#twst silver bullet au

[galaxyshine24-7]

Thoughts on what would happen if Yuu just upped and left cause truly whatever they're going through must be tiring and I can feel it through the screen.

Oh boy if Yuu just decided to up and leave one day it would turn into chaos to put it lightly.

I imagine Yuu would have thought about it for months preparing in secret and when it's finally time to leave they hold a party. They hide it under the guise of it being an anniversary or just a small thank-you party. Yuu invites everyone, their RSA friends, and even their teachers much to everyone's surprise. The dorm leaders think Yuu is finally coming around to opening up so they let their guards down. It's a cozy and happy party Yuu makes all the food and drinks and even prepares presents for everyone with letters attached. Yuu instructs them to only open the letters tomorrow morning, and for the night just enjoy the party.

It's the only time Yuu opens up to them a bit more, telling them about themselves and answering questions the boys have been asking for years.

"Why are you so open today?" Ace asks what everyone is thinking.

"I just had a little bit more to drink today." Yuu smiles.

The dorm leaders would later realize how foolish they were to believe the charade Yuu placed. When the party ended and the lights went off that would be the last time they would see the dear bartender.

The next morning the first years arrive very early to the Sliver Bullet. They all have their letters in hand not waiting a second to find Yuu hoping their fears weren't right.

They find Dire Crowley with his hat placed on his chest staring up at the dim sign of the Silver Bullet. No words needed to be exchanged as Crowley turned to face them a genuine tear streaming down his face, and a tired smile.

It didn't take long for the news to spread, NRC and RSA were in an uproar on what happened to the bartender, their peacekeeper. There was anger, sadness, fear, and guilt going through many of the twist boys as they all rallied their troops to find Yuu. It was the one time in many years when RSA and NRC were working together. However no matter how many deals were made or how many times they turned the sectors over they couldn't find Yuu. Even Yuu's teachers had no idea where Yuu went for the first time in years, it seems they taught Yuu too well.

They had disappeared into the night with Grim and any personal belongings leaving not a trace to be found. The only one who knew the truth was Crowley, but his lips were sealed because of a deal from the past.

Life in the Grim Court moves on, but the boys never stop searching for Yuu, their dear bartender always in the back of their minds.

[st4rz666]

new hyperfixation 😋

THE SILVER BULLET

@galaxyshine24-7-authour of the version I’m reading rn

@jackplushie - the owner of the au

forgive the crappy pencil scan

[beeskneesshots]

Silver Bullet Masterlist

This Masterlist has been discountinued as I hit the limit with links and can't add any more. The updated version is in my pinned, or on this link *right here* <3 Have a nice day!

General

Silver Bullet

ignorance is bliss (ask)

daily life of a bartender (ask)

Headcanons (ask)

Mc’s Background 1

MC’s background 2

Sick (ask)

Gangleaders special drinks + drunken state

Warning (ask)

The Moth  ( Broken link )

Special tricks and HC (video attached)

The “Special” drink challenge (mostly Floyd, Rook // ask)

Grim + daily life (ask)

World Headcanons

MC headcanons

Prized, Precious you 

Silver Bullet Fic Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5 & Ch6

Character Ages for Silver bullet fic

Dangerous MC (ask)

More dangerous MC (ask)

Weekly meetings (ask)

Weekly meetings 2 (ask)

Teaching the first years a lesson (ask)

MC's hurt - Ch1 (video attached) & Ch2

Angry MC (ask)

Love for MC (discord // reader x MC/bartender)

More love for MC (reader x MC/bartender)

Grim

First encounter + living situation

Grim + daily life (ask)

feeding peanuts (ask)

Azul’s kid pic and saving grim (ask)

Saving grim (ask)

Heartslabyul

Lovedrunk (Riddle // ask)

Image (Trey)

Information’s Curse (Cater)

Diamond Candies (Cater)

Wild Card (Ace)

Ruffian (Deuce)

First costumers (Ace & Deuce)

Savanaclaw

Doorways (Leona)

Wounded (Leona)

Leona’s threat

Two polar opposites (Leona & Vil // ask)

Not so bad after all (Jake)

Octavinelle

Noisy costumers (Azul, Jamil & Vil/ // ask)

On an errand (Jade & Floyd // ask)

Give and take (Azul)

Complaining (Azul and Vil // ask)

Injured (Jade // ask)

Stalking (Jade // ask)

General Azul HC (ask)

Deals with Devils (Floyd)

The “Special” drink challenge (mostly Floyd, Rook // ask)

Azul’s kid pic and saving grim (ask)

Scarabia

Jamil’s birthday (ask)

Noisy costumers (Azul, Jamil & Vil // ask)

Pomefiore

Two polar opposites (Leona & Vil // ask)

Noisy costumers (Azul, Jamil & Vil // ask)

First impression (Vil, Rook & Epel // ask)

Violent meeting (Vil // ask)

Happy Birthday, my dear~ (Vil)

Complaining (Azul & Vil // ask)

The “Special” drink challenge (mostly Floyd, Rook // ask)

Ignihyde

Sadly there’s nothing for now

Diasomnia

First encounter (Malleus)

Crucial Lesson (Malleus)

Waltz (Malleus)

First encounter (Sebek)

NRC Staff / leaders / others

Crowley pushing the duty (ask)

MC’s hurt + song (Crowley & Crewel, video attached)

MC’s 2 dads being dads (Crowley & Crewel)

Overprotective Crewel

Pet’s are similar to their Masters: Pt1 & Pt2 

Training and tattoos (ask)

More tattoos (mostly Vargas and Sam // ask)

MC passing the test (gif ask)

Staff headcanons

Dilemma of future spouse (ask)

MC’s dads + fashion show with Mc’s kid (ask)

No swearing (Crewel // ask)

Some Crowley struggles (ask)

MC's childhood and staff parenting (ask)

Can I punch Riddle's mom??

Sebek's parents p1 & p2 (ask)

Author’s tag!

jackplushie

orangelemonsstuff

forgwater

emyluwinter

dandelionwhisp

scertifiedsavanaclawstan

galaxyshine24-7 (Masterlist)

[forgwater]

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.

[luxthestrange]

TWST!Memes #78

A meme in honor of @jackplushie,@galaxyshine24-7 Silver bullet au if you dont know about this stellar series !!! YOU GOTTA SEE IT!!!

[orangelemonsstuff]

Wounded

Gangster/Mafia!Leona x Bartender!Reader

Silver Bullet Au

Summary: A passed out someone was infront of the doorstep of your bar, a kindhearted being you are you take care of him and his wound.

Tags: Wound Tending, Slight Blood, TW:Gun, Crowley is Mentioned, Slight Angst if you squint, Bartending.

•••

goddammit.

there's another person passed out infront the steps of your bar, bloodied, beaten and bruised up like every single person that ends laying down in front of your establishment as always

"Uh sir? are you...okay? dead?" you lower yourself close to and asked to the laying body nervously

shit is he dead?

you immediately check the pulse in his neck and thank the great sevens there's still something beating in there

it's closing time already and you have no time to call an ambulance to get this man out of your sight or the energy to deal with the police and their questions about the man or what your bar is doing in a dangerous part of town

you sigh.

you have no time to get this man proper treatment to a proper hospital

but you have the time to be a kind oh so good person to be deciding to treat him. plus it'll be a convenience to you if this person is affiliated with the authorities and could get your bar and you a good name in the public

slowly you try to lift up the man's arm to carry in your shoulder but stopped as soon as he growled a hurt grunt at you. must've sprained him

while still lifted by the arm you got a closer look at him

a lion beastman with a hair brown as a muddy rained ground that falls to his beautiful face and a scar on his left eyebrow were blended in with the pained expression he has

by the way he is dressed... he looks like a mob from a gang that roams around this town or even at the underworld

okay, he looks like he does affiliate with the government but in the bad illegal way, you might be in more danger now.

eh fuck it, you would look like more of a murderer if you leave him here, there would be more eyes on you if you do that and someone saw it.

•••

with a last push you propped him up to your plush sofa in one of the tables, properly this time.

it was a struggle getting him inside not to mention the minutes that took you to properly sit him up in the sofa without him falling over and causing brain damage to his passed out state

how could somebody look like they hadn't eaten for days be that heavy? no matter, he's already here and it's time to use your first aid skills that you've used on those young hooligans that pass by in your bar all beaten up as always.

tons of bruises here and there but it's nothing that you can't take care of, you stood up to get your kit, your eyes not leaving the beautiful man sitting unconsciously in your sofa

opening it, you first took the scissors to cut the shirt's sleeves, out not long before you remove his blazer and plopped it to his side

you're undressing a literal stranger, this could get you to prison for attempted assault however... he looks terribly hurt, he needs care and your intentions are purely clear with first aid kit in your hand. the authorities might not forgive you for doing this without his consent or by the fact you did not turn this man into the police or to an hospital, but what good would it do if you turned this man over either?

hell, even if you did turn him over, he might be the one that comes after you next if not the authorities already.

you just didn't want to fully undress him that's why you're cutting up the sleeves instead of unbuttoning it. that truly just it.

aside from his well built pectoral there's not that much bad bruises other than the purple part, you learned better than to touch it, one should let it heal by time but you just happen to have a ointment for it that might help heal

you lightly tap the purple bruise with the ointment in your hand before throughly applying it to the whole part.

you pick up your antiseptic to apply to the small cotton you picked with tweezers, you prop yourself up as you press it to a small wound yet it made the man flinch awake

he grabbed your hand roughly it felt like it'd be red by now as he pull you in close to his angry face

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" you didn't answer his question and firmly took your hand away from his grasp, he didn't do anything and just watched as you held up a bandage at him.

peeling off the wrapper, you properly took off the side and applied it to the small wound. while you bind the bandage cloth on large opened ones after cleaning it.

you move to his face next, he had a slight wound near his mouth. it doesn't bleed yet red as if fresh

another small cotton was took out from its plastic home, imbed with betadine this time you press it to the small cut, you swear you can hear him growling and hissing either at the pain or at you but you don't care, it's small but still needs care.

lowering yourself down to his knees, once again the scissors are in your hand, and before it tears up to the fabric at his pants he stops you by grabbing your hand once again

"Why are you cutting it up?" he asked assertively and cold

"unless you want me to take care of your wounds with no pants then sure be my guest" you replied viciously as you contiuned your cutting, it's a small cut to his pants it's not going to kill him, plus the blood staining it is more noticeable than the cutted part of the fabric

you proceed to apply more antiseptic to the cotton. you clean his wounds with it, lightly tapping as he stayed quite.

too focused on your work you didn't notice him picking up his gun hanging from his side pocket swiftly before pouting it at you

"I'm going to fucking kill you." he clocked his gun as it points at your head, you halt at your tending

"at least let me tend it before you do that, it looks bad." you continue to press the cotton on the wound harder this time making him flinch the gun and let its metal mouth kiss your forehead fully

you're not that scared of guns anymore especially with what you experienced, a bullet in your head would mean you're just another person that Crowley has to replace

you press cotton to stop the bleeding as you reach for the long band aid and wrap up the huge wound on his knee

you realized he already lowered his gun yet his pained expression never changed, you stood up to leave him and went inside the staff room

letting him alone together with your cash register isn't a good idea but what could he do at the state? rob you while limping? yeah that's definitely a good idea for him.

you come out with a orange bottle and popped out a pill from it

"swallow it" you hand it to him with a serious tone

"I'm not taking a pill from a strange-"

"it's a painkiller, here's the prescription" you hand him the bottle with the intelligible written word "Painkillers" on the tag

"what are you? a nurse?" he examined the pill unbelievably close to his face

"no, just a bartender." you stood up away from him as he still examined the medicine in his hand, you open your mini fridge to take out some of your bottles and a glass

it caught his attention to look at you, pill still in hand. his green eyes watched you as you stir the glass, clinking with the stirring spoon

"here. figured you'd have a dry throat, plus it's a good drink you won't even notice the pill" you hand him the drink as you watch him chuckle deeply

"hah, giving someone a painkiller together with alcohol to swallow it... you're funny"

"i get that a lot, oh and also it's on the house" you tell him as you get back to putting back your first aid to their kit

"it shines." what? oh. he held the glass up above from his head. the buzzing sound of the pin light over him was making his drink shine

"yeah, that drink is called Aurora Jungle Juice. good for parties and surprises" you say as your eyes follow his amused expression.

"i see." he released a sigh as he closes his eyes, his thumb still playing with the painkiller you gave him.

he shot the pill straight to his mouth before drinking the liquor, his eyes catches yours and you two stare for what it felt like an enternity

"tasty, you poisoned it?" he grinned at you as you scowl

"if i want you dead I would've left you infront of my bar hours ago and i would've pretended i left an early hour and didn't noticed you there" you snarked before standing up and delivering back your first aid kit to the medicine cabinet.

you could feel his intense gaze following you but you pay no mind to it, you get this kind of stare a lot especially from observing customers.

you put back the first aid kit carfully as hear footsteps behind you got closer and before you could turn back at him he was already in front you.

how could a wounded up person be that fast?

"hey, I'm gonna come back. and i want what you gave me earlier" he commanded playfully as he grinned at you

"Great, that drink is 50 madols. better sure to pay that time because even if death is near you, i wouldn't serve it for free" you say turning you back again at him closing down the cabinet door

"yeah that too." he whisper but you didn't hear, he preferred it that way, you wouldn't even notice the way his hand touches your hair

"too close" you smack his hand away lightly but making sure it doesn't get near you

"right..." he chuckled once again before putting a space between you two and walked away towards the door

"remember me, dear bartender. I'll surely come back." you hear him as he walked out of the door making the entrance bell ring to inform you he's outside

what a strange man.

•••

Leona puts two of his fingers inside of his mouth taking out the medicine you gave him earlier. still fully intact and dry

he snickered at it as he held it up above his head like what he did to the beverage you also give out to him.

oh those bastards are going to pay for betraying the Savannaclaw and beating up it's leader like nothing

not even thinking about the consequences if he survived

but he's also got to thank them, without them he won't even met you at all, he has to return them the best favor he had so he'd truly show his appreciation

his appreciation for meeting a finally interesting person.

he cracks his knuckles as ideas flood his brain on what will he do with those scumbags

and what will he do to have you.

"I'll come back for you, dear bartender"

•••

an: HELLO EVERYONE, hoW YA DOIN?? anyways first of all the drink that was in here was from chapter 78 of Alcohol is for Married Couples (great manga btw u should read it) i haven't tasted it yet but the chapter has the reciper for it if anyone wants to try it!! the credits for this au still goes to @jackplushie (i miss them till this day) but their aus are what keeps me going. hope you guys liked this :>

[emyluwinter]

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

And finally…

*dramatic pause*

*drum sounds and intro*

°˖✧◝(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.

[dandelionwhisp]

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.

[chizramue]

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

[honeyuuyuu]

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TW: Suggestive, A little blood

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This came to mind so

What Twst Characters Would Use as A Weapon (Mafia AU!)

Heartslabyul

Heartslabyul is known for being a strict organization. Every little mistake goes unnoticed, and will be judged by their boss himself.

Riddle Rosehearts

He definitely uses his scepter as a short range weapon, like a polearm would. But, just in case, he'd like to keep a handgun on his hip at all costs so he can fight against longer ranged enemies. Definitely something elegant, a rather old model but definitely shows Riddle's personality.

Ace Trappola

Handguns, definitely handguns. He can even dual-wield, if he wants to. He's not always precise and wastes a lot of bullets, (much to the dismay of Riddle and the Heartslabyul finances) so make sure to pack more spares and get him aim training! He's surely a force to be reckoned with if he hits those shots.

Deuce Spade

Ah, the classic baseball bat with spikes. He nailed the spikes in himself- and it doesn't look as neat as he wanted, but oh well. He'd usually let Ace or someone else take the kill but he won't hesitate to bludgeon someone when needed.

Cater Diamond

Assassins pop up when you least expect 'em, honey. He'd be all over you on parties and celebrations, giving you gifts and calling you nicknames- until you find his signature jewel-embedded, poison laced folded knife ledged between your chest. Cay-cay's here to slay-slay, and i mean literally!

Trey Clover

Definitely the mom- i mean supervisor of the gang. He'd usually watch from the back lines, and then use his medium-range sniper rifle to snipe off some heads with precision when you least expect it. Don't underestimate him though, he's still got you beat on hand-to-hand combat when needed!

Savanaclaw

An unruly bunch, to say the least. Chaos always follows behind their footsteps, as their leader, the Great King of Lions, executes high-risk high-reward bounties perfectly.

Leona Kingscholar

Who needs weapons? Only herbivores. Leona would face guns with his own bare hands, pouncing forward with the speed and agility of a Lion and knocking his enemies out of balance, swiftly destroying their gun *and* their skulls. Out of all the gang leaders, he's the least likely to die assassinated because of his instincts and reflexes.

Ruggie Bucchi

Watch out, cuz this guy's got a machine gun! Despite his scrawny stature, he's strong enough to hold down an area by making it rain bullets, effectively cleaning the way for Leona to pass through. Although, he'd never use it unless he knows there are no civilians in his line of fire. Shishishi, It's always better to get your boss through clean and unscathed, cuz blood on laundry is god awful!!!

Jack Howl

He owns a pair of silver brass knuckles! His speed and agility almost matches those of Leona himself, and Jack prides himself in his pack. He'd go on bounties with a big group, and if they ever get into a gang fight with the other gangs, he'll be sure to run to your rescue if you're getting beaten up!

Octavinelle

The mafia group behind the infamous Mostro Lounge industry. They affiliate themselves with blackmail and infiltration, and most of the time for monetary gain. They're led by a capitalist, after all.

Azul Ashengrotto

Does he fight? Sometimes, maybe. But he's usually breaking out deals with other companies and families while his two bodyguards stand behind him, ready to strike whenever. So, i guess his weapon of choice are Jade and Floyd? But he'd land the killing blow using the sharp edge of his scepter, a clean shot to the heart and blood staining the octopus ornament on the scepter. You better accept his business proposition, unless you wanna end up dead!

Jade Leech

This particular Leech twin doesn't like to get his suit dirty. He'd be manning the long-range sniper rifles and precisely taking out enemies quick and silent enough to not out himself. He's the one to go on most infiltration missions for Azul, so he also has high precision on using a handgun with a silencer. Don't cross this one, cuz you're going down and nobody's gonna know.

Floyd Leech

The full opposite of Jade, Floyd would rather crack someone's skull open instead and bathe in their blood. Floyd leads the more violent missions, and also in charge of torture. He has a pair of brass knuckles with elegant eel engravings given to him by Azul and Jade, and he loves them! But sometimes, his *real* knuckles are enough to break someone. Or would you rather he use his teeth instead and chomp off your flesh?

Scarabia

Possibly the richest gang around. Their leader, Kalim Al-Asim, acts as their front face in public scenarios while his right-hand man, Jamil Viper, does all the dirty work and cleaning behind everyone's backs.

Kalim Al-Asim

Knowing Kalim, he's probably forgotten to bring a weapon. It would be hard to imagine a name as big as Kalim's to not gather attention though, and there would be a lot of assassination attempts. Luckily for him, Jamil always hides a nifty shotgun for him if he ever gets cornered. Just one quick aim to the head, and boom- But this rarely happens, because Jamil's here to intercept before they could even see Kalim!

Jamil Viper

Jamil, Jamil, Jamil. Part bodyguard, part housewife /what. He's always looking out for the gang! But underneath all that, he's a crafty assassin out for your blood. He knows every single way to take someone out, be it using firearms, poison, sharp objects, or even his own fists. Though, his weapon of choice is a revolver! It's only thanks to Jamil that Kalim gets to live without a care, and Kalim loves Jamil like his own family.

Pomefiore

You wouldn't think there'd be elegance in the art of murder. Think again, with Vil Schoenheit now on the case! Pomefiore specializes in providing any type of poisons and drugs to whoever dares to strike a deal with them.

Vil Schoenheit

Don't be fooled by his intoxicating beauty, darling. Because most likely, the sweet scent of his perfume is also toxic! Vil has grown quite the resistance towards poison, and he always knows which one to use for which types of occassion. You better believe when i say each crime scene left by The Queen, always looks as beautiful as he is in his craft.

Rook Hunt

Vil Schoenheit's personal bodyguard. You don't see him beside the great Vil all the time, but rest assured, he's lying in wait with his bow and arrow aimed to your head. One misstep, and it'll cost you your life. Even a slight graze from the arrow would kill you, as a hunter never forgets to lace their arrows with the finest poisons and anesthesias. He was part of the Savanaclaw gang once, but after a scuffle between the two leaders, Rook decided to join Pomefiore in pursue of beauty and elegance.

Epel Felmier

Definitely not the most elegant one in the group, but 200% deadly. He prefers the head-on way of charging into battle with a bat or a metal pipe, but Vil taught him how to make use of his looks and kill more cleanly. Act like a maiden in need of assistance, infiltrate their defenses. And when you least expect it, a shotgun to the back will be your end. He still comes home all drenched in blood though, in Vil's dismay.

Ignihyde

The main gang for technological advances and info-broking. In addition to their human forces and the ever-adept technology team, they also have the forces of a couple dozen war robots if you ever cross their way!

Idia Shroud

Fighting? No no no, no way. Some shut-in like that wouldn't have the physical capabilities to go on front line fights. Instead he leads his gang to technological advances and innovations, most of the time making and rigging his own set of firearms from the confines of his room. But if anyone ever tries to assassinate the leader of Ignihyde gang, if they aren't killed by the security system, Idia himself will finish you off with his signature electric gun. Get ready to be fried to a crisp!

Ortho Shroud

Despite still being young, Ortho replaces his brother on the front lines and spreads his words to the gang. A being of technology himself, he's rigged to the brim with ground leveling firearms and first aid tech to help the team out. Just give him 10 seconds- his firing beam will level cities in a blink of an eye. But Ortho isn't allowed to use the beam without Idia's direct order, and Idia doesn't want any trouble with any other gangs, so shooting smaller beams with his fingers would work better.

Diasomnia

A well-feared gang. Diasomnia holds power to higher-grade firearms because of their leader, Malleus Draconia, and his royal upbringing. Diasomnia has privileges to firearms harder to procure, and typically just looks like royal guards instead of a gang.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus rarely gets into fights due to his position. Most of the time, Diasomnia's forces will be hard at work while he strategizes from atop his throne. But if he's forced to fight for his life, he would pick up his antique handgun. The wood carving simply bleeds elegance, and you should be thankful if your last sight was The Malleus Draconia pointing his gun at you while he towers above your beat-up body. Goodbye, Child of Man. This should teach you to never cross Diasomnia.

Lilia Vanrouge

Right hand man to Malleus himself, but he prides his work on assassination more than being on the front lines. His signature weapon is a cleaver, and you'd know it's the work of one Lilia Vanrouge when the victim have multiple slash wounds all over their body. He's been around in Diasomnia for so long, everyone suspects he's older than he looks- even his skills and experience way surpasses the rest!

Sebek Zigvolt

One of Malleus's bodyguards. He traditionally has an AR at hand just like Silver, but he uses a Revolver when the AR isn't in use. Typically you'd choose small, unnoticeable guns as Mafia to not get caught, but Sebek shows his domination over his enemies with his choice of firearms. He'd usually go for the attack, while Silver defends.

Silver

One of Malleus's bodyguards. He traditionally has an AR at hand just like Sebek, but he also uses a baton as a weapon of choice. He'd usually go for the defense, and leaves Sebek to attack and get rid of enemies. Silver specializes in defending and protecting, so if you're ever in trouble, Silver will make sure you live to see the next sunrise!

[galaxyshine24-7]

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.

[st4rz666]

Sneak peek

*For the silver bullet au

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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.

[forgwater]

Give and Take

Silver Bullet AU -Azul-

Silver Bullet AU by @jackplushie

Hope you enjoy!~

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Azul Ashengrotto.

Many know of his name and you are no exception.

Well, it's hard to forget this man's name when you keep seeing his face at the bar's counter. And not only that, but he keeps trying to talk to you.

Carefully chosen, honey coated words escape through his lips. Traps waiting for you to slip. Just one mistake. That's all it takes.

"Why not sell the bar to me?" he asks again... for the fifth time this week alone. And it's only Wednesday.

"I can promise to pay you a better salary! I'll draft you a contract guaranteeing it!" the blue-eyed man offers.

He just won't give up, would he?

"All I want in return is for you to keep working here." an arrogant smile forms on lips. Ah, that salesman's grin of his... How you'd love to wipe it off his face.

"I assure you, I am an excellent and lenient boss." With a hand placed upon his chest he continues:

"And let's not talk about all the other establishments I manage. You'd be hard pressed to find someone bett- ahem, I mean, more competent than me." again with that incessant chatter of his.

Really, this man loves nothing more than to talk your ear off.

"I can renovate the place. Completely." he then leans closer "I'll let you make some choices, of course!" you could swear you saw his stupid grin widen.

"I mean, it wouldn't do well for business if the bartender doesn't look like they enjoy the job." what a self-satisfied bastard.

You deadpan as you begin to wonder just how blind is this man, truly.

"We can discuss it all over dinner, if you'd like." he smiles, slightly more genuine this time. Something seems to be stirring in his beautiful eyes. Just for a moment.

Then he returns back to his usual self, smirking as if he just won a game of cards.

Just why did he have to be this damn persistent?! He just won't let you go, will he?!

"No, thank you." you firmly reply. "I'm certain you can already see just how much I "love" my current job." the sarcasm radiates off of you, all while giving him the most forced smile you could muster.

And as you turn away to prepare another drink he begins to speak again:

"It wasn't a question." his voice is clean and crisp... and dangerous.

A warning.

You freeze for a moment, blood running cold. Turning back slowly, you rise an eyebrow as if to question him. 'Don't show weakness.' is what you tell yourself.

"We'll go on a date, you'll sell me the bar and then things will progress nice and smooth."

An extended hand.

A demand, not invitation.

"There is a lot of give and take in business and relationships, my dear." his airy chuckle resounds in the now empty bar as he beckons you closer.

It looks like you don't have mush of a choice anymore.

[azulsluver]

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