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A hesitant knock interrupted Keith’s texting.

“Come in!” he yelled out.

A maid peered in, clearing her voice. “Excuse me, but your uncle wants your presence downstairs.”

Keith stood up, sneaking one last glance at the mirror. He looked… stupid. Well, too late to fix anything now.

Keith followed the maid, pulling out his phone as the buzzing persisted.

“Keith, thank you for gracing us with your presence.”

Keith quickly shoved his phone into his pocket, looking up at his leering uncle. The man scoffed and turned back to the lines of men in front of him.

“Now, is there anyone who hasn’t received an assignment?”

The room was silent.

“Good.” The man scanned the eyes of those in front of him, his piercing gaze boring into their skulls. “Any mistake tonight will not be tolerated. Tonight, the head of Blue will be in our home. They’re expecting to have the upper-hand, and I want them to continue in that mindset until it is too late. We have no room for imperfections. Tonight, we put an end to this war. If any of you cost me this, it will be your last mistake.”

He paused for a moment. Keith stiffened as his uncle’s yellow eyes bored into his own.

“Dismissed.” His voice echoed in the great party hall.

“Vrepit sa,” the lines of men echoed back. Keith’s voice was lost in the uproar of loyalty.

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Keith was no stranger to having assignments in a family of mobsters. He was always willing to knock a couple heads in, transport some not-so-legal merchandise, or break into some big wig’s house. But, never before had he agreed to dress up like an idiot.

Funnily enough, this had been his idea in the first place. But, for some reason, it never occurred to him that he’d be the one out in the open socializing.

Keith fussed with the burgundy tux, wincing at how out of place he looked. He wasn’t used to wearing something not covered in a fine layer of dust and blood. He felt too sterile. As if this change of clothing had washed away all bits of his personality.

He held the delicate mask up to his face. The black of the leather blended into his dark hair.

However stupid it looked, it did help a little with his perpetual grimace. But, not enough that he looked approachable. That was key.

A tone rang from his phone.

Keith groaned and flopped on his bed, completely wrinkling his suit.

No one in the family knew.

Keith was…

What’s the word? Oh, yeah.

Gay.

Keith was painfully gay.

And, since no one in the family was made aware of this development, it seemed completely normal for an eligible bachelor in the Red bloodline to be married off to a woman in a neighboring gang.

A very female woman complete with boobs, mind you.

Tonight, Keith was going to meet his future wife for the very first time. He was too far in. It was either give up his chances in the family or marry the girl and be Officially Straight for the rest of his life.

So, like most millennials in life-changing situations, Keith pulled out his phone and decided to rant to a random stranger

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quick question: would you guys be more interested in a video texting format? or would u prefer just the format I’ve been using?

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Thank you <333 It’s so nice seeing messages like this. Seriously make my day :))))

Thank you so much :))) and college is ruff dude i feel you. 

And ya, my personal tumblr is @drippingpen

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Seriously one of the sweetest messages I’ve ever received. I think about this a lot lol. 

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Chapter 2 Part 1

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Friday

8:20 PM

Lance was no stranger to the missions of a mafia family. More times than he could count he was sent to roughen up some strangers, or transport some sort of crates, or keep a watchful eye on some guy. But, never before had he been asked to look so goddamn good.

Lance pat down the soft tux material, admiring how nicely it fit on him. He held his mask in front of his face, letting the gold detail glitter in the light.

Damn. Lance knew he had to keep it all professional but… damn.

He was gonna be a fucking chick magnet.

Granted, the chicks at this party would probably slice him a new one if they knew who he actually was but, still.

Chick magnet.

Lance pouted at his mask. Black was always a good color, but blue was just that much better. But, maybe he could…

Lance walked over to his dresser and began rummaging around.

His phone buzzed, but it wasn’t from Pidge. 

He figured this was going to happen. His mamá was too paranoid for her own good. 

It was always good to be safe than sorry.

Yeah yeah, someone was gonna project blue on the ceiling.

Gunshots and people screaming might also be a tell.  

Lance pulled out the blue silk handkerchief out of his dresser.

Whoops.

The doorbell rang. Pidge and Hunk began banging on the door, yelling obscene things and laughing. Lance rolled his eyes, quickly deleting the messages. 

“Coming!” he yelled. He shoved the blue cloth into his breast pocket.

Might come in handy if he so needed to gag a red.

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{{thank you for keeping with this- sorry for the late update- but next one will come out soon-- i think im gonna make a bunch , queue them to get back on track for the realtime updates, 

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Hey i hope this doesn't sound mean but i was wondering if you still were interested in the story bc i really really like it, but if you are busy its totally cool, i just wanted to know

Thank you for this ask. I really appreciate. It is a really fun story and I want to continue it, but unfortunately, I have an insanely busy schedule. On top of that, I need to come up with a lot of money for my school and that’s been hurting my mood and my willingness and ability to write. This takes effort, believe it or not. 

I appreciate your way of approaching me. There was someone on anon that kept harassing me and messaging me that I eventually blocked. So thank you, you did this really nicely and I'm happy you messaged me. 

I really want to finish this story. I have so many ideas and this is so fun to write for. But it’s getting really hard to keep this up and keep up with all the things that are happening. 

((((((if you wanna pay for my college, I'll write you every fuckign chapter in a week istg))))))))

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Asks you guys have sent <333

@ladyshit23 Thank youuuuuuuuu <33333 I have a lot in store lol :DD

awwww bruuuuuhhhh thank you so fucking muuuuch<333 I’m glad you like it ☺️☺️☺️

@flowwersandknives  aaahhhhhhh thank youuuuu i love writing in this format <33333

not really lol

thanks <333 currently im working a full time job that has me doing 12 hours a day 6 days a week. so yeaaaahhh nothing im writing is currently being updates cuz i literally have no time :( but I’m glad people are still into my work <333

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Keith snorted. 

So these were the kind of pictures that Lance had saved to his phone? Who even was this kid?

Keith stared down at his phone. Was this getting weird? Did he make it weird? 

Well, Lance was the one who flirted first- and it didn’t mean anything. And-

“Keith.” 

He glanced up.

Shit.

Shiro stood in front of the great wooden doors. The murmurs had silenced. The air was still. 

The man walked over to Keith and gave him a crooked smile. 

“Hey, kiddo, your plan worked.”

The plan-

it worked? 

His plan worked. 

Keith sat straighter and cleared his throat. 

“Course it did.”

Shiro gave a small huff of laughter and glanced back at the tall mahogany doors. 

“They’re waiting for you in there.”

Keith nodded and slowly stood up, unconsciously smoothing down his clothes. He walked towards the entrance, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.  

Keith glanced back at Shiro. The man smiled and motioned towards the conference room. 

“Go kill ‘em.”

Keith nodded and grinned, turning to face the great wooden doors.

“Oh, I will.”

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5.18.17

2:02 am

Keith leaned back into the chair and glared at the great wooden doors before him. Small murmurs of conversation seeped from the cracks. 

Here he was, again. Stuck on the outside. Waiting.

His phone buzzed. 

Keith glanced up back at the doors. 

No. He wasn’t going back to brooding. Fuck that. 

Keith hated how he was actually offended Lance didn’t remember. 

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This is so gooood!! Both the super cool and amazing plot and the format of mixing text messaging and actual written explanatory text makes it so interesting to read! It's just getting started but I can tell it's gonna be a great story, full of both feels and laughs Can't wait to keep reading and see this get all the love and recognition it deserves 👌😉😊😊

aaaaaawwwww baaaabeeeeee thank uuuuuuuuuu and that would be nice lollll - i already have like 200 followers?? like wow im fucking honored  <333 thank u guyssss<3333

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This is really amazing, but I'll be honest, it took me way too long to make the mafia connection. Despite the fact that its written? Right? There? Anyways this is a super super cool format. Nice job!

aaahhhh omggggggggg lol whoops- it happens. 

BUT

IM GLAD U LIKE ITTTTTTT <333 tHANK U<3333

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author note <3

sorry i haven’t updated in a while!!! lots has been happening in my life :,(

so im updating tonight <3 annnnddd do me a favor and pretend like a month hasn’t passed in the fic world

to clarify- it hasn’t been a month since lance and keith last texted each other.

thank you for being patient!<33 your kind words are my fav <333

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I love this story, I love the formatting, I love the cutie slice of life cliche stuff going on at the same time as mafia drama, I just... I love everything about this, thank you for doing what you do!

Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Thank u thank u thank uuuuuuu. I was going to do a full on normal au thing but me being me I couldn’t stand to chill for 2 seconds lolllllll thank you so much u made my life ❤️❤️❤️❤️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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Hey, you don't have to post this if you don't want but I just wanna say this is really interesting and nicely written with nice characterisation. :) Cuuuute! :)

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Lance bit his lip, trying to hide his smile. 

Lance barked out a laugh.

Whoever this guy was, he was fantastic. 

Lance quickly switched over to the group chat. He was going to sleep- just first he needed to do something. 

There were some perks to being in the mafia. Lance placed the phone right at his bedside and quickly snuggled into bed. 

Finally. 

Sleep.

His phone buzzed. Lance gave out a sigh, and grabbed it.

As soon as he saw the contact name, Lance smiled, wondering what he did deserve another text. 

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04.08.17

3:00 AM

Lance flopped onto his bed, muffling his groans with one of the pillows. Today had been impossible. What he needed right now was a good nights rest. Too bad he had to wait for the face mask to dry first. 

Curse him and his beautiful skin!

Lance scrolled through his phone, wondering who would be up at this hour. 

International drug smuggling? 

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Lance stopped typing for a moment and swallowed. 

Red’s front was a record store. 

What were the chances this stranger worked for them? Could this be a trap?

Lance shook his head. He was just being paranoid. If it was a trap, it was a pretty shitty one. 

The guy hadn’t even given Lance a fake name. 

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04. 05. 17

3:20 PM

The car rolled up to the abandoned factory.

“Just wait here,” Shiro mumbled as he turned off the car. He paused for a moment, hands resting on steering wheel. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Just as he was about to walk away, he leaned down and looked back at Keith. 

“Don’t try anything,” Shiro raised an eyebrow. The unspoken words hung in the air. 

‘We don’t want a repeat of last time.’

Keith watched as Shiro entered the metal building. He rolled his eyes and opened his phone. It was like he was twelve all over again- waiting for the big kids to join the shootout as Keith waited in the car. 

You mess up one time.

Keith scrolled through the contacts- his thumb resting on Lance’s.

Might as well. He could use a laugh right about now. 

Fuck- did he just flirt with Lance? Well, no, not intentionally anyway. 

But Lance sure seemed to think he did. 

Gunfire.  Instantly, Keith forgot about the conversation and climbed over to the driver seat. He started the engine, grinning as the car rumbled to life. 

Shiro ran out of the building, carrying a large briefcase. He quickly slid over the car’s hood and opened the passenger seat. Keith barely waited for Shiro to close the door before he was driving off, leaving a trail of rubble behind him. 

A group of men poured out of the building, each sporting a gun bigger than the other. The rain of bullets pelted the metal of the car. Keith hated how exciting this all was. 

And how much he loved every second of it.