Oh god! These are the only selfies I have besides that other one I posted haha I have more pics of Fumikage on my phone than myself haha but aawww look at the second pic, way back when I hadn’t dyed my hair red yet BUT also why don’t I look my age?! (the 1st one is from today my hair is fading nooo)
Who to tag??? Hmmmmm I tag… jk I suck at tagging ppl so if you want to do this so I can see your beautiful face then I tag you! YAY!
Hello! My first Ask! ❤ I was wondering if you could make a xanxus imagine where xanxus saves his s/o and then act's real cocky about it afterwards. Please and thank you ❤
Yay!!! I hope you like it!
“Fucking idiots.” Xanxus’ growl seemed to echo in the now silent room. The last of your captors had just fallen to the ground due to a bullet to the head. “Thinking they could take what’s mine.”
“Oh, so I’m yours now?” You asked, tugging fruitlessly at your bonds. That got Xanxus’ attention and he walked over to you.
“Obviously. I just saved you - some cultures would consider that you now you owe me a life debt. Effectively, you’d be mine until you repay the favor…or I release you from it.” Your boyfriend sounded rather confident, his smirk just a little irksome to you. It was probably left over adrenaline from your kidnapping, but either way you weren’t just going to roll over and let him get away with it.
“Yeah, well my culture which just so happens to be your culture doesn’t work that way.” You told him, making sure to sound as unimpressed as you could. You found that focusing on the snark made you fell a bit closer to normal and the fear abated a little.
Xanxus huffed in amusement as he stared down at you. “You really think you’re in a position to make those types of comments right now?”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry, O Great Sky. Your strength awes me. I can’t believe how amazing you are. I don’t even think I’m worthy of speaking your name, O Strong Varia Ruler.”
“Damn straight I am,: Xanxus grinned. “Though you forgot to say thank you.”
“Oh my go - just untie me, Xanxus.” You tried to tug on your bound wrists for emphasis.
“Still haven’t heard a thank you,” Xanxus grumbled, but he still cut the ropes easily. You took the knife from him so you would be the one to bend down to release your ankles.
You stood up, massaging your wrists, following Xanxus to leave the room. “By the way, Xanxus,” you waited for him to stop and turn back too face you. “Thank you.”
He grinned, slow and arrogant. All cocky and victorious. “I was pretty fucking cool, huh?”
“I always put trousers underneath because in her psyche anything might go wrong and [she’s always thinking], ‘I might need to run away,’ Even with the longest, most beautiful gowns, she always wears a pair of boots and trousers. I like that sense of, 'I can play this [queen] but underneath, I can run.’“ - Michele Clapton on Dany’s Costumes (insp.)