#tyl!xanxus

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.

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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.

          @sahlokzii I hope this is somewhat in the ball park of what you wanted! I like to think that Squalo and Xanxus both calmed down a lot after ten years and only get really worked up during battle. And like I was so excited about this request because kick ass women are the BOMB.

      Squalo stared at the woman who was walking right alongside Lussuria. The idiot looked like a peacock beside her; obviously dressed down since he was in between missions. Not that it mattered. Even in his uniform Lussuria looked the fool.

               Either way, he guided the woman through the main hall; right below where Squalo was lounging in the second story sitting area. Bel chuckled beside him, glancing over the railing as well as he looked at the newcomer. “And who might that be?” The blonde asked, the smile widening as she looked around with big clear eyes. Lussuria was pointing here and there, obviously showing her the ropes and the mansion before they both moved through that area and into a side hallways that Squalo and Bel both knew led to the kitchen. Fran walked over. His voice was as quiet and monotone as ever as he just caught the tail end of the two.

               “She is pretty.” And it wasn’t as though Fran was wrong. She had her hair down, not done up; but it did not really need to be done up to look good. She was dressed in a sharp suit and wore shoes that Squalo could only describe as ‘sex on heels’. They were red stilettos and came to sharp points, only accentuating her beautiful legs. Well, legs that were so beautiful they could all tell even with them covered in suit fabric.

               The thing is though, Squalo knew exactly who she was. And it was his decision on hiring her as a secretary. Over the years, Squalo had mellowed out quite a bit. All of them had actually. Therefore, Squalo had no problem admitting they all fucking royally sucked at any sort of paperwork. They were combatants, the best in the business; not paper pushers. That’s what prompted her hiring.

               It would just be incredibly interesting to see how everything went over. Of course Squalo had run it by Xanxus multiple times and Xanxus, multiple times, gave grunts of agreement.

               Not that it meant the man would remember. Xanxus was notorious for forgetting things he did not deem supremely important. An assistant kind of secretary would be one of those things Xanxus forgot. At least he wouldn’t kill her like he did many others they had in the past; whether that be lower members of the Varia or Vongola. He tended to be gentler with women, especially as the years elapsed. Not that he ever had a taste for hurting females. It just so happened he got much better treating women over the years as well.

 ~’~

                 “Darling!” She blinked, looking up at the sing song voice that called out to her. It was Lussuria, not that much of a shock. Lussuria was the only person that would really talk to her out of all the Varia. Levi completely avoided her like she had some sort of deadly disease. Bel would come by every once and a while; Fran tagging along behind him like a lost puppy, or a puppy that was plotting something. Squalo would occasionally drop in to make sure she was not fucking up their finances, but aside from that she never saw him.

               The worse offender though, the one that she perhaps had only ever met once and seen once, was Xanxus himself. The man was like a mirage. Sometimes she wondered if he even existed; if only she had not seen him a couple of other times before she even took this job. Though it wasn’t like she minded all that much. He had calmed over the years but his pissy moods could really put a downer on her day.

               Luckily he had not shown up that day. Only Fran and Bel were sitting in her personal office when Lussuria walked in shining like he always did. “What can I do for you Luss?” She asked, putting a smile on her face as she turned away from the computer. Lussuria flipped his hair before placing a coffee cup on her desk. It was one of the to go ones; obviously from a local café and all she could do was smile. “Now I wonder why I like you the best. Someone is brown nosing me.” Though she took the latte none the less; all the while Bel sniggered from the couch. “Though I am seriously wondering as to what it is you want. You only butter me up with lattes when something is on the line.” She said, completely out of her work mojo no. The Italian summers were hot so she pulled out her hand fan and snapped it open, waving the thing in front of her face to cool down her sweating skin. She even wore less clothing that day; though of course still made it appropriate. In a sweet lacy top and a pencil skirt with another pair of killer kitten heels; she looked rocking. But that was because she had expensive taste that only the Varia could match.

               “You wound me,” Lussuria waxed dramatically, placing the back of his hand on his forehead to really play it up. “I can’t just spoil my favorite girl?” She rolled her eyes but enjoyed his happiness none the less.

 ~’~

                 This late in the day on a summer afternoon, Xanxus could feel himself growing sleepy. Of course he had been napping all day when he was not on a mission; but that did not mean he could be tired still. He was growing older, as horrible as that sounded. He could never tell Decimo. That brat would never let him hear the end of it, even if Sawada was growing older himself.

               The question of age actually had Xanxus thinking. He stared out the window behind his desk, watching the sun grow lower and lower in the sky.

               He never would have kids. Xanxus came to grips with that when he was much younger; like when he was fighting to be the tenth boss. That idea flew out of his mind right when he realized he had lost to Sawada Tsunayoshi. There was no need to birth an heir.

               Yet as sappy as it sounded, he could see himself taking a wife. Xanxus was still a hot blooded heterosexual male. He liked having a woman with him. Whether that meant in his bed or on his arm at a gala, it did not matter.

               Perhaps the biggest problem with it all though, was that Xanxus really despise d a majority of women. So many of them were too soft, too fragile. They were needy and not a good way. Most women were so easy to offend and had such thin patience, Xanxus would be kicking them out of his life long before they fell into bed together. Yet something had changed recently; or at least changed from what he could tell.

               ______. Squalo had hired her recently. While he had not spoken much to her, she was bareable to be around and that was HUGE for Xanxus. He did not feel like shooting himself then shooting everyone else when he spoke with her.

               “Speaking of.” Xanxus muttered under his breath when the light sound of knocking entered his office. He made a grunt of affirmation and the door cracked open. She walked in, looking quite stunning in her heels and short pencil skirt. She had her purse thrown over her shoulder; a surprisingly ratty thing considering the expense she went to for the rest of her outfit. None the less, it did not detract from the rest of her look.

               “It is about time for me to head out for the day. I just wanted to drop of my findings before I left. Would you like me to top of your drink?” And she filled his glass. Damn what a woman. Xanxus handed the tumbler over to her as she placed the folders of paper down on the desk. Turning, _____ headed back over to the dry bar and grabbed his favorite whiskey without prompting. Xanxus shifted, staring at her ass as she poured the drink. It looked impeccable in that skirt.

               “I hope that your day was relaxing. Work was quick.” She started, making small talk that did not require him to talk. “Though I can understand why Bel wants to kill Fran all the time. That boy makes me want to snap his neck half the time.” She laughed at her own extremely dry joke. This was a side she did not show to many. _____ turned and started back towards his desk. She looked tired, but no less beautiful. There was a moment of silence where he simply drank while she stared at the desk, her eyes narrowing. He blinked and watched her as her head whipped up.

               The next few seconds went by like they were in slow motion. Xanxus was no slouch. He was one of the best fighters in the Vongola, and that was saying quite a bit considering how powerful the family was. None the less if he was extremely relaxed, someone could pull the wool over his eyes. It just so happened that he did not feel tense around her, so someone could do exactly that.

               Her hand reached into the exact ratty bag Xanxus noted when she walked in. Out she pulled a Beretta M9A1. More often than not, women made that pistol look giant considering its size; but it looked perfect in her hands as she aimed it right behind him. The few shots she fired off were quick and rapid in succession. When it was all said and done, Xanxus glanced over his shoulder and spotted the assassin she had just taken out without even blinking. When he looked back at her face, her head was tilted to the side.

               “Damn. I got blood on your curtains. I apologize.” She muttered and walked around his desk. As she started to take down the greyish green fabric from the window, Squalo and Lussuria both busted through the door, weapons at the ready. Xanxus was watching her work but glanced at them out of the corner of his eye.

               “What the fuck is happening? We heard gun shots.”

               “That was me. Im sorry. But he would have killed Xanxus.”

               “And why the hell did you have a gun?” Squalo was confused as well it seemed. Not that Xanxus minded be confused. There was something to supremely sexy about watching her kill that would be assassin.

               And it just got hotter as she shrugged her shoulders, standing as she toed at the dead body in her sexy as hell heels. “It seems as though the gig is up.” That had Xanxus’s sexually fantasys halting. “Tsuna asked me to come and just check up on ya’ll.” Her accent changed as well. While she was still speaking Italain, it was glaringly obvious that she was-.

               “You’re American?” Lussuria was shocked as well. She did a good job at hiding it. She could easily pass for a natural born Italian.

               “Yes. I’m taking a couple of years of vacation from my family. My second in command is heading the family. I’m actually an ally of the Dino who happens to of course be an ally of Tsuna’s.”

               “You are the head of your own family? What the fuck?” Squalo shouted and she rubbed her temple. Xanxus could feel himself relating. Why was this such a huge problem?

               Damn.

               He was really falling for her. If somebody did this not two years ago; “spying” and checking up on him and the Varia for Sawada, he would have cut their throat. Now he couldn’t help but admire her talent at keeping it hidden.

               She shrugged. “Yeah?” The pistol was still in her hand as she moved her shoulders up and down. Squalo and Lussuria looked speechless but she just laughed and winked at Xanxus, turning and walking towards her bag. “I’ll get a cleanup crew up here.”

I tried.

I know it’s already October 11th, but I couldn’t resist to do a little cosplay trial of my angry husband because it’s his day. Happy Birthday, my dear fellow libra, Xanxus! I did a Fem!Tyl version cause it’s the nearest to my own age (useless fact about me: It was my 22 birthday last Saturday).

Ugh, the scars don’t look so good with my computer camera... I’m sorry.

✔️{Complete}✔️

// Have any of you heard of the band Therion btw? I highly recommend it if any of you are into symphonic metal music or love mythology and magic, since most of their songs involved those themes //

~Admin Reborn~

Reborn:

From 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.– Work.

Afterwards, some shopping, if it wasn’t done already.

Back home by 6 p.m.. No later.

Stayed at home until the next day to begin the cycle all over again.

On weekends– hang out with friends or stayed home. Probably depended on the weather and mood for the day.

Such was how your schedule worked. Were you aware of it? Not really. It was really just a go with the flow kind of thing. No, your schedule, activities, and even acquaintances were being tracked by a certain hitman.

A hitman called Reborn.

Having kept track of your daily tasks, he eventually grew bolder with each passing week.

Reborn started leaving flowers, chocolates, and love cards at your door step, each with a small note of some sort. All ended with the same signature.

Your secret admirer.

He shut his notebook and checked his watch.

Just in time.

He began to walk slowly, peering into stores as he looked over his shoulder carefully. It was time for you lunch break, and you enjoyed the food from a nearby convenience store. Soon, you bypassed him, and Reborn quickly advanced towards you. “Excuse me my dear,” he called out, making sure to keep his voice low and husky. You turned around, and your beauty almost caught him off guard. He quickly regained his composure. “I’ve seen you around, and I couldn’t help but wish to ask you out for some coffee or tea?”

A blush played on your face, but you placed a cool face and said, “My, you’re quite a gentleman aren’t you? I’d love to.”

Reborn nodded and placed his arm out. Once you’ve linked yours through his, he began to lead you to a nearby cafe. “This is one of the best cafes there are in the city. A lovely dame like you deserves this and more.”

“You’ve done your research haven’t you? I take it this mean you’re the one who’s been sending me all those gifts then?”

“So you’ve noticed,” Reborn muttered, tipping his fedora. Giggling, you turned to admire the cafe. The cafe was styled in a way to portray a comfortable yet mysterious atmosphere. However, it’s public owner was a mere figurehead. It’s real owner was the man holding you by the arm.

Reborn steered you to a nearby booth, slightly obscured by some plants. He ordered some coffee for the both of you, then began to question you on your hobbies and interests. Though he acted the part of a gentleman, he hid his malicious intentions from you glowing face. Soon my dear.

After the coffee had arrived, you two talked more and more. Just as you were getting up to leave, however, a heavy fog began to invade your mind. You stumbled for a bit before quickly sitting back down.

“Are you alright?” Reborn asked, feigning concern. “Shall I take you to a doctor?”

“No, no, it’s… fine.” You struggled to make comprehensible statements. Before you could say more, darkness took over, and you fell soundlessly into his arms. The drug the waiter had slipped into your drink, courtesy of Reborn’s orders, had worked flawlessly.

Carefully, the mafioso maneuvered you, carrying you bridal style, and took you out the back door to a nearby car. Placing you gently in the backseat, he pecked you on the forehead with a kiss, and whispered, “I promise I’ll treat you the way you deserve, my Persephone.”

Xanxus:

“Everything in order?”

“Voi, Xanxus, I’m telling you, this is a bad idea…”

“Is everything in order or not?”

The sound of an angry sigh resonated from the other end of the phone, followed by a tired, “Yes.”

“Good.” Tossing the phone in the back seat, Xanxus peered through the rear view mirror. The front door of the bakery was opened, and it was all he could do to not burst in and snatch what he craved.

Finally! You had stepped out of the door and were making your way to the nearby dumpster with a bag full of garbage. Unsuspecting of the issue at hand.

“Let’s go,” Xanxus hissed to his henchman sitting at the steering wheel. The man nodded and quickly they pulled out of their parking spot and rounded the corner multiple corners. Soon they came to a stop. Pulling out some binoculars Xanxus examined the scene that had already started to unfold.

The car that Squalo was in had already pulled to an abrupt stop. Two men, both dressed in their darkest clothes, were pulling at you and trying to get you into the car. Your shouts, along with those of the now angry Squalo, had actually caused some people to flee the scene. You weren’t giving up without a fight, evident by your constant kicks and punches.

Xanxus smirked from his hiding place. “She sure is tough. Perfect for me.” His smile slowly started to disappear when he noticed a young man run out and attempt to help you.

That bastard! How dare he try to take what will soon be mine… Xanxus turned to his henchman. “We’re going now.” Without a word the man simply nodded and pushed the car to it’s max speed.

The stores aligning the streets passed by in a blur as the car sped past them. Xanxus could just barely make out the young man struggling to pry you free from Squalo and his men. “Now!” The Varia boss ordered the driver and he slowed but didn’t stop.

The window of the care was rolled down and Xanxus withdrew a gun from the inside of his coat. He shot three bullets, two aimed at the young man, and one firing and shattering the bakery window. More screams echoed, and he saw your helper crumble to the ground, clutching at his wounds. You screamed in horror, and Squalo seized the opportunity to swoop you off your feet and toss himself, and you, into his own car. Both cars sped away, leaving behind shattered glass and a wounded.

Xanxus turned to his driver. “That went well didn’t it?” He stated proudly. As he wiped his gun clean, his phone began to ring. Groaning he picked it up. Squalo’s voice filled the silent car.

- Ooh I love a good cheater fic too! I’m reading one currently (as it’s ongoing) for another fandom and it’s like the best!

Xanxus -

 You walked into the room and stopped dead. There was Xanxus making love to your best friend on your bed. You snapped.

“What the fuck Xanxus?!” you growled, grabbing the nearest thing and raising it to swing.

“What?” he grunted, not even stopping but only looking back at you. They both reeked of alcohol, and the sloppy way they were moving show just how much they had had to drink.

“Why the hell are you fucking my best friend?! And you,” you snarled, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her out of bed, “why the fuck would you do this to me?!”

“Wha– ___?” she slurred, getting up and staring at you blankly.

“You’re fucking my boyfriend!”

“Oh…” She turned and looked back at Xanxus before looking back to you, and giggling drunkly. “So I am.”

“You little–!” You grabbed her by the hair again and started to drag her to the door.

“HEY! If she’s leaving, you’d better fucking take her place!” Xanxus snarled. He had only kept quiet because he thought he was gonna see a cat fight. You glared back at him, just about at the point of seeing red.

“You know what? Keep the fucking skank. I’ll be back tomorrow to collect my shit.” you growled, tossing your ex best friend back on the bed. Then you were gone and you’d make sure he was sorry for ever thinking he could pull something like this.

Squalo -

 You were on your way home from the store when you saw a flash of silver. Instinctively you looked for what it was and wasn’t shocked at first to see Squalo. But then it hit you, wasn’t he supposed to be home? What the hell? You turned to look for him again, but saw him nowhere. He couldn’t have disappeared as easily… Then you saw the shadowy alleyway near where you saw him. Narrowing your eyes and making your way across, you prayed that he was only killing someone back there, but you already had a bad feeling about this.

 There he was, against the back of the alley wall, lip locked with a beautiful stranger. Your heart dropped to the floor and shattered like a crystalized vase. Did six years together really mean nothing to him? Slowly you made your way towards them as he began his descent down her neck. They were far too gone into their own world to notice you. Next thing you knew, you had dragged Squalo back by his hair and was glaring daggers at the girl.

“Leave us.” You growled, and that’s all it took to make her scurry away. You turned back to see Squalo with a look that a deer in the headlights would strive to make. You would’ve laughed if your heart wasn’t broken.

“___-”

“I want no excuses, Squalo. Who the hell was that?!”

“___, what the hell are you doing here-”

“Tell me what’s going on! Did six years really mean nothing to you?! Am I just-”

“VOI!! You mean the world to me okay?!” He shouted. Squalo didn’t like to fell uncomfortable, it made him antsy; and right now, he looked really uncomfortable.

“If I mean the world to you, then who the fuck was she?!” you questioned, hands on your hips. He couldn’t face you and looked away guiltily.

“She was a mistake. One I’ll try not to make again.” He mumbled, finally turning back to you. “Forgive me?”

“…. No,” you sighed, holding your ground. He raised his eyebrows, trying to think of what to say, the sad look in his eyes still. “Not yet, at least. We should go home and finish talking this out.” His eyes widened and he nodded, fully ready for any consequences.

“I’ll even make dinner tonight. How’s that?” he offered, leading you back down the way you came from.

“That’d be nice.”

Bel -

 Twenty-three. Twenty-three is the number of girls Bel’s slept with and killed since you two started dating. It wasn’t altogether or in bunches. The girls were spread out over four years. At first it started when he was sent away on missions. Over the time he got bored, and annoyed of having to do that, so he continued his sleeping around at home. First it was once every six months, then every four, now it’s every other month.

 Walking into your room, you spot the twenty-fourth girl’s lifeless body on your bed, blood pooling onto your sheets, and Bel asleep with a smug smile on his face. This had to be the last straw. You sighed as your bag dropped to the floor and you went straight to the closet, grabbing your clothes and accessories in handfuls. You were counting on the fact that Bel needed his beauty rest and wouldn’t wake while you packed up everything and drove off, probably in his most expensive car.

 True to your expectations he didn’t wake. You loaded up all of your things into his BMW, blood red, and drove off to a hotel room and parked the car in the parking deck so if he came looking for you, or it, it wouldn’t be visible from the streets. You wouldn’t call the cops on your homicidal ex, but you’d let them know where they could pick up the remains of eighteen women.

Luss -

 It was really no shock when you walked in on your boyfriend, Lussuria, having sex with a man. You half expected it, but it still didn’t ease the pain any. You stood rooted to the spot, shocked, before you could collect your thoughts and leave, shutting the door a little bit harder than you had planned to.

“Ah-! Shit, wait ___!” you could hear Luss calling after you from the other room. You tried to get out the door before he reached you but his hand caught your wrist just as you were closing it behind you.

“Let me go Luss..” your voice wavered, much to your dismay. You knew you were going to cry, but you didn’t want to seem weak in front of him. Especially not after that.

“No, wait, give me a chance, please.” he muttered, trying to tug you back. You shook your head, tears starting to stream down your face.

“No! Why should I?! You were just in there cheating on me! Why should I trust anything you have to say?!” you cried, desperately trying to tug your arm away from him, but he held on tighter. “Let me go!”

“Not until we talk about this. Please, ___, I’ll get down and beg if I have to and these are new pants.” You felt him drop to his knees behind you. Turning slightly, you saw him watching you sadly on his knees, on the ground, gripping your wrist tightly.

“…. You’re not gonna let me go huh?” you hiccuped. He shook his head, solemnly. “… Fine.. we can talk it out…”

Levi -

“Levi, something terrible has happened! It’s __! She’s been kidnapped!”

 Those dark words swam around his head the entire morning. He searched everywhere for clues, trying to find who took you. They wouldn’t get away so easily.

 But, by nightfall, he had nothing. Not even a fearsome assassin like him could find anything. These guys must’ve been good. Especially to take you since you could hold your own in any battle. But now you were taken. They must’ve found out you were from the Varia part of the Vongola family while you were still on your undercover mission.

“Hey, you.” came a whisper from the shadows next to a known whore house. He looked up, only thinking that this could be some shady drug deal or some bust.

“What do you want?” he growled, the pain in his heart flaring up when he notices she has a nose just like your’s.

“Come back here, I have something to tell you.” she demanded, walking towards the end of the alleyway, and away from the safety of the street. He immediately didn’t trust her. She must’ve sensed this because she threw this over her shoulder, “It’s about ___.” That was all it took.

“You know where she is? Where the hell is she? I need these answers.” Levi growled, following her without a second thought.

“Grab him boys.” The girl instructed and before he could blink, Levi’s arms were pinned to his side as she turned to face him. She smiled maliciously. “Oh, this was too easy. And it will be tons of fun~”

“What the fuck is going on?!” Levi snarled, trying to struggle free. These goons were strong.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re not going anywhere. And when-”

“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!” a voice came from behind him just as his captor’s hands slid down his pants. It was you, he could tell from how angry your voice sounded. There was a gunshot and one of the men holding him dropped. Another gunshot and the second dropped.

“Don’t shoot me, baby girl. I’ve got your man’s life in my hands.” the captor smirked and drew a hand with one of Levi’s guns out of his pants and pressed it to his heart.

“At least get your other hand out of my pants.” Levi growled, hands up in surrender to both you and his captor.

“Nah I can’t do that.” she smirked wider and squeezed a hand around his genitals.

“Then I guess I can’t just sit here quietly.” He grunted, bringing both hands down on top of her head. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Then suddenly you were on his back.

“___..” Levi sighed, pulling you around to the front and hugging you. “Forgive me for ever going near that woman?”

“You didn’t want it so we’re all good.” You grinned.

Fran -

 He shrugged this new girl off his shoulder for the fiftieth time this day and was on the verge of snapping on her when you came back in.

“___. Come here.” he sighed, waving you over so she’ll leave. She did and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Fran? You feeling okay? You’re not the clingy type and this is the third time you’ve asked me to get close.” You felt his forehead before he waved your hand away.

“I’m fine. All except for that new secretary of mine. She keeps flirting with me and I’m starting to get annoyed.”

“You’re always annoyed.”

“Not always. I’m not annoyed most times when I’m with you.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I have to get back to work.” You sighed and turned but there was no door. “Fraaaaaannnnn-”

“Just give me a minute, please. I’ll make you invisible so you can see what she’s doing.”

“... You have 5 minutes.” you conceded and moved to your spot behind his desk. He sighed in relief and apparently made you invisible and the door reappear. Three seconds after the door reappears, the girl comes bouncing in, the curls waving.

“So glad your girlfriend is finally gone, Fran~” she sighed and leaned back on him, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Can you, I don’t know, get off?” He quipped.

“Oh no, of course!” She smiled and settled in his lap but her arms were removed from his neck. “How’s this?”

“How the hell am I supposed to do my work?”

“Ugh, it’s always work with you! Work this, work that! Just focus on what’s in front of you~ Me.” And with that she planted a sloppy kiss on him. His eyes grew wide as he tried to push her away. His illusions were shattered, you were visible, and currently fuming.

“GET OFF OF HIM.” You snarled and grabbed her by the hair, throwing her against the wall, effectively knocking her out cold. Then you rounded on Fran. “I swear to God I’m going to take her straight to Xanxus and tell him to shove this skank in the bin.”

Awww thank you so much!! I hope you don’t mind that I did head cannons. I’m wasn’t sure how to work in that Xanxus’s s/o is younger than him but I hope it comes through.

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Xanxus -

Always attempts to make out with you on the front lawn of your college when he’s picking you up or dropping you off for that day of your last year.

Will always kiss you when he sees you’re having a bad day and is in need of attention.

Does his best not to yell at you because he knows you have anxiety and he doesn’t like seeing you cry. But sometimes he does slip up.

Yamamoto -

Loves to just hold you close and make jokes to see you smile or laugh.

Will always put on your favorite movie and grab the softest blankets and pillows in the house during one of the worse days you experience. He builds you a pillow fort and has a crown to put on your head, symbolizing you as ruler of the pillow fort.

Always makes time and listens to your problems. Even the smallest thing that frustrates you, he wants to hear about.

Dino -

Tries to always be there for you when you have an anxiety attack. He wants to help you as much as possible, no matter the cost.

When you’re sad he takes you to your favorite place. Whether it’s a restaurant, an arcade, or to see a movie, he just wants to see you smile again.

Tsuna -

“Who the fuck would try this, on my wife?!” Tsuna growled at his spies in other families and cops. He saw you being escorted into a hospital room by his guardians. You were going for shock because someone tried to shoot you. “Find them.” he snarled and stalked off.

 Joining you in the room, he’d pull you close and hold you so you’d feel comforted. His informants would bring him his target and he’d wait until you were asleep before he took the piece of shit down to his final resting place.

Hibari -

 Someone tried to poison you. He’s glad he got those special silver forks and spoons. He saw the metal starting to turn colors when he stopped you. He threw the food to the floor and went straight into the kitchen. His chef had been killed and replaced with an assassin. The assassin didn’t make it out of the kitchen either.

 He went out and got you fast food after he explained everything. He even let you curl up to him and hug him for comfort. He’d wrap an arm around your shoulders when thinks you won’t notice.

Xanxus -

 You were on the wrong end of a gun during a robbery. You’d given up all the stuff they wanted and still the raised their gun to shoot you between the eyes. They didn’t count on you being out with your boyfriend who saw this and blew his brains out from across the empty street.

 You shrieked, being covered in blood and Xanxus had to jog over.

“Collect your stuff and let’s go inside. It’s getting late and there could be more.” He growled, keeping an eye out. He was in battle mode and your safety was his first priority.

Yamamoto -

“Now I just can’t have you touching my ___.” He smiled, beating the assassin with his bat a couple of more times. The man lay still when he was done, completely dead.

// Omg, I love otome games!! Especially those app games from Voltage Inc. like In Your Arms Tonight, My Forged Wedding, and the like. The guys are seriously so hot like I get jealous of the MC for getting together with them instead of me xD //

~Admin Reborn~

Tsuna:

At first Tsuna would think it was cute that you could think something as trivial as pixelated men could please you. After all, you were with the most powerful mafioso in the world, there’s no way someone else would compare to him!

Then he would actually see the guys that you were playing around with. That’s when the jealousy kicks in.

He would make small quips and remarks about the games, how they’re a waste of time and waste of money (if you have to buy the guys’ routes).

He’ll try to get you involved in other things, especially if they involve him.

You’ll believe him for a while about how you could be doing more productive things, but those designs and graphics are just too good to stay away from, especially with its gameplay. So you’ll fall back into it.

In which case, Tsuna will probably hide your phone and act all innocent about it. 

Needless to say, he will be be more sly with making you stop your gameplay of otome games.

Xanxus:

Now Xanxus is a bit of a different story.

He will immediately wonder why you’re al over your phone and not paying attention to other things like you used to.

He will one day casually pass behind you one day and peer over you shoulder at what’s got you interested. Although you’ll be in awe at the graphics and gameplay, chances are there will be a hunk of a guy on the screen, and that’s enough to get him flipping out.

Xanxus will probably just stand there for a while until he actually acts on his thoughts and starts to hiss at you for checking other guys out, which you’ll of course deny but he won’t believe.

I can totally see Xanxus grabbing your phone and tossing it elsewhere and then dragging you off with him so you don’t “cheat” on him anymore.