#xanxus speaks

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A peaceful life preparing tea and listening in on gossip from the neighbourhood mothers? Pfeh, in theory the lifestyle sounded amazing, but the thrill and undying curiosity burning inside Yona was a force to be reckoned with. Scrummaging through the drawers of some important-looking-guy's room, Yona stamped his hammer to duplicate any documents. "Ohhh, that looks important, riiiight?" Eh. He'll just read these later! The priority was to smuggle out whatever inside the Varia Mansion undetected and leave with no traces. It should be easy enough! He had already set up plenty of distractions for the idiot ass squad. ...Or so he thought. The weight of the situation didn't hit him until the creak of the door cut through his focus. "Fff-SHIT." Yona dove under the desk, the drawer still open by just a crack. He held his breath, hammer close to his chest as he pulled his long hair in for better coverage.

[Unprompted ask] ||Accepting|| @ukigumos

Quietly, the skulking man approached his office. Even with his languid movements, he hardly made any sound as he approached. Just like a cat, able to move so quietly through the space they felt most comfortable in.

Pushing the door open with more force than was necessary, he quickly eyed his desk. There lay his papers (that Squalo ‘begged’ him to attend to).

The man pauses, muscles in his body tense, and every part of his body was on high-alert. Lazy as he may seem, he was the leader of an elite assassins’ group for a reason. His capabilities were insanely high, and the same went for his instinct. Even if he couldn’t pinpoint the source, there was something amiss.

Slow and deliberate steps approach the desk, eyes scanning over the room meticulously in search for anything suspicious.

There, a drawer left slightly ajar. Only a crack, but Xanxus knew the last person in his office had to be Squalo if he’d nagged him about letting his paperwork pile up this much. That man would never leave his room without ensuring everything was in pristine condition. (Just once, some paperwork was left slightly askew and that sent Xanxus into a fit of rage)

Fucking annoying.

Without warning a shot rang out, just barely missing Yona hiding underneath the desk.

“Come out.”

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Boss do you avoid getting married because it’s a pain in the ass? This being married thing is soooo annoying. (From bel)

[Unprompted ask] ||Accepting|| @natshoard

What the Hell is this bratty- oh right, didn't he get married to one of those Vongola brats on accident or whatever? He vaguely recalled going to Japan to drag her to Italy with them.

Heh

Those fucking brats fought a losing battle. The annoying woman was always going on about a divorce, but Bel was obviously not going to give in. A blackened soot at the bottom of his trash can were the remains of a request for mediation to resolve the situation so the woman could be brought back home safely- to which he burned the papers on the spot.

What his officers did were their own prerogative. He wasn't going to get involved unless it hindered productivity. If the bitch woke him from his nap one more time however...

"You caused the fuss to bring her here, so see it through. Get rid of her now if you won't." He takes a casual swig of his whiskey. Whether he meant to send her back to Japan or just outright kill her, that was for the other party to discern for themselves.

Red eyes stare at the drink in hand as he swirled the cup habitually.

"A real man takes responsibility. A man doesn't forsake a woman because things got inconvenient." His voice was normally 2 parts anger and 1 part tired, but his tone just now was 2 parts anger and 1 part resentful.

A large gulp of his whiskey before throwing it into the wall behind Belphegor. "You should bring Whiskey when asking such bullshit questions." Now all parts anger.

He was just made to remember something annoying as hell.

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For each  ‘ 🔥 ‘  I receive, my muse will admit one thing that turns them on (for Xanxus XD)

[Original reblogged on my other blog] ||Accepting|| @squaletta

At great risk to her health, the mun had hidden faaar away when asking this of Xanxus.

"Disposing of trash."

Well... the desire to dispose of trash turns on his kill switch and nothing else. The prompt did not specify in which way he was being 'turned on.'

In the distance Dino and Yamamoto ask 'you could do that?'

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𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝑿𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒖𝒔

🧡💜☁️🌅 ✶⇢ “He’s within my crosshairs,” Sarina told Xanxus, aiming her rifle towards the light glinting off the spyglass.  The enemy’s rifle was pointed towards them.  She pulled the trigger and watched the soft thud of the defeated sniper.  She hurriedly cleaned up.  “You’d think they’d learn?”  She referred to the Varia’s enemies.  “To point C.” She told Xanxus over the communication device.  Point C, according to Squalo, was the location to take down the last sniper.  She hurried towards point C.  Hopefully, the last sniper will go down without a hitch.

[Unprompted ask] ||Accepting|| @astrxthesiai

Xanxus barely paid attention to what Sarina was saying, only barely. He knew the plan that Squalo had painstakingly ensured that he'd heard.

He only need hear a plan once to commit it to memory and execute it to perfection. If he was paying attention to anything, it was on Sarina- to ensure that she wasn't fucking things up.

Of course, as expected of Varia-quality, she was proving her own worth within the ranks of the illustrious Varia. The mission was integral for Vongola operations and the stakes were high, but one wouldn't think so by observing his demeanor. He looked as though he hardly cared whether the mission was a success or not, but everyone forgets one detail: He showed up.

The day Xanxus deigns to get himself up from his lofty throne to see a mission through to completion was a day that even impossibilities become possible. Just as she had her own tasks to do and report back on, so did he.

"Just hurry it up."

Only a bit more time to waste before he can return to his throne for a well-deserved nap.

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“ This is why we can’t have nice things… " (Sarina to Xanxus.)

[I'm sure it's from a meme but I'm too lazy to hunt for it rn] ||Accepting|| @astrxthesiai

That sounded like a problem for others to worry about and not himself. Whether the 'nice things' could live a fruitful life under his 'care' was hardly a concern of his. No matter what, he owned only 'nice things,' minus his personality, of course.

"Sounds like a you problem if you can't have nice things."

Adopt tyranny. Look at how quickly 'nice things' fall into his lap. What did it matter to him whether she was being sarcastic or making a snide comment on his behalf? The fact remained that regardless of how wasteful he was, he was never lacking of quality.

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Sarina was on a mission somewhere in California. She had just finished and was making her way out of the US on a private jet. The woman had fallen asleep for a few hours, but she had recently put together a care package for Xanxus' birthday.

"I sent you a care package aproximately at 7 AM PST via priority mail. It might arrive on the eleventh, who knows? But I hope you enjoy it. Happy birthday, Boss. Buon appetito."

The care package included a new fountain pen made of gunmetal, kilograms of quality frozen steaks and ribs, Bourbon Whiskey, new cologne, dark chocolates, and a few recipes for various hot sauces for namely Lussuria and Squalo to make for the lazy Varia boss. (Sarina to Xanxus : Xanxus' Birthday 2025)

||Accepting|| @astrxthesiai

The package arrived and Squalo was the one who delivered it to the man who was lazily reading over some documents. Piercing eyes lock onto the trespasser of the room before glancing back down at the documents before him. Squalo was the only person who would enter into his room unscathed… a mere 50% of the time. Inside were the gifts that Sarina had procured for him, minus the steaks. Some were already being grilled by the chefs. The sauces would have to be made some other time.

He'd suppose with the amount of stuff she'd packed into the box, she can be pardoned for being late. She has been busy with a mission, memory serving.

“Hmph, she has good taste at least.” They weren’t useless gifts, and they did align with his interests, so he’ll accept them for now. As the next meal was being prepared, Xanxus got back to his work with a new fountain pen sitting in the corner of his desk.

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Sender gives Receiver a shoulder massage. (For Xanxus) (This one can be funny XD)

[Original] ||Accepting|| @squaletta

Of course, he was given a forewarning of her intent of giving a shoulder massage. She'd have an actual deathwish if she proceeded with her intent without telling him first. Xanxus was very sensitive towards any contact with his person, but that was quite normal for assassins by trade.

Tensions always rode heavy on his shoulders though it mostly seemed that he did nothing but pawn all the work onto Squaletta (which isn't necessarily false), but Xanxus also did his own work as the big honcho around the Varia.

He was no shadow leader, that's for sure.

"Hmph, so your hands are only good for paperwork and swords fighting. What, you think i'm a bug or something? Put some strength into those fingers, you shitty shark. Useless."

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"This is why we can’t have nice things…" Fran complains, not that the boss will care for anyone's but his own selfish interests. Ah, he better make sure to skedaddle before he ends up being the unhappy recipient of an item or two thrown at his frog hat.

[Original meme] ||Accepting|| @dyingresolve

The brat was smart to scuttle away like a trembling bug before Xanxus's finger could pull the trigger.

"Hmph, a smart bug." Just like a cockroach, the Varia officers were hard to kill, not that he necessarily wanted to kill any of them. It was just a testament to their skill to make it out alive when his ire was provoked.

He'd just thrown a bottle of whiskey at the wall in a fit of rage. Fran was testing lady luck with his comment just then.