Vylante OneShots

Mafia AU (#1) (SFW-PG13)

Note: Ok so I may or may not have had this certain AU planned for ALL of the characters of mystreet? I've had this idea easily for a year at this point but never acted on it? I wanted to maybe draw a comic, but realized that I don't have the patience. So, here you are! All of my other oneshot books (Aarmau, Garrence, Melinda, Travlyn, and ZaneChan) will also have multiple "Mafia AU" book parts. Hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: Someone's been shot, lots of blood, they have to get the bullet out, (gore?), inappropriate themes, Dante is literally a womanizer

2700 Words

"Brother! Come quick, he's been shot!"

That was the first thing Vylad heard as Garroth kicked down the door to his office. He finished wrapping his hand immediately, running as quick as he could to grab the right supplies.

"Throw him over there!" He said over his shoulder, coming back to the two with his arms full of gauze and other necessities. On closer inspection, Garroth had brought in one of his closer friends, Dante. Vylad never got the chance to meet the man until now, and according to his reputation Vylad wasn't sure if he even wanted to. "What happened?" He asked, pulling plastic gloves over his hands.

"We were in the middle of a deal with what we thought was some smaller family. No one related to Elizabeth," he said with a sneer. "They jumped us and caught his shoulder." Garroth explained, carefully sitting him down in one of Vylad's rather uncomfortable wooden chairs.

Dante himself looked a mess, he was probably biting his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. His breathing was deep rather than shallow, but his exhales were all shaky. His right arm hung limp, his suit covered thickly in blood. But Dante wasn't Vylad's first patient and definitely wouldn't be the last if what happened was anything to go by for the future. Thankfully, Garroth had remembered to put a tourniquet around it. As Vylad was assessing Dante, Garroth wouldn't shut up beside him.

"Is he okay? Please tell me he won't lose the arm. Is he supposed to be sitting like that? Do you want me to move him? How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Do you—"

"Garroth," Vylad snapped. "I think it'd be better if you left. Dante will be fine." He attempted to persuade his brother, who he himself had probably gotten shot three times, also once in the shoulder for that matter. He was freaking out just as much when Laurence got shot though, so perhaps this was just his brother's overly worried nature. Garroth hesitantly took a step away from the pair.

"Okay. If you say he's going to be fine, then.. okay." Garroth mumbled, talking to himself mostly as he did a 180 degree spin and walked out the door. Vylad sighed in relief as the door shut behind him, and finally got to work. He didn't like having people loom over him whenever he fixed people up, and he especially didn't like when it was his older brother.

"Okay, let's get you fixed up.." Vylad murmured, doing his best to lean over Dante's rather slumped figure to get his dress coat off. Dante couldn't move his body, but apparently he could move his mouth. And he found this whole situation rather funny.

"Wow, I just met you and you're already taking off my clothes? How very sudden." He says through a pained smile. Vylad thought of letting it slide, just to be nice and let Dante do whatever it was that made him comfortable—If that was flirting with him, fine—but he didn't want him to over-exert himself. He wasn't even sure if Dante noticed he was a guy, but it was no use to try and correct him.

"Keep talking, and you're going to bleed out." Vylad muttered, throwing his bloody jacket to a table to the side. He undid Dante's tie, letting it come free with a soft fwhhhip noise. Dante grunted at that, and Vylad forced himself not to look at the sly expression on his face that was undoubtedly there. Vylad grabbed a pair of scissors, and quickly cut through the center of his shirt to rip it off of him.