long dead kings


tv wlw appreciation week: favorite badass moment // lexa, the 1OO (3x04: watch the thrones)

the queen is dead – long live the king.

Title: Frostbite { CH3 }

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Summary: All is fair in love and war.
But whoever falls first will deal the greater damage from the other. It’s
always better to be safe than sorry.
Part 2.

Disclaimer: this is part 3 of Frostbite! this story is an AU and is entirely different from Jumin’s route. Jumin Han is not owned by me and is rightfully owned by cheritz. enjoy reading!

update mentions:
@osymbolico ;; @jetblckcrow ;;

But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care

You were blindfolded and tied apart from the tape that plastered your mouth together, preventing you to talk. You grew tired of squirming and insulting Jumin since all that ever came out of your mouth sounded like desperate cries. You didn’t know where you were and what time of the day was it. It was the longest car ride you’ve ever been in. You’ve always imagined yourself riding a limousine before but not like this, not like a kidnap victim who’s being transported to some place you didn’t know.

A few moments of silence later and the car stopped. You debated of whether you’d squirm again or make them believe you’re asleep or something – not like they’d know. You’re blindfolded. The only thing they can only notice is the rise and fall of your chest. Then, just as expected, you can feel yourself being carried by someone. You pretended to be asleep.
Your entire body was limp from all of the squirming you did earlier in which resulted to nothing more but making you a lot tired than you already were. It was actually no problem on your part to pretend you were sleeping just so you can observe.

You can hear a faint noise of cars from somewhere and you were certain they still didn’t leave the city at this moment. At least they didn’t take you to the mountains.

But right after that, even your hearing was reduced to almost none when you felt a cloth was draped over your body. Panic rose your system but you tried to be more level headed and decided to wait it out. You heard an elevator ding and the sound of its doors opening and immediately, you can feel that the men carrying you were now inside.

It was for a while when the elevator stopped and you can only assume that the floor where the elevator was must have been the top most of whatever building they brought you in. You can feel a little shuffling of feet from here to there – and then a door clicked open. Few more steps and you felt yourself thrown against the soft sheets of what seemed to be a duvet of a California King-sized Bed. You tried to hold back the voice you almost let out when you were suddenly thrown or they could find out you’re awake and do something to you.

You heard several footsteps and the door of the room suddenly opened and clicked. You felt lightly calloused palms graze the side of the skin of your face and the blindfold they have put over your eyelids were now being removed. Of course, you didn’t open your eyes yet. The next thing that was removed was the tape over your mouth. You felt his hands then go lower your body to where your hands were bound and then the rope was untied. The only thing left were now the rope on your ankles.

You opened your eyes and it didn’t take you any adjustments as you have observed that the room was dark and only a small blue light from an aquarium over the corner illuminated the place. Though it still wasn’t enough for you to clearly see what room you were in but you already had your own assumptions.

“You’re awake,” his jerk-of-a-voice filled your ears and your eyes then drifted to the man crouched before you, the heat of his hands resting to your legs. You squinted to see him better and it didn’t take you longer than a minute to realize that you’re probably inside the bedroom of none other than Jumin Han.

“Get your hands off of me.” You hissed and he raised his hands up in the air like a mocking surrender. His metallic grey irises shimmering a glint of amusement as his mouth curved to a familiar smirk.

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Title: Frostbite { CH2 }

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Summary: All is fair in love and war.
But whoever falls first will deal the greater damage from the other. It’s
always better to be safe than sorry.
Part 1.

Disclaimer: this is part 2 of Frostbite! this story is an AU and is entirely different from Jumin’s route. Jumin Han is not owned by me and is rightfully owned by cheritz. enjoy reading!

update mentions:
@osymbolico ;; 

I used to rule the world,
Seas would rise when I gave the word.
Now in the morning I sleep alone,
Sweep the streets I used to own..

Spotlights and camera flashes were all over you when you entered Park Hyatt Seoul’s grand architectural lobby with the paparazzi following you around like hungry wolves. Of course, being the way that you are, you loved the spotlight yourself, you turned around and flaunted your half-million dollar worth Designer Armani Collezioni low V-neck Diamond Sequined Chiffon Champagne Cocktail Dress. It is expensive so, of course, the name is that long. It fitted the worth of the carefully made designer gown.
You made sure you looked like you’re going to own the night.

You flashed the media a high wattage smile as your least favorite reporter cornered you and started asking annoying questions.

“(Y/N)! You look fab! How was Italy? The industry is in an uproar since you came back! Also, you go long way back with Chairman Han’s eldest son, right? Is he single?? Do you now permit him to date anyone?” The female news anchor laughed in a high pitched tone. “Oh gosh! The Han siblings are so gorgeous! No wonder where they got their genes!”
Fake B. And who cares about knowing where they got their genes?
But you can play along.

And what the hell? That dude is probably dating his cat.

“Oh, my~ Long time no see! Well, of course, you can certainly see the Italy effect on me, yes?” You graced them with a soft grin, showing your perfect whites. “I believe all those years that involved myself studying abroad, culturing my skills and falling in love with Italy itself was truly beneficial for my beauty.”

You two laughed like troubled teenagers who’re fighting for the Queen B spot.
If she’s fake, you can fake it better.
After all, these greedy minions only want a scoop to tell the world. You’re not going to give them the liberty of prying your life.

“I can see the change! Your skin is certainly glowing,” She gushed, scanning you from head to foot. Your braided floral crown hairstyle bobbed against your movements, your gold accent hair accessories shining every time the lights flashed through it. Your smile grew wider when she perfectly pointed out how gorgeous you’ve been despite the years that passed that you weren’t inside the country.

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Long live the queen || Mob AU

It was a few hours later when Holtzmann made contact again. Erin had been spending most her time working as usual, even discussing a few things she had been planning to discuss with Filmore already. Not that it mattered at this point what he did or didn’t know. If Erin had her way, he had less than 24 hours to live.

Apparently, the leak was fairly contained. From what Holtzmann had told her, while the majority of her employees could be swayed to join Filmore just to save their own skin, there were only a handful who strongly opposed Erin. She was a little disappointed to find Phyllis on that list - the woman had always been someone she could almost consider a friend - but she supposed it was understandable. Filmore probably promised her a higher position.

As if he’d follow through on those promises

Right now, she was sitting on her bed, Holtzmann beside her as Erin filled her in on the plan. “How many men per rat, would you say, if I wanted them taken quietly?”

[[ @ectoholtzmann ]]


that’s got to be the best pirate i’ve ever seen

King Ezekiel || Folsom Prison Blues

Originally posted by rackhamrogue

I have literally no idea where this came from - but I love Ezekiel and I thought, why not write something for him and see how it goes? Also… I LOVE Johnny Cash!

Prompt: music

Set after Bury Me Here

   “Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman of The Kingdom!” You announce to the continually growing group of people entering the Auditorium. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m y/n and this is the band I put together for events like these. First song on the list is Folsom Prison Blues by the legend himself, Johnny Cash!” 

You’d been living in the walls of The Kingdom for nearly a year; one of the most capable women with both your keen sense of danger and your enormous heart for people. You were the best musician and best fighter, and because of it, you’d grown incredibly close to your leader, King Ezekiel.

He trusted you with his life. Thinking about the potential of anything coming from your relationship with The King made your heart flutter thinking about it. Just the sight of his smile you so rarely saw made your knees weak, but no one knew that. No one but Benjamin and Henry, your nephews who also lived with you inside the walls. 

  I hear a train a comin

 It’s rolling round the bend

 And I ain’t seen the sunshine since

 I don’t know when

Johnny Cash was one of the few musicians you were fluent in on guitar, and his upbeat music was always a spirit lifter when things got hard. When people needed a place to simply unwind, they found themselves inside the auditorium, dancing jovially through the aisles and wearing smiles of pure joy. That was the impact you had on people– including Ezekiel.

I’m stuck in Folsom Prison 

And time keeps dragging on 

But that train keeps a rollin’

Down to San Antone

  ‘’Zeke!” Jerry called out, leaving behind the remainder of King Ezekiels squad of guards to meet the King halfway. Ezekiel chuckled at such a childlike nickname and turned to meet the other man halfway. “I was just on my way back to the Auditorium-”

  “What goes on in the Auditorium, Jerry?” 

  “Y/n puts on a performance in there when people are bored; Usually does them once a week. She’s right on schedule, and I know you’re really having a hard time over Benjamin-” Ezekiels fingers wrapped tighter around the eagle staff in his hand at the mention of the deceased teenager. “And I thought you could use the time to unwind.” 

  “That’s very kind of you Jerry. I shall go see Y/n now.” 

You were dancing around the stage while dipping your guitar up and down, your voice blaring through the battery operated lapel microphone attached to your jacket as you continued singing. The people who’d come to your performance that day were clapping to the beat of the drum and singing right along - and there were no signs of sadness. Just as you wanted. 

When I was just a baby

My mama told me son

“Always be a good boy and don’t play with guns.”

Ezekiel quietly opened the theater doors and stepped inside, watching your performance from the top of the aisle. There were nearly thirty people both adult and teenagers dancing through the open space, all grinning widely and clapping along to the music. It was the happiest he’d seen his people in a long time. “Our King has just arrived, ladies and gentleman!” You called out, motioning Ezekiel to the stage. “Come and join me on the stage, your Majesty!” 

The older man laughed as Shiva lifted her head, nudging him in the lower part of his back and nearly causing him to fall over top of you as he made his way up the steps. Luckily enough there was a guitar between the two of you, but that did nothing to hide the furious blush on Ezekiels face. “I’m quite enjoying your song, y/n!” He exclaimed. You motioned for the band to continue with the instrumental and turned to face him, flashing a subtle wink. “It’s very uplifting and incredibly catchy.” 

  “Yeah, well we all need a bit of happiness in times like these.” You replied, curling your fingers around the neck of your guitar and continuing to strum the chords. “I don’t know what you’re hiding Ezekiel, but I’m sorry.” He quirked an eyebrow and pursed his lips, patiently waiting for you to continue. 


  “No man as beautiful as you should have something to be sad about.” 

All he could do was stand there starstruck as you slowly stepped away from but continued to sing.

But I shot a man in Reno

Just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowin’

I hang my head and cry 


gilgamesh: perhaps i, who has come to the underworld and died from overwork, am currently seeing an illusion? ( ishtar has been turned small )

ishtar ( internally ): that gilgamesh, isn’t he in a super good mood!? so even he can make that kind of face…