Xanxus

Vongola's One True Boss

[mistcorpse]

FLIRTING WITH DANGER.

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Oh ? What was this ? Was the fierce leader of the Varia giving him permission to keep flirting with him – in his own way of course ? Mukuro gives a small chuckle at his reply, heterochromia eyes glinting with amusement. “ Oya, who says I didn’t bring you a gift, hm? “ He states pulling out a bottle of quality branded whiskey to show him and sets it nearby. The amusement in his eyes haven’t died down at the next words, in fact he looks like a very amused cat who might have found itself a toy to play with. “ I was testing the waters. “ He muses with a small shrug then adds. “ Wanted to know how dangerous it would be to flirt before i did more. “ And judging by the reaction he had gotten – it wasn’t that dangerous. “ Now that I know, I’ll be more original about it ~ “.

[scarred-sovereign]

The whiskey was... well, a nice touch. He smirked, reaching for the bottle and opening it. “Testing the waters ends up getting you boiled alive, trash.” He wasn’t against a little flirting, especially if it had the chance of pissing off the shitty baby boss. After taking a gulp of the alcohol, he turned red eyes on the Mist. “So you decided to flirt with danger, huh?”

[extreme-sun]

Indie TYL Ryohei Sasagawa.

Will happily play TYE, or any age, given a good storyline idea.

Multi-para rp, serious or crackety crack!

Multi-ship, platonic and romantic

Come play with me!!

graphic made by the lovely @mistcorpse

[scarred-sovereign]

" You're so hot you would make the devil sweat". Os he playing off the fact that his flames are similar to a fire ? yes. Would this maybe get him shot ? Possibly.

What in the blue actual fuck was wrong with the brat’s Mist guardian? “Are you fucking drunk? And if so, why the fuck are you bothering me without bringing any extra with you, trash?” He huffed, rolling his eyes. “And why don’t you try a pickup line I haven’t fucking heard before.”

[scarred-sovereign]

" Your lips look so lonely.... Would they like to meet mine? " Is he drunk ? hard to say. Is this a dangerous question ? most likely.

Say... what now? “Your face looks lonely, mist trash. Would it like to meet my gun?” What exactly did he do to deserve this? He was a good.... ok, no, he probably deserved it.

[juudaime]

"You'd better be home, baby boss brat. I'm on my way over." Xanxus has such a lovely phone presence....

Tsuna stares at his phone after it vibrates, but decides not to answer it as his hands are tied. Hopefully the idea of pastries sooth the ire of the Varia boss. If not… Oh well.

[scarred-sovereign]

After leaving the voicemail, the Varia boss makes his way to Tsuna’s home. It takes him a bit, because he refuses to travel in normal ways. When he finally arrives, he just waltzes in, letting the door bang as he goes. “Oi, fucking trash! Why the hell didn’t you answer the fucking phone?” He knows he’s loud enough to be heard from... well, pretty much everywhere.

[scarred-sovereign]

showmethehotpods‌:

scarred-sovereign‌:

Xanxus snorts and takes the proffered bottle, shaking his head. “You feel insulted? You only brought one fucking bottle, trash.” Not that that’s gonna stop him from drinking it. “What the hell have you been doing, anyway? Haven’t heard your whiny ass around recently.”

“Yeah, and I’ll bring more when you get through it, geez! Quit your bitching, or you ain’t gonna get any!” Gig certainly wasn’t going to be joining him in drinking. Probably. Bad shit happened with drunk reapers, and he’d like to avoid that. As much as his stubborness would let him. 

“I’ve been busy, your royal shitlordness. Did you forget the part where I have a job as well?! People dyin’ left right and center, I’ve been working my ass off!” That might not have been entirely true. He’d been keeping himself busy alright, but it was mostly pissing off folks in an entirely different universe. 

“Like you can even talk? Did the whole mafia thing go into early retirement?”

“Tch, I’ve been busy, asshole. Ya know, running a network of assassins and tryng to keep them from killing each other in the process?” He rolled his eyes as he opened the bottle. After taking a long gulp from it, he grinned and held it out to the reaper. 

“Seems to me we both deserve a rest... C’mon, trash, step away from the death and live a little with me.” Yeah, he was tempting fate... and reapers... but fuck it. He was tired, not nearly drunk enough, and looking for trouble.

[showmethehotpods-deactivated202]

scarred-sovereign‌:

“Eh, fuck off. Obviously I need more alcohol if I’m confusing the two of you.” 

“I’m feeling insulted here, Scarface. It’s like you’re saying I look like a woman!”

Snickering under his breath, he wordlessly slides the other man a bottle of his favourite. It definitely wasn’t a plot to worsen his shooting aim with alcohol, nope. 

[scarred-sovereign]

Xanxus snorts and takes the proffered bottle, shaking his head. “You feel insulted? You only brought one fucking bottle, trash.” Not that that’s gonna stop him from drinking it. “What the hell have you been doing, anyway? Haven’t heard your whiny ass around recently.”

[showmethehotpods-deactivated202]

scarred-sovereign‌:

“Always worked for me, shitty shark. What the hell are you whining about this time?”

“I’m not whining, I’m complaining. There’s a difference.”

“Congratulations, you’re not in some alcohol-induced coma! Might wanna get that eyesight checked out though, old man. Sure, I do my share of yelling, but I ain’t no shitty shark.”

[scarred-sovereign]

“Eh, fuck off. Obviously I need more alcohol if I’m confusing the two of you.” 

[showmethehotpods-deactivated202]

“Getting real tired of this kid buisness.”

“What’s a God gotta do to get a little respect around here? Actually kill somebody?!” 

[scarred-sovereign]

“Always worked for me, shitty reaper. What the hell are you whining about this time?”

[scarred-sovereign]

//Ok, seriously, folks, when I say n s f w I mean, like, blood and maybe gore and a lot of swearing... can p o r n blogs please go find another place to play?

[wnq-writers]

How am I supposed to interact with other humans when I’m still learning what it means to be human myself?

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[movedvanicchi]

[duca1e]

the baes 

[greedmist]

scarred-sovereign:

“I didn’t doubt it.” He sighed and leaned back, obviously relaxing a little. “You haven’t pestered me about raise in a while, shitty baby. You going soft since you grew up?” Very few people were close enough for Xanxus to tease, but Mammon had long ago earned his trust and what passed for friendship with the Varia leader.

“Please, you wound me.  I am merely biding my time.”

“Time is everything, after all.”  He appreciated the rapport he had with his boss; it made business – and life with the Varia in general – much easier. More pleasant.

The illusionist worked better, after all, when his superior trusted him to handle the numbers.  And Mammon did handle the numbers.  Extremely well.

“At any rate, if I were to pester you now, it would be easier to shoot an adult than a child.”

[scarred-sovereign]

“Tch, you say that like I wouldn’t shoot your ass just for fun. No matter how big you are.” He smirked, knocking back another gulp from his bottle. They both knew he wouldn’t... he talked a good game, but he only ever shot at his inner circle.

Except Levi.

“Speaking of shooting the trash, how are we on completion rates and pending jobs?”

[greedmist]

scarred-sovereign:

“I have some idea, yeah.” He leaned up long enough to slosh a bit of his tequila into a glass for the Mist, then leaned back again. “We were supposed to get paid by the Strangia last month, but I haven’t seen a receipt on my desk. So either you didn’t bother submitting one,” which in all the years he’d known the Arcobaleno, had never been an issue, “or our collection team didn’t get anything.”

Out of politeness, Mammon nodded in thanks and sipped at the tequila, before setting the glass down and leaving it there; he did not care for alcohol, but he cared for rudeness even less.

“I am not pleased to hear that our collection team has been evaded.  I will speak with them, and then I will speak with the Strangia.

The Varia’s financials are not to be trifled with.  Thank you, boss, for bringing this to my attention.  I assure you it will be taken care of.”

[scarred-sovereign]

“I didn’t doubt it.” He sighed and leaned back, obviously relaxing a little. “You haven’t pestered me about raise in a while, shitty baby. You going soft since you grew up?” Very few people were close enough for Xanxus to tease, but Mammon had long ago earned his trust and what passed for friendship with the Varia leader.

[greedmist]

scarred-sovereign:

“Get your ass in here.” The Varia boss kicked his own door open and stalked into his office, grabbing a bottle and flopping gracelessly into his chair. “We need to talk about the quarterlies… either someone isn’t paying in, or someone’s skimming off the top again. Both options are gonna end up in paying for a fucking funeral.”

Hearing that, his first reaction was relief that it wasn’t about him – but that was quickly followed by a sharp spike of anger.  So, someone thought they were going to be slick and skim the funds, did they?

“Do you have any idea of who it is, boss?”  Even if he had no leads from Xanxus to go on – which he highly doubted; the boss was very wily – he would surely be able to sniff the cheap bastard out.

Less coming in the quarterlies meant less going out in quarterly bonuses.

That was not going to be tolerated.

[scarred-sovereign]

“I have some idea, yeah.” He leaned up long enough to slosh a bit of his tequila into a glass for the Mist, then leaned back again. “We were supposed to get paid by the Strangia last month, but I haven’t seen a receipt on my desk. So either you didn’t bother submitting one,” which in all the years he’d known the Arcobaleno, had never been an issue, “or our collection team didn’t get anything.”

[capere-solis]

{🎈} Is this a help or a hindrance?

[capere-solis]

scarred-sovereign:

Xanxus was hoping to surprise his little medic before she got too busy… he didn’t often bother with the cheesy romantic gestures, but he couldn’t sleep, so he figured he might as well take her to breakfast. When he got to her room, he didn’t bother to knock… he didn’t have to knock on any door, thank you very much. 

Instead, he waltzed in and looked around. “Neri! Get the hell out here, we’re going out.”

With a surprised squawk, in a voice that sounded far lower than she’d remembered, Neri ducked down and hid behind her bed, drawing her knees up to…his chest? Goodness, I haven’t felt this flat-chested since primary school. Or as terribly awkward. 

“Uh, I think…” Definitely not her voice. “I think I ought to stay here for today, actually, I’m…not feeling terribly well right now. Highly contagious. Complete isolation. You should try asking Hayato though, I’m sure he’d love to go with you!” 

[scarred-sovereign]

“Hayato... why the fuck... what the hell is wrong?” He didn’t give two shits about some ‘contagious’ bullshit, and Neri sounded terrible. What kind of a boyfriend would he be if he just left her like that?

Pushing open her bedroom door, he walked in and looked around, missing the top of her head for a second. He saw her the second time though, and stalked over. “The fuck are you doing on the floor if you’re so sick? At least get on the bed...” He reached out to grab her arm, then the short hair and shoulders registered. Obviously it was his Neri, but...

“The fuck happened to you?”

[capere-solis]

{🎈} Is this a help or a hindrance?

Something had felt particularly different this morning, but Neri hadn’t really put her finger on it. Not until she’d tried to tie her hair up this morning out of her face, as was the routine every morning, because how were you expected to be working with blood, guts and who knows what else, when you had hair falling in your face? It might have worked for the higher ups, but not for the medic. 

The only problem with carrying out the morning routine, was that when she went to grab a fistful of hair, there really wasn’t that much to grab at all. In fact, as puzzled hands searched her head - when had she gone from a full-length ponytail, to a short cut? Did someone cut my hair again whilst I was sleeping?! Quickly rummaging through her bag, the medic produced a compact mirror, popping it open and taking a look at her…

                                                               … His?! 

            …A quick patdown of the body– 

“This is going to be a problem.” 

[scarred-sovereign]

Xanxus was hoping to surprise his little medic before she got too busy... he didn’t often bother with the cheesy romantic gestures, but he couldn’t sleep, so he figured he might as well take her to breakfast. When he got to her room, he didn’t bother to knock... he didn’t have to knock on any door, thank you very much. 

Instead, he waltzed in and looked around. “Neri! Get the hell out here, we’re going out.”