#baby Kim: if you Yeet this nice man out too I’m walking

[silanb]

Harry single-handedly healing Kim’s inner child juvie one trinket at a time

Little Kim is gonna kill him if he pushes Harry away one more time

@thegrimreaperisanerd

[youarejesting]

BTS365 Prompts

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Warning: talk of death and near death. I am an OT7 Stan but have never really felt like a strong urge to write about JK until his prompt I want to continue his and Tae’s. 🤔🤔🤔

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           April 9th - 15th

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Kim Seokjin: Siblings

Your best friend invited you to his house for a sleepover, you were excited but when you knocked on the door bag in hand it opened to a young man a couple of years older than you. He was handsome. And you didn’t know what to say. 

“Jin your friend is here” “Y/n come in”  “Who is that?” “That’s my older brother” Jin led you inside and to his room, “why do you ask?” “He is hot obvs”

“Oh” Jin felt kind of disappointed, another person had fallen in love with his brother and here he was in love with his clueless best friend.  “I’m just going to pee, don’t play the movie without me” you ran off ducking past Jin’s brother and you paused in the hall wanting to see what he thought about you?”

“Hey did you tell her?” “Tell her what?” “That you are madly in love with her and have been for years” “I can’t she just met you?” “What does that mean?”

“It means she is in love with you now everyone loves my handsome brother” you went to the bathroom and tried to ignore what you heard, your best friend loves you they were just joking maybe they weren’t talking about you you realised they didn’t even use your name. Yeah, you had just met his brother but maybe they had a visitor earlier today.

You sighed you had taken the floor for sleeping, you couldn’t sleep with all those thoughts but with the uncertainty that they were actually talking about you, you felt a wave of relaxation. 

You climbed into the bed next to Jin and laid your head on his wide shoulder. It was in his sleep he said ‘I love you y/n’ it was as clear as day. Heart racing you turned burying your face into his chest and hugging him tightly. Who were you kidding you loved him and you hoped like hell he had meant you.

Min Yoongi: Barbershop

Yoongi worked at a barbershop, it wasn’t a hard job. He liked it because he never had to speak to women. Unless of course, a mother was bringing her son in which case he wouldn’t make eye contact and would request another staff member would take over. Yoongi had nothing against women but he got nervous around him his cheeks would burn the brightest red and he would stutter his way through the conversation. Then he would continue with his day beating himself up about what he should have said.

He was just finishing up some guy’s hair cut and his coworker grinned, “Hey I am going to get some coffee and lunch what do you want and I will bring it back?” “Uh coffee and something good” he shrugged “Alright, you think you will be okay?” “I am an adult, I can deal with it, I am not going to burn the place down”

He had spoken too soon, a girl came in. Long legs in a beautiful dress that fell so pretty over your hips curvaceous hips. Yoongi felt warm already focusing on the mirror and talking to his current client about booking in again. The client new Yoongi well enough to know his condition around women.

“Yes I will book again for a month” he teased the two went to the counter to pay subtly watching you scan the service price list. “You have a great day Yoongi” “Yeah see you round Hobi”  “Maybe you could ask her on a date?” Hoseok whispered earning a sprit from the spray bottle of Yoongi’s hip.

You approached and he starred at the computer cheeks pinked as he asked you politely questions, “I am just wanting to reshave the sides of my head” 

He looked up shocked from his nervousness you lifted both sides of your hair to reveal that they were indeed shorter than the rest. He thought that was pretty badass and yet you still looked unbelievably cute with it.

“Right this way?” he began and you started asking him questions and his heart was thumping loudly and his cheeks were darkening some more. “Sorry, I am not good at talking well to others” “More specifically pretty women?” a regular stepped in and sat right next to you in the chair “The prettier the girl is the darker his cheeks get, I have never seen him this flustered”

“that’s enough” you scolded the man “My hair is on the line here don’t embarrass him further. “Tell me about her she must have been really pretty”

Jung Hoseok: Grilled cheese

You had been in Korea for two years now and working with the BigHit company as a backup dancer for concerts and things. Working alongside the TXT boys and one afternoon you stayed in the dance studio practising choreography when your phone started ringing. It was your sister back in your home country. She wanted to check on how you were doing and tell you about news from home, but all you could focus on was that she was eating a grilled cheese sandwich and your mouth watered. 

After talking for a little too long, you hung up and went to go through the choreography one last time before you had to leave back to your apartment. You didn’t realise you were crying homesick until the music stopped. The door opened and you didn’t bother turning from your hunched position on the floor openly sobbing into your hands. “Hey, are you okay?”

Looking up you saw him Jung Hoseok better known as Jhope was standing their dressed ready for practice and you realised you had definitely stayed too long. Scrambling to your feet you wiped at your eyes, apologizing and packing up your things. He grabbed your arm and stopped you from running off, you looked at his shoes unable to look him in the eyes. He was handsome and way out of your league. 

“Tell me what has you so upset?” No coherent words escaped your mouth as you sobbed into your hands, Jhope pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. The only word you had gotten out clearly in your whines was ‘Grilled cheese’ he didn’t mean to laugh but it just burst out of him. “Grilled cheese? I am so sorry that’s just really funny to hear someone cry over”

Understanding what he meant you were reduced to fits of giggles as well and you wiped your eyes, looking up at him. The tip of your nose was red. “I am sorry I miss home and I just wanted comfort food” He pulled out his phone and grinned down at you as he ordered some grilled cheese sandwiches and told you to show him what you had been practising.

Kim Namjoon: Scrabble

“Quixotic” Namjoon smiled at his wife, this was not how you expected to start your honeymoon but you could tell he was nervous. “Okay, Yeet” You made a throwing action with your arm and Namjoon looked up at you he wasn’t amused.

“That’s not a word baby” “We pretended yours was a word” “It is a word it means not sensible about practical matters; idealistic and unrealistic and I think you are being a bit quixotic with your supposed words” He laughed at you and you wanted to through the board.

“I think you are being a bit quixotic if you think we are going to do anything tonight, you just took your rights to see what is under my dress and yeet them out the window” “Baby, no don’t be like that” He frowned “You can have yeet, we can add slang words if you want”

“What I want is to stop playing and spend some time with my husband who I married today, goddamn it Joon, I am still in my wedding dress, I wanted you to take it off me” “Oh, Let me just yeet this game out of the way” scrabble tiles were sent flying.

Park Jimin: High

Jimin came home after a long day at work his best friend Taehyung on the floor with his roommate. The two of giggling and eating snacks while watching a documentary about a carpet company. He could smell the funky smell that was weed.

“That looks so freaking soft” Taehyung snickered slapping the tv screen. “It’s trapped behind some forcefield but it looks like I could just touch it” “That one looks like your hair” you pointed to the back of his head as he was in front of the tv, he jumped back as the screen changed to a machine cutting and rolling carpet and you looked amazed, “Why is everything moving so slow?”

“It’s spinning carpet”  “Tae there is carpet on your head and it feels so shaggy?” you were both now playing in each others hair.

“What the hell are you doing!” Pausing you both looked at each other “Tae I think I just heard god?” “God sounds like Jimin” “That’s because I am Jimin” you both turned and your eyes lit up happily

“Jimin is god, and his hair is made of the softest carpet!” You both tackled Jimin and ran your hands all over him, “Jimin god can I kiss you?” “Oh me too me too” Tae shouted and he rolled his eyes at the two of you.

Kim Taehyung: The Law

How the hell did you get here? One moment you were jokingly trying on a wedding dresses with your best friend who was soon to be married when a guy in a fancy suit asked if you would help him get out of an arranged marriage by pretending you were married. He said he just needed a few photos and your name and number encase he needed to follow up with anything. You agreed but here you were having dinner with his family who said they wanted to invite you home for Christmas and you really couldn’t refuse. 

Except here you were on a farm super confused. You were led to his room and you blushed to unpack into the spare drawers and he kept throwing you guilty looks. His parents and siblings were super nice and they taught you how to cook and clean it was a good time. It was raining heavily and a long way to walk back across the farm so you laid a blanket over the bales of straw and got comfy. He sang some strange songs and told funny stories and the rain didn’t let up. Falling asleep you woke to his coat around you both and his arms tightly around you. Your marriage wasn’t binding by law but for now, you wished it was.

Jeon Jungkook: Sky (I am making into a social media story) [Read me]

You were in a car accident you couldn’t feel your legs they were pinned and some part of the engine had broken through into the cabin and pierced straight into your lung. You felt tired and it was hard to breathe. 

Waking with a start you realized it was all a dream, a memory from the past, you were alive and healthy, the rain outside was strong and caused an ache in your old wounds. Flattening your palm to your rib cage you took a shaky breath. There was a sound on your balcony and your dog cloudy was barking. You walked over to the balcony to see a man standing on the railing like he was going to jump.

You froze for a moment before throwing the door open. “Excuse me, sir” He turned to face you, he had a handsome face and his hair slicked back. His eyes brushed over your form and he smirked. 

“If only you were the poor soul I was taking tonight, cause damn girl” he turned back away and touched his earpiece, “Yoongi where is this guy I am collecting” “I am sorry who are you taking and where? Are you a kidnapper? What’s with the outfit? And why my balcony?” You were seriously confused running a hand through your hair. He froze shoulders tensing up and he turned jumping long black wings thrown out as he landed inches from your face. “Oh”

“Can you see me?” “Ahhh no?” you said looking away from him, he was tall towering over you, he grabbed your cheeks in his hand pulling your face back to his. “When you lie you should try to be more believable love, can you see me?” “What am I supposed to say?” he looked at your figure up and down with glowing eyes and you slapped tried to cover yourself, he lifted your little nightgown and looked at your ribcage he touched the large scar. 

“You were supposed to die that day, I wonder wha-” You slapped him across the face, pulling your nightdress back down and he smirked leaning back on the railing. “I have seen worse, then your lace knickers love” 

He caught your wrist before you could slap him again and he turned. You followed his gaze and saw something big fall behind him, it was like everything went slow motion and you saw a face horrified falling from the sky.

“We will continue this conversation later, I have a soul to collect”

[tomstanleyy]

happy 1st (belated) birthday sweetener!!!!!!🥺🤩can’t lie this fic is my main source of happiness so just wanna day a big fat thank you to miss @keepingupwiththeparkers for that! i feel like i’m like this fics..... godmother.....? or something like that i dunno, either way i’m definitely waaay to invested in this story but sometimes it be like that😌😌 anyway, i just wanted to say some of my fave bits and/or chapters bc i mean....... godmother duties✌🏼 (the fact i have fully claimed the title as godmother of a fan fiction is flashing neon-light sign that i am too invested but idgaf x)

the mood board is so hella sexy so that’s fun

speaking of sexy…... barista!tom in the first chapter HELLO KIND SIR

never have i ever, i mean just FUCK OFF? MAYBE? i dunno? go awaY? it’s just like there first like interaction that ISNT at the cafe and it’s so perfecto!!!!!!! him moving her out the way with his hand on her back MMMmMmmMmM and then the weird tention between them with the game OH AND when he thinks she there bc she wants to get with haz and he’s lowkey pissed off;) ugh DIVINE KATIE

lmao chance encounters, BOY!!!!!!!! his mini panic in the door way jsjsks and then like the whole viBeS i dunno!!!!!! cute!!!!! OMG and when he’s staring at her and harrison kicks him!! NOooooo!!!!! n then tom pouring his tea away just so he can see her for a minute….. the softest boy eva. it’s not up for debate

the one at the library is just like….. a classic😍 OK yano the selfie tom put on his story with messy hair and grumpy face? ya i wanna see that pls thank you. she brings him coffee and they watch MEMEZ!!!!!!!!!!! i die :( and then THEY HOLD PINKES FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!! N THEN THE LITTLEST CUTEST KISS EVER byeee byeeeeee

Wishful Thinking and Words of Wisdom… yo the convo between haz and tom in this chapter is so important to me lmaooo like there banta and shit just makes me so happy bc there not prick there just…… Dumb Boys u no? OOoohH and ofc his sex dream about her which NEEDS to be brought up again!!!!! and then him trying not to look at that little bit of skin where the blanket had ridden down and trying not to look at her pants when she moved her leg in the carrrrr!!! and the cheek kiss jsjsj!! just too good and too much crying to be done over it

The Snap is like as they said “what got it all going” lmaoooo OKAY can i just say the fact she didn’t fucking explode when he replyed with THAT photo and ‘gorgeous x’ is a miracle imo🤷‍♀️

aw omgggg Look At Me Now…… SO CUTE🥺 like it all flowed so well (so do the other chapters but this had like quite a lot of dialogue in it i think and it was just like …. smooth af) toms lol scene in the bathroom is so fucking funny to me bc i love he and his thought prosess lmao and then the Holding Hands Dilemma hahahahahah AND THE RUDE MAN WHO DIDNT SAY THANK YOU!!!! the thought of them in there little outfits walking up to the bus stop holding hands is…… too much. and then……….. the kiss…… just……. THE kiss. where he moves her hair and her lips r all sparkly and just it’s so perfect and i cry

okaY…….. Hoodie and Hormones…… they🥺 it’s just like them being all drunk and cute and when she walks up to him and he goes all 😍🤤 and his pals are all oiiiiiii lmao and there kiss at the bar 😰 nah😰 and at the end where he gives her his hoodie and like has his hand on her hip under it :(((( stop i cannot :((((

i mean………. the nineteenth hole….. katie katie KATIE!! you went HARD (so did he👀) firstly, the golf bit is so nice like them chatting away and him looking at her bum and her touching his bum oop and then like OMG him putting his hand on the headrest when he reverses lmaooooo heee!!!........ and then like…… my life changed forever🙃🙃bc i still havent recovered tbf…… there’s too much to say bc it’s all my fave part!!!! he was just so like reassuring and like safe but also like S E X Y lmaooo

awakenings….. she was a lowkey stressful one phahaha but also high key cute and sexyyyy like they wake up spooning (him squashing her) mand after weewees they have more snuggles and then…… he goes down on her and like she’s in her sexy little pj set and it’s all too much lol…… but then he suddenly HaS tO gO hOmE!!!! n then she sees Kim’s instagram and that he’s with her and DUN DUN DUN……. gonna have to wait a fucking month and a half to find out what happens🥰🥰 (i’m joking ily)

*longest month and a half of my life over* QUESTIONS AND ANWSERS!!!!!!!!! okay this was a cutie tho :((( he got his hair cut which was sad but also not bc FFH PRESS HAIR HELLO!!!! they have a little smooch and then he has boner and then she’s like NOPE HOW MANY PEOPLE WAS UR DICK IN BEFORE IT WAS IN ME HUH? but yh i do love he had a semi while they where having a deep chat lmaoo but ALSO his soft Boy was showing when he was talking about that weird date and she was playing with his hands 😭😭leave me alone. cya. OMG n then sexy times…… this was very GOOD sexy times bc it had been a while for them lol…… n then the pizza man came and then she feel asleep on him and then i stop so i can sob xxxxx

oooh deja vu!!!!!!! she was a long boy but a very good boy also, tom being a brave soul in the library lmao and then the smut was like Legendury lmao bc they went on the floor OOH and when she had already come like twice and he flipped her over like ME NOW PLS!!  it was just all in all a 100000/10 chapter rly

taste of freedom was when i feel like they got close close like THAT was when they knew they where gonna be like besties as well🥺like eating maccies in the car and then tom couldn’t come in bc he knew he would fall asleep and he had exams the next day. uwu. ooooop i loveee this smut lmao it’s just very good lol. the angles he be hitting at also where fun and spicey so ya OMG when he holds her legs down i just wanna screammmmnmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg and then they have a lil nap and a cuddle :((( which was just too far and too painful for me

good vibes and good times….. she was a vibe wasn’t she (literally not even a bit funny)...... but yh like she’s pm sat on him on the sofa which is all snuggley n then smooches with his hand like in her hair and then his FACE when he finds It polite cat mode lmaoo and then he’s being a little shit when he won’t give it back to her!!!!! n then when they meet at the club they have a big hug and then they eat chips togther and she can’t stop looking at the little devil horns in his hair lnao mood tho

hOKAYY falling, falling is a cracker bc i risked my life to fights for toms blow job lmao ur welcome boy x but yes very nice kt although the phone call at the end was a bit 👀👀but they’re cool it’s all cool

erm clarity was just offensive lmao like THE SMUT was just RUDE and i’m still SAD about it quite frankly 😌 tom being all sweaty when they have the Chat and him wheeling across the floor lmao but then like the smut and him going down on her YO AND THEN ‘can i smack ur arse’ IM NOW ONE WITH THE CLOUDS!!!!! CYA!!!! aw okay but then the shower smooches and his CURLY HAIR and at the end chilling and talking about rugby when she’s playing with his hair😭noooooooooo

omg ok i just reread trial and error and Okay u KnOw i adore sleepy tom 🥺🥺 hes just so babie!!!!! her saying to him ‘early night for you then’ get the fuck out of here!!!!!!! and then the HELLO KISS I CRY!!!!! n then obvs like …. THE WHOLE SMUT YES PLS!! especially him being so comforting when she’s like not sure AND later when he’s like i’m sorry i’m tired and hungover and she’s like it’s okayyyyyy! *sobs* n then somone comes home and tom is going to explode lmao and then he like collapses her and she’s like help i can’t breathe :( and then he spoons her and has a little sleep,,,,,, it’s safe to say i’m very upset

katie….. you know my thoughts on the match but i swear i will never shut up about it lmao i’m so sorry…….. everything is so uwu like snuggle in the morning and then the sweetest sexy times EVA and then tom wanting to be invisible when her and haz are talking lmao that still cracks me up…….. and then like i take a break so i can go to the bathroom and cry 😭😭 bc babie got a booboo!!!!!!!&!& but fr ‘she’s my girlfriend’ just made me wanna yeet of a bridge stg AND THEN THE WAITING ROOM SCENE!! OFC!!!!! HELP?!?! n then the forehead kiss and then 🥺😍😍🥺🥺🥺😍🥺😍🥺😍🥺😭😭😭😭😍🥺

[forsaken-city-rp]

Welcome to the Forsaken City!

We’re glad to see that you have arrived safely within the city limits.  You have three days to make your facebook and add the admins Z.Tao, Seunghyun, and Forsaken.  But be careful, the sun is rising quickly, and hunters are always on the move.

NAME, STAGE NAME, AND GROUP:  Kim Woosung, Sammy, The Rose

AGE:  Over 1000; appears around 21 years old

SPECIES:  Nøkk/Nixie/Näcken

LIT RP SAMPLE: It wasn’t that Woosung was out of food.  That wasn’t the problem.  It was just that it was way past three in the morning, he’d just crashed down from a several-hour-long lyric writing binge that had directly followed a full of day of teaching and an evening singing gig (and a make out session behind the club but that wasn’t important), and right now all he wanted was this one specific kind of cheap, salty yet somehow still painfully-spicy ramen, found only at this one nasty little convenience store a few blocks away, possibly followed by a bag of knockoff gummy candy and maybe some chips if he felt like really going crazy and treating himself right.   It was that kind of craving that can only ever really hit in the middle of the night, when it’s cold or otherwise unpleasant out, and the distance is too long to walk but too short to drive, and it only ever really happens to young adults who fully know it is within their personal capabilities to go and get the object(s) of their sudden desire, while also being fully aware that it’s stupid, late at night, their fridges have other shit in them if they were really threat hungry, they have shit to do in the morning, and whatever it is they want is most definitely not worth the ultimate effort or cost.  Or carbs.  Thankfully, however, Woosung had absolutely no need to worry about caloric sins, nor did he need sleep, and money was certainly not an issue after, not to mention that a nice hike across the district definitely wouldn’t kill him.  The fact that it was raining also really sweetened the deal.  So after a very brief internal debate (not about whether or not he was going, he was for sure going, but on if he should bother putting on real people clothes or not), he grabbed his shoes, pulled a coat on over his comfy but definitely not weather appropriate lounge-wear, and ventured out into the dark and unforgiving night.  No one was gonna see him, anyway, and even if they did, it’s not like they wouldn’t like what they saw.  

The streets of Seoul, at least those near his apartment building, were decently quiet at such an hour, half-illuminated by dimming lights and colorful signs, and the way the rain hit the pavement under such synthetic glow made each drop shine like a falling star.  A fake rainbow hued, halogen and electric-waste lit star, but a star nonetheless.  He couldn’t see the moon, not through the storm clouds, but that was perfectly alright, he knew it there, watching him through the haze, he could feel the echoes of its tidal pull ever so slightly lifting the hair on the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.  It wasn’t unpleasant though.  Just a reminder, neither here nor there in its importance.  He hadn’t bothered with an umbrella, but why would he?  The water was cool against his skin, his coat just enough to keep the bite of the wind out, and he liked how the rain felt as it ran down his face, clinging to his lashes, beading up at and falling over his lips.  He would have really taken his time and enjoyed the walk, if he wasn’t so hellbent on getting a hot and heaping mouthful of stale, tongue-burning noodles into his mouth as quickly as possible.  After all, this was his current favorite guilty-habit snack, which meant he’d come this way countless times before and would undoubtedly come that way countless times again before he found a new craving.  Like those Ikea cinnamon buns he’d been obsessed with a few months ago.  Or those sour candy children he’d gotten hooked on last time he’d stopped home in California (big mistake, traveling half the world for a bag of neon colored sugar blobs was really way too much work).  Regardless, the way was well known to him, so he was free to zone out and let music run through his thoughts, piecing words to melodies and humming new tunes beneath his breath, all without slowing his determined, slightly rushed pace.

There was a scuffle and a bang behind him after a solid ten minutes of walking, breaking him from his trance and making him jump, a perfectly manicured hand with fucked up pointer and thumb nails (guitar pics and nail polish do not get along) coming up to clutch his heart.  He whipped back, though when he turned around, it was only to find a small hoard of stray cats following after him, a metal trash-can lid lying in the middle of the road, no doubt disturbed by one of his audience members jumping out to join the fray.  Oh.  Right.  He must’ve gotten a little loud with his singing. Not that he minded having a crowd, but it certainly hadn’t been his intention to lure anyone, or anything, in to him.  Especially not cats.  He liked them fine and all, they could be cute and he’d never met an animal that didn’t like him, but they always kinda weirded him out.  And made him sneeze.  Okay so mostly it was the sneezing.  Still, cats were kinda weird.  Kneeling down, he stroked their wet little heads and booped a few on their cold little noses with a delicate finger, letting them nuzzle and lick at his skin, before he politely told them to go fuck off and find shelter before the storm got worse.  Of course they all listened, and he watched the last of them vanish into the alleyways and dark corners, before he got up and continued on his way, only now very mindfully silent.  He needed that goddamn ramen and getting held up because someone got a little caught up in listening to his voice would really be a major waste of time, not to mention a pain to deal with.  At least the cats had been easy to handle.  Cats didn’t tend to get violent when they were told no.



Continuing on his way, Woosung made sure to keep his mouth shut, though that didn’t stop him thinking about the lyrics he���d been writing earlier, back when he’d been curled up on his sofa beneath a thick, warm blanket, in his nice, cozy apartment, with a cup of coffee and a heart rate not threatening to yeet itself into the thousands because of the minor cardiac arrest those cats had given him.  Enhanced hearing really did make any loud noise that came out of dead silence seem so much more severe.  And he’d always been weak for jump-scares.  Shaking his head, he picked up the pace, both for want of the ramen and a desire to get away from the place he’d been ambushed by little allergy beasts with good music taste.  The rain was falling a little harder now, thunder rolling lazily in the distance, and he could practically feel the electricity in the air as it danced with the water running across his skin.  It was a little cold; what could he say, he was from California?  It was always warmer there, breeze tinged with heat, summer lingering even when winter came.  But even still, he liked the chill, the way it traveled through his bones.  All weather was good weather, from languid spring showers to blizzard-and-death hailstorms, days with cloudless skies and bright sunlight to dark, overcast ones, when night was hardly discernible from what had come before.  He wasn’t warm nor was he cold blooded, he just /was/, like water, adapting to what was around him, taking on the temperature of whatever was beyond him and just going with it.  Though that didn’t mean that he didn’t A) really want some hot noodles and something hotter to drink or B) wouldn’t appreciate being back under a nice pile of blankets and sweaters.  Maybe he really should have put more clothes on but he’d been so comfy.  And getting dressed-dressed was so much work.



Turning a corner, he could see the hazy light of the convenience store sign in the distance, about a block away, a smile drifting across his features, he made it about three more steps forward before he heard yet another unpleasant sound—this one being the unmistakable click of a gun’s safety being flicked off.  Welp.  That was certainly far less innocent than a cat knocking over a trashcan.  Pausing, he forced the smile to remain on his sweet lips as he turned to face whomever was approaching him guns drawn, apparently.  There were two men speedily heading towards him, one with a pistol already shakily aimed at his head, the other apparently still fiddling with his own, like he’d ben surprised they’d actually managed to find someone (or something) to pursue, like their hunt being genuinely prosperous was a new and unnatural experience.  Ah, nothing like young, unexperienced humans who had no idea what they were dealing with and likely thought they’d already won.  Fuck they’d probably seen his shit with the cats and followed him.  Just his fucking luck.  At least they didn’t seem to have the brains to know they should’ve shot before he had a chance to open his mouth.  They also didn’t seem to have gotten the memo that the bullets, brass, wouldn’t leave more than so much as a scratch in the morning.  Iron and steel were the only ways to go.  Pity they didn’t know.  Eying the weapons with mock concern and fear, he tilted his head and schooled his expression into one of total innocence and confusion.  “I’m sorry, is there a problem?” He asked, voice soft and lovely, wavering ever so softly, like he was afraid of whatever they thought they could do to him.  He could feel their emotions shift, from adrenaline-laden conviction and confidence to hesitance, concern. 



Idiots.



“You don’t want to shoot me, baby,” he told the nearest one, eyes flashing molten gold, reflecting the light, ruby lips pulling back over sharp teeth that flashed dangerously as his glamour faltered from the use of his voice, his true voice.  He slipped closer to him, holding out his hand, which the man took, his eyes glassy as he nodded, entranced.  Not that he really wanted a hunter to touch him, but it always got easier to make men listen the closer they were, the more they felt like he was theirs, the more of him they could pretend, if only for a moment, to own.  Especially if he wasn’t going to sing; speaking was less powerful.  And especially if he was going to make them do something particularly against their will.  “You want to shoot your friend.”  He purred out the words, though ever-light, gentle.  And of course, that worked, as within but a few moments the other hunter was hitting the ground, a hole placed squarely between his temples.  He didn’t seem to realize what he’d done, continuing to stare all doe-y and dumb at the creature before him.  Fuck he hated hunters.  All his life he'd watched them kill and hurt and ruin whatever was in their path, regardless of how undeserving.  Woosung was a creature of mercy, a protecter just as much as a predator, he wasn’t keen on killing for the fun of it or simply because he could, but when it came to hunters, his moral ambivalence and tendency to remain grey threw itself out the window.  No, these bastards deserved it.  “And now you want to shoot yourself.” He told him, smiling as he caressed the man’s cheek, smiling even still as he watched him nod and pull the gun on himself, aim it at his own heart and pull the trigger.  He watched the body fall, twitch for a few minutes before going still.  How very anticlimactic.  

Stepping over the mess, he leveled his gaze once more on the gas station and store in the distance, grinned to himself at the thought of what awaited him, and walked on.



The nøkk was gonna get his fucking ramen.