#mafia/gang/mob

[huffelpuff210]

His Girl Part 1 Soft Dark Mob Boss Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

His Girl Part 1

Soft Dark Mob boss Steve Rogers x Innocent reader

Warning: Violence, blood, beatings, mild language, obsessed Steve, Protective Steve, Angry Steve, Controlling behavior, age gap,

Summary: You, Steve and Bucky have been friends for a long time, You are pretty much Bucky’s little sister what happens when Your brother puts you in harms way.

You were in your flower shop sorting the flowers, Starting the day when You look at the roses, Your smile falls, Remembering the day you lost your parents, 

Your parents were florists just like you but they worked for the mob, Whenever they needed flowers for parties or funerals or special occasions your parents were the one’s to call, they were like family to the mob, 

When you were just five your parents hid you and your brother in the closet, when they were executed in cold blood, 

Bucky’s father who was the right hand man in the mob your parents worked for found the two of you, 

They knew they couldn’t risk putting you and your brother in foster care so he took you both in as one of his own, 

You grew up in the mob, but you were never a part of it, Bucky Now Steve’s right hand man was like another brother to you, Very over protective brother, Scaring away any boy who even dared to look your way, Steve however treated you like you were made of glass, Sure the two men were much older than you, You were only twenty, But you never payed attention to those details, 

After you turned eighteen you took over your families business, Your brother however, he never could stay out of trouble even though he was older than you, 

The bell to your shop rings bringing you out of your thoughts, You look over your shoulder to see Bucky, He checks in on you everyday just to be safe he says, 

“Good morning doll.” He says 

You smile at him as you walk towards him, 

“Good morning.” You smile up at him since he is taller than you, and built like a brick house. 

You however are small and petite, He always tells you that you need to eat more. 

“Do you know where your dimwit brother is I haven’t seen him all day.” He says 

You shake your head, 

“He’s been dodging me.” You say with a sigh, 

“That’s odd.” He grumbles, 

“I’ll take the sunflowers by the way.” He says 

You chuckle 

“You don’t need to buy something everyday you know.” You laugh

“Sure I do, your my little sister after all.” He says 

You giggle

Giving him a bouquet of sunflowers, 

“Besides I just put them in Steve’s office anyway.” He says 

You roll your eyes, 

“How romantic.” You say 

“Smart ass.” He says 

You giggle, 

“I’ll see you later alright, stay out of trouble.” He says kissing your forehead, 

“I’ll try.” You giggle 

He leaves, You busy yourself with all the flowers in the shop most of the day was pretty dull that is until your brother storms in,

“Jeremy? Where have you been?” You ask rushing over to him, You see his face is badly bruised and blood, 

“Oh my god what happened?” You say checking his face, 

He grabs your hands, in his large hands. 

“We don’t have much time, You have to know I tried to reason with him.” He says in a panic

“What are you talking about?” You asked a bit worried, 

“I need to hide you and quick.” He says taking your hand, dragging you in the back of the shop, 

“Your not making any sense.” You say worried 

“I got in to deep Y/N! they are coming after you for collateral!” He says 

“What?” You stop in your tracks, 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bring you into this.” He says 

Suddenly you hear the bell to the store chime a bit roughly meaning someone yanked open the door with a lot of force. 

“Oh Y/N, I know your hear, your big brother told us exactly where to find you.” You hear an familiar voice, Brock is someone familiar to you Steve has had run ins with him a few times. 

You look at your brother horrified, 

“H-How could you-” You began, 

“I don’t have time to explain we need to get you out of here.” He says dragging you out the back only to be met with two big men, 

Your brother blocks you from the, 

“Going somewhere?’ You hear from behind you. You see Brock smirking at you, 

You can feel your heart pounding against your chest, 

“Hello Y/N beautiful as always.” He says smirking at you 

You glare at him, 

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you glare at him, 

“I think your brother already explained to you the details.” Brock says smirking at you, 

He tries to grab you but Jeremy blocks you from him, 

Brock sighs snapping his fingers where two of his goons jump him, punching and kicking him to the ground, 

“No, No stop I’ll go just leave him alone!” You yell, he motions for his goons to stop, Jeremy stands you hug him, 

“Get Steve,” you whisper. He nods

Brock pulls you away from your brother, his grip tightly on your upper arm,

He shoves you into the SUV

You knew the rumors about Brock and his Mob, Brock was notorious for beating his wife, killing his men without a second thought, wrecking havoc. He had no respect when it came to his men and the public, 

You knew Steve however he had everyone from the police to attorney's in his pocket, 

He will turn Brock’s operation upside down to get you back, You knew that for a fact, 

One of Brock’s men place a handkerchief to your nose and mouth, You struggle but still breathe in the fumes and you fall into a deep sleep. 

Jeremy ran as fast as he could to Steve’s mansion, The men at the gate knew him since he’s been in Steve’s crew for a few days, He runs to Steve’s office where he is having a meeting with Bucky and Sam, all the men look in his direction, 

“Dude do you know how to knock?” Sam says 

“I’ve been looking for you all morning where have you been?” Bucky says glaring at him, 

Bucky was tired of his excuses, He was only letting him in Steve’s crew for a favor to Y/N but all the men stop when they see his condition and the pure panic on his face, 

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked 

Steve just sat at his desk slightly annoyed, 

“They took her.” Jeremy says 

Everyone in the room freezes, 

“They took, Y/N.” He says 

Steve stands up, stalking over to him, Steve towers over him glaring at him, 

“What did you do?” Steve asks in a menacing voice, 

It was no secret that Jeremy always brought his problems to your doorstep, 

“It was Brock and his men.” Jeremy says 

“That’s not what he asked you.” Bucky says glaring at him 

Jeremy froze, 

“Well?” Sam says 

Steve lost whatever patience he had left grabbing Jeremy by the collar.

“What did you Do?” He asked 

“I- I uh gambled... More than I had, And He took her.” Jeremy said, 

“You what!?” Bucky says 

Steve holds up his hand Stopping Bucky, Steve glares at him, 

“Your sister gives you to many chances,” Steve says as he glares down at him, 

He shoves him to Sam, 

“Get him the hell out of here.” He says 

“W-Wait Y/N She need-” He began, 

Steve glares over his shoulder at him, making him clam up as Sam drags him out of the office, 

“We need to find her, Who the hell knows what Brock is doing to her.” Bucky says in a worried voice, 

Steve growls, 

It was no secret to Bucky that Steve was in love with her, But he knew this business could get her caught up with the wrong people, Exactly what Steve and Bucky tried protecting her from, But it looks like that was all out the window, 

“He’s probably got her at the Docks,” Bucky says 

Steve nods, 

“Get everyone ready, Brock has been a thorn in my side for far to long anyway.” Steve says 

Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, It was dark,you smelled a musty smell, You try to move but realize you can’t, Your hands are tied behind your back as you sat on a chair. 

“Good morning sunshine.” Brock says smirking down at you, You just glare, 

One thing Bucky and Steve always taught you no matter what never show fear. 

“Lets talk about your friend Bucky shall we?” He says with a smirk

[whump-card]

DRAGGED: One-shot

A short and sweet little piece for @sunshiline-writes

690 words

CW: gore, dragged by a car, exposed bones, deathwish, slight creepy whumper, character called “boy” is an adult

~~~

0300 hours.

The stadium lights stood tall above them, shining down onto the drag strip, harassed by moths and midges. The white points blurred as Mikalai panicked, on his knees, his hands tied in front of him with thick, strong rope. 

“Andrei, I didn’t mean to - I meant no disrespect, I…”

Towering above him - tall enough to tower even if Mika had been standing - was Andrei, his posture mimicking the lights: erect, uncompromising, his head bent to stare down at his lit subject. 

“I don’t care,” Andrei’s loud voice trampled over Mikalai’s quaver, “Your foolishness made me look foolish. Now, I have to enact the consequences. You think I want to do this? Mika,” Andrei’s voice softened with affection and he reached out to ruffle Mikalai’s tousled hair, “You’re my boy. I have to train you up right.”

Mikalai shivered under Andrei’s touch.

“Please…”

Andrei ignored him, briskly taking a step back and snapping his fingers. Two enforcers fell upon Mikalai, looping a chain around his wrists - a chain attached to the bumper of a drag car. Mikalai’s car, a cherry-red 95 Corvette, tricked and modded into an angel of speed.

It wasn’t his car anymore. 

The engine revved. Mikalai began to babble desperately.

“Andrei, please, God, I’ll do an-anything, anything but this, please Andrei, oh God…” Uncontrollable sobs ripped out of his chest. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the car.

It started to move, rolling slowly away. The enforcers took a step back.

“Andrei, please!” Mikalai screamed - but Andrei remained silent. Impassive. Almost serene.

The chain rattled as the length between Mikalai and the car began to uncoil.

“No, no, no no nonono…” Mikalai jibbered, scrambling to his feet.

He felt the first tug, pulling him along a few stumbling steps.

“Andrei!” he shrieked, still hoping, maybe still believing just for his own sanity’s sake, that this was a cruel trick, that Andrei would call it all off now.

The driver floored it.

~~~

Mikalai didn’t pass out.

He wished to God that he would.

With every breath, his exposed ribs expanded and contracted, glistening pink, red, and white under the stadium lights. His skin and flesh had been stripped away by the asphalt, sanded down slowly until his very bones dragged on the road. His upper chest, though not taken to the bone, was ripped ragged; flayed muscle, a missing nipple, seeping blood.

Mikalai had no choice but to breathe, each movement of air feeling like the movement of tectonic plates, earth-shattering, unbearable, pieces of himself that were not meant to touch rubbing together.

His knees, too, were stripped. One kneecap was missing, leaving behind a spongy mess of meat. The other barely hung on, the white cap looking like a fungus growing out of his leg. The right side of his face was gone; his eye had been protected by his prominent, well-formed brow and cheekbone, handsome features that were now pulverized beef, his sight blinded by the oozing blood.

He tried to blink. He glimpsed the lights above him, so briefly, through a sheen of red. A cough fought its way out of his body; his whole being spasmed, lighting every abrasion, every break, every joint on fire anew.

Both his arms were dislocated. They had been yanked from their sockets by the car’s acceleration, first thing. One elbow had scraped the road so forcefully and long that it wasn’t just the thin layer of skin that was gone; the bone itself had been abraded down to the marrow, the nerves within, never meant to touch air, screaming to high heaven.

One foot was twisted out of place. Somehow, this was the least sickening sight.

Mikalai lay on the tarmac, the low rumble of his car, once a comforting thing, humming nearby. He could taste blood and gasoline fumes in his throat.

He would have preferred to die, honestly.

He would have preferred to go to Hell.

A voice. There was a voice, somewhere in the haze of agony.

“Make sure he lives.”

A presence. Mikalai’s eyes fluttered; the stadium lights were blocked by someone leaning over him.

“A shame,” Andrei murmured, “You were so pretty.”

[mobscene-london]

(+2 APPLICATIONS)

Carla Beneventi-Vespucci

Delphine St. Clair

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[mylove-thresher]

Eating the queerness out of this ikea rainbow cake to become queerer and achieve becoming the ultimate queerform

(Something is actually wrong with me)

[thisdublife]

thisdublife

[mobscene-promos]

They’d co-existed peacefully once. Complacency in the face of the French Organization, however, was a certifiable death sentence.

London had always belonged to the British, and for a while, even the French showed little interest in challenging them for it. Whilst the St. Clairs might have solidified themselves as the most powerful criminal syndicate in the world, the Rutherfords were so deeply embedded in their capital that removing them would be anything but easy. 

When the families butted heads in California decades later, this time the French weren’t so keen on sharing. What started as an isolated (albeit violent) confrontation soon sent waves toward their London operations. Overnight, a city once run in harmony collapsed under the weight of a fight that wasn’t even theirs. Friendships were torn apart; now enemies in the eyes of their leadership. There was violence. Murder in the streets. Backstabbing—both literally, and figuratively—in the shadows of their towering empires...

London sits on the brink of its most violent gang war ever. There’s going to be blood. The only real question is who will be left standing when the last body falls?

[takeyourpillsbitchh]

Galladrabbles: Kindred Spirits

My second submission this week for @galladrabbles prompt of Back in Time from @gallavich-headcanon 💜

Part 2 of Kindred Spirits. Part 1.

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“Uh, hi,” Mickey looks up from the drink he’s making. “What can I get you?”

Ian furrows his brow. No way this guy’s gonna pretend to not know who he is.

“You gonna stand there and stare or tell me what you want to drink?” A dark eyebrow cocks at him and something heats inside of Ian.

Takes him back in time before people feared him—it turns him on.

“Don’t you know who I am?” He asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Some ginger jackass holding up my bar?”

Ian laughs—a genuine laugh.

“Oh, this’ll be fun.”

[snowyfrostshadows]

I have enough AUs and yet...

[the-great-lightwood-bane]

blood is our inheritance

Malec | Rated general | tw canon-typical violence, gangs, mention of drugs

Day 23: Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table

Summary: Magnus went missing on a Tuesday.

Or, the mafia AU where Magnus gets kidnapped as leverage against his boyfriend the mob boss — not that Magnus knows about Alec's less-than-legal life. But Magnus has his own secrets, and perhaps even as everything changes, some things can stay the same. 

A/N: one day late... I appear to be incapable of keeping up

inspo from a prompt on the @malecdiscordserver

Read it on AO3 or below the cut.

Magnus went missing on a Tuesday. 

Tuesdays were Alec’s least favourite days of the week. For some reason, all the possible problems that could occur seemed to enjoy falling on a Tuesday specifically to irritate Alec. Being a mafia boss was never easy, but it was particularly difficult and irritating on Tuesdays. 

This particular Tuesday had been mostly uneventful. Alec had managed to be only five minutes late to his date with Magnus, and in fact he’d arrived before Magnus himself — except that Magnus didn’t show up, and didn’t show up, and didn’t show up. 

Magnus had never been more than fifteen minutes late for one of their dates. At the twenty-minute mark, Alec started making some calls. 

The advantage of being a mafia boss was that he had plenty of people at his command to send out to search for his missing boyfriend. And missing he was; according to Jace’s report, there were traces of a fight in Magnus’ flat, and the man himself was nowhere to be found. 

He had been taken, and Alec knew both why and by whom. 

Alec’s only rival gang, led by Valentine Morgenstern and his son, had been steadily losing ground to him over the last several months. They were desperate; they wanted revenge. Somehow, they’d figured out where Magnus lived and what he was to Alec, and so they’d taken him. 

Magnus knew nothing about Alec’s second life. He loved Alec’s casual side, the part of him that pretended he was a lawyer with a crazy schedule, the man who didn’t have blood so thick on his hands it could never wash off. Magnus would know who Alec was soon enough, if he didn’t already, and that would be the end of the love they’d shared. 

The most important thing was Magnus’ safety. Alec couldn’t let himself focus on the coming heartbreak until Magnus was confirmed safe, and alive, and unharmed — and Alec would destroy the Morgensterns if Magnus had been hurt. 

~

Magnus opened his eyes tied to a table leg, a gag over his mouth. 

It’d been a while since he’d last awoken like this, but he recognised the situation immediately and began sizing up the space. The knots were fairly well done, but his captors either hadn’t bothered to search him for weapons or had failed to find the knife in his sleeve, so he could get out of them easily enough. There were several guards standing at the exits, but nowhere near enough to pose a problem. The table he was tied to was in the centre of the room, so he couldn’t see behind him, which was annoying; his bonds kept him kneeling on the floor, hands tied behind him and around the table leg. An annoying position, but he could get out of it without much trouble. 

The real question was why they’d taken Magnus in the first place. He’d left the bloodier parts of his past mostly behind, since killing his father; he hadn’t expected anyone to find him again. He needed to know how these people had found him and make sure that neither they nor anyone else ever did so again. 

A man rounded the table and entered Magnus’ sight — a man who Magnus recognised as Valentine Morgenstern, leader of one of the two gangs in the city. The weaker gang, Magnus knew, although he wasn’t exactly up to date on all the politics going on. 

Morgenstern wasn’t looking at Magnus, though — he was talking to a younger man at his side, likely his son. Magnus listened in. 

“—with Lightwood’s boy toy in our power, we’ll be able to take back all the ground he’s gained,” Morgenstern said. “Lightwood’s gang has been a thorn in our side, to be sure, but we’ll get rid of them soon enough.” 

Amidst a vague amusement at Morgenstern’s cockiness, puzzle pieces clicked together in Magnus’ mind — Alec’s strange schedule, the few times Magnus had seen dark stains under his fingernails, the reason why he’d been captured. Morgenstern knew nothing of Magnus’ past; he was simply trying to hold Magnus over Alec’s head. 

Well, Magnus couldn’t allow that to happen. 

He slipped the knife from his sleeve into his hand and sliced through his bonds. 

~

It took half an hour for him to assemble a team while his scouts figured out in which of Valentine’s bases Magnus had been hidden. Fifteen minutes to get there. Ten to kill every guard outside and race through hallway after hallway to the centre of the building. Alec’s people obeyed him without question; they knew to whom his loyalties lay and they would follow where he led. 

When Alec burst into the central room, though, the sight that met his eyes was nothing like he’d expected. 

In the middle was Magnus, splattered with blood which — from the angle of the stain — was not his own, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. Alec looked him up and down, checking for injuries, only registering a few moments later how incredibly attractive Magnus looked like that. 

Scattered across the ground were at least twenty corpses, among them Valentine’s and his son’s. 

Magnus turned towards them as he entered, a smile tugging up his lips when he saw Alec. “Look, I was going to tell you, but it’s kinda hard to bring up being a semi-retired assassin over dinner.” He paused, meeting Alec’s eyes. “Perhaps about as difficult as saying you’re a mafia boss.” 

Alec was at Magnus’ side in a moment, desperate to wrap Magnus in a hug and assure himself that Magnus was safe — but Magnus wasn’t making any move to reach out for Alec, and Magnus knew who Alec was now, and there was no way he could ever still love Alec. 

“We should probably get out of here before more of Valentine’s goons show up,” Magnus said, after a moment of awkward not-touching. 

Before Alec could summon a response, before he could make up his mind to say something, before he could think of anything to say — a door swung open, and perhaps fifteen people stormed through. Alec began firing immediately, and several gunshots sounded from beside him almost in unison — Magnus clearly handled a gun well. Semi-retired assassin, Alec thought, and then he was in the thick of the battle, fighting at Magnus’ side as though there was nothing unusual in it. 

The fight was done almost immediately, and Alec glanced over at Magnus as he caught his breath. Magnus was already looking at him. 

“You’re right, we should leave,” Alec said, flicking his fingers; his people formed up around him and Magnus without hesitation. They broke into a quick trot, and Magnus kept up easily; the few guards they came across were dispatched easily enough. 

Once they were out, Alec hesitated, turning to face Magnus fully. “We should talk.”

Magnus nodded. “My place?”

“Sure,” Alec agreed. “Give me an hour to deal with everything, and I’ll be there.” 

Another moment of hesitation, and then Magnus turned away to hail a taxi, and Alec tried not to read too much into it as he led his people away. 

~

Exactly an hour later, a knock sounded on Magnus’ door, and he opened it to see Alec — no longer bloody, wearing a button-down shirt that told Magnus he was nervous as clearly as the expression on his face. 

“Come in,” Magnus said with a gesture, the formality of it feeling odd because this was Alec. But it was also the leader of the foremost gang in the city — the only gang, without Morgenstern — and Alec knew about Magnus’ past as well as Magnus knew about Alec’s. 

Alec came in with a tight smile, and they sat down at the table without speaking. 

Magnus was the first to break the silence. “So.”

“So,” Alec agreed, a small smile ticking up his lips. “You’re a semi-retired assassin, I’m a mafia boss.”

Magnus nodded. “Yes. I — I think I should probably explain exactly what I meant by semi-retired assassin, though.” 

Alec tilted his head, waiting, and Magnus took a deep breath before he began. 

“My father was Asmodeus.” 

Everyone with any connection at all to the crime world knew that name, and judging but Alec’s widened eyes, he was no different. Asmodeus’ drug cartel had been incredibly famous, and its dissolution upon Asmodeus’ death was perhaps more so. Magnus went on before Alec could speak. 

“He raised me from the age of eight until I killed him shortly before my twenty-first birthday. I did his bidding because I knew no better and because he was my father. I killed whoever he told me to, assassinated whichever upright politicians or police were coming close to catching him. I killed him because I’d just found out that my mother had been addicted to his drugs, that she’d died because he’d stopped supplying her with them. He’d killed her because she’d refused to let me join his gang at seven as he’d wished. I’d already had some doubts about what he was doing, but that was what… tipped me over the edge, I suppose. I killed him.” Magnus swallowed, eyes still fixed on his hands in his lap. He hadn’t realised how much he’d wanted to tell Alec all of this, to confess everything, until the words were spilling from his mouth. “I don’t regret killing him. I don’t regret afterwards, when I helped along the dissolution of his drug empire by killing people. I suppose neither of us are the type of person to regret that.” He didn’t quite have the faith to meet Alec’s eyes. 

“My father led the mafia before me,” Alec said softly. “I’ve been trained since birth to take over from him. I managed to get my siblings out — Izzy and Jace know what I do, but they’re not actively involved. I took over the mafia from him when he died; I was eighteen at the time. I had a lot of ideals, changed a lot of things — eliminating the drug trade within my area, for one thing.” Magnus raised his head at that, but Alec wasn’t quite looking at him. “Not that I haven’t done bad things; I’ve killed, like you, many times. It’s necessary, to maintain my role.” He shrugged. “I don’t regret most of that, either.” 

Alec finally turned to look at Magnus, meeting his eyes with a mix of hesitation and hope. “I’m not in a position to judge you for anything you’ve done, Magnus. I understand if you think my actions are unforgivable, or if you don’t want to be dragged back into the crime world, or if you simply don’t love this side of me or don’t want to deal with the drama that comes with it.” He swallowed while Magnus remained silent, speechless. “I love you, Magnus, despite or because of everything I’ve only now learned about you. I love you. I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Magnus finally managed around the impossible tenderness rising in his throat. “I love both sides of you, all of you, everything. I don’t think anything you’ve done requires forgiveness, I want to stay by your side for as long as I can. I—”

He cut off when Alec kissed him with a greater love and a deeper knowledge than before, enough to drown in, enough to breathe in. 

Alec had been a star in the sky, a light Magnus couldn’t quite reach, a goodness that he didn’t deserve and couldn’t attain except by shutting half of himself away. Now Alec was here with him, on the ground, blood on his hands and fire in his veins and that same beautiful smile that Magnus loved, attainable and real and loving him. 

Magnus laughed with the joy bubbling up in his chest and kissed Alec again. 

~ Alec revised his opinion. Tuesdays were the best days of the week.

[evilenterprise]

Throughout the 1950s and '60s, Samuel "Mad Sam" DeStefano was one of the Chicago mob's most ruthless loan sharks. But unlike other mobsters, DeStefano prayed that his associates wouldn't pay him back — that way he'd have an excuse to gleefully torture them to death. One victim was local restaurant owner Artie Adler, who DeStefano brought to his soundproof basement torture chamber and tormented with his weapon of choice: an ice pick. After Adler was dead, DeStefano dumped his body in a sewer, and he was only discovered by the Department of Sanitation the following year when they got a call about a clogged sewer pipe.

But perhaps DeStefano's most brutalized victim was Peter Cappelletti, who tried to run off with $25,000 of DeStefano's money. DeStefano then abducted Cappelletti, stripped him naked, handcuffed him to a boiling radiator in the basement of his brother's restaurant, and tortured him for three days straight while he begged for death. DeStefano then reportedly invited Cappelletti's unwitting family and friends to the restaurant for a luxurious dinner in Cappelletti's honor. And after they all enjoyed their meal, DeStefano brought the burned and bruised Cappelletti out of the basement — then urinated on him in front of everyone before allegedly forcing his family members to do the same.

[atlas-affogato]

Writing guys being misogynistic makes me feel gross :((

[mobscene-london]

(+8 APPLICATIONS)

Yana Kurylenko

Jordana Velásquez

Izabele Anasenko | 4

Yasmin Gürsel

Archibald Hathaway

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[londonfalling-rpg]

SUBMITTER INFORMATION

Name: Lou

URL: @jack-seo

Best way to contact: Tumblr (@jack-seo) or Discord (jeanprouvaire)

Contact before applying: Yes

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: UTP Seo

Age: 25-28

Gender: Female

FC: UTP (must be Korean)

CONNECTION INFORMATION

Type of connection: Familial

Description: UTP is Jack's younger sister. They hail from a strictly conservative and "traditional" family, with parents who hold high expectations. UTP became the family favourite after Jack dropped out of higher education to join the police, and she has retained that position ever since. Jack and UTP's relationship is strained but not cold. They're civil whenever they meet, but don't do so regularly. UTP moved to London after graduation and currently has a nice job as UTP. She is not involved with any gang business as of yet but she is one of Jack's weaknesses, and a future plot could see that exploited.

[londonfallingpromo]

There's no one to trust, no one to count on, no one to stand behind. Blood and filth comes for all, in the end.

London Falling is an 18+ crime and political RP set in London, with a focus on character development and world building. The group offers a wide variety of skeletons, ranging from government officials and corrupt police officers, to gang associates or mob bosses.

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[mobscene-promos]

They’d co-existed peacefully once. Complacency in the face of the French Organization, however, was a certifiable death sentence.

London had always belonged to the British, and for a while, even the French showed little interest in challenging them for it. Whilst the St. Clairs might have solidified themselves as the most powerful criminal syndicate in the world, the Rutherfords were so deeply embedded in their capital that removing them would be anything but easy. 

When the families butted heads in California decades later, this time the French weren’t so keen on sharing. What started as an isolated (albeit violent) confrontation soon sent waves toward their London operations. Overnight, a city once run in harmony collapsed under the weight of a fight that wasn’t even theirs. Friendships were torn apart; now enemies in the eyes of their leadership. There was violence. Murder in the streets. Backstabbing—both literally, and figuratively—in the shadows of their towering empires...

London sits on the brink of its most violent gang war ever. There’s going to be blood. The only real question is who will be left standing when the last body falls?

[takeyourpillsbitchh]

Galladrabbles: Heat

My second submission this week for @galladrabbles prompt heat. Based on this mood board I made a couple months back and also goes hand in hand with this galladrabbles post from a few months back as well! This one will take place first, let’s call it the start of a prequel lol 😘 Kindred Spirits part 1.

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The club is thrumming, beating music making his pulse feel like it’s pounding as he downs his sixth? Seventh drink. He lost track after the hot new bartender caught his eye.

“What’s his name?” Ian asks loudly to the man on his right.

“Milkovich. Mikhailo.” Ivan responds.

“Milkovich, huh?”

“Mhmm. The one Terry sent cause his pussy ass can’t pay his debt.”

“Ah, I see. First night?” Ivan nods. “I’ll be back.”

“Sure thing, boss man.”

Ian makes his way to the bar. Sees blue eyes try to not look at him and fail. Sapphire clashing with emerald heatedly.

“Hello, Mikhailo.”