#dinoxanxus

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Y'all realize that XanxusDino's shipname is XD, right?

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Interviewer: What do you wish to become?

Xanxus: Supreme Overlord of the Highly Esteemed Badass Mafia™

Dino: *sighs* Vongola Decimo. He wants to be Vongola Decimo.

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Dino *throws himself into Xanxus lap*: Tell me I'm pretty.

Xanxus: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

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3, 17 and 20 for Xanxus/Dino?

3. Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Xanxus is definitely the one who walks around half-naked, Dino is too busy ogling to even see the other people around them (he needs all his concentration for navigating and ogling at the same time, honestly. His aim isn’t even preventing himself from tripping, it’s not breaking bones- a more realistic goal). The one who yells at Xanxus to put on some clothes is, predictably, Squalo, who would very much like to eat his breakfast without his boss showcasing for the boyfriend. 

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

If we’re gonna go ‘’everybody lives’’ - Enrico did so once just because he wanted to know what it felt like because it was a Big Point in fanfiction and he just had to try it out. 

Frederico is really too sensible for it (read: he saw it as Cute Little Brother Number 2: This One Screams Less), Massimo gave a shovel talk with such glee that not even Dino could take him seriously. 

Tsuna is no older sibling and neither is Bianchi, but they gave Xanxus the shovel talk of his life and still squint at him every time he does anything more than holding Dino’s hand. 

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Dino has ATROCIOUS text etiquette- to the point where many people ask themselves what he’s actually trying to say. 

…Xanxus is slightly OCD about grammar, but also can’t be bothered to text a long message, so mostly he just calls. There was this one time he pretended to be possessed by texting Dino in a Dino-esque way to mess with him, and knowing how scarily insistent Xanxus is on grammar, Dino believed him.

He came home with the local exorcist on speed dial, only to see Xanxus laughing his ass off. Let’s just say it was an incident nobody ever spoke off again and that Xanxus slept on the couch for a week.

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Dino: Why doesn't Xanxus have a lover yet?

Squalo: Because he doesn't want one. Why do YOU not have a lover?

Dino: Because Xanxus doesn't want one.

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*cough*muahahahahaha*cough* ahem. this is kinda mean. Choose: Giotto/Cozart or Xanxus/Dino.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY BBIES!

Okay, nobody should ever doubt your ability to come up with the perfect payback, because making me choose between my two OTP’s next to 0027 (which I made you choose between), is just pure genius.

The very sadism of it makes me shiver in excitement and remember that this kind of stuff is exactly why we’re friends (among many other reasons, most probably disturbing without context, perhaps also with XD)

This… This is me Choosing between good Catholic boy Xanxus wearing heels to church, and Giotto’s everlasting faith and letters to Cozart. This is me choosing between Morgana!Xanxus and Urien!Dino with Daniela and Reborn making plans in the background and the freakin’ interrupted confessions, smitten behavior and endless rants on blushing, broad, dancing Cozart.

I… I’m going for GiottoCozart. I’ve invested an enormous amount of emotional energy in them, and I ship them from the bottom of my heart. My gosh. I even made them wait for three to four freakin’ decades (which is a reference only you will understand for quite some time). That’s true love.

I love DinoXanxus with all my heart, but I’ve mostly written them in crack, which allows more emotional distance.

Which doesn’t mean that I’m not up to my ears with feels for them, just that GiottoCozart wins when it comes down to it. Because they wrench my heart out of my chest at the mere freakin’ mention of the ship.