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emyluwinter · 6 months

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You have been waiting for a long time, many have asked.

And finally…

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°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° CONTINUATION OF THE SILVER BULLET!!🎉🎉🎉🎉

*throws candy, confetti around*

It's just a pity that the author of AU deleted his account. I hope they're all right.

I apologize that you had to wait so long. (as much as a whole year! And give or take a couple of months. Well, better late than never at all) Ahahaha.

I hope you enjoy it as well as the first part, enjoy!

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A few agonizing weeks of ghostly unknown after the attack on the Silver Bullet Bar.

The whole city was overwhelmed by a pressing, unnatural tension, seeping into every crack or forgotten speck of dust lost among the furniture. Unpleasant, compressing, like a prickly chill penetrating to the bones and settling somewhere in the stomach with a heavy load. From the unbearable pressure floating in the air, it was possible to turn on the entire light bulb factory when it was completely de-energized. No one dared once again to be near the paths of the thugs or the leaders of the mafia houses. Both old and new.

Civilians, the unfortunate ones who managed to stay in such a place, went out as little as possible to keep their safety and peace. Away from the eyes of angry minds and aching chained hearts of mafia people. People who have turned into a wild unbridled force, turning their souls into the likeness of monsters that thirst for revenge, blood and cutting. If earlier they held their territories in unshakable respect and fear, now it was a regime of terror and chaos. The rules became stricter, more tyrannical, insane and ridiculous. The brutal curfew imposed on civilians hardly gave out a grain of hope for the sun's rays in this hopeless dark storm.

The policemen, whose fate was more unenviable, were stunned as just one attack on a neutral territory alarmed the entire criminal world, like an overturned bottle with settled sediment, turning the pure exquisite contents into a completely muddy and unimaginable brew. Many who had a head on their shoulders wrote a statement on the same day and fled the city, capturing their families in a hurry. People who knew what price, no, pricelessness has only one person in the whole district, a modest, ordinary worker, understood. One scratch can lead to a couple of good quarrels. One bruise inflicted by a drunken brawler turned into a bloody massacre in the darkness that had never seen the light.

But when there was a rumor that Yuu were badly injured...

Knowledgeable people could understand that this would result in the explosion of not one barrel of oil or dynamite, but a huge powder magazine, engulfing everything around with its uncontrolled flame. By splitting their lives into splinters into events "before" and events "after" the incident.

"Ghosts" are the shadowy faceless workers of Dire Crowley, with whom no one wanted to have any dealings among the living, and even more so those restless souls who met their final path from their hands. They guarded the "Silver Bullet" without a single respite as their eternal silent grave. Not letting any of the living people, no curious civilians, no random souls lost in darkness and ignorance, no mafia or police bloodhounds. The latter were more than happy not to step into the trap with the "tombstone", after their close accidental step happened to be nearby.

No matter how many futile attempts were made, no matter how many professional people were sent, all attempts were crowned with failure. Not a single soul was able to enter the place of the attack.

People from Savanaclaw, famous for their bloodhounds, with their animal charm and stubbornness, were met with a suffocating smell, knocking them down two blocks before the bar. Which only aggravated their attempts to find at least a barely "remaining trace" of the bartender. People from Octavinelle, with their connections and eyes and ears on every corner of the city, like hidden anglers in the depths, were met with scattered traces like dust on the cracked old paving slabs around the bar. Two unsurpassed Ignihyde, geniuses whose technology could wipe someone's life to powder with just the push of a button on their endless devices. They were met by "Shadows" who stirred up their every technique to the last screw and left only piles of mutilated and chewed metal, which would definitely violate the agreement on their "neutrality" and not interfering in the affairs of others, if not for the statement that no one from other "Territories" can conduct "their own affairs", and this it also included the search for information and evidence on neutral territory, The ''Silver Bullet'' was a guarantee that any knowledge, words, negotiations, swearing, will remain in oblivion and scattered in the thick smoke of tobacco and cigarettes.

Hunt - Shadow and the best hidden sharp blade, among the luxurious elegant flowers of Pomefiore. A person whose actions could create a headache for at least three groups only by their appearance in the room.

Was delivered to the head of Vil Schoenheit in….

…a closed elegant crystal COFFIN…

Strewn with flower petals (from the persistent aroma of which the head was dizzy to fainting as soon as the coffin lid was opened, and several pawns had to leave their posts because of this), like a sleeping unearthly beauty and left in a deep sleep, in ignorance and ecstasy of their own dreams and dreams.

But by some unthinkable miracle still alive. Not remembering the events a week earlier, when he went on another search. Not remembering how the hell HE could have been taken by surprise.

Schoenheit took such a clear and open message "Mind your own business" as an intimidating warning and decided that first of all he would take care of the safety of his subordinates. It was reckless to count on the "mercy" of the first time, and no matter how much the Hunter persuaded him to continue his independent search, Vil was unshakable. If they follow the same scenario, with a warning, then the ending and the curtain will come sooner than it should. And they will hardly be able to get out of this alive.

This was definitely the work of the "Ghosts", there were only isolated exceptional cases when their victims remained alive. The "survivors" were delivered without any prints in closed coffins back to their homes. Treating the "victim" with respect and accuracy. Not the most terrible fate, unlike those that befell other unhappy souls. Not even one of the "old leaders" is eager to say out loud what these people are capable of. The very mention of each of them brings incredible discomfort or the thought that they will meet Charon's boat or the Gate of Judgment faster than they finish their thoughts.

There was only one thin thread connecting the event with the fact that this attack really happened. Some of the particularly kind-hearted people hoped that the Bartender just managed to escape from all this incessant nightmare. Trappola and Spade were the only witnesses who last saw the Bartender-Yuu and their cat Grimm alive that day. In a very deplorable condition, wounded, with a strong smell of blood and medicines hastily used so that Yuu would not get a painful shock. From their testimony less than two hours from what they saw, it was clear that the "Dogs" took them in an unknown direction. The duo of card soldiers were only tied up and abandoned a couple of blocks from the crime scene.

Unheard of luck in the opinion of many. An unsolicited curse due to the realization of his helplessness before the power of others.

What was surprising about this luck, because Ace and Deuce remained whole and alive after meeting with the people of the older gangs. It usually ended very tragically or was a bloody warning to everyone. If this is not an official meeting and you have interfered in their affairs, you have witnessed something that no one should ever see. Even taking the same air next to them had terrible consequences.

But this time…..they didn't touch any of the younger mafia groups.

What infuriated the heads more was that Yuu suffered. Their unapproachable jewel, their treasure, their of love and adoration, were wounded. The priceless blood that flowed in their veins was spilled to them, without the approval of any of the heads (they would not have given their consent anyway, even for all the money and privileges that the tsunami poured into them), they dared to touch and insult their body with wounds. It was a silent declaration of war for every mafia group leader from the younger generation. Because no one dared to approach, even to approach more than a step closer to their flawless flower, their holy grail, amid the dust, dirt, alcohol- and tobacco-soaked air of the bar. Definitely in need of repair and better sponsorship.

Waiting for any news, any clues or at least any lost crumbs about the alleged whereabouts of the Bartender, it seems as if time itself decided not to go any further and waited in hiding for any news about this case. Each of the gangs "tried" to cope with anger from the realization that they could not deal with the attackers themselves. They also disappeared without a trace as well as their "favorites". The fate that would have awaited the attackers would have been recorded in history as the most greedy and brutal massacre in the mafia world. The heads in some inconceivable way even concluded an agreement that if the attackers, these desecrators of their inviolable peaceful abode are found, they will pass through all 7 groups. And each gave an iron guarantee that they would remain in sufficient consciousness and the rapidly approaching end of their lives to pass a verdict from each. Juniors or novices were not allowed to "take part" in this Vendetta.

Drowning out these moans and screams of their desperate souls, which moaned and demanded revenge, prayed to see the Bartender again at least once. "Senior gangs" - such as Crowley's Crows or Crewel's Watchdogs or others, did not give answers to countless questions of gang leaders, no matter how much they were voiced. Their pleas went unheard. The rules tightened more and more, hunts became more frequent without any control or purpose, the destruction became more global, but nothing could calm the rampage in the thoughts and actions of some mafia leaders.

Despite this, they continued to work harder, harder, more obsessively.

It was as if Yuu's life hung on a thin web from every beat of their hearts..

Schoenheit, Kingscholar, and Ashengrotto were to visit one of the Crewel mansions to discuss the supply of some medicines, their manufacture and the construction of new points. Mundane things that required their attention and distracted them at least in some way from the endless search. From this endless trap and agony where there was no end in sight. A clue can appear out of nowhere and completely by accident, even the thinnest thread of the web would be for them a strong sea cable pulling them to Yuu.

Their paths passed through the familiar tangled green labyrinths. Tall, densely growing, lively and very well-groomed hedges of shrubs with plants with long thorns dotted every centimeter. Whether they were poisonous, no one was particularly eager to check it, well, except that there were a couple of "curious researchers" from different groups who got a very good kick in the ass.

The hedges were so dense that they seemed to be made of walls that barely let the sun's rays into the tangled, tangled paths. If you didn't know the right way, it was easy to get lost in them, even worse if you start running into dead ends with traps. It will definitely not end well for you. Disposable drawing cards were issued for each visitor and for each visit. The drawing was different each time and somewhat confusing for an ordinary person, but not for gang leaders. A kind of puzzle check for the assertion that you really deserve to come by invitation. At the end of the meetings and the exit, they were burned without leaving traces or pulling out the "system" or "algorithm" of the passage.

An artfully designed system of passages and entrances on a relatively large territory.

Enough to take away uninvited guests, and enough to inspire guests with at least a drop of prudence and caution to meet with the owner of the house.

-How much more do we have to play this nonsense, damn it, I'm not in the mood to play this game. - Leona growled irritably, following the signs to a certain place. Along the way, kicking small pebbles of gravel from the path, which unpleasantly clogged into his open sandals. They had been walking for more than 40 minutes. The same green walls, only the paths were replaced by gravel, old vintage tiles or a finely sprouted lawn. The monotonous picture and the surroundings only irritated his mind, which was plowing without a blow.

Catching something out of the corner of my eye, less than a fleeting flash, so much familiar flashed somewhere in the thicket. A barely tangible joke of a tortured mind?Or was it the same smell that was carved like a stone in the rough rock of the canyons and sand? It can't be a hallucination, it can't be a mockery from others. Yuu's apartment where they lived was easily found. But even if you knew the address, there was no guarantee that they would be allowed there. The old groups guarded both the bar and Yuu's apartment as if the very word "protection and patronage" were invented for this case. No matter how much Leona longed to get a tidbit in the form of Yuu's clothes or clothes with their smell, it was a forbidden fruit that no one could get. And it infuriated him..

But if it's not a lie, not a vile trick of others..then… this?

Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw someone in a small almost barely noticeable gap the size of a baby's little finger nail, among dense green bushes. When this lion had a high motivation, and a thirst to get something. His own "pack" was afraid of its leader, his mind was frightening to them.

-I dare to agree with you, Kingscholar,… but still Mr. Crewel has a stronger position of his affairs and we still need to consider their opinion…?Excuse me?! -Azul added irritably, but in a more polite manner, trying to tread carefully so as not to scratch his expensive patent leather shoes on another path of rough gravel. Azul and Vil noticed that Leona was looking somewhere rooted to the spot, fascinated and detached from reality, clearly not participating in their conversation and not even adding irritated snorts or caustic comments what he had been doing for the last hour.

-Leona?What did you see there? – already tired of the bickering and bickering of his fellow travelers, Vil was going to scold the obnoxious lion for his slowness and that he was delaying them. Instead of any explanations or answers, Leona resolutely fixed his gaze on the bushes, estimating their height and width.

Like a jeweler inspecting a new uncut stone. Without answering a single question, without giving any hint for further action.

The lion moved into action.

Abruptly running away from the place, Leona famously and masterfully jumped over two-meter bushes, as if it was child's play for him. Leaving their "fellow travelers" in complete bewilderment and with their eyes wide open from shock. Even if lion was so tired of these wanderings, it never reached the moment of outright "cheating", because later in this version, the "lost way" doomed himself to imminent death. Painful or fleeting was determined only by the will of fate and chance.

As much as Kingscholar hated all these rules and frameworks, he followed them. Because he wasn't crazy enough to risk that much.

What the hell made him suddenly cross that line and risk everything?

-Leona you will be eaten by dogs are you in your right mind?! - Vil's voice was heard further and further away, but Leone didn't care. He found what he wanted.

No, what I've been looking for intentionally all this time.

There was a tall tree behind the hedge, maybe an apple tree or a peach, it didn't matter. Not now. The important thing was that the branches of the tree could serve as an excellent ladder for landing on the other side of the maze.

Caught in the midst of a beautiful manicured garden with a glass stained glass greenhouse inside, filled with various flowers and buds of different colors and sizes. Plants that could not be found anywhere in the city and a small artificial stream in the shade of trees.

It was a hidden garden from all eyes, like a paradise, an escape from all the troubles and sorrows of the world. It is not surprising that Divus has never invited guests to this part of its vast territory.

The nose gently tickled the smell of flowers and fresh greenery, interrupting the very subtle, barely perceptible smell of medicines and severe wounds…

It wasn't a trick of his imagination or a tired mind.

There in the shade of the trees in the greenhouse next to an artificial stream. Snoring sweetly in their sleep, tired and exhausted from treatment. Dressed in a light, elegant, terribly expensive dressing gown and carefully covered with a blanket, they slept soundly on a small folding and antique armchair…

…Yuu.

Their wounds were still healing and they looked frightening to say the least, but it was definitely much better compared to how the senior heads found them. The face that had been swollen from the blows was already slightly yellowish in the area of the jaw, the blow seemed strong enough to leave such a huge mark. The rest of the wounds could not be seen from the warm blanket. Despite the first-class care from Crewel himself and probably the best masters that saw this light, Yuu still looked very sick and weakened.

Leona was sure it was them. Even though the light fabric of expensive lace covered their face, their body was carefully wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Which made the task of identifying a sleeping person very difficult. Swallowing nervously and taking a step towards him, Kingscholar once again cautiously looked around, not noticing guards or dogs anywhere.

And then he ran like a "stupid, reckless boy"… towards his unsuspecting sleeping "prey" Leona could not even remember when he could give himself up to the "moment and emotions" for the last time.

He was so eager to find what had been taken from him. To cling with your claws and teeth and not let anyone else take it away even for a moment. Even if they resist. And they would definitely hit him with everything that came to hand, it was worth reaching out closer to their "protective layer". It's good that they're not in the bar right now, getting hit on the head with a bottle or a metal shaker was not the most pleasant of possible developments. Although of all that could be used now, Leona noticed a watering can. Also mettalic, he even grinned that "garden tools" had never occurred to anyone before to be used against him. And Yuu would probably use everything they have. Maybe they even hid a small cast-iron frying pan or kettle somewhere to protect themselves, oh, definitely this was one of the most interesting traits of the Bartender's character.

He missed their "indifference" so much, their unapproachable facade, their body language, their movement. They began to fade in memory due to the lack of certainty that it was not a dream.

If Riddle's Roseheart personal space s would have porcupine thorns, Vil Schoenheit poisonous potions, Malleus Draconia impassable thorns and vines…

Then the Bartender Yuu had a damn impenetrable safe, with all the layers that could only be thought up, to rebuild all the indestructible thick walls, which did not take any dynamite or invasion in the form of any mafia leader.

For the first time in his life, Leona Kingscholar felt his hands tremble. From trepidation? From the feeling that he will reveal his desired "gift" that he has always wanted to receive? A priceless reward that was awarded only by his touch and attention?

Slowly, unhurriedly, without tempting fate with unnecessary movements, Kingscholar carefully hooked his nails on the delicate flawless lace on the cheek of the sleepers.

Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was screaming and he was afraid that it could be….not them. Not their bartender, impregnable as an indestructible tower. And someone… different.

Not the person that he wants to immediately kidnap to his lair and subjugate to his will. Of course it would be wonderful if Yuu wasn't given even the slightest resistance, but that would be too boring. Too mundane. Too easy. What kind of leader will Leona be if she grabs prey that is inactive?

Removing centimeter by centimeter of lace from his face, Leona nervously licked his lips dry from exertion, seeing traces of ointment for the treatment of bruises and swelling after blows. If only a single scar remained on this face, Kingscholar would personally dig them out of hell, tie a contract with the King of Hell and the Dead, just to get to the idiots who dared to approach and desecrate with their own hands this living temple of his captive heart. Just to show that "death" was a heavenly mana for them before what he would do to them.

Perhaps he himself would like to leave a small scar? A mark from his fangs on his neck so that everyone can see who this person belongs to. No one would be able to stop him now. Sounds very tempting~

But…

It was too childish, because with such a fragile neck that was always hidden from prying eyes by the "bartender's uniform", it would be easy to break it with one hand. His strong, callused hand. And it would have ended so quickly and so pitifully.

Ah, right now he can, just take this easy prey with him… and.. -Get your rough dirty hands out of their face. - Vill said tensely through his teeth, spitting out each letter like a caustic poison. Taking out his pocket pistol and pointing it directly at the back of the head of Savanaclaw. Leona did not even turn around or, in any way, react to these threats. Not considering his attention to be something important.

He was too preoccupied to appreciate the extent of Yuu's injuries and the stages of treatment. The blood loss was very serious, but not enough to bring them to the edge of the border of life and send an invitation card from the "soul boatman". The head of the "Dogs" has good connections with doctors and scientists, so skillful that Leona would not be surprised if Yuu was taken out of the other world by agreeing with heaven about a postponement. After sniffing, the head of Savanaclaw notices notes of certain medications. He may not be familiar with the full list of pharmacology from around the world, but he can definitely find out which ones are being used now. Yuu is kept on strong medications and medications, there can be no doubt. Because their body simply could not cope with the painful shock due to the wounds received. They are not fighters like every "piece of the puzzle" of any of the criminal gangs, they do not harden their bodies with fights and training. They are an ordinary person who will definitely be in a serious condition after the incident. Bruises on the face, apparently trying to break through their bones to break the jaw so that there would be no screams. Traces on the neck, Leona growled menacingly just from the very idea that someone had time to touch their body. There is no medical collar on the neck, so they left only swelling and terrible bruises. For a second it might have seemed that this could have been "staged as a case with a rope and a chair," disguising an ordinary murder as a suicide. It's enough to scatter the evidence and cover up all traces.

The police sniffers are too exhausted with their work, they didn't even begin to sniff out what happened. So there is a possibility that "someone" wanted to get rid of the Bartender. It's a lousy deal for them. Or use this sacrifice to lure someone out of the current young groups.

Now this explains why Yuu is so much patronized by the senior heads. Their life is the only piece that gives a neutral territory for civilians. Kill them and even more chaos will begin. To leave them alive means to give people hope for a peaceful time for which everyone is starved like in the desert.

A fragile wounded herbivore, what an irony that they don't know their full value now. Gently pressing his fingers below the sternum, Yuu shuddering immediately squeezed out a painful hiss and turned away from the touch that disturbed their sleep. Broken ribs. More than two, perhaps there are cracks in the others, which is why they breathe so shallowly and barely flinch when they try to turn on their side. Is there still a sharp smell of blood, a knife wound? Or stabbed? Damn, it's easier for him to tear all these pieces of cloth on them to examine every inch than to play these charades.

They beat purposefully, there is no doubt, but they did not try to kill immediately for some reason, and apparently there are still injuries. But at gunpoint with the clinging gaze of a "Peacock with curled curls" it will not be easy to do.

Now it's easy to understand why they sleep soundly and a lot. Medications do not allow them to "wake up" and give the blissful a rest from the world. Even without reacting to someone's presence and outsiders, any noise or action will be missed by their sleeping mind. The shock of the experience is huge, physical injuries would definitely have great consequences on their minds.

Well, "the best medicine is sleep", right? How ironically they were connected by this particular detail in behavior. Ah, it would be so nice to just soak up in such a garden and take a nap together. Perhaps he would have had more time to make sure how severe their condition was.

-Do you think I'll let you at least allow such a luxury to look at? - Leona chuckled, still feeling the cold metal of the gun at the back of his head. Like hell he'd show what he could find. None of them. He would personally examine every inch of Yuu if he had the chance. The lion does not share his prey.

- Well, neither of us is going to give in. Be an obedient lion and move away from them so that your brains don't get dirty on them, and blood doesn't scatter like beads on their chest and face.

The silence that had arisen between the Lion and the Queen was broken by very heavy breathing somewhere behind them, in the accompanying sloppy running noise from shoes on the path laid out to the greenhouse.

Cursing because of the more hardy and athletic body of his "fellow travelers", Azul cursed them for the sixteenth time. His thoughts were filled with such obscene ejaculations and expressions that he did not even expect that he remembered and even more so ever heard something like that. Floyd could only dream of such a set of obscenities that Azul had now.

Shortness of breath and shortness of breath were practically the main enemies at this moment, the out-of-breath leader Octavinel. Azul had to put his hands on his knees and bend over to straighten his appearance. Running is definitely not his strong suit, mind games? Yes, he's a pro at it, but not a sport. He would rather start playing Russian roulette than agree to a ridiculous marathon on gravel in the private garden of one of the leaders of the old groups. You have to be a completely desperate person to take such risks without a specific goal and without having all the cards in your hands for your own victory.

"… so that instead of tea in the morning, a cup with medical leeches is served to you…."

And another one of 15-20 curses and curses flew by with lightning speed in the octopus's smart brains.

It was too unpredictable and unexpected turn of events when Kingsclar suddenly rushed over the fence somewhere or……to someone? Schoenheit quickly realized or noticed something, rushed after him. It would seem that only one moment had passed, and these two had already jumped the fence as if it was child's play. But Azul was unlucky, he had to find a "loophole" in the hedge along which Crewel guard dogs usually crawled and cut his detour. How glad he is that Floyd once got stuck out of pure chaotic curiosity in one of these loopholes!!

True, Crewel was definitely not thrilled with the behavior of this unnecessarily ubiquitous puppy that day.

Having finally recovered from a sharp tiring run and climbing through narrow places, Azul began to look around quickly, catching his eye on every detail that would later become a benefit for him. He needed an answer why did these two break the rules that they followed so strictly for who knows how long?

It could be a plant that few ordinary people have heard of, but so rare and precious that a lot of blood could be shed. It could be the fruit of a tree… or a piece of real divine… forgotten by the gods.. ….ambrosia…..

For the second time, Azul's lungs lost all air. Seeing just for a brief moment someone's silhouette behind Leona and Vil, his gaze could not deceive. Acutely feeling how icy water doused him from his head to his feet, penetrating to the bones and into every cell. Shackling and squeezing, feeling how everything squeezes every part of his being and at the same time bursts like the brightest firework in the darkness of the night.

Oh, the mighty, boundless, rich dark waters of the ocean…

It was a lost Pearl.

Not yet "belonging" to him, a pearl adorning a dark, gloomy, old and in need of repair place in the bar. Like a forgotten sunken treasure hiding in an old decrepit wooden chest at the bottom of the sea. Like an opaque seashell hidden among sand, silt and the bottom of the sea, it conceals a tiny treasure hidden from all curious eyes.

Yuu wasn't taken away by someone's dirty uncouth hands! Right now they're in front of him! He can approach and see their face, clearly enough, clearly enough and not foggy, without fear of waking up again. Not the dreams that tormented his head every night, every moment, every second of the impossibility of seeing them in reality, when Azul could not hear their voice, their restrained manners. Their courtesy in the form of a box of napkins, when the leader was a little overdoing it with alcohol and his tears flooded the entire bar.

Which Yuu were definitely not happy about when it happened, so confused Ashengrotto with the realization after a hangover. But he still appreciated every moment with them. With their "impenetrable" wall around their personal life, habits, interests. Of course, Azul could, at the click of his fingers, find out everything up to the last second of the Bartender's life if he wished. But, it won't be so interesting. This is an exciting game where they always slip out of his tenacious hands, despite all his efforts. And he keeps looking for any crack or hole in their defense, just to get to them.

It remains only to deal with the "two" problems standing next to the treasure.

Speaking of them..

The tension between Leona and Vil could have been cut by a drilling machine, because an ordinary file would have broken how heavy and oppressive the atmosphere between them was. Maybe Azul is eager to steal Yuu right now, until they can neither resist nor feel alarm or fear that they are being taken somewhere without direct permission. But he is still in his right mind not to get into conflict with these two. It would be possible to use a garden cart to transport the "Pearl", but too complicated escape routes would have to be endured. In addition, he can barely cope with his two, and now also with a weighty cargo in tow.

No, this is a bad idea.

On someone else's territory, senior leaders, without support, with a visible physical advantage. That would be a deal with a fatal outcome, definitely not desirable at the moment. It was a lousy alignment from which side he could not turn the game board in his direction.

-May I remind you, gentlemen. That we're not at home. - cautiously threw a reminder that worked like an explosive bomb, Azul looked indifferent and looked through no alarm or trap had worked somewhere. Any oversight that leads them to a more dangerous turn of events. Now that the "guest" rule has been violated, you need to urgently look for a way not to run into even more trouble. In the best scenario of his game moves, Azul will be able to leave on his own without suffering and begging, bargaining or even selling for himself an "invitation" or "courtship" for Yuu. A couple of extra skillful hands would definitely not fit them? To prove himself in the best light in front of the "elders" was definitely more reasonable, a very good alignment and a lot of benefits for him!

-Huh, when did you care, Azul? - Leona sneered caustically, pulling the lace fabric back onto the unsuspecting Yuu's face. He saw what he wanted, learned what he wanted, others are not allowed to see it. Even through the lace fabric Schoenheit could clearly see all the consequences on the pale face of such quiet and slumbering Yuu. With compassion filled to the brim in his poison-soaked heart, Vil memorized every wound, every bruise, every small swelling on his face with undisguised rage. All that distorted the charm of the Bartender hidden from prying eyes.

It wasn't just a crime….Oooh, no… it was an attack on "his property"

Although technically and straightforwardly speaking, Yuu was not given any hints, signs, flags, at least anything that could be considered confirmation for an affair or a relationship. They kept their personal space and relationships firmly at a distance until the next galaxy or more. As far away as possible from the "regular visitors" of the Silver Bullet. To tie yourself to at least one of them means to sign a one-way ticket without the right to make a mistake.

One step forward, two steps back, Vil regarded it as a leisurely graceful dance with partners who are just getting used to each other's movements and pace. A light, delicate and courteous touch here, a couple of compliments there and the pace can gain momentum for more decisive movements.

Only if your "partner" is not as closed as a refrigerator in cement, which was Yuu. The bartender was a pro that even Rook couldn't find out anything from their personal information. According to rumors, the same person was the cause of Octavinelle's insomnia, because with their influence, even they could not find anything. Or someone "intentionally" covered up the traces of life, the past and everything that was connected with the Bartender. What was a more reasonable explanation than the complete absence of at least some meager crumbs of information. Their occasionally sharp comments, like a defensive structure, only amused Schoenheit. A silly, naive little man behind the bar. They don't even need to coquettishly clap their matted eyelashes covered with dust from behind the bar to get the attention of the "Queen" herself.

-mhm… - a quiet sleepy sound barely escaped from Yuu's chest when they changed the position of their head for a more comfortable sleep. The three men froze with mute awe and adored their every breath. Judging by the slight trembling from time to time, it was very painful for them to lie in one position, which bothered their ribs and the Bartender had to hold his breath for a couple of seconds to endure the acute pain and finally exhaust the air from his lungs when the pain finally eases.

Their hands were so stained with someone else's blood and taken lives that it was ironic that the three men were afraid to make an extra move or make too noisy a sigh, just so as not to wake them up. Do not disturb their peace and peaceful sleep in ignorance. Of course, they were like hungry animals and longed to hear their voice again, to see their deft hands pouring glass after glass of alcohol in the bar, to see their subtle emotions on their face. They were thirsty, they were hungry. But they were still miraculously restrained by an unknown force, unknown even to themselves.

Finally, Vil decided to take a step and threw the lace fabric from Yuu's face with a gesture filled with grace and lightness, briefly examined their condition. Just like Leona did a little earlier.

Oh, what a loss. Their lips were slightly cracked. Apparently the Crewel dogs made a small mistake by not giving them proper hydration for the skin. Of course, their wounds are now in the first place, without a doubt! But the very thought that their lips would be cracked and bleeding was driving the already frazzled nerves mad. Drinking medicine or eating with wounds on the lips is very unpleasant and uncomfortable. Even the slightest movement will be painful. As a Queen, he couldn't ignore it, he must take close care of his precious Bartender.

Schoenheit's personal pocket cosmetic bag always had a set for such "emergencies", even though it was used only for himself. Recently, Vil liked the hygienic lipstick with the smell of peaches. Not a plitar apple like Epel's, nor something citrus, nor tart or strong, but a very soft peach smell.

Using one hygienic lipstick was a somewhat… intimate and very close gesture from Schoenheit's point of view. It's like sharing a lovers' kiss away from all the prying eyes and fuss. It's like keeping this novel in the strictest secret and pouring out all the love behind tightly closed doors.

While Leona was distracted by some sound and listened attentively, Vil took the opportunity and, still holding the gun at the ready, took out his sanitary lipstick and carefully applied it to the pad of his index finger.

Touching their lips with even the pad of a finger was enough to confuse his thoughts so much. After the devil knows how many unbearable nights when his perverted consciousness gave false hope, dreams where they were completely at his mercy. In his delicate graceful hands, drowned in his strength and movements. His tenderness, his love, his touch. Pull every sound, plea from their mouths and divide the breath and air from the lungs for the two of them. In private. Away from everything… After such nights and a heated mind, he spent the whole next day in the most lousy mood that only Hunt could notice.

Ah, it seems one fleeting touch was so painfully little for his insane hunger. He wants more.

Their thoughts, their thirst, their hunger were disturbed by a voice they didn't want to hear right now. In everyday matters, for them it was neutral or at least respectful. Now he was putting some of them in fear for his actions. -I don't remember giving my invitation to MY personal garden for bad puppies. - menacingly breaking the silence like a rumble of raging thunder among a quiet harbor, the voice of Divus sounded, in the tense silence of the uninvited guests present. Walking along the winding path laid out by expensive tiles, like an angry deity waiting for the right moment to grab someone by the throat with his hand. Violation of the boundaries of its territory, meant only a brutal massacre of the unfortunate that dared to commit such a misdemeanor. Crewel's "chain dogs" followed him like his own shadow in clear weather. Two particularly tall and stocky subordinates with "masks" of Dobermans covering their faces, walked one step ahead as if protecting their master from even the slightest sigh of enemies.

The others immediately surrounded the three "uninvited guests" in a tight knot, as if throwing a noose around their necks and waiting for the owner to order it to tighten until the bones crunch.

The numerical superiority of the dogs was obvious, now they are in an extremely disadvantageous and precarious position.

-What does it mean, Crewel? Have you and the feathered jerk been hiding their location from us all this time?? - Leona growled, looking around imperceptibly for at least the slightest chance to escape or leave. He didn't lose his mind enough to rush into a fight alone against an entire group. Although he could quite try.

-In my defense, Mr. Kingsclar jumped the hedge first. - Azul modestly added, in order to save his skin a little, and without taking his eyes off the henchmen of the owner of the house, he took off his hat as a sign of respect. Or accepting the inevitable? -My answer is still the same. It's none of your business, puppies. - the owner of the house snapped and looked at the heads of the young groups with irritation. Well, Crewel was distinguished by titanic patience … from time to time, and when you get a lucky ticket of "patience" no one could predict. Besides Yuu, they were their only favorites among all the people who saw Crewel. Despite his fearsome reputation, Divus didn't even hide it. On the one hand, he could amuse his ego that the Bartender was a unique person who received such a status, on the other hand, it amused. To see how the leaders of young groups and their wards climbed out of their skin and gnawed their nerves, breaking their bones, just to get a grain of attention from Yuu. Cold served attention, which was always not enough for them.

-Does not concern? Crewel with all due respect to you and your work, you have taken away what I have been looking for for so long. And you, among all the others, were the one who constantly told us to give up the search. - Rage boiled in Vil's veins, mercilessly venting his irritation in every word addressed to the not too hospitable "host of the house". His acting nature, although it retained the "outer face", inside he was like a hot devil.

-Yuu. is. not. your. property. - Crewel snapped, again not giving any answers to their silent questions that were hovering in the air like a pack of angry bees. It seems even Divus himself was pretty tired of this topic and wanted to close this box with the discovered treasure as soon as possible and hide the rest from "prying" eyes.

-Not yet. - Leona grinned, not leaving the place where Yuu slept peacefully, their sleep was so deep and strong that it seemed that no rumble or noise could disturb their peace. A hint of a hostage? Which is to be expected from a lion with a lot of hunting experience. At Leona's words, Divus frowned with displeasure. Ah, it seems cheeky grinning dogs should be taught a special lesson. To make them finally realize their position.

Apparently they are not sufficiently aware of their situation.

-Neither of you is competent enough and has a strong enough position for even one freckle on their cheek. - Imperiously snapping his fingers, Crewel pointed to his "sleeping guest", wondering how to resolve the heated situation. There were plenty of options to choose from. As much as he didn't want to just teach these three scoundrels a lesson, the rules of decency had to be observed. In addition, his would not like to arrange a massacre in my own house. -Take the puppy back to the room. And check all the indicators….As for the naughty puppies wandering around where they were not allowed.. All three heads tensely sucked air into their lungs and prepared for a fierce fight. Will they really try to kill them?! Seriously injure to save information about the Bartender? Whatever was out of all the options that were spinning in their head, the script was very crappy. -Let their "blissful ignorance" remain with them further … – Divus smiled smugly, lighting his cigarette from a long mouthpiece with a beautiful engraving in the form of an elegant silver pattern. Two "Dobermans", without any problems or any resistance from the violators, approached the chair with the sleeping Yuu. It was a completely wild picture, people with masks and robes hiding their faces, as if from a single breath of wind, were next to such a fragile life and weakened body.

-We'll take you back to your room. – calmly said one of the Dobermans, untangling the folds in the blanket, and wrapping Yuu like a dozing little child who needs to be taken to bed. It was only necessary for one of them to seat Yuu to intercept them in his arms for a more comfortable position. Yuur immediately gasped for air with their mouth slightly open, from the pain they tucked their legs to themselves and clung to the Doberman uniform as if they were holding on for their lives. Uttering an agonizing prolonged moan of pain for the second time, louder than the others. Almost choking on his own breath.

Silence reigned in the garden again. Crewel stared in amazement at how Leona, Vil and Azul were glaring at his employees, due to the fact that Yuu was hurt. Touched without their "permission" once again in front of their eyes. Moreover, they froze and fell silent as if by mute order. Well Crowley was right, Yuu had the most influence on mafia leaders than anyone else. Yes, not wanting it and avoiding it like cholera.

In tense silence, everyone noticed the Bartender's broken breathing, which gradually leveled the movement of his chest and the work of his lungs. The pain eased its grip on their body, and they could catch their breath a little. -I'll give you some painkillers. – while one was busy patiently waiting for Yuu's acute pain to ease a little, not moving like a marble statue. The second Doberman took out a small bottle from his breast pocket and made sure that the Bartender was really able to drink the medicine. Delicately touching the bottle to their lips, the Doberman tilted Yuu's head slightly so that the liquid filled their mouth. Yuu drank greedily and immediately began to frown and cough from the terrifying aftertaste. They stuck out their tongue and frowned so funny that Azul wanted very much to get out his phone and record it all on video. But he was stopped by the thought that he would grab a bullet in the head faster than he would get to his pocket.

With all the care and accuracy that could only be in human movements, intercepting the weakened body of a sleeping person and carrying away from the curling fights and conflicts of interests of the mafia. If the shrine was a living person, it would be Yuu. What most infuriated those present from the "fans" was that the Bartender was not held by their hands. In such a tender, delicate embrace.

In less than a moment, everyone was waiting for the beginning of the "play". Punishments or the fate that should have fallen on the heads of violators of the rules.

The first to fall to the ground silently like a doll was Azul, as if he was struck by an instant sudden death. Vil was able to fight off at least six more people to at least try to intercept Yuu by the thin lace falling from their faces. What was so treacherously beckoning everyone behind him, fluttering from a light breeze in the garden. It was as if they were abducting a fabulous creature, unthinkable and ephemeral before their eyes.

Leona lasted the longest of all three and felt a sharp prick like a bite from an annoying mosquito in his neck. Poison? A dart? He didn't even notice the attacker, was it a thin needle? More like a tiny annoying itchy splinter. Did he really lose his grip and mind because of lack of sleep from the search? What a shame. Leona vision begins to swim faster than his brains work and process options for his actions.

With steely calm and indifference, watching the startled uninvited guests, Divus approached Leone, who was growling aggressively and trying to get up from the ground and grab the legs of those who were carrying the bartender away with his claws. This man was definitely not going to give up, even when he couldn't stand up and move a single muscle.

-Contact the dogs, get ready to get to the "fangs"… This was the only thing that reached Kingsclar's keen ears before he was thrown into the darkness of an unconscious pool.

A few hours later.

Feeling a sharp pain in his head, trying with great effort to focus his senses on the surroundings, Leona could barely open one eye and distinguish several silhouettes. Was the place safe for him? Abduction? Which sounded, though terribly absurd with his strength and skills, but still a possible option. Gradually, his eyes got used to the light and began to distinguish silhouettes and colors around. He is definitely not at home, not at his "base", or in one of his personal places where he rests his thoughts from the world and everyone around him.

The exquisite interior of the room surrounding him, people with dog masks and Crewel peacefully sipping his drink from an expensive crystal glass, patiently waited and looked at three sluggish attempts to get up from an expensive carpet.

-Are the gentlemen awake yet? - Divus asked with an undisguised grin.

-Mgh… what… what happened? - Azul muttered hoarsely, smoothly sitting down with his hands on the floor, adjusting his lopsided glasses, taking a glass of water from one of the servants, feeling like every cell is filled with unbearable heaviness. -You have stumbled upon one of the dead ends with a trap. As you know, the best caution is a proactive step forward. - Divus replied with casual calmness, as if he was explaining another topic for his inexperienced puppies.

-So-so service and "reception of important guests" - Leona snorted, rubbing his temples with displeasure, feeling like his head was filled with an unimaginable load and thick fog. How did they end up here? This has never happened before.

Well, you yourself are well aware that the best tactic is when there are no "uninvited guests" in your own house.

And he was damn right. No one would want to see familiar faces from mafia groups, police and others at home. No one will be waiting for them with hot tea and pies. -Do you want to say that your "invitation" and the drawing was a lie? - Vil complained with displeasure when he was helped to sit down and he noted with displeasure that there was a trace of the carpet in the form of a small indentation on his cheek. How many hours did he lie like that to stay? -Of course not. It's just that you took the wrong turn, this happens from time to time. When you wander around the same place too much, your consciousness can play a cruel joke on you. - one of the servants handed Crewel an elegant cup of tea, and while Divus was waiting for "his guests" to recover, he enjoyed the drink.

All three of them had a sharp feeling that they had forgotten something extremely important. Some very necessary thought was spinning muffled somewhere in the halls of the mind. She screamed, howled and scratched like a trapped wild animal hungry for freedom.

Or they really exhausted themselves so monstrously by searching that their own brains sent them to deal with another maze puzzle on their own. And Crewel gently hinted to these three, "You are yourself to the state of vegetables that even the last remnants of your mind have evaporated, the fact that you don't look where you're going is your problem, stupid puppies, not mine"

Either Divus outright lies to their face and does not even regret their deplorable condition and they were pumped up with something very strong. Poor Azul, he couldn't even stand on his own and was helped to sit on the nearest chair. Vil and Leona were not in the best condition, they were reeling like on an unsteady bridge in a wild storm. But still they tried to swear, complain and grumble about this event and the service.

When they were no longer able to voice their complaints, the Owner of the house still ordered the servants to serve them tea and snacks. If the puppies have the strength to yap and whine at him, then their condition is not so deplorable and they just get on his nerves as revenge.

Which means he can finally put all the waiting hours on them for the hell of how many hours and take it out on them properly.

Somewhere in one of the corridors of a luxurious mansion, with an exquisite interior, two Dobermans were walking. The sound of their footsteps bounced off the thick walls covered with expensive paint and paintings from different eras and tapestries. They walked in silence, listening to any rustle nearby, or remotely recognizable voices somewhere in one part of the mansion. Holding the already half-asleep man in his arms, the Doberman periodically cast a glance at the "guest" of his master. Waiting for the dream to lift the veil of fog from their consciousness.

-Mhm.. - Very lazily and sleepily opening one eye, Yuu frowned at the light and tried to realize where they were and where they were being carried. There was complete chaos on their heads and Dobermans jokingly called "the haircut of a bitten bush", Maybe they were professional thugs and criminals, their sense of humor was still as sharpened as their nose. -Are you awake? - another man in a Doberman mask noticed, simultaneously checking the state of their health. If at least one scratch remains from the "uninvited guests", their boss will definitely not be happy with this arrangement of cards.

-Mr…. De Soto?Where… I heard voices.. - the bartender whispered listlessly, settling down more comfortably in strong hands. They have already got into the habit of pressing their cheek against someone's muscular chest. In fact, it was terribly uncomfortable, because it seemed that you were being dragged by pieces of stone. But from the realization that they have been carried on their hands for so long that any bride or princess would envy, it became more pleasant.

-Did you hear the voices of the Owner and us, or did you dream? - the Doberman clarified very subtly, trying to make out whether there was a conversation between those young leaders and Yuu. Or their conversation took place only in a joke of reason.

-Mm..not sure..everything is so foggy. Except for Mr. Roscoe's incomparable cologne. Who did you kill… to smell so amazing? - trying to cope with the still heavy and foggy head from sleep, Yuu lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against the chest pocket of the Doberman. Both "Dobermans" snorted and burst into merry laughter, you can hear a lot of funny things from a person on "painkillers". And they didn't have to remember everything, because they weren't even suitable for dirty blackmail. In addition, it killed their boredom from time to time.

-We use the same cologne for all the "chain dogs" so that no one can track down who is who. And in addition, we will be able to smell someone from our own. - De Soto explained, adjusting the blanket on Yuu's neck, checking that the bandages and ointment did not smear on the fabric and was so where it should not be.

-Um-uh..

-Hey. You bark too much and talk about the subtleties of our work. - Roscoe growled, obviously frowning despite the mask hiding his face.

-Don't show your teeth to Roscoe. They already know so much material that they are a walking encyclopedia for police bloodhounds. - Their human security partner replied with a shrug.

-I don't like them..they always come and don't clean their shoes. - complained and mumbled Yuu. Remembering how they had to wash the floors over and over again after the bloodhounds. It was like some kind of incorrigible invasion, repeated over and over again. Until Yuu, for the first time in his life, had a fight with the police department in one week and forced them to wash the bar themselves.

Wounded pride, so living out its last days from the encirclement of mafia clans and alliances around, has seen the best days in their lives. So now they had to obey an ordinary civilian who not only beat up all the policemen armed with a mop and a floor rag. So also to "serve a sentence" for "disrespecting someone else's work"

This was probably the first time in the history of this area and the city that some bartender was not arrested or reprimanded by the police. Moreover, he forced them to correct their habits of cleanliness and neatness that had deepened in their bones. Some wives of policemen were pleasantly touched by the changes of their husbands and sent a few nice gifts for the Bartender, someone made a knitted warm blanket, someone gave a hot lunch. Someone gave a new scratching post for the Grimm.

After hearing about the case with the police station and Yuu. Crewel laughed so loudly that the whole mansion tensed at the thought that nervous tension had overtaken their owner.

-Yeaaah, we've heard a lot about this story. - Roscoe grinned cheerfully, wanting very much to see the expressions on the faces of the police when cleaning the bar. -And we were all wondering why you needed a bucket of antiseptic in the bar.- De Soto asked, half growling, half laughing.

-This is for these assholes who come to the bar in blood and try to give me cash in my hands. As if sanitary standards for them are not prescribed in the mafia charter. Or what do they have, a bloody contract, ritual sacrifices in the form of bullets? - snorting and grumbling like an elderly man, Yuu slightly jerked his uninjured leg as if wanting to kick someone from his memories. Dobermans look at each other and can barely restrain themselves from exploding with laughter. So the three of them walked, laughing and talking as if old friends were looking after a young ward in trouble.

After a few more agonizing weeks of terror and chaos, a meeting of senior heads and Yuu took place at the Crowley Mansion.

It had already become a habit for the bartender to be a "guest" or an "observer" from the outside while the others were doing their dark business. Usually it was Daire office, but this time it was more like a luxurious living room. With large cabinets filled with various books, souvenirs, figurines and weapons. A round table with fragrant tea served filled the whole room with a pleasant herbal smell, and a variety of various snacks and light meals, suggested that the conversation was going to be very long.

But this time the tension and the mood itself was different. Yuu couldn't help but notice it. Lucius was more restless in Trein's arms, Sam looked a little tired, even Vargas, with his superhuman energy and endurance, looked battered. Crewel, despite all his acting mask, looked than everyone else….nervous?Annoyed? As if hanging in the air, no one dared to voice aloud without the permission of the "chief"

-Today we have to discuss the question of whether it is worth opening a Silver Bullet, or Yuu it remains to live with one of us until other options appear.

Ah, that's speeches the devil's business…

In truth, Yuu were already so used to being treated well by Crewel and his chain dogs that they were out of their minds and wanted to get hurt again just not to see the faces of any of the "regular customers" of the bar. Seriously, when else will they get the opportunity of the best care, service and security on the continent, reception for free? The conditions were only that Yuu remain neutral. Everyone knows, everyone hears, but they don't say anything and don't give anything. This town was so exhausted by all the bloody showdowns that a neutral zone, a safe zone from others, was almost equated with a blessing. The privilege that Yuu would have gladly refused and moved away from this … To start everything from scratch and not be persecuted by anyone, was not the most terrible thing. Despite all the difficulties that could arise along the way. But with such "admirers" it was worth thinking about where they could not get to with all their might and strength. And their damn, damn thirst for competition and competition. "Showing whose ass is sitting higher" - as Yuu sometimes called such cases. -Considering that as the youngest demons have completely gone off the rails, if they see Yuu, they will tear it up for souvenirs faster than I will sell everything on Black Friday. - Mr. Sam grinned and complained at the same time, straightening his snow-white glove and immediately reached out to take some treats provided to the "special guests", the choice fell on the canapes and cookies.

-I agree with Sam, the puppies are off the chain and don't even spare themselves, let alone their subordinates, just to get to them. Crewel added with a heavy exhalation. The dogs were a well-knit team, and were distinguished by caring for each other. As if they were more like a pack that would not sacrifice a single one of its fellows.

-Even if you put a guard on them, they will have to walk with her for the rest of their lives. - Vargas mused aloud, which was not particularly typical for him, though. But his "hunting and guarding" regime continued for too long, even for his limits.

Looking at the discussion from the side, the Yuu felt as if they were being squeezed from all sides by metal plates that were getting closer by the minute and squeezing them tighter as if in a vice. They were trapped, unwittingly. Damn it, they did everything just not to make mistakes. Where did they miscalculate so badly? They did not show favorites among customers, did not even give an empty hint. Who knew that these bloodthirsty psychos would need their heart and soul?!Not to mention the body. Yuu felt a chill of horror sweep over their body. No, it's all right. They're in the safest place right now. They just don't need to face any of the younger factions.

-Not to mention the fact that we received some "demands" from the authorities of the continent to settle this and expand the zone of neutrality. - Mozus finally spoke when Lucius began to sit on his lap more calmly.

-I was going to do it, before the attack… preparations have even begun. - justifying himself with facts and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers, Crowley, as it can be seen, was also at a dead end. On the one hand they need Yuu to go back to the bar and Quoting Daire in one of his personal conversations with the Bartender, "To bring these madmen to reason and pour at least a drop of common sense into their heads!!!" On the other hand, the realization that Yuu is now the main target of the whole city. Starting from kidnapping for ransom, ending with extortion and a pretext for the denouement of the massacre. It's like giving a piece of meat to hungry predators.

Their card, their main trump card that needs to be beaten deftly and skillfully enough so that the situation develops in favor of the holder of this card… The End.

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st4rz666 · 17 days

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last one I swear

no I don’t

ok but really, I was just doodling this this last night for fun. I DID NOT expect another chapter to be released today 💀.

Still, in celebration to the new chapter coming out, some more fanart

@galaxyshine24-7 keep up the good work 🩷

I’m obsessed with this fic

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dandelionwhisp · 2 years

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Deals With Devils

A Floyd Silver Bullet Mafia AU fic

Silver Bullet AU by @jackplushie

this was so incredibly fun to write- my brain exploded at the idea of sb!mc losing it and who better to snap at then one of the most canonically unhinged characters of twst?!!? thank u jackplushie for another amazing au and i hope ive done it justice!! it might not be as yandere as others have written but i hope he’s still the crazy boy you know and love.

CW?: yelling, a bit of swearing, mentions of corpses, mentions of violence (nothing super extreme for the last two i promise) and a tiny itty bitty suggestive bit at the end you might see if you squint

enjoy!!

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You leaned forward- grabbing his loosely unbuttoned collar roughly- face inches from his own. “Listen here, Leech.” Pissed. Oh you were beyond pissed. “This is the one place where you don’t get to make your own rules.”

And if your words were about to put a silver bullet through your skull then so be it. It took all the years of built up patience to not slam this person’s face into the tabletop. “I don’t give a rat’s ass about your mood swings if you disrupt my bar. I’m not interested in compromise—“

Tilting your head slowly with purpose, breath low and scalding with anger against his ear, your voice rang clearly for him to hear. “—cause’ I have no interest in making deals with devils.”

Letting go of his collar, and straightening it the best you could, you widened the distance between you and the man. Your face returned to a neutral expression, as if you hadn’t just threatened one of the most dangerous individuals amongst the ‘underworld.’

“Here, you’re allowed to have all the fun you want as long as my bar and its patrons stay intact.” His eyes blew wide in surprise at the fierceness of your gaze and complete fearlessness in the face of someone who has probably taken more lives than you could count on both hands.

You slammed his most frequently requested drink in front of the stunned gang member and let out an exasperated breath. “On the house-” shock passing, Floyd’s expression grew into one of unsettling delight. “-as long as you don’t cause any more trouble for the rest of the night AND take care of the damages you caused earlier.”

Reaching under the bar top, you pulled out a mini aquamarine umbrella and placed it in the beverage, returning his... disturbing smile with your own seemingly unbothered one.

You could tell he’s had a bad couple of days, and you knew they were his favorite.

He let out a childlike laugh and sipped his drink happily. “Alright Shrimpy I’ll behave~” Though you were obviously unconvinced. “As long as I’m allowed to squeeze you whenever I want!”

Ah. There was the catch. “Yeah yeah alright. Just don’t make me mess up any drinks.”

Smile unwavering, he blinked in surprise. He didn’t expect you to actually let him! (Not that your protests would’ve stopped him from squeezing you in the first place)

But damn, you were so interesting, always providing something new for him to prod and pull at, always a new button for him to press to see what your limits were.

You weren’t easy to break and were often level headed to a fault, but when you snap, Floyd has learnt you bite back hard.

Yet... you’ve always let him and many others stick around, whether you can’t bother to or can’t afford to toss them out completely, even when they leave behind a broken chair or shattered glass in their wake.

Floyd was known to have unpredictable and sudden mood swings, dangerous and feared throughout, including those within his own gang- save for his brother and boss.

People know to ‘stay away’ or submit to his wants in these moments where it got particularly bad. After all, no one wishes to be left behind with their organs mangled and ribs shattered. Well, no one except perhaps you.

Today was one of the worst days for the exuberant leech twin, being yelled at by Azul for losing a few of his prey along with a lecture from Jade, as well as having been unable to give a good squeeze to anyone in days after breaking his arm in a prior conflict.

Too irritated to chase those who bolted at the first sight of him, he’s found that corpses, while also soft and squishy, aren’t warm and cozy nor do they squirm delightfully like living people do. They were limp with no fearful, pounding heartbeat to soothe his frustrations.

So naturally, he found himself at your bar to let that anger out.

Too bad your mood was just as sour as his with the terrible weather outside, and with the way he forcefully yanked the door, leaving behind a loud screech which let you know something definitely broke and would have to be fixed by you later, it only got worse.

Within ten minutes, all twelve patrons previously seated in your bar scurried out the broken door, three of which did not pay for their drinks and four who left with something fractured, probably never to return to your establishment again. He broke two glasses and was nearly about to tear through your countertop when you finally had enough.

In an explosive bout of anger, you forced the Floyd Leech to shut up and listen to your demands, even throwing in a minor threat in the mix.

Now usually, he wouldn’t take such treatment lying down. However, your reaction was exciting to him. In fact thanks to you, his mood has improved significantly!

Floyd doesn’t really care that much about deals and contracts or whatnot. With how their organization runs, that’s mainly Azul’s job and Jade helping with the persuasive side of things. His role was to give out the punishments when asked, though his brother would often tag along in the process.

But you? Oh what Floyd wouldn’t give to see you sign upon a golden paper, binding you to his mafia.

The rest of his time spent at your bar is him slurring out half-hearted apologies for breaking your furniture and chasing out patrons, promising that he’ll pay for the damage (because you both know he has the money for that- or rather, Azul does.), with arms wrapped around your waist despite still being kept at arms length with your vague answers to his too-personal questions.

As it approaches closing, Floyd leans forward and tilts his head slowly, breath heavy and searing against your ear. “Thanks for the drinks, n’ I’ll see you ‘round soon, Shrimpy~”

Pulling his loose arms off you, you let your face split into a mocking yet familiar, unsettling smile. “You’re welcome, and I truly hope not.”

Lazily making his way back to where Azul and Jade were definitely waiting for him, Floyd twirled the mini umbrella between his fingers.

While remembering your outburst, he laughs to himself and decides,

‘he’d like to see you lose your shit more often,’ but perhaps it’s the rarity of it that makes it all the more fun.

He’ll admit that smile of yours he had once only seen in his own pictures and reflections had his heart thumping and mind racing with thoughts beyond the boundaries of what would be considered ‘socially acceptable’.

And it makes him think of all the ways he could open you up and break you down next time, and eagerly looks forward to what adorable expressions you might wear then.

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My dear, you may have no interest in deals with devils, but beware, cause’ you’ve got devils wanting to make deals with you.

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forgwater · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, my dear~

Silver Bullet AU -Vil-

Silver Bullet AU by @jackplushie

How would Vil treat the reader for their birthday? (a present and a little bit of a request Happy Birthday @ferns-island <3)

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It started early in the month.

From generous cash tips from the entire Pomefiore syndicate to anonymously sent bouquets to presents. Selfcare products, cosmetic products, perfumes, jewelry.

Each one more expensive than the other.

Each attached with a heartfelt note thanking you for the safe heaven you provide as well as your hard work put in maintaining it.

The beautiful cards were always handwritten in the most elegant cursive you’ve ever laid eyes upon, as well as scented with an all too familiar perfume.

Vil Schoenhiet, the leader of the Pomefiores.

You’ve exchanged pleasantries before… and you’ve met in less than ideal situations too. You have no doubt that it’s him. Especially when he shows up at the bar everyday sporting the same perfume he used on the cards.

Vil seems to not even mind your suspicious glances every time he leans over to you, beckoning you even closer to him, citing the loudness of the other patrons as his believable excuse.

And he dares act so nonchalant about it! Of course, you haven’t confronted him, but the looks you two share just scream that he know you suspect him.

He seems… almost proud of his handiwork. Of the effect it and him have on you.

You never considered Vil one for games of cat and mouse, so he must be planning something.

The gifts are becoming more and more, hell, on one of the days the entirety of the syndicate brought you presents.

“What is this all about?” you finally ask their leader.

Silently, he rises from his spot. The champagne glass in his hand is brought up, slightly towards your surprised form.

“A toast.” the man declares. “For the most formidable barkeep I have ever met. May this day, your birthday, be filled with only happiness and joy!” he slightly bows his head, violet eyes not leaving yours for even a second.

The bar erupts with cheers and applause, the sudden noise echoing loudly. And in all the slightly disorienting hubbub, a hand is placed on your arm, shaking you out of your stupor.

“Vil-“ you are however cut off.

“I hope you are enjoying the festivities, but if you so wish we could step away from the party.” leaning closer, he whispers “Perhaps you’d prefer something more intimate.”

“I… I don’t know what to say…” you try.

“You needn’t worry about the bar, it will be taken care of, I assure you.” he insists.

Offering you a smile, he continues “I would love nothing more than to make this day, this special occasion, one that you will never forget. Not for the rest of your life.”

Vil ends his offer with a kiss to to your cheek, a silent promise for more and a question:

“So, what do you say, my darling?”

You’d be a fool to refuse such an offer.

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chizramue · 7 months

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One of my fav twst au is jackieplushie’s silver bullet au here’s some of my headcannons every time I think of it

•out of all yuu’s caretakers (nrc staff) Vargas is the one who visits the most

•there’s a little spot in the bar for grim

• actually punched a couple of rowdy customers

•Yuu lives above the bar

• a bit messier above than below

•got a good fashion taste

•Adeuce will gift out chocolates to Yuu (made by trey) to say thanks for dealing with their bs

•while concerned on why malleus only comes after hours they don’t bother and drink with him

•Yuu had alcohol at a young age (drank it by accident )

•majority of everyone forgets that Yuu is strong

•Sam supplies materials that can’t be locally get

•Crowley visits them at night to make sure they’re resting properly (or to accidentally scare them)

Credits go to jackieplush and anyone who made ideas to silver bullet

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #twst imagines #silver bullet au #twst yuu

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honeyuuyuu · 2 years

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FCKING @jackplushie THIS- HOW COULD YOU- I DON’T LIKE HI-

TW: Suggestive, A little blood

Instagram ✎ Devianart ✎ Reblogs help! ^^

Tagging: @rizavi-m @twisted-clovers @forgwater (you also bullied me >:VVVV)

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ethereal-night-fairy · 3 months

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Silver Tongues, like Bullets

Chapter 2

Werewolf!141 x Female Reader

Your camera held darker secrets than any of the men anticipated. It was also the first nail in your coffin. They may have let you go had they foregone seeing those pictures.

Warnings: MDNI, dark themes, manipulation, drugging, punishments, kidnapping, non-con touching, non-con looking, stealing nudes, breast slapping, groping, manhandling, implied jerking off, poly 141 taking care of reader, BDSM themes?,

(images used does not indicate the reader it's just an aesthetic photo)

Comments and reblogs appreciated 💗

Silver Tongues like Bullets Masterlist

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Word: 6k

-23/11/2023

A blanket of darkness had fallen over the cabin, the night air getting much icier than before. Not that it bothered any of the boys. They had thick skin and were susceptible to surviving in harsh weather. It was you who they were worried about. It was a shock when they all first saw you. No one was supposed to be able to find this place, not easily that is. It has caused a slight rift in the dynamic of the pack. With Gaz and Soap wanting to help you and him and Ghost walking on the edge of caution. In the end they decided to wait and see. And if they thought they needed to they'd have you restrained until they could confirm your innocence.

Soap had gotten you a blanket but you were still shivering even with the fire burning hot. Price was growing suspicious. Were you purposely acting pitiful to gather their trust? Were you trying to make yourself out to be less of a threat? Gaz looked at you with pity as he started plating the food for everyone. A nice cut of venison with some military ration sides. Ghost seeing you weren't able to regulate your body heat goes to gather more wood from the wood pile. While all this going on Soap can't help but ask you every question under the moon. You were quiet and reluctant to answer anything too personal.

Price comes out of the cabin with a first aid kit. You tense up when he approaches you. Like you were just looking for a chance to run. Your behaviour was strange. You were the one to ask for help yet you looked like you wanted to be anywhere but here. He didn't know what to make of it. His first instinct was to think you were a spy who was caught snoopy and just made a cover story to buy time. If that was the case they needed to stay on high alert if they were being watched by someone. For now he told his boys to stay on the edge of caution even after Ghost had secured the parameters. They couldn't be too careful.

Price came to sit beside you. Holding out his hands to look at your injuries. With some reluctance you eventually place your shaky hands in his. Price held your fragile skin with tenderness. Making sure to wipe away the blood and dirt with care. The damage wasn't extensive but you had certainly taken a fall somewhere in the forest on the way here. You looked disheveled and extremely tired. You flinch and whimper from time to time as Price applies pressure and the iodine on your busted skin. The sounds definitely caused emotions to stir in all of the men. Pair that with your intoxicating scent the situation was a little too convenient. Such a delicate thing you were, you didn't look like you could do much harm. But you can't really trust anyone, not in situations like these. They're been hunted for far too long to not be cautious of strangers approaching them for help. As lovely as you were, the timing and your behaviour was odd.

You held a cup of hot chocolate to your chest, the warm ceramic starving off the cold from your fingers. The blanket wrapped around wasn't doing much for you anymore, maybe you were coming down with a fever. But it was hard to tell because you were so tired. The situation wasn't ideal. You didn't want to be here. And by the looks of it the men didn't want you here either. Fatigue was settling in and you could feel your eyes drooping. The fire was on its last leg, only a couple embers glowing in the dark. You had offered to help clean up but they kindly told you to rest. You watch them mull around tidying up as Soap keeps you busy with idle chatter.

They didn't say much about themselves nor did they indulge you with your questions. The only information they gave you were their weird nicknames and that they were here on a short break after an extended work trip. You couldn't blame them, you wouldn't share too much information with a stranger either. Despite the shaky introduction the men were very sweet to you. Price had helped patch up some superficial cuts on your hands and legs, while Gaz got you something to eat and drink. You were even given a blanket when the fire wasn't enough to starve off the cold. They even offered to drive you into town the next morning. Your parents definitely warned you about trusting strangers, especially men but these four didn't seem so bad. Hopefully you'll be able to call them soon to let them know you were ok. Though you weren't looking forward to the lecture you were going to receive when you got home tomorrow.

Gaz had gone in first to set up your sleeping arrangements. Price followed soon after with the dirty dishes and utensils in hand. You sit for a while longer enjoying your conversation with Soap, despite his forward personality he seemed like a decent fellow. What unnerved you the most was Ghost, he hadn't spoken a single word to you as of yet. On top of that you could only see his eyes. You watch as he puts away the wood in a neat pile beside the cabin. He was a very big man, much bigger than the rest of them. His biceps bulge as he carries the heavy wood to their designated spot. They were all so rugged and well built it made some stir deep inside of you. No one in town looked like that. No one in town had made you feel this amount tingling between your legs.

You're totally oblivious to the fact Soap is watching you eye Ghost with intrigue or possibly hunger. Maybe a mix of both. You totally miss the full canine smirk gracing his features as you continue answering his questions, though a bit sluggishly. He watches your eyes flickering close signaling the effect of the medication slipped into your now empty cup.

The fire finally dies out, causing you to shiver despite having the blanket Soap draped over you. Soap gets up to escort you in while Ghost waits at the entrance of the cabin. You try standing up to follow him, but you find your feet to be unsteady. Everything felt woozy and unfocused, you felt two familiar arms wrapping around your waist, preventing you from falling over your own two feet.

“Careful thare lassie…wouldn't want ye getting hurt again”, he coils his arms around you tighter, taking the brunt of your weight as you try to formulate words in your mouth. He was definitely too close; his face was practically in the crook of your neck. You could feel his hot breath on your cold skin. You wanted to tell him to move, to tell him not to touch you so casually. But your tongue felt like lead. There was a weird aftertaste in your mouth that you were only just noticing. You couldn't move and you felt your head lolling over. Something was wrong…something was very wrong! The cup was in danger of falling from your hands as you tried speaking again. You still needed to ask to borrow a phone to call your parents to let them know you were ok.

You watch Ghost walk towards you, taking the cup from your hands while telling Soap to help you inside. With surprising strength and ease, Soap lifts you in his arms bridal style as your head rests on his shoulder. Your eyes are fighting to stay awake as small grunts and moans leave your mouth. You really couldn't form a sentence even if you tried. He coos and shushes you as tears form in your eyes from frustration. You didn't know what was happening, why couldn't you move? Did they drug you!?

The fire was roaring inside the cabin. The frigid air long forgotten as Soap carries you towards a bedroom. Your eyes were hazy but you could make out Gaz pulling back the duvet to allow Soap to lay you down in the very comfy looking bed. Your whimpers and whines ceased the second your head touched the pillow, your eyes becoming so heavy you had no choice but to close them. Your body sinks down into the cloud-like mattress soothing the ache in your bones. You feel them remove your shoes and then your jacket, moving your body with precision and ease. Their melodic voices whispering sweet words you couldn't make out anymore. Sleep was calling to you, trying to slip your head underwater like a siren. But not before you felt two pairs of lips on your forehead wishing you a restful sleep. Eventually you go under, everything fading into black as the warmth of the duvet surrounds your sore body.

“How did you get her down so easily?”, Price inquiries as he settles onto the sofa beside the fire.

“Slipped one of Ghost's melatonin tablets into her hot chocolate”, Gaz walks towards him settling on his lap after placing your phone, camera and jacket on the coffee table.

Once everyone is situated on the sofa that's when Price speaks up again.

“I don't know who she is or how she found us….this place was supposed to be hidden. Laswell organised this trip as an outlet for us to roam freely in our wolf forms. No one was meant to be here apart from us.”

“What if she's a spy?”, Ghost chimes in. “What if she was sent to gather intel on us…it's not the first time an organisation has tried kidnapping one of us.”

“I don't know…she looked pretty beaten up when she found the cabin and her phone was broken…She genuinely could have been lost. She also doesn't have much on her”, Gaz tried to reason with the rest of his lovers. “Not to mention her smell…it was very inviting.”

“Aye she dinnae look like she could dae much harm…But her pheromones were driving meh crazy when Price was patching up her cuts.” Soap reaches out for your jacket, giving it a quick sniff to confirm his findings. “Can we keep ‘er? Promise Ah'll treat ‘er gently…fragile little thing she is..would make a great addition to the pack”

“Let's not forget the last time we let someone close, sunshine here almost got a sedative to the neck”, Price grumbled while eyeing Soap.

“Her pheromones are very enticing…But we can't just kidnap someone because you like the way she smells, especially someone we just met. We should call Laswell to do a background check just to be safe”, Ghost offered while running his gloveless fingers through Soap mohawk.

“It might take a while to get the results and Gaz had promised to take her home tomorrow. But that could prove dangerous to us if she informs anyone of our whereabouts.” The men all nod in agreement as they chalk up a plan to keep you for a while longer, just until they can confirm you aren't a threat. Definitely not for other reasons…

Ghost grabs your phone to plug into his laptop to get any useful information that you hadn't disclosed already. Soap was happy enough beside him going through your pictures on your camera. He just wanted to confirm you weren't stalking them and taking pictures when they weren't looking.

Gaz and Price come to an agreement in pretending like the truck broke down tomorrow morning forcing you to trek back into town on foot, with Gaz guiding you. The only difference would be that Gaz would lead you into the wrong direction towards a nearby lake. They'll have to wait and see how you'd react to being baited.

Once everything was settled they put their plan into motion. Price gives Laswell a call as they crowd around the laptop having no shame in going through your personal information or the numerous pictures you have saved. They mirror your phone screen onto the laptop and the first things that pop up are a plethora of messages from your parents telling you to come home right this instant. Calling you dramatic for ‘faking an emergency’ and that weren't going to call anyone to help or come get you. Telling you they'd kick you to the streets if you continued to act like this. They seemed really pissed off by something. But there were too many messages to go through. It was like reading a soap opera script. Your siblings on the other hand seemed really concerned asking for you to come home quickly, telling you that they were ransacking your room and throwing things onto the street in anger. It seemed a little too convenient of a story to Price.

“This could all just be a ploy”, Ghost suggested. A made-up story to get their pity so you could get closer to them. Ghost and Price didn't want to give you the benefit of the doubt, even though Gaz and Soap were more than willing to believe your story. Probably too enticed by your scent already. They've been in these situations far too many times for it to be considered a coincidence. Especially when a pretty thing wanders somewhere she definitely shouldn't be, spreading very enticing pheromones to a pack of wolves.

They continue their search for something incriminating. Anything to give away you were working for someone. But everything they found felt very mundane down to the nitty gritty details of your life. It almost seemed too normal as if your life was scripted. You must be hiding something even if it wasn't related to them. Everyone had at least one skeleton in their closet. But you didn't or maybe you were just better at hiding it. The pictures on your phone are mostly tame, the main subject being nature and quite a few candid shots of what they assumed were your friends. And obviously you had plenty of pictures of food, but not many of yourself to their disappointment. Gaz seemed particularly disappointed, the younger two men seemed to be taken by you. Even though they've only spent an hour at most talking to you. Your Instagram wasn't much different but your online portfolio had quite a few creative pictures with models. They were often made to look antique or aged and followed a very classic aesthetic. Soap thought it was a shame they couldn't get to see your pretty face.

You could have just stolen these pictures from someone else but they couldn't confirm that either. At this point they thought they saw enough to get to know you. Gaz seemed to want to come to your defense but held his tongue, he knew how dangerous situations like these could get. But to him you seemed like any typical college graduate trying to make a name for herself. Young, ambitious and full of creativity. But you were also naïve and a bit ditsy if what you told them was true. And he so desperately wanted it to be true, the idea of keeping you around was growing on him. One would think if you enter a forest alone the least you could do was pay attention to your surroundings regardless if you were distracted taking pictures or not. It seemed you lacked common sense. Especially when thinking asking four strange men for help was a good idea. Though in your defense it's not like you had many options at that point. It was either this or freeze to death.

It's ok if you were a bit slow or naive Gaz thought, he'll protect you and teach you everything you'd need to know. Once you were cleared of suspicion, that is, Soap and him could definitely work to convince the other two men to agree to keep you. It didn't seem like your parents treated you well, he's sure you'd be happier with them anyways so I wasn't like they were doing something that wrong. In fact they were probably doing you a favour by taking you away from your abusive parents.

Soap was still off to the side somewhere hyper focused on looking at your pictures for some reason. When your camera finally died, Soap let out a flurry of curses.

“Find something useful?”, Price inquiried. Worried you were indeed taking pictures of them to sell or send to whoever you were working for. Soap just mumbles something in frustration before saying no.

Intrigued, Ghost takes the camera from Soap with some trouble. He slots the SD card into the laptop to see what he was moaning about. It's safe to say none of them except maybe for Soap, were expecting those kind of pictures to pop up. You were still dressed, just barley that is. The men took an audible gulp of air, their Adams apple bobbing in their throats. When Ghost clicked on the first exposed picture of you they all felt their mouth becoming entirely too wet and too dry at the same time. They were practically drooling at the sight of your naked flesh.

Ghost was kinda annoyed Soap was trying to keep this to himself. Greedy little bastard. He would have probably jerked off to the pictures after everyone had gone to bed. Only telling them about it when he got his fill.

It was a photograph of you sitting near some wild flowers. In the photo you were wearing a long white dress so the picture wasn't taken today but they wished it was. They wished you came to them looking like you did in that photo. Your dress was pushed up very close to exposing your panties, your legs were strategically parted but not enough to expose yourself. It left them wanting for more and had their fingers itching to touch your warm supple skin. It was ironic how sweet and innocent you came across when speaking to them yet you took pictures like this of yourself? It had Soap blood rushing to his cock and also his head, it angered him that there was a possibility you were taking these pictures for some girl or dude. A possessive feeling entered his heart, he was annoyed thinking someone apart from them could have possibly seen these pictures of you. The other men probably thinking something similar, even if they wouldn't admit it just yet.

Ghost glanced at Soap adjusting his slacks before going back to click onto the next picture. The silence in the room quickly faded when the next picture loaded up. Gaz and Soap let out audible groans at the image. Their cocks were definitely straining in their trousers.

The picture showed you laying down this time still on the grass, your wet hair arranged prettily. But it looked like it was raining. Your face was wet, your lipstick smudged and the white top completely soaked through exposing your erect nipples. You had a demure expression on your face despite the very erotic pictures you were taking of yourself. The more images they clicked the more erotic they became. Though you were at no point completely naked or fully exposed. But by God you knew what you were doing with that camera. You knew your best angles, the natural lighting was perfect, your clothes were arranged just how you intended. They'd mistake you for a pinup model if they had found these pictures accidentally on some website.

The best picture so far pops up and by this point everyone including Price and Ghost are acutely fixated on your devine body, your soft curves and dips. They all probably felt their cocks hardening. Everything about you just seemed so perfect, like you were made for them. It was safe to say even if they found you were actually a spy they'd find a way to keep you next to them. A body so divine would do no good buried six feet under. They had no idea you were hiding such a figure under your baggy clothes they found you in.

The picture in question was of you laying propped up on your side. The top on your dress was pulled down to your waist exposing your chest, torso and stomach completely. The dress was soaked, becoming transparent and your white stockings were on display. You were looking at the camera innocently like you weren't just sitting prettily half naked in the middle of a forest by yourself. Gaz really hoped it was you taking these pictures not someone else. They really ought to teach what could happen to pretty half exposed girls who wander into the forest to take such naughty pictures. Ghost goes to click on the next picture but it just circles back to the most recent picture of a white bunny you took. Everyone was clearly disappointed but only Soap and Gaz voiced their dissatisfaction. Soap tries to take the laptop to return to his favourite picture of you but Ghost slams the screen shut.

“Oye! What was that for!?”, Soap practically seethes, Gaz not far behind voicing his anger.

“She's not some wank material for you Johnny.. Go to bed, we have a long day tomorrow, both of you…”

“I agree, go to bed. You both need to cool down and think with a level head. This girl can be a danger to all of us…”, Price's stern voice rings out, squashing out any room for complaint. The two men grumble and head off to Soap room. “Don't sneak into her room either!”. They let out some pathetic ‘yes sirs’ before closing the door to their room. Price knew for a fact they were going to get each off to the thoughts of your body. He'd hope they wouldn't get too attached to you just yet… there was a lot at stake. He didn't want any of his boys getting hurt because they were thinking with their dicks..

Price tells Simon to put everything back so you don't suspect them tampering with your stuff. They needed to keep up the air that they were oblivious about you. Price rubs his eyes. The fatigue clearly evident in his face. This was supposed to be a relaxing trip…He needed some sleep. The anxiety was eating away at him. He'd be expecting a call from Kate the next morning for an update. It's best to get as much rest as possible..

Rest would have been good for Simon too yet he found himself making backup of all your pictures once everyone left. Price had told him to return everything back but he couldn't bring himself to allow anyone else to see these pictures of you. As much as he was trying to hide it. He found himself becoming infatuated. By your scent, by your demeanor, by your beautiful breasts. His mouth was just itching to latch on your supple skin. Which was extremely concerning, he shouldn't feel like this. Yet he found his hand discreetly finding his way into his boxers as he made copies of the pictures while deleting them off the SD card. It wasn't like you'd notice, your camera had died. Though he did feel cruel for denying his boys pleasure while he was indulging in it himself. He'll make it up to them later once everything is settled and they decide what they should do with you.

-27/11/2023 present time

You found yourself on a familiar sofa again, only this time it was Gaz who was taking care of your wounds. The cuts sting as you try to escape the grasp Soap has on you as he holds you down on his lap.

“Please I'm not a spy…*sob*.. I just want to go home..”

“Settle down hen…nae need tae work yerself up.. we just want tae take care of ye”, you could still hear the residual anger in his voice. He probably got an earful by everyone for allowing you to escape on his watch. But you didn't care, you just wanted to go home. Anywhere was better than being stuck with four strange men. Four very dangerous men who shouldn't technically exist. Your mind was still trying to process what you had witnessed. Maybe it was all a hallucination. There no way men can turn to wolves right? Right? You'd promise never to mention it to a living soul if it meant they would let you go but you doubted they'd take the risk. You had no way to contact the outside world, had no way of escaping four military men with connections. Four protected military men who could technically get away with anything if they can get away with war crimes.

“Ye need tae stop squirming so much hen… or we'll have another problem on our hands”, Soap whispers in your ear. You stop your movements immediately at his words. You try to get off his lap but he just holds you down harder. His stiff cock brushing against you too bagging sweatpants and you felt everything since they had taken your underwear to ‘clean’ while they were nursing you back to health. You hated to admit it but his body heat was pleasant compared to the cold you were just in. But that didn't mean you wanted his hard cock pressed up against your vulnerable unclothed pussy.

Gaz and Soap continue to try to soothe you, but it's of little help because you begin panicking the second you see Price and Ghost getting the truck loaded with their belongings. They were leaving the area and taking you with them.

You feel Gaz brush your hair out of your face as he shushes you with gentle words. You were a fool to think he was ever going to take you home. You partially blamed him for your fall into the lake. Had he not suggested you climb the nearby boulders to get better reception on his phone; you wouldn't have slipped in leaving you mentally delirious for the last couple days due to your aggravated fever. You don't remember much from the last few days apart from a lot of vomiting and the men taking care of all your needs whether you wanted them to or not. Not to mention them dressing and undressing you like a doll whenever they felt like it. Or maybe it was because you kept vomiting but you wanted to blame it on them..

The fight in you dies down as you just resort to crying your feelings out. The boys continue to soothe you but they were probably just making things worse. You were extremely overwhelmed by everything you were witnessing; it was all becoming too much. You just wanted to turn your brain off for a second. You watch Price and Ghost stop in front of you. They had hard expressions on their faces. Dread filled you as you realised what they were going to do..

“Do you want your punishment now or when we arrive back home?”, Price inquiries. But you know he doesn't mean your home he meant their home. You cry even louder not knowing what to do to convince them to let you go. Pleases and sorrys leave your mouth as you beg them for mercy, beg them to see what they were doing was wrong. Trying your best to convince them you weren't a spy. But they wouldn't listen. It's like they had already made up their minds to keep you regardless of whether you were a spy or not.

Price maneuvers you off Soap lap and over his knee as everyone watches with held breaths. You struggle, you really do. With all the energy you have left you fight the punishment you're about to receive. You feel Price's hand rub over your ass giving it an experimental squeeze despite your crying and squirming. It only seemed like a mild inconvenience to him. You feel his hand brush up to the hem of the sweat pants you were wearing which causes you to kick your legs more. It's only then you hear Ghost speak.

“Price maybe we should let her decide her punishment” Price gives Ghost an odd look but decides to hear him out. You quiet down and listen too, hoping for an out from this humiliating situation.

“Let's give her two options to choose from, since it's her first time and hopefully her last time trying to escape”, you look at him like he was your saving grace. That would later be a great mistake on your part since you hadn't heard his options yet.

“What would you suggest?”, Price inquires as he continues to rub your thighs and ass as you held your breath hoping to get out of this punishment. Gaz and Soap look on eagerly knowing either suggestion would have you partially exposed to them. Not like they haven't been oogling your body already, especially while helping you clean up over the last few days. You don't know that though you were too delirious with fever.

“She can decide if she wants slaps to her bare cunt or bare breasts”, your face drops at his suggestion. You were really hoping for something else, like writing lines or doing extra chores like the way your parents preferred punishing you. You start crying again at your predicament. Why was life like this? Why did it have to be you? You were a good person, well at least you tried to be.. Was this your punishment for defying your parents' will? Was God punishing you for being an unfilial daughter? Was it because you wanted to feel sexy in those pictures? Had that evoked the wrath of God?

“Make a decision luv or I'll make it for you…”, You hiccup through sobs trying to ask for forgiveness instead. You didn't want to be exposed to strangers. This wasn't how you expected your first time to be. You had your doubts they'd stop at a simple spanking. When Price goes to pull your pants down you speak up, finally realising you weren't going to be shown mercy.

“M-my…my.. breasts”, you cry. It was the lesser evil. May God forgive you for exposing yourself to these strangers. You're gently made to sit upright as Price forces you to lift Soaps shirt, baring your supple breasts to them. Your squeeze your eyes shut as you clench your hands into fists waiting for the pain to begin. But it doesn't come. You wait and wait but nothing happens. You don't hear them speak or move, which just caused more anxiety. You eventually can't take the suspense and open your eyes to find them all staring, eyes full of lust and desire, hands twitching at their sides. It was as if they were transfixed, unable to break the hold your naked body had on them. It unnerved you, you didn't know what they were waiting for…

“Price…”, you whimper out his name so you can get this punishment done and over with. An inhuman groan leaves his lips at you calling his name so sweetly. Immediately his eyes shoot to yours before they dip down again. He clears his throat as his expression changes back to his previous one of anger, but not really. You close your eyes again waiting for him to do something, your body trembling from the fear and anticipation.

“Five slaps to each breast ok darling?”, You nod your head, your hands clutching onto the shirt tighter. You brace yourself while holding your breath again, waiting for the pain to come. He lays his rough calloused hands over your hard nipples causing your breath to hitch at his gentle touch. You try to squirm away but the first tentative slap lands on your left breast, forcing you to gasp despite it not hurting. The next one that lands is much harder, delivered in quick succession like the rest. Your skin felt hot and raw after each thunderous slap. Tears slip past your waterline as the last blow is delivered to your left breast. The skin he was brushing against felt incredibly sensitive. He pinched your nipples again and they felt harder than before, if that was possible.

You felt the rumble of Price's inhuman growl as his large hands cup your sore breast. He keeps it there, feeling the weight of your bosom in his hand as he experimentally rolls your nipples between his fingers. The dangerous throat sounds you were hearing just froze you in place that you didn't even think to move away even though you wanted to. It wasn't just Price, you could practically feel the other men burning holes into your skin despite having your eyes closed.

Eventually you feel him move to your right. He was being much crueler with his slaps this time around. Every time his hand clapped against your flesh you flinched from the stinging pain. Gasps and whimpers left your mouth more readily this time around as well. The pain was spreading all over your sensitive flesh yet you could do little to prevent it. It felt inflamed and hot and all you wanted to do was hide in a corner somewhere far away. Never in your life have you felt this kind humiliation. The worst part was your nether region felt hot and sticky making sitting extremely uncomfortable. You squirm as you rub your thighs together. Trying your best to alleviate the ache. Hopefully no one noticed.

By the end of punishment you were crying again. The tears didn't seem to want to end this time around. Eventually you felt your top being pushed down to cover your tender sore breasts as Price brought you in for a hug despite you trying to escape.

“You took your punishment so well bunny, such a good girl. I'm so proud of you. Our perfect girl.”, Price coos at you while you still try to escape his hold. But he just tightens his arms around you, plastering your head to his chest as you cry it out. Soap and Gaz chime in too as they caress your head and back showering you with praise for taking the punishment so well.

“Being such a good girl for us, we're so proud of you bunny. You deserve a reward. Let me go get you some water. We'll get you some ointment when we get home luv just sit there and rest for now.”, Gaz leaves the room to get some water at you continue crying.

“Let me give ye a reward hen.. Ah’ll make the pain go o’way. You've been rubbing yer thighs since the punishment started”, You feel Soaps hands move to your thighs. Trying to pry them open for your ‘reward’. But you adamantly refuse while fighting to keep your legs closed, not that it was doing much to deter him.

“No..no…please…no more”, you plead through sobs. Before you can cry louder you feel him being pulled back roughly. You open your eyes to find Ghost holding Soap by the hair as he whines kneeling on the ground.

“That's enough Johnny..Not today”, You watch him help Soap up as he grumbles something about it being unfair that only Price got to touch you. But he eventually relents and goes to follow him outside.

Gaz returns with a glass of water from the kitchen and brings it to your lips. You hadn't realised all that running and crying had left you extremely parched. You gulp down the water not thinking much of it when he gently tips the glass for you. Price has to slow you down your movements telling you you'll choke yourself like that. He takes the glass from Gaz to help you slowly finish it. It's only when you're done that the same chalky taste of medicine you've been tasting for the last couple days makes itself known. They've drugged you again.

You cry and plead for mercy in your last couple minutes of consciousness but all they do is coo at you until you pass out. The last thing you see in your hazy vision is Gaz kissing your forehead while Price gathers you in his lap to carry you to the truck.

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worm-on-the-moss · 7 months

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I just want to fold them up in paper and keep them in my breast pocket

#i draw her different every. time. how!!#anyway the priest's collar came to me in a dream #as these things often do #as i was drawing i was imagining a “harrow and nona identical relations” au #gideon and pyrrha shoving them together for those awkward distant cousin photos you had to take at holidays #pov you're a 17 year old silver bullet who can meet a lyctor in battle amid insomnia and mental breakdown #and you are faced with incontrovertible evidence of your own babyness #meanwhile nona is skittish around harrow but camilla is holding a brand new 2b pencil over the camera to reward her if she stays and smiles #they're just!!! babies!!!!!!! and bombs!!!!! :((((#the locked tomb #the locked tomb fanart #tlt fanart #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #nona the ninth #nona palona #harrowhark nonagesimus

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galaxyshine24-7 · 6 months

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Mama Zigvolt absolutely tells all of Sebek's embarrassing childhood stories because she thinks they're friends, and Sebek just wants to crawl into her egg and never come out again.Yuu trying to hold back his laughter but failing because it's entirely possible to see the corners of his mouth curled into a smile

Mama Zigvolt 🤝 Mama Ashengrotto

Showing up at the bar and telling Yuu the most embarrassing stories from your children's childhood

All the mamas and papas wanna talk to Yuu about their precious children not knowing that this ammunition could be used on said children later. Yuu finds it's sweet when parents dote on their kids. Plus seeing the twst boys so flustered makes the long talks all worth it.

#twisted wonderland #twst silver bullet au #silver bullet au #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #asks #twisted wonderland x reader

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beeskneesshots · 3 months

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Rollo HC for silver bullet au

Rollo is either a decetive who’s trying to crack down on the big 7 while coming from a family who used to be in the mafia circle or he currently is the leader for Noble bell that “works for the people” and has quite a decent sized territory (AKA a front, a charity group in public but in the shadows it operates the same as all the other groups) He finds it to be a necessary evil.

He has a history with NRC, particularly Diasomnia, Ignihyde and Octavinelle. RSA is also not spared, regardless if they're the police in this world or another gang with more morals. The attacks tend to be silent and hard to pin point.

He visits the bar pretty early in the hours to not meet too many of the other gang members. Always ask for red wine but sometimes let Yuu surprise him.

Rollo first discovered Yuu in the city, helping out a poor old lady with their groceries, next time he saw them in the park, patching up a kid who has scraped their knee and then after he found them in a small alleyway, feeding stray cats.

His own people found clues on their whereabouts and discovered that Yuu had their own bar that, coincidentally, the big 7 frequently visits. Some of them even have their own special drinks that they make for them only. His right-hand man even informed him that they are more in the mud then he thought.

Does he see them as an angel? a pure being that is forced to comply to the devils commands, that need shelter away from the darkness that looms over Night Raven districts. Or are they just as filthy as them? Just as much as the devil filled with greed and hate as the others? Despite it all, he can't turn away.

There is something about Yuu, something about their laughter the old lady's joke brought out of them, that gentle smile they gave the kid after brief scolding and that tenderness that the cats got to bask in that he can't forget. Rollo isn't afraid to get his hands dirty if there's a purpose for it and saving Yuu is just as much as a cause that getting rid of the filth of the world is.

Do tell him if anyone bothers you, he can silence them. Need a break? That's fine, his humbly abode is always welcome for you.

You're safe in his arms.

#yandere #rollo flamm #silver bullet au #twst #twisted wonderland #i couldn't decide what he role he would have so..yeah #for my own amusement he would 100% talk about gardening with Yuu and they will have a lengthy coversation #rollo flamme

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years

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Pets are similar to their Masters

Silver Bullet Au by @jackplushie (i hope im not bothering you haha 0v0; i just want to credit you haha)

Part 2

//Gender Neutral Reader//

bartender!Reader being wholesome with an elderly woman on the bus (kind old people are my weaknesses)

Summary: Crowley called you in for a meeting, as you do, you encounter a sweet old lady on the bus

Tags: Fluff and Small Angst

You bend your knees to pick the gray cat up and carry it on your arms, for some reason its calm on your touch this time but not to others who tries to touch it.

it always hisses and even scratches your costumers even leaving a mark on one of your "dangerous" patron that also reminded you of a fierce cat (more like a lion...)

but you do not know who's much more fiercer whether, its Grim or your usual costumers but... you are sure betting your money on the cat.

You tried to put the him inside of your oversized varsity jacket, trying to fit him in so he would be covered with your attire

well bringing him with you Crowley's turf would be a bad idea but, he needs to know who's keeping you out of danger.

ha, this would make the other old man happy, now that both of you had Cats... but probably not Dog Man, he would likely to scold you for trying to hide the cat in your jacket and complain about cat hair covering your suit

Grim wriggled in your arms to make himself comfortable (which made you uncomfortable since his sharp claws keeps scratching your clothed abdomen and chest)

finally, he found the right spot to settle so you could carry him, he purrs as he put his head outside the unzipped part, treating it as a window for you scratch his head and feel the wind.

you hum with satisfaction as you wrap your arms on the bulge of your jacket with head of a cat outside.

the cold wind of the night touched your face as you walked to the bus station, it wasn't even too far from your location yet it felt like hours trying to get there at this late hour, with an attire like this too.

you knew only few busses still operates at a time like this especially at this place since its a spot known for criminals and muggers to walk around.

so you strategized and observed your foggy windows during your work hours when a bus comes around, at what exact time and day. (well this only costed you a week of annoying overnights, long talks and questions from that tall weird stranger with a mysterious aura who always comes by at the specific late time, which you don't really mind since he is talkative and he tips well.)

now, the you, which is sleep deprived, tired, and groggy from those nights is trying to ride a bus to that crow bastard's place...

the reason why you are about to leave your precious bar and home, was because you were called by Crowley himself to personally go to his office tonight.

this must be important since he doesn't call you that much but to only discuss important things (especially financial issues which he doesn't really aid well)

of course he can just send a limousine or maybe even just a simple car from him to pick you up.

but, you need to keep a low profile as a modern citizen if you don't want your whole cover blown.

after all, one small mistake and it would cost you all of your hard work

he also inquired that you wear the "special outfit" one of his men sent you

you yourself well knew who that delivery man is, for he is the supplier of the beverages you use to make your drinks after all.

you just never knew that ShAdy Man also serves personal deliveries for Crowley.

the parchment box contains a grayish black leather blazer adorned with a dull yellow on the lapels, paired with a leather pants with the same color and same dull yellow line on the side,

a multicolored bandana for your arms, a plain white shirt, and a black and white striped tie

the attire itself looked like a school uniform more than what a yakuza or a guerilla would wear.

but to be fair the only reason you are wearing this voguish get up are so that the guards would let you in the building safely and don't take you to Crowley beaten up.

although...

you don't want anyone to know who you're actually working for, or attract any attention that might cause you trouble in the future.

that's why you wore a varsity jacket you used to wear before to hide your outfit (plus student discount even though you dont go to school anymore due to your situation and your job)

but perhaps the jacket is too big and had enough space to sneak a little gray cat in, plus, you worry for what might happen to Grim if you just left him outside or even, inside of the bar.

speaking of Grim, he is quite comfortable at the position he is in while silently listening at the taps of your shoes,

eyes closed, purring at the warm of your body and the jacket hugging him against the cold shivering night.

you arrive at the dimly lit bus stop, just in time the breaks of a yellow bus were pressed and the mechanic door opened right infront of you.

great timing, now you dont have to wait and get hurt by grim if he ever try to do something funny with that sharp claws of his

as you stepped inside you notice that there were only few people in here,

a sleeping worker guy on the left

a old lady on the right near

a group of suspiciously 5 hooded teenagers on the back

'they are probably in highschool or maybe college.' you guess (they look like hooligans, but it's not right to judge a person by their appearances)

for some reason you swear you saw them before but you can't get your finger where and when.

maybe usual costumers at your bar?

another weird thing is that the big Orange hooded guy scooted over so you could have a place to sit.

you eyed the empty spot as the other two which is Purple and Green tried pull their hood down even further so it would hide their faces completely.

but just when you are about to walk towards the empty seat besides the hooligans, Grim all of a sudden hissed at the five, turning their heads on opposite direction to hide their faces more now.

he seems really pissed off once you got near them, maybe their presence annoys him like those costumers in your bar?

a Red hooded fella seemed a bit irate at the cat and clicked his tounge for hissing at him but the Blue one nudged him with his elbow and grumbled.

not wanting to offend them any further you just turned your back and just sat with the old lady on the right instead

you were sure the moment you turned your back, the group started whisper-bickering to each other.

they're probably talking shit about Grim

as you sat, she turned her head towards you and nicely smiled, you smiled back in politeness, just like how you always do with your costumers

you position Grim inside of your jacket as he sleeps peacefully with the warmth you provide, the old lady notices it

"going to a vet? at this kind of time?" she asked with a kind voice

"a-ah no... I'm just going to buy him some cat food because our nearby pet store ran out..." you reply, yawning and wrapping your arms loosely on sleeping Grim.

"he doesn't go to the vet? he doesn't even have a carrier? cats like that can carry diseases you know..." the old woman, wide eyed expressed her confusion and worry on her wrinkled face.

crap, you didn't even had a thought of taking him into one nor even have a time to take him to one

"well... im also supposed to get a carrier for him toda-- i mean, tonight too so we can properly visit the vet tomorrow?"

you reply nervously

you are not sure if you can lie with a straight face infront of a innocent old woman like that but you managed to do so.

"ah... i see~" she sighed in relief as she patted her chest, she quitely eyed Grim's furry head

is she going to try petting his head?

you had seen other people trying to touch Grim and it did not end very well...

some people left your bar with scratches

other with bad mood and a paw print in their face

and others with disappointment who didn't get to pet the cat

you flinch as her hand moved towards Grim, fearing that she might get hurt by his sharp nail-knives

but instead it wasn't what you expected...

Grim was so docile and tame towards her as he gently rubbed his head for friction with her hand.

"why are you tensing up dearie?" she beamed at you as she continued petting Grim

"I'm sorry... i thought Grim would claw you like he does on other people" you fiddled with your fingers, embarrassed to look at the woman.

she's probably an expert towards animals like Grim

"you have a very sweet cat~ i do not know why he act so aggressive and erratic towards other people like you say" she chuckled, scratching Grim's furry chin as he purrs with delight

you could've sworn you heard a quick whisper of "that's not a sweet cat that's a fricking raccoon that bites and eats anything it wanted" from the behind seats.

must've been your imagination

You smiled at the the thought of the sweet lady just trying to pet Grim without any ill intent like those people who wants to get a bit of your information.

"you know... Pets are similar to their owners" she slowly raised her hand up to your height and patted your head instead

you surprisingly just sat there and took it

in normal sense if some random person on your bar tried to pull this move on you, you would've broke their arm perhaps it doesn't have to be you that have to break their arm.

"the little guy doesn't seem docile and open towards people who has bad intentions inside of them" she grinned, continuing petting your head

"maybe same goes for you..."she ruffled your hair for the last second she was petting you as she put her hand down to relax on her lap

your eyes widened at the statement

the bus stopped all of a sudden, shaking and breaking your moment of silence and retreated of what she just said

you finally arrived at your destination.

you stood up, carried Grim up swiftly and took a quick glance at the woman.

she was smiling softly at you with a rosy cheek

you nodded down as you carefully take your steps down the bus, walking fasr, not even trying to look back at the bus that just drove away or the people from behind it who knows where they are going to go.

•••

you looked from your left and right to see if someone was following you even though you only rode a bus with few people on it but you couldn't be more careful.

after few minutes of walking you finally arrived at your actual destination.

a sketchy old big building that almost looked like a palace wooms over you from the distance of how tall it is

there were two well built guards are waiting for your pass to enter the building.

you took a deep breath, taking off your jacket to wrap it around Grim who just woke up and struggling to break through the wrap

he doesn't seem angry but he seemed trapped

after you showed your bandana and confirmation pass, they nodded to each other and opened the gate for you as they bow their heads

"we shall inform Headmaster Crowley"

"please do." you confirm at them

radio statics was heard from behind you, you continue to cradle Grim who had free'd his paws from the jacket wrap and now scratching your clothed chest again like before you arrive but you don't seem to care

your shoes clacked on the concrete floor as you headed inside of the building

there are only several people inside yet everyone seemed to be bowing at your arrival as soon as they notice the bandana on your arm and formal attire.

"you know... Pets are similar to their owners"

Are they really?

"maybe same goes for you..."

if anything, you wouldn't want to be similar to him

because that would be bizzare and uncanny

"the little guy doesn't seem docile and open towards people who has malice inside of them"

it's not like you open to any of your costumers at all, they are all shady people who would use of the advantage of any dirty little secret you said to ruin your life...

"thats why you should keep your secrets to yourself, lock it in, and build a barricade over it so no one could ever break it or break you by using it " he lectured to you while you listen mindfully.

if anything you would just rather be a normal bartender of Silver Bullet instead of being a person with secrets just like your clients.

you opened the wooden oak door to the waiting room, 6 men are inside

2 are guarding the door very rigidly

as the other 4 were waiting and having some tea

well one of them is drinking beer but you know him well enough to pretend its tea for him.

all of their heads turn to you as you stepped inside of the scented waiting room.

a waiting room for a office where all of this hell began

you might never know if Crowley just sees you as a pet or just a tool to keep his legacy standing--

but...

you don't want to be the same as him

a/n: uhh well this is not what i actually planned but i have another idea on my drafts (and what i originally planned to write) and going to be the sequel of this fic so stay tuned (≧▽≦)

ps. i did not proofread this im way too lazy, I'm sorry you have to read this with a shitty writing

#silver bullet au #twst fanfic #twst grim #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #reader insert #twst #twst mc

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