I stumbled upon your mafia au rn and holy moly is it amazing. I love how it makes sense and is so well written. Oh god if you write more I'll love you forever and shower you with all the gifts, but if you don't I'll still love you and it!
Thank you! I now present part 4!
Warning: OCs, OOCness, grammatical errors but tried to keep in minimum
had been in multiple first class seats, heck they were literally living in a
castle that acts as their ship also, it was like just a part of being a Paladin
and defender of the universe. So really, there was nothing to be awed at the
private jet plane of Lance. If anything, everything outside of the Milky Way
galaxy was more advanced compared to anything that Earth could offer. No, what
got Keith speechless was the fact that Lance was a full blooded Mafioso. How
could he deny it when the moment they entered the airport Lance was immediately
greeted by the Salazar’s own crew? How could he say that this was all a lie
when they were directed immediately to the plane they were going to take? How
could he say that he was not shock when they were now a few hours away from
Italy to meet the whole Salazar Familia?
could Lance dropped such a huge bomb and just act so nonchantly?
now I am reminded why I hate wearing suits, doesn’t matter if it is Italian,
English, or American suit. I hate wearing this.” Keith saw Lance seating near
the window and just staring outside while attempting to loosen his tie. He had
to admit that blue was really Lance’s color no matter what.
must admit, Earth’s clothing are beautiful. Is it always like this?” and then
Keith’s attention was shifted to Allura and saw that she was admiring the
simple pink silk dress she was wearing, specifically, she was staring at the
floral designs adorning the lower part of the dress.
you meant the things that we are wearing right now, then no.” Lance completely
gave up on his tie when one of the stewardess slapped his hand for the second
time, “You can say that this ones are for important events. Humans just usually
wear what was comfortable for them or what makes them look beautiful. Though
most just wear what they can afford. Most humans are not exactly rich and food
is more important than clothes.”
you know this despite being born with a silver spoon in your mouth?” it was not
meant as a hostile question but rather a genuine one. Keith just wanted to know
more about Lance because it was a painful reality that he didn’t know their
blue Paladin that much at all.
would not be surprised that Lance’s life as a child of a Mafioso was anything
but easy. By just imagining things, Lance might be prone to being kidnapped.
you will meet a lot of interesting individuals inside the Mafia, especially the
desperate ones.” Lance gave them a dark yet sorrowful smirk. Keith was reminded
of the times where their Blue Paladin inflicted self-punishment to himself when
they didn’t managed to save the Galra prisoners they were meant to rescue.
Lance always thought it was solely his fault when it reality it was a
collective error. It took a lot of talking from Allura, Shiro, and Coran until
Lance managed to stop punishing himself by training non-stop with nothing but
raw anger and despair.
rest of the ride was spent in silence between Keith and Lance. Allura was
asking Shiro about Earth’s customs while watching TV. Shiro was trying to
explain and answer every question the Princess had but sometimes the words were
lost in his mouth. Hunk and Pidge were raiding the whole plane for things to
assemble and disassemble as well as find the different stocks of foods and
drinks. Earth’s foods and drinks were something like a rare item for them,
okay? Coran was taking his time talking to the pilots and it was a miracle that
he was not being kicked out. Rather, the pilots seemed to enjoy the stories of
Coran about different alien species and Altean cultures.
and Allura were like children once they got in the car. They were both pointing
at different objects, plants, and animals, and asking multiple questions.
Pidge, Hunk, and Shiro tried to satisfy their curiosities while Lance just
merely tossed a bottle of juice towards Keith and simply watched the chaos
happening before them.
was, until they reached the gates of Salazar’s mansion.
is your family a secret fan of the Zoldyck’s?” Pidge managed to ask when Lance
let it slipped that the whole mountain was under the name of the Salazar’s.
logically, it will be impossible to have this mansion inspired by the Zoldyck’s
when this is much older compared to the first released of Hunter x Hunter.”
I get that.” Hunk completely budge in the conversation, “But why are we
walking? Can’t we take your limousine until we reach the mansion itself?”
this was just merely met by a mischievous grin.
your bayards. Show that you deserve the title of the ‘defenders of the universe’.
Oh!” Lance shifted his attention to Coran, “Don’t worry, Coran! I told them to
leave you alone from their shenanigans!”
all of them asked before they were assaulted by a rain of bullets.
What is the meaning of this?!” Reflexes were the one that saved their dear
lives. Fighting in a war could really hone anyone’s skills if they were
desperate enough to live.
No killings or maiming!” Lance shouted at them (or maybe to the people
attacking them) and Keith saw, from the tree he was hiding, that he was freaking dancing around the barrage of
bullets as if it was merely a rain fall made out of lead.
then let his bayard transformed into twin pistols (an ability that the blue
paladin learned earlier than the rest) and put his arms sideward before pulling
the trigger while dancing an impromptu ballet, at least that was the closest
comparison Keith could supply at the moment and oh goodness gracious, did Lance
just somersaulted in mid-attack?
could not entertain more the thought at the moment when he felt a presence near
him. His feet moved before his mind could catch up to what was happening. His
hands immediately pulled out his sword in order to deflect the knives aimed at
weapons might not be as advanced as alien technology but it was still deadly in
the hands of experts or just lucky ones.
it! Why are you attacking us?! We are Lance’s friends!”
I can’t exactly trust that information considering you kidnapped my little bro
before.” It was said in a sickening sweet voice and when Keith adjusted to the
light (due to entering the forest that engulfed him in moment of darkness) he
saw a man a few inches taller than him and wearing a black trench coat of all
things, he had a spiky hairstyle for his strawberry blond hair and his emerald
eyes feels like it was dissecting Keith’s soul bit by bit. All in all, it was
hard to convinced Keith that this person was Lance’s blood brother.
if reading his thoughts,
Father different Mother!” was all the man said before tossing the rest of the
knives towards Keith.
should have known it was a distraction.
next thing he knew was that a gun was firmly pressed on his temple.
living thing is fragile once you found their heart or brain. The name is Khanda
Salazar, by the way. Third child of Don Salazar.” Keith never thought that he
would add another name to the list of creatures with sickening sweet giggles.
You’re a work-for-hire girl - for the criminals and criminally rich. Your job is to threaten, steal from, frighten or hurt whoever you’ve been employed to - but your newest job involves a person you swore you’d never talk to again. Someone who brought you into this entire business - and tried to get you out. Someone who, should you accept this challenge, would open a Pandora’s box of disaster…
(1 /2/3/4 /5 /6) Scenario: AU, angst, miniseries Word Count: 4,995
“Every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. Ours was Thornhill, the Blossom family’s mansion, with its very own graveyard. And trapped within its walls, like some Gothic heroine, was Cheryl Blossom, who’s still grieving for her beloved brother Jason. Linked in death even as they were in life.”
1st house ♈:
It just went on the market. Everything is white… fresh. Absolutely bare but perfect. Sun streaming in through the windows is its only accessory. A young couple will walk into it tomorrow, staining the untouched carpet with hope and filling the halls with laughter.
2nd house ♉:
Every Sunday the colorful chattering of a close family echoes out of a single window above a full oven. The fire in the hearth never goes out and the flower vases are never empty. Every wedding and every birthday party is held there.
3rd house ♊:
The owner and his close friends lounge around in its library. Smoke billows up to the ceiling. Frankincense and cigarettes. While his companions debate in an array of languages he slides an ace up his sleeve. The books behind him are the only witnesses.
4th house ♋:
A rental beach house. The perfect kind. The kind with board games stuffed under the couch and shell wind chimes swaying on a beaten up porch. Families come and go, leaving their marks. A stain on the stove. Crayon marks on the walls. A chip in the bathroom mirror. This house is full of treasure.
5th house ♌:
Monroe and Bardot hang above the vanity. Opera plays from the kitchen. The balcony doors are always open. The lady of the house sings to her neighborhood. She’s a former actress and very fond of gold decorations.
6th house ♍:
An old house. A loyal one. One who has always served. In 1864 soldiers were taken in despite its small size. In 1901 it was a pharmacy made successful by yellow fever. In 1921 soup was passed out day and night.
Today it still serves. By day the psychologist sees to his patients. By night he ponders and writes about them.
7th house ♎:
A Victorian bed and breakfast frequented by honeymooners. It’s a quaint little place filled with antiques from the 1800s up until the 1950s where tea is poured hourly and rose gardens long to be tended to. Love is strengthened and renewed within these walls.
8th house ♏:
Every town has one. Neighborhood kids dare each other just to take a step into the yard. The town’s oldest citizens steer clear of that damned house entirely. They only speak of what happened there in whispers. The “For Sale” sign hasn’t been touched in god knows how many years
9th house ♐:
They call it a house but its really more like a museum. People travel from all over the globe to come and run their fingers against the hundreds of artifacts. The owner hides among them, acting like a tourist, for fun. The locals always make sure to point him out though.
10th house ♑:
A mansion. The family has been there for two hundred years. They hold lavish parties, amusing themselves with drunken silly guests. But a drop never touches their tongues. Old money sits in the cellar along with wine as old as the proud house itself.
11th house ♒:
A hidden gem in the middle of a rundown neighborhood. The rebel’s beacon. Slogans of resistance plaster the walls. They gather there every Saturday. They speak of politics and plan protests. They believe in change.
12th house ♓:
A renovated church. Where pews used to sit a bed lays. This home was her ‘calling’. She tends to the small graves behind the courtyard and plays the grand organ for the spirits. Taking care of her ghosts is tiring but she wakes to stained glass splashing a thousand colors upon her each morning.