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Your muse catches sight of a tattoo they didn't know mine had--what's their reaction?

#that's very interesting yo

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hibari-kyoya

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That one trash, to whom Belphegor lost pathetically. One impressive one with his extraordinary skills he proved to have at a very young age, yet the most unpredictable of those Vongola dogs.

Quite the epitome of cloud, surely nosy. Getting involved in things that should certainly not concern him.

An eyebrow twitched, a snort involuntarily leaving his lips at the sight of the cloud guardian before him, in flesh. Xanxus couldn’t help but wonder what the other had to offer this time. Autistic, Vongola was. Unable to comprehend the meaning of a clear ‘Fuck off’.

"Th’ fuck ‘re y’ere fer, scum?"

hibari-kyoya

Kyoya had approached the fearsome Varia leader of his own accord, regardless of what Xanxus must have thought. He owed absolutely nothing to the Vongola Family. He had no obligations or sense of duty towards them, despite his title of Guardian. The aloof cloud did as he pleased and answered to no one, especially not that miserable little animal whose first instinct was to cower under anything bigger than him.

Hibari was nosy, but he also didn’t leave his business unfinished. Their last face-to-face encounter so long ago had not resulted in the fight he’d wanted, and he still bore the scar on his thigh from Gola Mosca’s missile. He hadn’t forgotten, and he wanted to finish the fight.

"I’m here to finish what he started," the younger male drawled, his hands sliding beneath the jacket around his shoulders to touch the cold steel of his weapons. He didn’t draw them yet, knowing now to observe carefully, rather than attack rashly. "Get up," he ordered, "tilting his head and narrowing his eyes.

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In all honesty, he couldn’t care less about what that scum thought of himself, the Vongola and the Varia. He couldn’t care less about that shrimp and his personality traits, whether coming from the cloud’s nature or not; the rebel side to him or his preference of a title. Whatever crap he had with Sawada was none of his business; he didn’t care what in common they had with each other or why followed the same path.

Xanxus merely acknowledged the fact that Hibari Kyoya existed and his past actions proved him to be an ally of Vongola. That was all that mattered to him.

“Hah…?” His brows knitted together at that, lips visibly pursing upon hearing his declaration. What the hell? Not only his personal space was rudely violated by some Vongola dog, but this particular one even had the guts to be ordering Xanxus around in his territory.

What the other meant drawled later on, and Xanxus rolled his eyes in a sarcastic manner.

Opting not to pay attention to the male, Xanxus’ gaze fixed on the half filled whisky glass in his hand; his feet slammed onto the wooden desk and he crossed them lazily, adjusting his posture to his comfort almost as if opposing his demand intentionally. Which was his intention.

“Fuck off, brat.”

#hibari-kyoya

"Can I kiss you?~"

It’s been a good fifteen minutes ever since he barked at that motherfucker to bring him his dinner already- he was starving. His constant angry grumbling received no response, irking him endlessly and rubbing his fur the wrong way; he swore on his dead mother to fuck that one trash up later on when the next time he dared to get in his sight of vision as he got up on his feet to get it himself with a furious scowl.

Why did they hire those useless fuckers?

Where the hell was Lussuria?! He could do much better without him breathing preferably in a mile around Xanxus, however that trash got more work, the work Xanxus was supposed to do but didn’t, done than the rest of these scums, so it made up for the most of his ridiculousness.

Most of it.

Speaking of the asswipe, there he was in the dining area, Lussuria’s focus of attention slipped to him from whatever crap he was up to again, upon hearing his heavy footsteps.

"Boss~!" God, how he wanted to smack that damn kissy face off his fucking face.

"Can I kiss you~?"

Rejection was instant and extremely simple, before the other could rub himself all over him and violate his respected personal space, Xanxus was off to side.

"Hell fuckin’ no. Fuck off."

#fabuloussun

"Can I kiss you?"

Extremely irked, his already gray patience was wearing thin as the clock in the damn room kept ticking. Xanxus stopped swirling the wine glass in his hand abruptly with a scoff marring his face, the man drowned the rest of the red liquid down his throat in one go. A bitter furrow of burrows crawled to his features as he felt the sourness down his throat and he crossed his feet over the table loudly, knocking off he whisky glass he slammed down from earlier and a group of paperwork in the process.

A hand came up to rest under cheek and he closed his eyes to block out the screaming and angry yells of domination declarations coming from the outside, waiting for the alcohol to kick in and take over this permanent headache of his—he was going to break that damn clock.

With a disrespectfully loud slam, he instantly knew who the fuck dared to come in in such a manner, the door to his office was kicked open. His voice, loud and clear, was scratching his lugs; his frown deepening with each loud step in his direction.

He kept his eyes closed but figured from the rustling of the papers, Squalo slammed what he kicked off earlier and a new dozen of paperwork onto the wooden table. After a bunch of curses thrown at him and later the Vongola dogs, he notice the other’s voice lowering progressively until it came to a complete stop.

Xanxus figured the best was to play it dumb until he left, if he didn’t; he would make him leave.

Squalo, on the other hand, didn’t. Neither did he speak a word.

It was then his eyelids parted almost with curiosity, drowsy gaze set on the other upon his silence. He could hear the ticking, again. “What?” Xanxus spit out after a moment of observation; silver eyebrows were knit together, lips pursed and a natural flush on his cheeks. He noticed where Squalo was standing, not exactly in front of the table but rather next to his throne.

“Can I kiss you?”

Words left the other’s lips, almost too quietly for his reputation.

Heavy silence filled the room back again.

It was a good five minutes before an aggressive exhale left the raven, and he reached a hand out to tug at the ends of the silver locks. His touch was by no means gentle or considerate, making the other jolt and instinctively lean over his sitting form. Sneaking his hand upper, he grasped the back of Squalo’s head, bringing him lower until the distance between the both was visibly closed. Xanxus then pulled the other in for a bold open-mouthed kiss.

You’re fucking impossible.

#mercurial--rain

"Can I kiss you?"

It was rather strange to have the female in his territory,a very rare occasion, let alone actually facing him. Both were quite hot headed with ideas opposing each other, which resulted in no development in between the both. Neither of them cared such lack of communication, seeing as to how nothing in common existed between the both. Always determined to give him the cold shoulder, the arcobaleno was; not that he gave a shit or two in all honesty.

Varia was full of well seasoned loud ass motherfuckers war veterans, and her voice was loud enough to keep up. Xanxus didn’t mind— she served for the good of this organization.

He didn’t see her twice ever since she came to get done whatever she had with Mammon, anyway.

Now, it was indeed unforeseen to see her in his room, standing before him with burrows furrowed and lips pursed, the way words spilled out of her lips effortlessly made him raise an eyebrow in return— his way of expressing his surprise to the inquire that came out of the blue.

Where the hell did that come from now, he had no damn clue. But he found himself out of fucks to give, in all honesty. As a smug smirk stretched his lips lazily, Xanxus was up on his feet. A hand pressed against the female’s nape to tug her closer, fingers diving in soft locks and curling ever so slightly as he mashed his lips against her own.

Why not?

#bel--niente

{ This whole work is pissing me off to no end-- Inactive, tired. Want some roleplays. }

#{ out of booze }

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Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

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Send me "Why change the past when you can own this day?" for my muse to reveal something that happened in their past that they are still struggling with.

#pft more xanxus angst

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Send me "⍱" and my character will react to yours kissing them and then promptly running away!

{ Yo, y'know you're always free to talk to me, yeah? In fact, I'd appreciate if you did. Since I have yet to meet people and actually start roleplays on here—;; }

♧

It wasn’t frequent Xanxus did anything work related that would compliment his position further, at all. While he was a vindictive and fearless man against his enemies on the battlefield, he never necessarily used his signature on most occasions. It wasn’t like anyone gave a shit about those worthless sheets of paper, anyway. Who gives a fuck whether there’s your signature on a damn invitation? Definitely not the Varian boss, for he usually ended up having Levi do it for himself.

Most of the time, that is. On occasion, there would be times on which those documents would have the worth of spilled blood on them— could determine the relations of Vongola. It was Varia’s duty to bark whenever the threats arose.

Gives his indolent nature as the head, it was only expected for those to be pent up, as well. They were. And so he sat in the room identified as his two days straight without sleep to catch up with the said work seeing as to how it was a possible time of danger, irritated even to be breathing the same air as the other. He could feel the booze he had for God knows —especially itching his brain ever since the death of Nono— how long fading into a throbbed headache as crimson orbs skimmed through the familiarity of Italian letters effortlessly.

Consciousness fading into a slumber, with a foot propped over his knee and his cheek resting on his hand and his elbow on the armrest. On the other, paper he once had been reading forgotten, dangling in between his fingers in a reckless manner. It wasn’t long before his breathing steadied, low snores audible to the brunet in the same room as him.

He didn’t know for how long he had been sleeping when he was woken up by the sensation of slim digits combing through his raven locks, almost in an affectionate way that he found rather cringe worthy. Not only he was used to such open display of affection, he certainly found it soothing— which got the cursed blood in his veins boiling at his own idiocy of lowering his guard in the same room as the other.

A scowl was his immediate response to the gesture, followed by a deep growl rumbled in his chest- which he originally intended for it to give off an atrocious malice. To which whether it did was unknown, for drowsiness seemed to be dominant to his brain the moment. “…Trash.” A comfortable kind of silence filled the room before Xanxus brought a hand up to slap away his, eyes setting on the other before he shut them back again with an exhale, “Fuck off.”

#caelidus #sorry this is shit #sorry if I misunderstood as well

"Memories of Sorrow"

In a cold, winter night. The young boy aimlessly strolled in a particular street of Italy on his bare feet; eventually turning back to the spot Mother told him not to leave and wait for her to come back. He told her he was hungry before they came here. Xanxus barely even spoke, anyway. He could feel the cold in his bones, sorry excuse for clothing on his frame doing nothing to shield him from the winter breeze. Xanxus wasn’t even sorry for himself anymore, neither was he disappointed. It became a yearly routine with no where to go; winter would be hell for the both of them.

He was used to it, really.

Snow under his feet wasn’t burning the livid skin anymore, limbs long ago numb and useless under his command from the cold, save for his hands; which have always been warm since he knew himself, for some reason unknown to himself. Crimson orbs’ permanent, icy glare —somehow he always looked older than his actual age and constantly angry. There were a lot of things he was angry at, although Xanxus chose to remain silent to the Mother. She always told him that she knew the best— set itself on the derelict building his Mother got into with a fancy looking Man in a suit, about what he was guessing an hour ago.

He opted for sitting on a ladder and waiting as he was told for half an hour more, until the cold and curiosity, after all Mother was never gone for so long— got the best of him.

Back up on his feet, Xanxus pushed the door of the old building ajar at first; peeking inside. Upon seeing no threats, he made himself in, standing still for half a minute as a shiver ran down his spine and he pressed his hands on both sides of his neck to still the sensation. An inhale, and his eyes were already looking for the Mother. Yet she was no where to be found.

Gaze set on the ladder before him before he decided to try his chance with the upper floors, feet quick on the cold floor as he hurriedly climbed up. It took him a while, when he found the Mother on the third floor with the man, inside one of the abandoned apartment properties— in a room, on a bed. The Man had the Mother’s hair in his grasp, both of them breathing heavily- deeply engaged in their aestheticdevoid dance to notice his presence yet. Clever enough not to barge straight in, Xanxus peeked over the open door. With his lips pursing, he had his back to the wall as he listened to Mother’s lullaby and the Man’s groans until the both came to a stop.

The man got off her soon after he arrived, pulling up his clothing and making himself presentable back again. Mother, on the other hand, was laying face down on the bed. Up on his feet, the Man took a long drag of the cigarette dangling in between his fingers before dropping it down and stepping on it; pausing briefly to dig a hand into his pocket. Throwing a few bucks at the Mother and leaving her motionless there, the Man put his coat back on and left without sparing a second glance to either of them.

Xanxus wanted to go see the Mother, she looked so exhausted and fed up, but she would get upset if she saw that he didn’t listen to what she said, again. Wordlessly, Xanxus went downstairs and out of the building, childish features hardening further with the cold air caressing his frame. He looked unnecessarily angry for a six year old, he always looked so angry; there were a lot he was angry at, after all. But he didn’t speak often. It was a good fifteen minutes before the Mother came out as well, placing a cold hand on his head and ruffling his hair to gain his attention.

Mother had a smile on her face and bags under her closed eyes. "Xanxus. Let’s go eat. You want beef, don’t you?"

#ask #angst #??#i tried #chaoticsol