see a flash of pink from the corner of eye. I follow it, it’s trajectory taking it out of the front door and onto the front lawn. It’s easier to see here, alleviating some of the burning in my eyes. A man is carrying Jimin, who seems to be tied up. He struggles, his whole body shaking with the effort. For a moment, I see red, a bruise already forming on Jimin’s cheek. He drops Jimin on the ground carelessly, like a sack of potatoes. I can see the grunt and wince Jimin gives, even if his mouth is muffled.

Once again, my body moves before I can think. The man hasn’t noticed me, turning to face the front of the house. I hadn’t even noticed that I had moved away from the front door, hiding by the bushes near the front of the house. I move softly, quietly, creeping behind the man and to Jimin. Jimin looks up at me in panic. I pat Jimin’s pocket, finding the pocket knife he keeps for emergencies. The ropes are tough but I manage to get the ones off his wrists. I’m just working on his ankles when a voice causes me to freeze.

“Well, well, well,” The voice is all too familiar and I can feel my anxiety growing. The man that stands before me is my old owner,” I should have known that one cat would lead me to another. My little kitten.”

My mouth tastes like blood. I can feel my chest freezing with anxiety. A hand closes around my own hand and I almost panic, but it’s Jimin. He helps me saw through the last of the rope, pulling me to my feet and backing toward the house. His body covers mine, blocking me from view. Master tuts, his expression sour. He would never allow me to call him anything else.

“Stay away from us,” Jimin growls, his arms caging me in. I press to his back, my whole body shaking. I need to move, to do something. He’s too close to Jimin. I can’t let him hurt Jimin.

“Little cat, you seem determined to stand between what’s mine. Maybe I should take him with us, hmmm, Little Kitten?” He practically purrs, his eyes meeting mine,” I bet you would do even more things for me if I brought you a playmate, huh? And he’s just so pretty.”

He reaches his hand forward, as if to touch Jimin’s cheek, but I smack his hand away. His expression is shocked, and honestly, mine probably is too. My expression is quickly replaced with a glare. He won’t touch what’s mine, won’t hurt what’s mine. Hurting Jimin would hurt everyone else and I can’t let that happen.

“Don’t touch him,” I growl, my words bordering on a hiss.

“Awe, no faith in me? You know I’m always kind to what’s mine, Little Kitten,” Master’s lip curls, his eyes dark.

“Don’t call me that,” I snarl,” That name doesn’t belong to you. And you’re not going to touch him. I won’t let you hurt him.”

Jimin seems surprised by what’s happening, which makes it easier to change our positions, my body now in front, shielding him. He struggles a little, though belatedly, but he doesn’t seem to want to distract me. I can feel my nails lengthening, like claws, my own rage possessing me. Knowing everything that he’s done to me, the idea of him wanting to do that to Jimin, to put Jimin through the same things I went through? That won’t happen. I’ll tear his throat out.

“Little Kitten, you seem to forget who you belong to. Whose brand you wear on your shoulder,” A clicking sound as my blood running cold, and then there’s a gun pointed at my forehead. Jimin stiffens behind me,” Do I need to kill him? To remind you? I’d rather not wound something so pretty. Maybe I should hurt one of the other ones? The Tiger or the Bunny? I could probably make money from the Panther and the Wolf.”

“Please. Please don’t hurt them. Please. If I go with you, will you leave them alone? Please?” I’m pleading, almost begging,” I’ll be a good girl. I won’t try to run.”

“Hmmm,” He taps his chin in contemplation. I can feel Jimin shaking at my back, his fingers curled into the material of my t-shirt,” Sure, I can take you back, Little Kitten. But, I will be taking the Calico too. Male Calicos are so rare. He’d be a good commodity to add to my collection.”

“No, please, please no. Leave him alone,” I feel like screaming, like tearing him limb from limb. His hand closes around my arm, yanking me forward and out of Jimin’s finger tips. I can hear a grunt and the sound of fighting behind me,” Jimin!”

“Let her go,” The voice is dark and almost unrecognizable. I look up, expecting to see someone like Yoongi or Namjoon, but the dark voice belongs to Jungkook. There’s a gun in the Bunny hybrid’s hand, his eyes dark and stormy. Master moves me, my body now a shield for him as his own gun rests against my temple. I can see Jimin from my angle, struggling with the same man from earlier.

“Kookie, please, you have to help Jimin,” Jungkook’s eyes meet me with a surprised look,” I’ll be okay, but you have to help Jimin, please.”

“I won’t let him take you,” Jungkook almost snarls, his knuckles white on the gun.

“I can’t let him hurt Jimin, please,” I can feel tears filling my eyes. Jungkook falters, but a pained sound behind him kicks him into gear. He lowers his gun and run at the man holding Jimin, practically throwing him off. We shuffle backward awkwardly, heading down the driveway toward the estate gates. Once we’re further away, my nails dig into his arm, causing him to flinch.

I sink my teeth into his arm, blood filling my mouth. My hand goes up to twist the gun away from my head, the heel of my foot slamming into his foot. I pull away from him, leveling the gun at him. He freezes. He’s never been much of a physical fighter, relying more on his gun. He doesn’t need to know that I don’t know how to shoot.

“Leave,” I snarl, a fierce glare on my face. He seems shocked, surprised by the look on my face.

“This is the only opportunity you’re going to get, Kitten. I will not be so nice next time,” He backs toward the van I can see just inside the gates.

“If you come here again, I will kill you,” I pull the trigger, the bullet hitting the dirt near him. Then he’s running, climbing into the van and the tires squealing as it drives away. Before it’s out of site, I see a pair of terrified eyes in the back window. A choked sound leaves me. Taehyung. They have Taehyung.

I drop the gun, my feet scrambling in the gravel to run after the van. I’m so stupid. I didn’t think that they would have someone in the van already, that I didn’t stop them. Arms close around me from behind, stopping me before I leave the gates. I scream, fighting against the body holding mine.

“We’ll get them. We’ll bring him home,” Jungkook’s voice is tired and sad in my ear. I slump into him, my whole body shaking with my sobs.

I don’t remember him carrying me back into the house and setting me on the couch. I just remember Jimin’s collapsed form on the floor, his whole body shaking. His best friend, his soulmate, taken. The two have always been close, the separation hitting him harder than anyone else. I don’t know when the interrogation started, when they started to question the ones who were left behind, including the man who forcibly marked me. A numbness has settled in. After a while, I blink, a dark shadow coming across me. I get up and walk to Jungkook, who sits outside of the theater room.

“I want to talk to him,” My voice is void of emotion. Jungkook looks down at me in shock.

“I don’t think-“ He starts but I quickly cut him off.

“I want to talk to him,” I repeat, my voice louder. His eyes meet mine for a moment, before he nods, moving out from in front of the door. I pause before I open it, listening in.

“You should have heard the way she cried after I bit her. The way she begged to die, and screamed,” The man inside boasts, obviously trying to get a rise out of the men inside. I can hear the growls from here. It’s obviously working.

I push the door open, silencing the men inside. I slam the door behind me, marching forward. Yoongi’s hand closes around my shoulder, stopping me. I shake him off, not acknowledging it.

“Baby, you shouldn’t be in here,” Namjoon is the first to speak, seeming to get over his shock first.

“Where is he?” My voice is dark and I can feel a snarl building in my chest,” Where did they take him.”

“Listen, if the panther doesn’t work, you think some pint sized cat will?” The man seems annoyed, even offended. I shove passed Yoongi, getting close to the man’s face.

“The only reason you’re still alive is because of me,” I grab a knife from a nearby table, slamming it into the arm of the chair near his fingers. I can see him flinch, though I miss his fingers and just slam it into the wood,” You think they’re the ones you have to worry about? If you don’t tell me where they took him, it’s me you need to deal with. Me that will hurt you. Me that will end your life.”

It feels weird, giving in to the anger. I’ve never been this angry in my life, yet so in control. I want to kill him, to put an end to his life, but we need him. I can hear Namjoon and Yoongi murmuring behind me, but I can’t focus on their words. My blood rushes in my ears, my hands shaking in rage. This is my fault and I will fix it.

“I’m not scared of you,” He sounds more confident than he’s acting.

“You should be,” My voice is a dark whisper. I lift the knife, tapping it against his chin. His lip quivers a little.

“Look, I don’t know which one they went to,” He starts but I quickly cut him off, the knife leveling with his nose. He swallows.

“Where are his hide outs? Why don’t you start there?” I can see him giving up, the fear becoming evident in his eyes.

“Fuck, fine, I’ll tell you. Just get this crazy bitch away from me,” He finally relents and I back up, dropping the knife on a nearby table. Yoongi hustles me out of the room as Namjoon writes down what the man says. Yoongi takes me to my room, making me sit on the bed and glaring at me.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice borders on a growl.

“He had information, I got it for you,” I shrug, not meeting his eyes. I can feel my anger deflating under his gaze.

“I know you’re worried about Tae. I am too. But you can’t act reckless. Reckless is stupid and it gets you hurt,” His gaze is intense.

“It’s my fault!” I feel like I’m finally exploding, everything bursting out of me,” They should have taken me! I’m the one they wanted! They tried to take Jimin! They did take Taehyung! I didn’t know they had him! I couldn’t do anything!”

“Kitten… It’s not your fault,” His words are soft as his arms wrap around me. My whole body shakes, but I try to push him away. He won’t let me,” You saved Jin. You saved Taehyung once, you saved Jimin twice. You did everything you could.”

“It’s not enough. They’re gonna hurt him. Oh god, what if-“ I choke, realizing all the things that they could do to him, all the things they did to me.

“Hey, hey, hey. Thinking about it will drive you crazy. We need to think about how we can get him back,” His lips whisper across my forehead,” Jimin needs you right now. I don’t think any of the rest of us can break him out of this break down right now.”

Once I’ve calmed down some, Yoongi brings me downstairs to Jimin. I crouch in front of him, running my fingers through his hair. He should blame me, should be mad at me, but he flings himself in my arms, sobs wracking his body. His sobs eventually turn into whimpers, his tears wetting the skin of my shoulder. I nuzzle his cheek, pressing little kisses to his face.

“Will he be okay?” Jimin’s voice I small, his eyes red and swollen.

“He will be,” It feels like a lie but Jimin doesn’t need the truth right now.

“We have a lead,” Hoseok’s voice comes from behind me, causing me to jump. I hadn’t seen him since breakfast this morning,” I know where they are.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

#bts hybrid au #bts jin #bts kim seokjin #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #bts jhope #bts jung hoseok #bts rm #bts kim namjoon #bts jimin #bts park jimin #bts v #bts kim taehyung #bts jungkook #bts jeon jungkook

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Blinding Lights update!

New Chapter should be up tonight, guys! I’m sorry about the wait! I also started two new stories, so hopefully those should be coming up soon, as well. I’m also gonna try to get my old Masterlists up to date with my old content, like my reactions and stuff, as well as a new Masterlist for these stories. I hope you guys are enjoying them so far!

Also, I’m thinking of making a tag list for Blinding Lights, so if you want to be added, shoot me an ask and let me know! Or if you have any comments or notes! Let me know! Thanks for reading!

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The Siren

Okay, so I’m trying something new. Please let me know what you guys think!

Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut. That is all.

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I had never felt stupider than the moment that I spread my towel out on the beach and sat down. It was just a stupid bet. Really, no one would even know if I didn’t do it, right? I had never been superstitious but something about the beach at night felt a little eerie. Supposedly, you could hear the ghostly call of a siren during the night hours. Some college classmates had bet me that I couldn’t stay on the beach all night. In mythology, a siren’s call is beautiful and deadly, its’ mere sound leading to multiple disappearances on this beach.

I’ve always been a sceptic when it comes to scary stories and legends. I’ve watched too many scary movies and tv shows. There’s no way that things like that exist in the world and it’s just not widely acknowledged. However, one lone woman on a beach in the middle of the night seems like a recipe for a bad time. It’s not completely dark, the light of the full moon providing a decent amount of light. The water still feels ominous, somehow. Dark in the abyss of night, nothing visible below its’ unforgiving surface.

“I should really learn to turn down a dare,” I sigh, grabbing the small blanket I brought and covering my lap. Despite it being midsummer, the nights can still be a little chilly. I dig a snack out of my bag and grab my half finished book, settling down on the towel to read under the bright light of my flashlight.

The first few hours seem relatively calm, my book absorbing my attention as the gentle sound of the waves lull me. Finally, the call of sleep overwhelms me. I tuck my book and flashlight away, laying my head on my arms and dozing off. I’m awoken by the sound of crashing waves, almost like I’m in the middle of a storm. I jolt awake, looking around in a panic. A mirage of colors wink back at me from under the water. It’s like there are fairy lights under the water.

I don’t notice the singing at first, so entranced by the lights. One color seems to overtake the others, purple dancing underneath the surface. I find myself standing and walking closer to the surface. Without thinking, I wade into the water, my brain fuzzy. I should be scared, should be back at home in my bed, should be anywhere but here. None of those thoughts can pull me out of my trance, the heavenly voice singing to me finally registering in my ears. I’m helpless to resist.

My feet stop close to the lights. A head pokes out of the water before me. The features are distinctly masculine, though thin. His lips are plush and his chin is pointed. Golden hair gleams on the top of his head. His eyes draw me in, much the same as the lights did. A beautiful chocolate color, though they flash blue. I don’t register, at first, that the voice is leaving is lips until it stops.

“Hello, my love,” A smile lights up his face. I still feel fuzzy, like I’m not in control of myself, of my movements,” Lay back for me, my darling.”

His hands readjust me the way he wants, my body floating on the surface of the water before him. His hands move confidently, removing my shorts and underwear. I should be terrified. I have no idea who this man is or what’s going on. The only thoughts in my head revolve around how beautiful he is. His features delicate and yet so enticing. His hands are cool but not uncomfortably so, only slightly hotter than the water we’re floating in.

“Stay very still for me, my love. It will be uncomfortable at first,” His smile is beautiful. My muscles go rigid. I could not move even if I wanted to, freezing in place at his gentle words.

He gently pushes my legs apart. I’m not entirely sure how I’m floating like this. Floating has always been difficult for me, but its’ as if magic holds me in place. He presses gentle kisses to my core, soft touches like those of butterfly wings. Then is tongue is on me, pressing against my clit and licking gentle stripe up my slit. A breathy sound leaves my throat.

“Just like that, beautiful. Just let me make you happy,” His voice is a purr, so beautiful and enticing.

His tongue presses into me, his finger dancing across my clit as he does so. I can feel myself being pushed further and further toward the edge of the cliff, the feeling overwhelming me. His fingers replace his tongue, pressing into me hard and fast. I cry out, the cliff edging ever nearer. I’ve never felt like this before. So overwhelmed by the feeling. It’s like his touch is to my very soul. When I cum, my eyes close, a choked sound leaving me.

“You did so good, baby,” His lips whisper against the skin of my neck as he speaks, his legs tangling with mine,” And now you’re mine.”

My eyes open in surprise at his words. The moon is far above us, filtered and hazy through the surface of the water. We are impossibly deep under the ocean. Before I can question how I am breathing, I realize that the clothes that were covering the upper half of my body are gone and a necklace with a single purple shell rests between my collarbones.

His lips consume mine, setting a feverish pace. His tongue enters my mouth, as if he is determined to taste every corner of it. His hands grip my hips tightly and then I feel it. His tip dances around my entrance, causing me to gasp. Then he’s inside of me. It’s hard to tell where I end and where begins. His movements are fluid and seem endless in the void of the ocean.

He holds my thighs apart, rocking into me with a fervor all his own. The sounds that leave me are hard to pinpoint. He’s consumed me. All that exists is him and this. My life before no longer exists and all there is is right here, inside of me. When I fall from the cliff again, he is still going, seemingly determined. Despite the overstimulation roaring through me, I am still unable to move, completely encapsulated in his spell.

It takes a third finish for him to also finish. Even then, he stays inside of me, carrying me as he walks along the bottom of the ocean. The cave is somehow both dark and homey. Some unknown sea plants glow faintly on the walls, but I’m slowly able to see in the dark cave.

“Welcome home, my love,” His bright smile happens again. Only then does he remove himself. Then, as if flashing before my eyes, his legs are replaced with a beautiful, glowing purple tail,” You can move now, baby.”

Almost as if coming out of a fog, I realize where I am. A faint horror fills me but it’s as if I could never bring myself to hate this beautiful man. Something inside me longs for him to fill me again, to stay with him always. I don’t know what he’s done to me but this love like feeling fills me.

“My name is Jimin, my love. And you are mine, forever and always,” His lips are on mine again, his fingers pushing into me,” Don’t make me have to remind you.”

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