#reborn x xanxus

[bloodyspade0000]

A bunch of Xanxus centric hurt/comfot fics, oneshots and drabbles nobody asked for but needs

Feedback is appreciated it (๓´˘`๓)♡ิิ

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Nobody said it was easy [WIP]

It was like his body thought it was still trapped in ice

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Or: Xanxus suffers after the ring battles, and Dino tries his best to help while trying to mend their relationship.

Don't let me dream alone [Oneshots]

His universe began and ended with Xanxus

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A collection of Xanxus-centric oneshots. Mostly hurt Xanxus. Filled with angst & hurt/comfot. Requests are open!

Claiming a wrath [Oneshots]

Timoteo has a problem. Reborn provides a solution.

The art of loving a wrath [oneshots]

Iemitsu was starting to regret forcing his son into the mafia at such a young age.

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A bunch of Xanxus-centric ficlets, oneshots & drabbles. Requests are open and encouraged!

Dum Spiro, Spero

crossover fic between Knb & Khr

When I breath, I hope...

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After being killed by his father, Haizaki gets regenerated into a strange new world where his father didn't exist and where he had to learn to use the new powers that had been bestowed upon him—flames that flickered and spewed underneath his skin and glowed purple whenever he let them out—and had to adapt to a new beginning with his previous memories still intact.

My ao3

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Masterpost of my kuroko’s basketball’s fics (So far)

[what-the-fuck-khr]

hiiii @unwrathful specifically said they’d use Varia for wallpaper purposes so bc my little square was kinda shit quality I felt like I’d go and upscale them and shit a bit better her you go for all your Varia needs

edit: this… WAS better quality but…… if you need it please ask me I hate this website for ruining my hard work

[gelataisa]

Forever obsessed with a 10 years bazooka mishap that bring a tyl xanxus into the present during a party at villa vongola. he is clearly about to have sex (fortunately he only has his shirt open) and has what clearly is a wedding ring on his finger.

everyone is disbelieved and squalo looks like hes about to explode

xanxus is clearly annoyed yet somewhat amused. he probably revels in seeing his father embarassed by his everything. to everyone's surprises he scolds, in this order, the entire tenth gen for not teaching the fucking child anything apparently, and lambo himself for not being more responsible and behaving during an event like that

squalo once again freaks out (VOI!! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THAT TURNED YOU LIKE THIS) and the look xanxus gives him is so amused- yet poignant. the most attentive observers could be led to believe that there is also some fondness, yet they disergard the thought immediately

you know fish, theres this thing called 'being almost 40 years old', you might get to hear it some day

squalo's answer is lost in the smoke that appears right after

present xanxus is far less amused and calm upon his return

[hehedraws]

uh hello fellow khr people

[who1ssheesh]

Xanxus brainrot

Note: I couldn’t even come up with a plot, I just wanted fluffy Xanxus. Hope you enjoy as much as I did writing this

Warnings: OOC Xanxus, nor proofread, English’s not my native language (ouch)

• Accidentally getting a promotion. Getting them way too often and being endorsed way too much. Going home and seeing Xanxus silent, which by the way is weird because usually this menace would have already said how dumb this is and your job is fucking dumb and you are du-

• Actually about “subtle”. No, he’s indeed not. But he thinks he is. And it’s funny that everyone in Varia thinks they are subtle, but you are the observant one. First several bouquets you got were flawless - especially calligraphic cursive handwriting (which now reminds you of Lussuria way too much). And then one time Xanxus fucked up so much, you got flowers with half of petals fucking burnt and the pressure is handwriting on the note so high it was almost ripped.

This dumbass got you flowers personally and still refuses to admit this.

• It’s funny how obvious he can be with small things. Usually he would call you dumb fucking ass and those flowers are dumb and the argument was dumb and you are du- but he stays silent. Xanxus doesn’t stay silence with the most sour face in the world. Xanxus shoots people, throws things around and shouts. He doesn’t stay silent and dart his eyes around the room.

Squalo has been shot several times after noticing this, but he thinks that was worth it cause that’s the funniest face his boss has ever had.

• That’s sad in fact. Xanxus thinks that’s…shameful. He’s bad in relationships. He’s bad with words, he’s bad with people. He’s been bad his whole life, in fact.

Just…just give him a smile, you know. You don’t even have to say anything, he’ll know it’s okay.

If you ever save one of those withered flowers - exactly the one he’s burned with his flame (and it smells like ashes to this day) or that angry written note with pen almost ripping paper, Xanxus will stop just for a moment - so quick, you won’t notice. He has always thought his heart to be frozen, but this time as if he heard a little crack. You manage to lose the most expensive jewelries he gets you, but you save that bullshit like your life depends on it, huh?

He tells you to throw this garbage away. You don’t.

• Xanxus finds you hilarious with your attitude though. The “she comes out in a dress so pretty and expensive, he falls in love even deeper” doesn’t happen. You walk out in a suit and your button shirt opened enough to see you boobs (which is dangerous around this horndog) and then you ask him to visit that pub near cause mafia black-tie events appear to be way too boring. You have probably fucked before running away to that pub

• Fun fact, Xanxus loves playing pool. A lot. No problem if you can’t, he’ll just stare at your ass to distract himself from your shameful attempts.

• Oh boy, will he appreciate you taking interest in his hobbies. Instant cupid arrow through his heart when you ask him to teach you how to shoot just like him.

• Kinda a curse and kinda on you - from now on Xanxus devour your life from you until you learn how to shoot GOOD. And he had high standards. At some point you will hate guns with passion

• He won’t be interested in any of your hobbies in return lol your loss deal with it. But if you are serious about something, he’ll gladly throw money in you he loves throwing things

• GOD WILL SAVE YOU if you accidentally appear to have a flame. Especially strong one (sky??? Even worse if it’s like Xanxus sky+smth??). Because he will devour the whole life from you to make you cool. He will show off you everywhere and everywhere. “Hey you see that one? This thing is mine btw”, so at least he will be proud….

• No romance in this relationship, your conversations sound like “Bitch I swear I’ll kill your family”, “NOT IF I KILL YOUR FIRST”

• Don’t get me wrong but…he thinks about children? Once in a blue moon. At those moments standing at the balcony at 4 am not even drunk thinking about wild shit. Would his life be ok if he never met Nono? That stuff.

• He wonders if his child gonna have your eyes, just like he has his mothers and thinks about it every time he looks in the mirror.

• Xanxus mostly thinks about it in a mocking way - he wants to be that cool badass dad everyone gonna be jealous of. He will teach his son (of course he wants a son) how to shoot his gun, he will laugh the first time this little shit comes home drunk.

• Xanxus has seen a lot. Also he has seen someone’s family being killed. Xanxus is not honest even with himself but he honest with one thing - it will break him. And it will break you first of all

• What if he himself dies? That’s a better option, sure (don’t get me wrong, he wants to die in a badass gunfight), but won’t his life repeat again in his son? He knows there will be people to watch after you both, even you yourself are badass enough (that’s why he dates you), but he doesn’t trust anyone with your life.

So no kids. But sometimes a man can dream, huh?

• My man is not jealous contrary to famous opinion. He likes to see anyone try to even approach you, unironically will find that hilarious. He is a bad influence and encourages you to act like a child - throw a tantrum, throw a drink at a poor fool, tell him you already belong to the bestest hottest man, and he will laugh out loud

• Wear his clothes. He will throw you out the window if you mention, but he starts buying too much clothing that he doesn’t wear. As if he does it for someone else, huh?

• You can hate varia members with passion but they without a joke are going to treat you with respect. You have THE character to keep in touch with their boss, that’s already a sign

• You’re so far gone you’ve probably once was so mad with Xanxus you tried to shoot him with his own gun. Probably ended with a sex marathon. Not that your tiny figure gonna be a threat to this big bear but hey, at least that’s hot

• Xanxus probably has a sweet tooth to this day. His mother could never afford candies, and Xanxus - being even a grown adult - sometimes acts as if he wants all the chocolate of the world.

He will shoot anyone who sees him devouring chocolates. You usually say it’s you when someone notices a pile of wrappers

• I’m talking from a big experience now: childhood in poverty is a trauma for Xanxus to this day and he tends to spend money on dumb impulsive shit. Please don’t encourage him, he’s already insufferable and Squalo has enough of a headache with his boss spending all the money. You appearing didn’t help actually

• One day you just gotta say your man that you don’t need expensive gifts or don’t like flowers, otherwise all the flowers of the world would go extinct. Like varia budget

• That’s his love language, he can’t show appreciation otherwise, don’t blame him?

Though with time he starts warming up to quality time together. He really enjoys your time at a shooting range, especially if you stars gossiping about Varia. At some point he even gonna start commenting your points. Hells, he even likes you just silently sitting in his office while he works

• A chair or a couch in his office, and everyone knows that’s where you’re usually are. Bonus point if there is your stuff all around

• Xanxus is a pig actually and makes a mess 24/7 (thank god he has maids) and it doesn’t bother him, but he will turn into a whiny baby if he ever stumbles in one of your things. Will burn it or throw out a window and have zero guilt about it.

• Has never had a nickname, so will be confused af the first time you call him Xus. Did you insult him? No? YES????

• Likes when you call him nicknames in public, has zero shame. Yes, he has a cool partner, losers. But like….badass ones, he has an image to uphold

• you wearing his feathers you wearing his feathers you wearing his feathers……….

•Xanxus has actually…never had a home. He can buy dozens of the biggest mansions a man can imagine, but that still isn’t home. Living with Nono was hell on Earth in his eyes and his mother he just doesn’t remember anymore after all those years. So the first time he hears your “Ugh, can we go home now?”, he looks at you with the most disgusted face he can make. You think you’ve done something wrong - you don’t see him till late night, when he comes utterly drunk (which means just a little more drunk than usual). But he just flops on a bed to you. “Shut up and go to sleep”. You obviously never get to actual conversation about this but everyone can notice Xanxus hurries back to you (he thinks he’s so subtle about it but this brute is not subtle about anything). He wants to go home.

• Maybe even seeing you around Varia headquarters at some point where you became comfortable around his guardians made something click in him.

Everything is its place. You’ve been the missing part of the puzzle

• It will take long years until someone notices how much their boss changed. Even throw an occasional smile.

• My man has never experienced love JUST LOVE HIM

[gaysgrave]

Cowboy Squalo

Bonus art below ✨

Squalo definitely likes so lean with his arm around Xanxus

Their outfits

Also link to Cowboy Xanxus

[jjellysoo]

More XS headcanons that no one asked for!!

This is pretty much filler as I work on fics and more serious things, but also I just like talking about these two and will take the excuse lol!

One of Squalo's canonical "likes" is falling asleep again after waking up. This becomes a problem because Xanxus is very warm and a chronic sleepy-pilled snoozemaxxer that will drag Squalo back to bed when he tries to get up in the morning.

No matter the timeline, Xanxus has to make the first move. Squalo (rightfully) will always assume it's unrequited unless he's hit in the head over and over again with a cast iron skillet.

They like to drink together after a long day. Sometimes Squalo will rant about stupid people (read: the Varia officers, the Vongola guardians, Dino) but more often than not it's just comfortable silence or light banter that definitely doesn't run the risk of turning into anything else.

Squalo loves to watch Xanxus fight seriously, however rare it is. He could get high off the thrill of it. It is the single most attractive thing Xanxus can do.

Sometimes women come to Squalo to ask if his Boss is single. He thinks it's kind of funny and not worth stressing over if they can't even ask Xanxus himself.

In contrast, if Squalo gets hit on, the innocent person who tries will get put off by a murderous aura burning holes into their back. Who knows where that's coming from?

Xanxus has a hard time with affection and it takes a lot for him to not dispell it with insults and/or by disengaging. Squalo has his work cut out for him lol

Dear new Varia recuits - if it is past 11pm and you see Captain Squalo go into your Boss' office and not come out, use your Varia Quality survival skills and do not enter!

If Xanxus is 100% certain that Squalo is asleep, he'll listen to his heartbeat. Blah blah blah 398 you already know how we roll around here

The day Levi found out about their relationship he cried tears - not because he's homophobic (he is) but because it is his NIGHTMARE scenario. He respects Xanxus too much to verbally question his decision but this is world-ending news for him.

On the other hand, Lussuria knew all along and was waiting for it to happen, rooting for them since day one. Squalo, prepare for the most invasive, offensive questions you will ever be asked.

I love all interpretations of XS - if you disagree with any of this, that's awesome! I love hearing about new angles that I hadn't thought of before :D

If anyone wants NSFW headcanons let me know <3

[rebornologist]

Hi! I read your KHR works on your tumblr and it’s so good !! Can I have a request for Xanxus and Squalo (separately) nsfw headcanon — if their s/o want to help them relax (in sex) and initiate??

It’s alright if you’re not comfortable for writing this tho. Please take your time and have a good day!!

warnings: mentions of sex and feat. established relationships, but nothing really that graphic or alarming (surprisingly, but these are just some headcanons so ig it checks)

♡ For Squalo, chances are that his S/O is the person who initiates more often than him. The reason that he isn’t the one propositioning is because he’s often tired after a long day at work and sex isn’t the number one thing on his mind. That can be changed, quite easily, might I add. I’ve said before that his ego is huge and it takes just a little stroking before he’s absolutely wrapped around your finger and letting you stroke something else of his.

He’s open to his partner taking the lead, and especially loves a good soak in the bath with them that turns a little more slippery. It’s not something that happens every time they bathe together, but he knows when his partner has that in mind for them when they join him with a knowing smirk and a certain look in their eyes.

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♡ With Xanxus, it can go either way. If he’s in a bad mood, it’s more difficult to change his mind and suggest that he expel his anger with some action (I fear you would not want to bear the brunt of his annoyance, anyway). But in the case that he’s in a good mood, he’s even easier to charm into the bedroom.. or on top of his office table… or under the luxury waterfall shower… or… you get the picture.

Xanxus would have to be in a very good mood to let his partner take the lead in any way. You know the quote, “everything is about sex, but sex is about power”? That’s what comes to mind with him. He’s adamant about liking sex his way, and doesn’t have the curiosity or patience to put up with exploring too much outside of his comfort zone. On the flip side, he’s not difficult to please… kind of. I think his partner would just have to have quite a bit of stamina, because that guy fucks… He’s quite animalistic, almost shameless in his approach and always ends up in situations that are very heated.. and messy… and noisy.

He would greatly appreciate an invitation from his partner for him to lie back and let them ride him, granted he still is given free reign to grip them roughly by the hips or grope their ass and run his thick fingers up the column of their throat and around to the back of their neck, controlling the pace from under them. Even if you did intend to do most of the work, there’s not a lot of control that he is willing to give up. Regardless, he appreciates the gesture and begins to expect it from time to time, since it reassures him of your interest in him. He’s a confident and powerful man, but there’s a deep-seated insecurity that he’s slowly been tending to and healing from via the respect and loyalty of the people who stick by him.

accidentally forgor to insert a cut.. oops

[kinbari14]

Anya is ready for battle

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

For Xanxus x Squalo/XS Fans

So I'm writing a fic where Xanxus and Squalo both die, but wake up back in the past. Both never having really confessed to the other and now so used to life with the Varia rather than the lives they have as tweens/young teens decide to basically fast forward the events of their lives. Neither one knows that the other remembers their last life as well and it's going to be pretty headcanon heavy.

But I'm struggling with the first chapter. Under cut I'm going to post the first few paragraphs and I'd love some feedback if anyone is willing.

TW for main character death.

A fight to the death was an honorable way for any assassin, especially a swordsman, to go. Yet Squalo can’t find himself happy about his current situation. He wants to get up and keep fighting, but no part of his body is responding. There’s a dull buzzing in his ears and he can hear the faded yells of his teammates. Maybe they were taunting him with the fact he wasn’t Varia Quality anymore or maybe they were nagging him for getting so hurt yet again or… The worst possibility was the idea they could be begging him to stay with them, crying out in a futile attempt to save his life. He feels unpleasantly chill even when his blurry eyes can vaguely make out Lussuria’s sun flames being pressed against his bleeding wound. Though, through the fading in and out, he can feel a familiar grip on his hair. Xanxus wasn’t yanking it, more holding as much of the Rain flame’s silvery hair in his grasp as he could. The usually loud swordsman wants to laugh, but all that falls from his lips are mostly pathetic puffs of air. The dark haired Sky presses the hair against his face, much like a child hiding behind their security blanket when trying to avoid a cruel reality life is throwing at them. 

Was his boss crying? Was Xanxus really so upset he’s leaving him? At the very least, he can yell loudly with pride in hell that he never failed his promise to his Sky. Even if eternal damnation and torture awaits him the moment he’s finally gone from this life, he can bear it all since in a way, he kept his vow to the man he loves so dear… Squalo’s eyes close slowly as he accepts his fate, vaguely hearing Xanxus’ voice yelling at him though it sounds like the man is trying to yell through water or thick jello. 

“Don’t you go…!...Shitty Shark…!...”

The rest of the dark haired man’s words were unintelligible to him now in this state. Now Squalo simply waits for whatever afterlife awaits him. Being a born and raised Italian, he expects some form of Christianity hell for someone like him. Yet… There’s nothing.

Well, not exactly nothing. He feels warm again, like he’s laying in some luxurious bed. He knows damn well the Varia has never had enough money to blow on fancy sheets and blankets and memory foam filled mattresses. Not to mention the Rain flame is also pretty damn sure there’s no way his team could’ve revived him unless they let him become some Vindice like zombie.

“Hey, get up, lei!”

A grating, young girl's voice yells at him. He was painfully familiar with the owner of said voice, his shitty little sister Delfino. Last he’d talked to her, she was the Cavallone Famiglia’s Rain Guardian and she didn’t sound so child-like. The swordsman opens his blue-grey eyes slowly and looks around. The room he was in was his childhood bedroom… For a moment he’d assume he’s some weird heaven until he makes eye contact with his sister.

“The fuck to do you want, voi?!”

Squalo snaps at her, making Delfino gasp and flinch a little.

“Lei!! Fine if you want to be late for school I don’t care!!”

School?! He’s a grown man-... Squalo quickly gets up and looks at himself in the mirror, horror dawning on him as he finds his 12 year old self staring back at him. So that makes Delfino only 10 which explains her sounding and looking so young… This also explains the school comment. 

[bloodyspade0000]

Dum Spiro, Spero Part 1– The start of it all

Summary: When I breath, I hope...

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After being killed by his father, Haizaki gets regenerated into a strange new world where his father didn't exist and where he had to learn to use the new powers that had been bestowed upon him—flames that flickered and spewed underneath his skin and glowed purple whenever he let them out—and had to adapt to a new beginning with his previous memories still intact.

A/N: I posted this on ao3 but I decided it be great to post this here as well. So enjoy :3

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After the winter cup, Haizaki's father forced Haizaki into the yakuza as punishment for his delinquency and used Haizaki as a pawn to do his dirty work so he didn't need to stain his own hands. 

He had no qualms about exploiting his son, whether it meant gaining more power, keeping people in line, or getting rid of those who defied him. 

And…

It had gone on for years.

Until…

Haizaki's father no longer found him useful and killed him. 

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Haizaki was reborn into a strange new world where his father didn't exist and where he had to learn to use the new powers that had been bestowed upon him—flames that flickered and spewed underneath his skin and glowed purple whenever he let them out—and had to adapt to a new beginning with his previous memories still intact while adjusting to growing up again. 

In this world, the criminal underworld was ruled by a mafia Famiglia called Vongola that had influence worldwide, and Haizaki had been generously picked off the streets by Vongola Nono's cloud guardian, Visconti, who raised Haizaki as his own and trained Haizaki to utilize his cloud flames while teaching Haizaki Italian. And once Haizaki was old enough, Visconti enrolled him into mafia school. 

Haizaki was a quick learner and picked up everything faster than one normally would, as he trained his hardest. 

His goal in this world was to live the normal, peaceful life he had so desperately wanted in his world, which his father had ruined.

But…

Haizaki found that would be impossible in this world, too, when his eyes met the blazing red ones belonging to Xanxus—Timoteo's youngest son and Varia's ruthless leader—at a party, and Haizaki found himself instantly drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame. 

Xanxus was a powerful sky, and Haizaki was memorized by that power. 

He craved it. He carved Xanxus. 

Haizaki wanted—needed Xanxus as his sky. It ached and scorched his insides, blazing through him like an inferno. 

So, he sought out Xanxus. 

Because…

No matter what world it was, Haizaki always took what he wanted. 

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Teeth scarped and nipped at his skin, leaving behind marks of sizzling desire that set his heart ablaze as wrath flames tangled and sank into the cloud flames. He had awoken at rebirth and mastered it.

Rough, calloused hands gripped Haizaki's hips, and Haizaki felt the familiar stretch and burn of being penetrated by a cock.

He hadn't felt it in a long time and had ached for it.

He had ached for the sensation of being filled that had kept him grounded in his world and kept him sane under his father's scrutiny and control.

Heat curled down Haizaki's spine as moans escaped his quivering lips, igniting their shared pleasure as a bond clicked into place.

They both knew what it meant. They were tied together now—bounded by a bond that would never break.

And...

It was terrifying to be owned by another person. Especially one Haizaki had only heard of through rumours whispered and spread and someone he had just met. (Though Haizaki knew it was the same for Xanxus.)

However, Haizaki didn't dwell on it any further. He was more focused on being claimed by a raging beast as he was thrust into it ruthlessly, forcing more moans out of him that mixed with the sounds of Xanxus'.

The last thought Haizaki had before being completely swept away was that he was glad he now lived in a world where he didn't have to deal with his father.

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"Your name, scum," Xanxus spoke as he lay on Haizaki's chest. He was both satisfied and sated with how things turned out.

Xanxus now had a full set and a powerful cloud on his side.

This changed things…

"Haizaki Shougo," Haizaki responded, his lips twitching upwards into a smug smirk. "I'm sure, ya must've heard of me."

"I have, trash," Xanxus told him, glancing at Haizaki with amusement flickering in his eyes. "You're the stray Visconti took in."

"Yeah." Haizaki flipped Xanxus over onto his back and crawled on top of him.

Xanxus pulled Haizaki down with an arm and devoured his lips like he had done at the start of this.

Xanxus moaned against Haizaki's lips as Haizaki sank onto his cock, and his grip on Haizaki's hips returned.

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This was only the beginning…

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Read the rest on ao3

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My ask box is always open for requests or fanon discussions!

[what-the-fuck-khr]

recent artwork said get these men in the fucking KITCHEN

[trickster-kat]

Being a first year UA student with a hidden family ties to the mafia.

Like being Xanxus' younger half sibling and growing up with the Varia.

All the crazy shenanigans and other Varia bullshit while never being an official member.

Being quirkless but having cloud, mist, and storm flames and using them as your quirk.

Wanting to genuinely make friends but not realizing that you give off bat-shit crazy vibes because that's your normal.

Being a total badass during the USJ incident since the Varia is quality and they wouldn't let you be untrained.

Being multilingual because, again, Varia quality, and when you're angry, you start muttering and/or cursing in multiple languages without realizing it.

Due to your skill level, you attract the attention of Bakugo (though he doesn't show it), Kirishima (calls you manly), Midoriya (analyzes your 'quirk'), even Todoroki.

You also unintentionally draw the attention of the villains and the teachers.

Maybe I'll add more later...

[hehedraws]

hi who's up for xs angst

(song is "still beating" by mac demarco and also this is based on a fic i wrote)

[who1ssheesh]

With every touch

Hot take: in contrary to a popular opinion, people do consider xanxus' scars ugly. not you though - with every touch you heal a broken man.

just a rambling about his scars without a plot idk

Warnings: kinda short but i put my soul in it; huge UNAPOLOGETIC OOC, i wanna see my man happy at least once; 100% wrong grammar, english is not my native; no beta we die like tyl tsuna

Note: they always portrait xanxus' scars as something hot, but there is probably a reason he doesn't like'em, huh? In short, not-so-popular opinion that people tend to be terrified of a huge man with ugly scars

Oh, that man...My battered, cruel man.

At first Xanxus was furious to even look at himself in the mirror. Every of them probably was shattered and he felt so too. Windows curtained, lights off - he avoided any possibility of seeing himself until Superbia had to beat some sense into his boss.

His father left him tainted, how could he? Always reminded being number two, number two, a nuisance, a mistake. A reminder of a ruined life that he can never fix.

Not only that, Xanxus started noticing that people...didn't like them, to say the least. Xanxus being Xanxus, he at some point likes it (coping? question mark?) since he enjoys to be feared and respected, you can't take that away from him, but he was still young and impressionable when he got them.

Like what, he got frozen at 16 and got rescued still having the same mentality? He was...not a child but not an adult either.

Civilians tend to side eye him. You don't have to be smart to know such scars are not an accident and he is not some fucking florist, y'know what I mean? It is a branding of a life he lives and the one that will kill him one day.

His whole body - and in every way too fucking visible place - deformed with the thick layer, it feels as if his skin was melting at some point. It's rough, harsh and bumpy to the touch but Xanxus couldn't give more shit since he can't even feel those.

He doesn't like to touch his face and not feel anything, cause scars are so fucking deep

And it is an ironic cycle - Xanxus gets angry at those scars, and they get bigger, and he gets even angrier-

He hates his father so much.

Oh yeah, for some reason we all consider Xanxus as a womanizer but hear me out he is very selective because he is proud to an unhealthy manner

He would fuck some annoying lesser boss' wife to humiliate him, fight me on this take

Probably tried to have several sugar babies and random one night stands

Tried

None of them mentioned it out loud but he could notice their...disgust? Xanxus would light like a match instantly - he is fucking Xanxus, how dare they?

how dare they remind him what a mistake he is?

Xanxus gets black-out drunk while cleaning his weapon way too much and considers this his life. Who needs feelings and others anyway?

His past shape him, so he will live at least out of spite. Every scar reminds him of why he was hated by a man he thought as a father - too furious, too dangerous, too ambitious.

So be it.

But then there is you...

Xanxus likes your cheeks. You could never tell that though, since he is very distant, but they are so...soft. Untouched. He will touch them rarely, covering with "you pig got some dirt on your face"

He will get furious if anyone dares to leave even the smallest scar on your body. And we're not talking about just angry but "blind rage" angry. He won't let you live through mafia experience the way he did. It can be even "ouch, he scratched me while trying to capture" - he doesn't care. Even this slight scar still has a memory of your capture left on you body

He knows you're strong even if you have never held a gun in your hand - that's why you're his in the first place. But man has some unresolved issues, m-kay?

But his hickeys and marks are okay. That little-little hypocrite.

They were left meaning his deepest emotions though, right?

The touch moment happens - surprise - not during sex. It's a random kiss in the cheek. It's when you cling to his arm as if it doesn't look like fresh from the meat grinder.

You touch his skin so softly as if this man is not forged through pain and blood

They say severe scar skin is so thick it cannot feel anything - and so thought Xanxus about himself - anymore, but why does he feel like he is burning every time you do that?

With every touch Xanxus melts

His past shapes him, he says. But doesn't define him, you add.

Every scar shows strength and is a reminder of how strong your man is. He is still here and - very gladly - keeps fighting (even when he shouldn't)

With every touch Xanxus melts until one day this huge man bends down to put his head on your shoulder, his scarred cheek touching yours.

He hugs you. And you kiss this very cheek, finding peace in his warmth and bitter - but oh so dear smell - of alcohol and gunpowder

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TYL!Xanxus x Female!Varia!Reader: Cards

Summary: It’s always a good day when you get what you want and Squalo doesn’t.

Rating/Tags: M (Overt sexual references; foul language; set during canon; Xanxus & Squalo & Lussuria & Fran & Levi & Belphegor & Reader; past Belphegor & Mammon; referenced Belphegor & Rasiel; referenced Xanxus & Rasiel; poker; reference to strip poker; non-Guardian!Reader; heavy exposition; possessiveness) 

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Cards

There was a little something known as “Varia Quality” within the mafia–and sometimes without it, too. The greatest of assassins could only dream of being invited to join the group, even if just for consideration, and even if only as an underling. Give the Varia a murderous objective, and they worked together like a well-oiled machine…for about as long as it took to start murdering. Once that singular objective was taken care of, they appeared to devolve into a team of squalling infants. Never had you seen this so obviously as the night after the Millifiore battle.

A clear and cloudless night sky hung over the ruins of the mansion. Most of the damage had taken place during the course of Xanxus’s fight with the Varia's resident prince’s insane brother earlier that evening, but plenty more had been added by personal scuffles in the time since. Much of these scuffles remained ongoing. The boss had demanded your presence, and no sooner had you set foot in the living room claimed by the captains than did you find yourself in the midst of an active war zone.

To say you were surprised would be a lie. You might have been a practiced lair, but to do so just then would have been more of a hindrance than a help. Fran was being his usual idiot self; Bel had retaliated by turning him and the mantle into pincushions; Squalo was screaming at them to stop; and Lussuria was fussing over Xanxus, who looked fit to murder every single one of the others. The only member intelligent enough to shut the hell up was Levi, who did so out of no actual intelligence, but rather because he was still too much in awe from Xanxus’s earlier battle to speak.

So like any sane person, you suggested they play a game to pass the time until the message came in from Japan. Since you happened to have a pack of cards on you (it got boring, hanging out with the rest of the plebs), you figured that was that. You and Xanxus could have some quality time in one of the un-destroyed bedrooms while the children entertained themselves. 

No such luck. Apparently Squalo didn’t think you two ought to be busy when the orders from the Tenth finally arrived. Several wine bottles broken over Squalo’s head later, Xanxus joined the game himself. Meanwhile, you settled into the all-important task of lounging around in Xanxus’s lap, seeing as that was the closest you were going to get to his dick until Squalo got the one out of his own rear end. 

Now, this might have appeared at first glance to be nothing more than you capitalizing on the opportunity to spy on the Varia’s captains while scoring some much needed physical contact time with Xanxus–and it definitely was. But your doing so also provided some incentive for him to not throw the entire table across the room when he started getting pissy, not that your presence always stopped him from doing so. Still, you could at least pretend you were being useful.

“Oh, isn’t this just wonderful?” Lussuria said. “I can’t remember the last time we all had a family game night together like this!”

“That’s probably because you’re all sore losers,” you said.

Squalo glared at you from across the sword-scratched table. “Oi, bitch. What are you still doing here?”

You smiled your brightest, most annoying smile. “Xanxus told me to come. Isn’t that right, Xanxus?”

Xanxus grunted, then threw down a card. This was answer enough for Squalo to return, scowling, to poker. This was also answer enough to get Levi to shoot you a look of purest venom over his hand. 

Your grin grew larger still as you waved at him from your perch. You were long used to Levi’s sullen behavior toward you. After all, you had won Xanxus’ affections where he had not. Unfortunately, you bragging was short lived; you felt Xanxus shift impatiently underneath you, and you quickly returned to caressing his jaw. Maybe “affection” wasn't quite the right word.

“Bel, quit stalling. It’s your turn,” Lussuria said.

Xanxus growled.

If he really decided to throw the table, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw you along with it. What Xanxus felt for you wasn’t love, of that you were absolutely sure. You’d be kidding yourself if you said you loved him, too. He was temperamental, violent, and downright demanding. He was also pretty damn good in the sack, and handsome and powerful to boot. There was also the slimmest chance that he’d be Vongola XI someday, and then he’d need heirs–preferably legitimate ones. Sour looks from Levi and being dragged (sometimes literally) out of bed whenever Xanxus decided he needed a woman seemed a small price to pay for all that.

This card game affair was pretty tedious, though. You wondered if you could push Xanxus far enough that he’d ignore Squalo and take you somewhere more private. Surely Xanxus was rife with sexual frustration after dealing with Bel’s irritating brother all day. Typically Bel himself was enough to accomplish that much.

“Play, trash!” Xanxus barked.

Bel grinned and slapped his cards onto the table. “It’s no fun playing without Mammon. No stakes.”

“No being completely bankrupt after the first round either,” Levi said over his turn. “This is much safer.”

“Mah, I agree with Bel. If I’d know things would be this boring, I would’ve stayed home for this mission,” Fran said dully.

“You would not, because this is your goddamn job!” Squalo shouted.

“Wouldn’t’ve been able to sleep anyway. I could hear Captain Squalo’s yammering from that far away. I’d still have a headache.”

“Voi! What was that, brat? Want to say that again?”

“Boys, boys, stop fighting! What would your father think?” Lussuria crooned.

You could hardly suppress a smirk at Xanxus’s knuckles going pale around his cards. Just a little further…

“I have an idea,” you announced.

The room fell silent save for an owl hooting in one of the exposed branches far above your heads. Then:

“Your first idea sucks as it is,” Fran said. “I don’t think we need any more of [Name]’s suggestions.”

“For once, he’s right. Get the hell out of here, woman. Don’t you have work to do?” Squalo asked.

Xanxus’s grip on you turned to iron, a sure sign that if you so much as tried to listen to Squalo and leave, you would regret it. Luckily, you had no intention of leaving when things were finally getting a little interesting. Ignoring their rejection, you plowed right on:

“You said you wanted stakes, right? How about a game of strip poker?”

More silence.

“Strip…poker?” a red-faced Levi echoed at last.

“I don’t mind the idea,” said Lussuria.

“Voi! Why the hell are you still listening to her? Who wants to see you morons naked anyway?”

“If I lose enough, I could finally take off this stupid frog hat Bel makes me wear,” Fran mused.

“Not on your life, Froggy. Take it off, and I’ll kill you,” said Bel.

“Mah, so Bel will let me win just to keep an ugly hat on? Sounds like he’s pretty desperate to show off for Captain Lussuria.”

“You think so? Better play well. For you, a game of strip poker is life or death.” Bel’s usual Cheshire grin vanished only to return a mere split-second later wider than ever before. “Shishishi. The prince knows what [Name] is up to.”

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, you do, do you? Enlighten me.'

“Of course. Because he’s a genius, he knows [Name] only suggested strip poker because she’ll get to see all of us naked, but no way will the boss let us see her naked. Buuuut…” he slipped a knife out of seemingly nowhere, “I could still cut her clothes off and give the rest of us a show.”

Wrong answer-but it did the trick. The table exploded in a flurry of cards, chips, and sawdust. This time, though, you were not tossed in with the broken furniture. Instead, Xanxus threw you over his shoulder as he leveled one gun at Bel’s fat blond head.

“Handle the Vongola message yourself, scum,” Xanxus growled.

You flashed yet another smile, waving as Xanxus turned to carry you up the demolished stairs. The looks on Bel and Squalo’s faces boded ill for you–but they turned on each other before they could even think of trying to prevent you from leaving with the boss.

“You just got me more work, you goddamn idiot prince!”

They were brawling again, with Fran and Lussuria egging them on. But who cared? Certainly not you. The captains could argue among themselves as much as they wanted, so long as you got what you wanted. You always did, in the end...even on nights when there weren’t any outsiders left to murder.