#gangsterish

[gabessquishytum]

New prompt for a pervy Black Widow/Sugar Daddy AU - it's long sorry!:

THE SETUP -- Dream's family is broke and each sibling is tasked with (bullied into) trying to entice the new rich bastards on the block to marry them, without a prenup. Now, maybe the professed plan is a black widow end - 'cause the Endless family is sooooo less than honorable (and let's be honest, great, great, great Grandma Endless's 2nd husband only had his money and his short life to recommend him), but the plan is fluid. First, one of the children needs to snare the right mark.

They don't talk about why Destruction won't return his parents calls - like he's so much better than the rest of the family.

Sufficed to say Desire and Dream are seen as the ones with the best shot. So every rich dick (figurative & literal) party they can go to, every society invite they can wrangle, they dress Desire and Dream up in the newest sexy couture they can borrow based on the Endless name and the fashion worthiness of Dream and Desire; and as they get more desperate, the outfits get more sheer -- tits outs and hints of trimmed pubic hair on show. See, the recent Mugler RTW Spring 2024 (soooo many sheer outfits!).

THE SITUATION ON THE GROUND -- Dream has been on the block too f'ing long. Desire seems to be enjoying it, or at least the part where they are competing against Dream for the "win," but all of these men (/very rarely women) are absolutely gross. Handsy and odious and just evil, why, even for just as long as it might take to separate any of these people from their money, Dream would want them to touch him - he can't fathom. And unfortunately, the biggest interested mark so far is Burgess - and Dream thinks he literally, openly, traffics people and starts wars for "fun."

THE [NEW] MARK -- Enter Hob Gadling. Now, no one is really clear where Hob's reported billions have come from. They just know it's "clean" money now, and Mr. Gadling appears to be a respectable tech/finance guy, now. There are rumors that, 'Please, call me Hob', Gadling, is not a nice man and that people who go against him wind up suspiciously broken (many times in bloody pieces, not just broke), but well he's mostly charming.

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Dream doesn't want to like Hob, again Dream knows all these people are just the worst (and let's be honest, the "plan" still involves a convenient honeymoon accident), but they keep running into each other, and Hob is hilariously vicious in his quiet comments to Dream, and Dream can feel the heat in Hob's stare as Dream's "dresses" get shorter, and sheerer, and really, at this point, Dream is walking around these parties mostly naked (with nipples that Hob's stares make so hard). Dream doesn't even want to discuss what happened when Hob put his hand on Dream's lower back to guide him through the party. *shivers*

Dream allows Hob a kiss after a particularly cutting remark about Burgess that has the whole party laughing; Hob takes the next few kisses that night; smudging all of Dream's make up and walking away visibly, shamelessly, hard. Dream's own full body flush can be seen under his sheer dress.

I'm gonna add the second part to this post!

I love the concept of vaguely gangsterish mystery millionaire Hob!!! Honestly if Dream is being honest with himself Hob probably also made his money from human trafficking but the difference is that he's sexy, and funny. And he doesn't look at Dream like he's a piece of meat.

So yeah of course he's gonna let Hob buy him pretty things! At first it's all trashy but expensive stuff that Dream squirrels away to sell later. But Hob slowly persuades him to accept more tasteful (still very expensive) things. Floor length gowns and huge opals that glimmer in the light, and even a car (and a chauffeur to drive it, Hob doesn't want his darling having to do that). Dream’s parents are pushing him to get a ring on his finger, get married, get in the will... but honestly Dream is very happy as he is at the moment.

And the sex is obviously insane. Dream’s previous lovers have all been selfish and boring but Hob is just... he wants Dream ALL the time. He's always coming up behind him, gently groping him and whispering that he wants to go again, please, will Dream let him? And Dream has no inclination towards saying no. He'll let Hob do whatever insane sexual thing to him because he knows it's always going to be amazing. And of course Hob has the biggest, most perfect cock. Dream would be devastated if he didn't get it inside him every day. He doesn't care how many people see or hear him whimpering while Hob fucks him slow and deep over the bonnet of his fancy car.

He's getting fucked and the money is rolling in. What's no to love?

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[hadescavedish]

i already talked about how much i love av’s performance in callan but i love him in everything, period, that is not what i wanted to say right now lol i just wanted to say imho callan the role was woodward’s best performance over all of his other works. the role was very complicated, when you see callan was shouting at lonely, it was how he grew up as an adult: in the army, among soldiers, among street gangsters, criminals and crooks and rough people in the prison... it is in some way a compulsive habit of his, and his attitude. but he is not like any other of those people, after he saw lonely protested, you see the regret in callan’s eyes, he is fully aware of his fault and he genuinely wanted to change the situation or how he treated lonely or others, but time and time again there were once more nasty business his bosses brought him into. the amount of subtle layers is not something that would note in scripts, the regret, the gangsterish attitude, among other things.

#callan #edward woodward #ramblings

[goodpix2021]

Central City

C entral City. New Orleans. It was once one of the roughest neighborhoods in the city. Obviously, from the volume of photographs, I don’t worry about working there. Because, for a time, I photographed so many second lines there that knew a lot of people there. Once, when I stopped to make a picture of a subject unrelated to the culture I saw a couple of gangsterish guys walking toward me. Uh…

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[mrgangsterish]

Thinking about my set this Friday at the @thebiergarten #mrgangsterish #bohemianbiergarten #ghettofunk #gangsterish #electroswing #glitchhop (at Bohemian Biergarten) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw7kng0F0Zd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=l2cpicrpqzt1

#mrgangsterish #bohemianbiergarten #ghettofunk #gangsterish #electroswing #glitchhop

[palaceofpassion]

Could we get a Aether x Rosaria fluff nsfw work

Aether's fingers fiddled together, the sound of running water being the only thing truly distracting him from his plight. In truth, he wondered how he'd gotten here, in a hotel room hidden within MOndstadt's redlight distract. Thankfully Paimon hadn't been around, having fun consuming whatever it was she was eating while with Venti.

Before he could really drift oft into confusion the door to the shower room opened, revealing a rather wet Rosaria. His breath hitched as his eyes ran up and down her pale white figure.

He'd always found her to be sexy but seeing as she was a nun, he'd always kept his eyes to himself. Yet seeing her in nothing but her bare skin, glistening with watery residue, he couldn't hjelp but gawk at her figure.

She'd always had an outrageous body, as far as he'd been concerned. But seeing her with out clothes, all of her hanging free, he couldn't help but feel a strong appreciation for her. The sway of her freed chest, the heavy set melon sized breasts hypnotizing him with every step she took in his direction. The cleanly trimmed hairs which matched the matted vibrant red up top, bought his view.

"Oi, up here."

Her commanding voice pulled his attention upwards, strong piercing eyes holding his attention to hers.

"Ye...yes!"

He rarely found himself in shambles, but being alone with Rosaria had that effect on him. Her beauty had always been astonishing, but her allure was something far more dangerous.

Before he had the chance she was upon him, his back now against the bed as she held herself atop. Her arms spread to his sides, as if pinning him by some unknown force.

He wasn't sure what to expect, but having the rather gangsterish nun dominate him was not only exciting, but somewhat terrifying. Yet in counter to this, the subtle and careful movement of her fingers as she shifted his hair out of his vision had a certain warmth to it.

"I hope you're feeling better."

He blinked for a moment, unsure of what to say, thankfully he didn't have to say anything.

"Noticed you were drinking yourself sorry, tis not like you."

He had been drinking pretty heavily, tonight had been one of those nights where he had a really hard time keeping it together. The shock that Rosaria of all people had noti-

"You do that sometimes... it's not good for you."

He wasn't sure what had come over him. Before he knew it, his hands had slowly wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. Something she either hadn't cared about, or was completely fine with as she just let him.

Their bodies pressed together, and before long their lips matched.

It was unlike him to become so emotional over another person that wasnt' his sister these days. But feeling the embrace of another, just felt right. To his surprise Rosaria seemed oddly nervous as their lips slowly parted. A soft blush which matched her hair sparkled upon her face. Something he couldn't help but find cute.

Feeling far braver than he really should have, his hands slowly grazed across her back, he noted the soft goosebumps that littered her otherwise unblemished skin. The way she shivered at his touch was another thing he couldn't help but pay attention to. Finally he found the curverture of her backside, his fingers slipping between the crease between her tender cheeks.

A tentative squeeze was all he could muster, but it was enough to elicit a rather girlish moan from her.

His body now lit aflame moved.

The rest of the night went like a blur. THeir bodies clashed together, moving as once, though Rosaria was atop him he was in full control. His hands tightly grasped around her rear, squeezing and sinking into the soft doughy buns. The wanted effect soon happening as she tightly squeezed upon his cock.

Her insides were velvety, warm, tight, and viscous. The thick juicy smacks of their flesh smacking together resonated into his ears as he let himself be consumed by lost.

At one point he'd flipped over, Rosaria had chosen to look down. His hands had now reached to each side of her head as he smacked himself against her. The soft thrusting sounds, matched with bouncing flesh were nothing short of ecstatic music.

She tightened around him as he came inside. Her body arching into his as he nuzzled against her neck.

Even then, neither of them had truly finished.

Covered in sweat, dripping with pheromones' the two of them continued in the shower, not once letting their bodies part. He'd somehow mustered the strength to carry her inside only to quickly push her up against the wall as their lips met again.

For hours they played with one another, unable or perhaps unwilling to separate. And by mornings dawn, he'd expected her to just leave. But when he found her there, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist. He realized, that there were other things to live for.

When she moved, he spoke, "Morning."

"Mmmn~ Morn."

"Why... why did you?"

"Why did I bring you here?" Though drowzy she had enough sense to speak full sentences. "I didn't want you to feel down... it was most unbecoming, I just happened to call out to you this time."

His face turned red, odd considering their previous actions. "You watch me?"

"Mmn... sometimes... I don't like seeing you sad."

His own arms wrapped around her shoulders... maybe he should take things just a tad bit slower.

#Rosaria #aether

[thealmightyemprex]

Top 10 Penguins

One of Batmans most interesting foes,starting as one of his biggest rogues next to ,or even surpassing the Joker ,he kind of fell out of favor though he has kind of a reniasance lately

10.Ted Knight from New Scooby Doo Movies

Cause I needed a tenth place

9.David Ogden Stirs from Batman Mystery of the Batwoman

Replacing Paul Williams ,I think Stirs voiced fits the more refined redesign more then Williams

8.Nolan North in Arkham City

REally good thuggish Penguin,he has Bob Hoskins vibes

7.Dana Snyder from Batman Unlimited Animal Instincts and Batman Unlimited Mechs vs Mutants

Snyder also played the character on Justice League Action,which I prefer.....But had to go with Unlimited cause he got to do more as the character ,and he is a very entertaining villain in these films

6.Paul Williams in Batman the Animated Series

Love the design and the voice,and how he tries to be civilized.I also like that along with the Joker,he is the only other established villain in Gotham ,there is no orgin episode for him. I just wish he had some better episodes ,as aside from Birds of a Feather , he is kind of the villain they used when it seemed they didnt know who of the rogues to use

5.Robin Lord Taylor from Gotham

Look what I have seen of this guy I adore ,and he's not higher only because I havent seen the whole show

4.Danny Devito from Batman Returns

OI will fully admit his motivations are a mess ,and the film doesnt know whether he is a pure monster or a sympathetic character .....But Devitos masterful performance and the great makeup design are able to let me look at this character fondly and enjoy him as a scary villain .I also like the kind of Phantom of the Opera /classic monster vibe they are going for with him

3.Colin Ferrell from The Batman

A fun more gangsterish take on the chartacter ,Farell hams it up and brings a since of levity to the film .His action scene with Batman is a highlight of the film for me

2.Tom Kenny from The Batman

A bit more of a successful take on the Williams and Devito takes. A monstrous ill mannered criminal who thinks he is more high class then he actually is . Love that Kenny has reprised the role several times

1.Burgess Meredith from Batman and Batman the Movie

The BEST Penguin ,right off the comic page ,a refined criminal mastermind with an affinity for trick umbrellas .He is the main villain of Batman in this show ,appearing the most often and being the leader of the criminals in the 1966 movie .Burgess Meredith is just so much fun as this master criminal

@ariel-seagull-wings @metropolitan-mutant-of-ark @personofsinterest @amalthea9 @princesssarisa @professorlehnsherr-almashy @marquisedemasque @filmcityworld1 @lord-antihero @the-blue-fairie

[kontextmaschine]

Clearly the Japanese didn’t go far enough with the Total Empire thing with Korea. They should have made the Koreans (subordinate) partners in Manchuria, even with making everything be in Japanese. There were enough Chinese in Manchuria that they could have used the top 30% of Korean men as administrators, leaving Korea for the Japanese and completely overtaken Korea itself culturally.

What I'm saying is the Japanese administration of Korea set up to serve their geopolitical purposes did leverage extensive comprador networks, and the Korean state the United States subsequently set up to serve their geopolitical purposes often employed the exact same structures and personnel.

Which was not the only force claiming authority over the Korean nation in the wake of WWII! There was a whole war over this! We only bombed Korea back to the Stone Age enough for this force to attain hegemony over half of it! (As basically a military dictatorship until the late 80s!)

But more particularly its path of development under that regime was "focus on development through tightly interwoven conglomerates and gangsterish labor pools as a bulwark against communism, then advance through heavy industry, electronics, and automobile manufacturing on your way to pre-packaged popular entertainment with heartthrob 'idols' with angular, dyed hair"

And at some point I have to assume someone was like "um".

[ao3komorii]

heyy i agree with the anons who said your zed fix was good!! for real tho even the fics for talon (who honestly imo doesnt have a very well developed character in-game) was dope :)) i love how the dialogue captures the charisma of every character you write for, ranging from sett's gangsterish mischievious drawls to viego's singleminded simping LMAO thank you so much for writing the good stuff, you keep a struggling student satisfied <3

Thank you! And yes, Talon was a challenge since all I had was a (very) short story and short bio to work with but I’ve had a soft spot for him since they came out with his SSW skin xD Man, Sett’s dialogue was always a pain haha. He has a weird way of speaking that doesn’t really fit with any one dialogue style so I had to watch his special interactions video at least 20 times to make sure I got the way he said certain words right. 

Glad you are enjoying the stories! :) Hopefully you like the Thresh one when I eventually finish it

[kuraiyukisworld]

So aside from manhuas, i'm also into mangas then I've come across this one here called "Uruwashi no Yoi no Tsuki " and yeah, it just made my heart doki-doki again cos i think both the Kohaku (ml) and Yoi (fl) are charming in their own ways.

I've read a couple of gender-bender genres but I don't usually come across this kind of plot. Well, i can't say it's gender bender tho (coz Yoi's not in disguise or anything like that) but all people around her treats her like a 'prince' (this is basically cos of her looks and she is just so cool too) so she basically just goes with flow and then one day, she meets this other 'prince', Kohaku Ichimura, a rich, good looking, kinda gangsterish (as Yoi describes him) senpai and here is basically where their love story starts. The 'prince x prince' love. (灬º‿º灬)♡

I hope for the updates soon cos it still has only 5 chapters so far and i wanna see how this 'test dating' would turn out for these two, a 'late bloomer' in love, Yoi-chan and a 'master' of love, Ichimura-senpai... (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

#romance manga #mangacap #shoujo manga #manga edit #manga #uruwashi no yoi no tsuki

[theolivebird]

The tenacity of my mind lies in its ability to forget past negative experiences and look into the future with child-like positivity. Now that I am facing another challenging phase, I shall remember:

When I was 13/14 years old, I remained unfazed when I was cornered by 3 other girls, 1 of whom was a gangsterish senior. I stood my ground.

When I was 15/16, my first serious boyfriend got into an accident. I met him at the hospital and saw that he had a bandage across his face. I held myself together even though I was afraid.

When I was 18/19, I flunked my A' Levels. It felt like my future was over. It clearly wasn't and isn't.

When I was 17-19, I trusted a friend and cared deeply for her only to find out that she had been lying to me. I never contacted her again.

When I was in my early 20s, I trusted a friend who then turned on me. He threatened me and ruined my reputation. I eventually forgave him.

When I was in my late 20s, I suffered loss that was so devastating that I took a year to recover mentally and emotionally.

When I was in my late 20s, my dog passed on and my heart broke into a million pieces.

In the first year of my business, there were many instances of stress. On my birthday, a kid slapped another kid. It was highly stressful and I wasn't able to enjoy my celebration. I felt like giving it all up.

Last year, my husband's dog became terribly sick. I was with him during the last moments of his life. It was heartbreaking.

Late last year, I discovered a lump. I spent months wondering if it was cancer. Earlier this year, it was removed. I survived and it isn't cancer.

In the second year of my business, Covid-19 happened. It is a period of financial stress. Then I had to fire my staff for other issues. It is difficult to fire someone.

All in all, we all have a fair share of difficult experiences in life. They teach us and help us put things into perspective.

#journal #personal #difficulty #challenges

[mariacallous]

The Catherine who replied was the ruthless usurper usually hidden from view. After Pugachev she was in no mood to take risks with pretenders, however feminine and young: the swaggering almost gangsterish tone of the letter gives us a glimpse of how she might have behaved behind closed doors with the Orlovs. If those Ragusans do not hand over the miscreant, ‘one can toss a few bombs into the town,’ she told Orlov-Chesmensky when the woman visited Ragusa. But it would be much better to capture her ‘without noise if possible.’

From Catherine the Great and Potemkin: The Imperial Love Affair by Simon Sebag Montefiore

[captainclickycat]

Actually now we’re on the subject a friend of mine once mentioned the possibility of “Neverwhere: The Musical” and I want to write it now. 

Like Jessica would have one of those very manic patter songs while she was organising things and Croup and Vandermar would have a gangsterish duet that had a Sweeney Todd feel about it and Richard’s internal diary would have to be converted into a song. 

#neverwhere

[abbeyskaria-blog]

@osiris.munir I ❤️ her bc shes the ONLY one to pay direct attention to the craziness I speak of and plus I’m looking for someone that can help me present myself 🤨@and my ideas 💡 who is not so much involved in the music industry as in the ARTS Industry. Arts and Creativity on a Luxury Level is the Avenue is like to take for any project I take on. This one I’m on right now both of them actually , have a air of Class and Luxury just slightly tainted with #Gangsterish .. 😆 🤞 for lack of better word lol I think I made it up. I’m not in this to jeopardize my own online image by representing something that wouldn’t be able to slide inline with #LuxuryBrands and #HighJewellery #industries ..... and believe me the CEO’s of these companies are a specific age group even that I target 🎯 I want to see if a different market than just hiphop and Music would work. #💲🎶💲🎶. Plus ok 💥 Rick Ross but he was interrupting the glossiness and dopeness of RR’s image search and it was blowing my mind for a while. He’s still in there I’m not worried anymore tho bc he doesn’t overtake it and it IS DEFINITIVE. That’s all I need. 🌟🌟❤️❤️. Ty miss Osiris I ❤️ ur name and trust and believe I know everything there is to know about your name bc I HAVE IN FACT witnessed the entire phenomenon at Abu Simbel and I don’t even think we planned for it ... plus they moved it and they preserved the phenomenon mathematically. 🤨🤨🤨🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 LoL. #serendipity #patience #goodnight #imbeat 💕 (at San Diego, California)

#imbeat #💲🎶💲🎶 #highjewellery #gangsterish #luxurybrands #patience #serendipity #goodnight #industries

[mrgangsterish]

Next Friday! Back at one of my favorite places to play in Boulder! @thebiergarten #mrgangsterish #ghettofunk #gangsterish #electroswing #glitchhop #bohemianbiergarten #boulderco #colorado (at Bohemian Biergarten) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwrkISNFajv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3pq1452vd6k8

#mrgangsterish #ghettofunk #gangsterish #electroswing #glitchhop #bohemianbiergarten #boulderco #colorado

[certifiedpat87-blog]

Dude at the store asked me what Gangsterish means..... I said you can come find out!!! The look was priceless #Ganster #gangsterish #tattedup #inkedfitness #enjoi #namaste #lovelife❤️ #Earls

#tattedup #gangsterish #ganster #namaste #inkedfitness #lovelife❤️ #earls #enjoi

[amara1783]

Kindred: The Embraced fic

Fic: The Cop and the Prince, unbetaed draft Chapter 1 Fandom: Kindred: The Embraced Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Frank Kohanek, Julian Luna Additional Tags: Post-Series, pre-slash, will be Julian/Frank in later chapters Summary: Frank goes to Julian for help when a dangerous criminal goes free. Note: Contains non-graphic references to violence, rape, and rape and murder of minors. Also plotting of murder and vigilantism.

This is a sequel to A necessary conversation.

Comments and concrit greatly appreciated :D

***

Julian sat by the fire in his study, staring into the flames, a glass of red wine cradled in his hand. He was feeling very alone this evening. The fog had rolled in over the city with the setting of the sun, softening the edges of things and making sound carry in unfamiliar ways. It was a good night to be inside by a warm fire, and yet the very comfort of it seemed to heighten his loneliness.

It had been two months since Archon had gone willingly to his execution. Julian missed him as if it had been yesterday. It felt like a part of himself was gone. No wonder, really; his sire had been part of his life since Julian’s embrace. He had saved him from the grief of Evelyn’s death, from the anger and the helplessness and the guilt.  Archon had guided him into a world where he had kin and kind to fight for and protect, where there was an honourable outlet for his grief and pain.

Lillie had left him too, stepping down as head of the Toreador clan and heading to Berlin. She was off to find herself, she said, to discover who she was. He wished her all the best, but he missed her. They had been friends and lovers a long time. The house seemed very empty with both Archon and Lillie gone.

The new head of the Toreador was a sculptress named Tessa. She had all the artistic passion of her Toreador blood, but also the patience to see beauty emerge from stone and metal and clay. He liked her, respected her, and in time he thought there might be friendship there.

Sasha had, ironically and unexpectedly, emerged as the primogen of the Brujah clan. Much of the old guard had been killed in the turmoil after Eddie's death, and Cameron had proved unable to hang on as leader, his one purpose - bringing down Julian - having been so thoroughly defeated. The Brujah found him too slick, too cultured, too restrained; too much, in short, like a Ventrue. He had been killed, and his death had left the Brujah without a primogen for the second time in as many months, and set off a spate of killings that decimated the clan, and left Sasha in charge of the more sensible and least gangsterish of those who remained. The rest, outnumbered, had fled to LA and to Cyrus - and would no doubt be a problem for another time.

Julian sighed and sipped his wine.

It was unheard of for a Kindred who numbered mere weeks since her embrace to become primogen of a clan - any clan, let alone one in a major city like San Francisco. And yet she had older Brujah following her leadership, listening to her calls for a new path for the Brujah, a path that was also a return to their ancient ways, thousands of years ago, when they had been warrior poets and scholars rather than common thugs.

She was finding a way to unite the fury and disappointment at the world that she'd had as a human with the passion and rage of her Brujah blood. Julian felt proud, as well as, still, regret for the violent manner of her embrace. She still had her room here, but she also had her own house that she shared with her lieutenants, and spent most of her time there.

He missed her.

His brooding was interrupted by a quiet knock.

“Come in,” he called.

The door opened to reveal Frank, in what was possibly the least dramatic entrance the detective had ever made, at least in Julian's experience. His amusement quickly shifted to concern however - Frank looked terrible. His eyes were bleak, and he was moving without the energy that normally seemed to fizz under the surface of his skin.

Julian rose, apprehensive, and started across the room. That this human whom he had grown to consider a friend should come here, on a night such as this, with such a look on his face concerned him.

Frank tracked his movements in the overly deliberate way that drunk people had, having to focus all their attention on their current task - but as far as Julian could tell Frank wasn't drunk; there was no scent of alcohol about him and his pupils weren't dilated.

Frank walked towards him, paused for a moment, and then, very deliberately, sank to his knees, took Julian's hand, and kissed it.

Julian allowed it, too surprised to do anything else.

"I have come to ask for justice from the prince," said Frank, looking up at him with a mixture of hope and despair on his face. Julian couldn't tell which emotion was for him - perhaps both were.

Julian raised Frank gently to his feet. "Come," he said, and guided him over to the couch and sat down beside him.

“It's not a Kindred matter," said Frank, wretchedly. "The monster is human. All the monsters involved in this are human.”

“What's happened, Frank?”

The cop took a shuddering breath and met his eyes.

"The case we've been working, we know who did it. Guy goes out and targets runaways, rapes them, tortures them, kills them. Kids nobody will miss, often without families, with no one to speak for them. Evidence goes missing. The DA doesn't want to prosecute. The mayor got on the phone with the chief. The perp's brother owns Rapidovista, and as far as the higher-ups are concerned that means we can't touch him."

Frank wrenched his fingers through his hair and let his head drop forward, slumping into himself. Julian let him talk himself out.

"They're all monsters, all corrupt monsters, willing to let this guy keep killing, just because of who he is, who his brother is. I arrested him, his brother sends a fancy lawyer, and he walked right out of there, just like that, this stupid smug smile on his face."

"The DA refused to believe based on the profile that it was the work of one person because the victims were too different - not all the same gender or race or hair colour - and the method not specific enough, not exactly the same in each case, as if that makes any of them any less dead. They were just kids."

Frank tossed the file he'd been holding onto the table. "Here, take a look."

Julian opened it, taking in the glossy crime scene photos and the carefully written up statements; evidence linking the brother of the founder of one of San Francisco's hottest tech startups, Rapidovista, with gruesome rape and murder.

No wonder the mayor wanted this to go away. It had all the potential ingredients for a major months-long scandal; the sort of salacious details the media would feast on, that would have San Francisco in the news for all the wrong reasons. It would scare away tourists. It would scare away investors.

Julian took his time examining the evidence, going over it piece by piece, recognising Sonny's handwriting in some of the notes, more legible than what must be Frank's. The picture the file painted was of thorough policework - a solid investigation building a case that should not have been so easily dismissed.

Frank watched him, surprisingly patient, until he'd finished and closed the file.

"I know, Prince Julian, that's it's not Kindred business, but these kids are dying. Please."

He met Frank's eyes. "I don't care that he's human." Julian's voice was cold anger. "I will not have this scum living in my city."

Frank felt relieved, that this man, this prince he had come to trust, was as horrified by these crimes as he was. Julian's anger was pure and right; it felt clean. The last days had left Frank wanting to scrub his skin raw to remove the taint of dealing with people who thought the lives of teenagers were less important than their own careers and their own standing. The irony of the situation did not escape him. Kindred weren't human - they were supposed to be the stuff of nightmares, soulless vampires who struck in the dark - but now humans were the monsters and the supposed monsters were... nothing of the kind.

At least, not in this city, under the rule of this prince.

"Frank, why come to me?" Julian asked gently. "You don't need my help taking out one guy - you killed a Kindred."

Frank looked away, uncomfortable.

"I'm a cop. My dad was a cop. I don't ... I can't be a vigilante. I need... a second perspective on this. Someone I trust," he said, meeting Julian's eyes.

For a moment Julian was lost in those eyes, in their vulnerability and openness.

The unexpected intimacy of those words was a shock, and Julian felt his chest tighten. For a moment he was speechless. He wanted to reach out, wanted a physical connection between them, but humans were odd about such things. Especially human men.

He yearned for a way to show his affection for Frank, that his trust was honoured and returned.

If Frank were Kindred he would have offered his hand for him to kiss, and then turned it over and offered him his wrist and his blood, a sign of trust and a way for a prince to honour one of his own.

Instead Julian put a hand on Frank's shoulder, and squeezed. Frank relaxed beneath his touch.

"Thank you for your trust," said Julian. “Where does this scum live?”

"Mission Bay."

Julian crossed to his desk, picked up the intercom and ordered his car brought around. He looked up at Frank. "I need to change," he said, and left the room. Frank, not wanting to be alone, followed after him, down the hall and into his bedroom.

Julian gave no indication that he wanted privacy. He changed into black jeans and a black shirt, his movements deliberate and precise, opening drawers and cupboards and decisively selecting what he wanted. He donned a shoulder holster - beautiful black leather, custom made - and slid in two Glock 17s, after safety checking them with effortless, automatic competence. He selected several knives of various sizes and tucked them away about his person - under the cuff of his jeans, beneath the sleeve of his black leather jacket, nestled at the small of his back.

The ease of Julian's preparations comforted Frank; steadied him.

"Hopefully I won't need any of these, Frank," said Julian. "My plan is to make it look like a suicide. Kindred have... a power, an ability to overwhelm another's will and coerce them to do their bidding. But it pays to be prepared."

Frank nodded. He knew he was supposed to be horrified and repulsed by this, as a human, but he wasn't. He had failed to be repulsed by Kindred ever since first beginning to learn of them from Alexandra.

"Cash will drive us to Mission Bay and disable the security cameras. I will execute Perlos, and we'll return here afterwards. I'll call your lieutenant to come get you, saying you showed up at my house, and that I don't want to make it official - which will give you an alibi, even though you shouldn't need one"

Frank nodded. It seemed a sound plan.

"What about Sonny?" he asked.

"I'll fill him in later tonight."

#kindred: the embraced #kindred the embraced #slash #vampires #fanfiction #julian luna/frank kohanek #julian luna #frank kohanek #my fic #concrit welcome #first draft #everyone gets to kiss julian's hand in the series but frank #seemed unfair #so i wrote this