belphrgor

anonymous asked:

Scenario for Mukuro, Xanxus, Byakuran, and Bel where they find out their s/o has been receiving love letters from their worst enemy please.

Mukuro:

“What the hell is this shit?” he growled, reading the letter that had come for you in the mail.  “Why is that asshat sending you such things?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, still groggy from your nap.  Grabbing the paper, you read the first couple of lines and then the name at the bottom.  “Strange,” you commented.

“Strange?  More like treason!” Mukuro growled.  “He’s probably just doing it to mess with me!” Mukuro said as he paced the room.

“Fine, fight him later, but don’t drag me into it any more than I already am,” you said, heading to the kitchen for a snack.

“Damn right imma fight him!” Mukuro exclaimed. 

Xanxus:

He barely even gave you time to read the letter yourself before he had his gun out and pointed at the man you just delivered it.  And since there was no name on the love letter, the messenger had to fill his spot.  “Who the fuck gave you this?” Xanxus demanded, his trigger finger twitching ever so slightly.

“I don’t know, it was just some man in a hood on the street right before I got to the building,” the man stumbled out, his hands in the air, sweat starting to drip down his forehead.

“No need to shot him!” you called out, grabbing your boyfriend’s arm and lowering the gun.  “I think I know who it is.”

“Who?” Xanxus turned to you.

“The man we met a year ago, on that trip to Austria,” you said.  “The one runs the main maifa over there,” you said.

“I’m going to Austria,” Xanxus said abruptly as he turned away.

Byakuran:

He looked at the letter in your hands with a tilted head, curious about who would be sending you such things.  

“I have no idea who it is from, but it isn’t the first,” you said, handing him the letter, no longer interested.

“I think I recognize the hand writing,” Byakuran said, analyzing the handwriting.  “I might have to pay him a visit if he doesn’t stop sending you these letters,” he mused.

“I’ll write him and tell him to stop,” you said with a sigh.

Bel:

The knives were out the second you adopted a confused look.  “What is it?” he asked, ready to impale something.

“Another love letter,” you said, opening it.

“Another?” Bel asked, a little angry that he is just now finding out.

“I’ve been ignoring them since the person never leaves their name,” you explained.  “Maybe they finally did,” you said, unfolding the paper.

“I recognize those initials and writing,” Bell said suddenly paling a little.  But then the sadistic smirk he normally carried came back.  “Imma be gone for a couple days, stay safe,” he said, giving you a quick, possessive kiss.

“Yeah,” you responded, unfazed by his need to kill at his point.