A.N - For the Fandom Bingo card spot 3-2; ‘Xanxus’.
Xanxus knows when his mother calls the old man that he isn’t the man’s son. He knows before even. His mother has had many johns over the years, some better than others, but none of them looked like the old man, either younger or in his current state.
The old man, Xanxus sees, knows it too. But he’s humoring them, right up until Xanxus shows him his Flames. And then it isn’t humor that guides him, but interest.
The man wraps his scarf (warm, smelling of cologne and burning wood) around Xanxus. “Yes,” he murmurs, a lie to comfort a dying woman even as his eyes examine Xanxus like a horse at market, “Yes, he is my son.”
Several people have asked me if and when I’m going to write for KHR again, and my answer is 12k words of self-insert crack fic. Rated T, warning for a couple sex jokes and references to violence involving children (the KHR canon).