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I feel sorry so sorry for Xanthus. We all know that listener will survive since they are needed for the story to be continued. But Xanthus voice, reaction and the screams got my legs weak

@birdyyyyyy: Alr okay so my idea is … I’ve checked you don’t mind writing nsfw…HEHEHE

so.. Xanthus and the listener being at Dontis place for 2 months now. They didn’t do anything special beside kissing and hugging but it never crossed that line. One evening when Dontis was looking for company, Xanthus uses the opportunity to get close to the listener. They were on the coach talking and Xanthus was needy HE WAS NEEDY so he started getting close and then pulling listener under him and then yk … you don’t have to write it till s3x. Just go as far as you are comfortable. If you’re not comfortable just leave it aside lol

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 - 𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖) ✧

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[ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ] xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

a/n: hi guys omg ive had writers block for SO LONG and haven’t had any ideas so sorry i went on break for so long :(( but i’m back now ! (proceeds to come back with smut LMAOAO). ive based this on xanthus recent audio where dontis leaves to see his partner if thats okay!! you can just skip the first bit if you want as its just me quoting the start of the audio LOL. gender neutral reader :) also sorry if this is so cringe this is my like FIRST EVER smut so i apologise LOL

c/w: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! not full smut but like pre smut LOL

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"How long are you going to be?"

"Not long, why are you worried about me?" Dontis teases with a smirk.

Xanthus scoffs, "No, you know the city so I'm sure you've mapped out the little hidey holes."

Dontis nods, "Yes I have. I'll let you know when I'm on the way back." He says as he grabs his bag.

You're sitting on the couch watching all of this unfold, Xanthus standing by the doorway as Dontis gathers his things. Fran had left a while ago to explore New Orleans, and Dontis is now leaving for a while, which means it would be just you two in the house.

Xanthus folds his arms.

"Hm. Be careful." Xanthus warns.

"When am I not?" Dontis says with a smile.

"If I listed them all now you'd be late for your appointment, and you seem...eager to leave." Xanthus questions.

Dontis chuckles. "Not to leave you but to see them, I have my own bonds to tend to."

"Hm, have fun then."

"You too~" Dontis says as he opens the door, turning back to you for a moment.

"Look after him okay?" Dontis jokes to you. You laugh gently.

"I will, don't worry." You joke back as Xanthus rolls his eyes sarcastically, smiling a little.

Dontis gives you one last smile before making his way out the door. Xanthus sighs as he makes his way over to you.

"Where has he gone too?" You ask.

"He's gone to see his hunter friend, and I doubt he's coming back soon." Xanthus says as he sits next to you on the couch.

"How come?"

"Because they think it will be the last time they see each other, and honestly I don't blame him for thinking that way." Xanthus sighs as he lets his head rest against the couch. "We're doing something that no one else has been foolish enough to do, well they have but were defeated without a soul to spread it. That means we're either brave or idiotic, or both." Xanthus shrugs.

"Well we'll have to see soon won't we?" You reply.

"Mhm, no matter what we are it'll all come to light soon. And in the mean time.." Xanthus shifts closer to you. "I'd like to tend to my bond, as Dontis puts it." He says as he strokes your face.

"Feeling a bit bold today are we?" You tease with a laugh.

Xanthus chuckles back, kissing your forehead. "Well, it has been a while since we've had some private time, especially with you doing so much research all the while. Ah, speaking of...how are you feeling, love?" Xanthus asks you.

You perk up about your feelings as Xanthus listens intently. After a while the conversation then turns into just talking about whatever, just appreciating each other's presence for a while.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ <3

However, you can't fail to notice how Xanthus was acting a bit...different. The constant shifting around, moving closer to you, the way his eyes lingered on your neck, looking at you like you were some sort of prey, and his tone just felt different. You shook it off, thinking it was just because it was the two of you in the house and he could let his guard down for a while. But when your eyes met the bulge between his legs, you knew exactly what he wanted from you. Your eyes went wide and you cut off what you were saying, starting to stutter.

You two had never done anything so...lewd. It never crossed your mind at all, only exchanging kisses and hugs. The only semi lewd thing you've done is when Xanthus was feeding on you, and his hand trailed a bit too much on your chest, touching places you didn't know were sensitive until then. But that was it, never going any further. So to see him be so needy in front of you now was...well quite arousing if you were being honest. The way his eyes lingered on you with that wanting expression made your body go warm.

You two stared at each other for a couple of seconds, before Xanthus sensed your want, looking at your lips. He moved closer to you and whispered.

"May I?"

You just nodded. He held your face gently and kissed you passionately, the kiss turning more needy as it carried on. Exchanging kisses, he put his hand behind your head and pushed you down gently, landing with a slight whine as he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance as he strokes your face with one hand as he uses his other to support himself on top of you. You allow him in, his tongue battling with yours lovingly as he admires the noises you make. Sloppy kisses shared back and fourth, his hand trailing down your chest and perking at your nipples, gently trailing his hand over them, making you gasp into his mouth slightly. He smirked at this as he gets a reaction from you. He slowly starts to slip his hand under your shirt, toying with your nipples even more. The sudden contact made you break off the kiss and throw your head back, letting out a slight moan.

"God- Xanthus I- ah~" You cry out, putting your hands around his back. Xanthus takes this opportunity to latch his mouth on to your neck, not biting but making a different type of mark. Because of him feeding from you so often, he already knows all your weak spots on your neck, so he takes advantage of that, still toying with your perky nipples gently. Still crying out in pleasure, he pulls off your neck and holds your face, bringing his mouth to your ear and whispering.

"I'll make you forget for a while."

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hi guys im so sorry ive been gone for so long but ive had MAJOR writers block and autistic burnout for ages and havent had any ideas so im sorry for leaving without warning but i think im getting back in the swing of things now! this post is probably really random but i needed to get SOMETHING out. ill start working back into my routines and getting back into my posting as i went through a phase where i was posting EVERY SECOND for about 2 days LOL so ill try and post more now if i can :)

thank you for reading love u all <3

-Jasper

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LISTEN EVERYBODY !

i need content of isaac zsakuva being an idiot i need to see his college years i need to see him doing something NORMAL like falling down the stairs i need it you dont understand i need to see him screaming at horror movie characters i need it for my health

Tired Smoking

Following your boss bad habit

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A day off.

It’s been a few weeks after Vic’s dead and Isaac is finally starting to be like himself again. The smell of cigarettes is gone as also empty bottles of whisky staking on the kitchen table.

But you, yourself seem to drift of more from yourself. But lucky you have a day of tomorrow since Isaac wanted prepare the garden for the season change.

It’s 2 am and as you enjoyed your own company since Isaac was not around. You had a great time though watching movies, a nice cup of tea, sweets, reading in your room and following your own hobbies.

Since you planned on staying up all night you decided to grab a few sweets to look up to the sky. It’s strangely something you find to enjoy after you got here… well rather brought here.

On your way to the kitchen and back. Passing the living room. You assumed Isaac was asleep since there are no lights on in the studies nor anywhere else, still it gave you a reason to be extra quiet.

You couldn’t help yourself but smile as you think of him… but he seems so distance. You knew why but still gave it your all… asking him what his favorite fruits are so you could do a cake out of it… what his favorite dish is… favorite tea… and favorite sweets. He appreciated your comfort but it didn’t do much… and you just reminded yourself of what you got yourself into. You snap back to reality standing in the living-room. You sigh as you spot a package of cigarettes on the sofa. He probably forgot them but you had this urge to smoke even though you hated them and never smoked in your life… staying 10m away after he had his cigarette break because the smell was EW !!!

You grab the package and it was already half empty… next to it the lighter and it was blue … like the color of his mothers favorite flower… „blue orchids“ what a surprise. You took one out and told yourself that if it helps Isaac to forget it will help you too.

A small light appears in the dark room, bringing it closer to your mouth as a quiet “psh” sound tickels your ears. A small inhale and coughs leaving your lungs as you cover your mouth to stay quiet… it feels DISGUSTING !!! you did it again but less coughing.

Now you’re on the floor of the living-room smoking as eating the candy’s as you look up to the sky… the stars are beautiful. Thinking about your life, the cases, your work, the moments the two of your shared and ofc.. him. The cigarette slowly loses fire but you inhale it one more time.

As suddenly the lights turn on… the window reflecting a tall figure. oh oh

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OMG HEY I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD DO THIS BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY… ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANYTHING SO PLEASE BE NICE !!! So I wanted to start easy more a listener view since yk I thought it would be interesting

The Song A Dove Sings

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Synopsis: You sing Xanthus a beautiful song; one he won’t forget for as long as he lives.

Warning: Mentions of blood.

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As dawn made way for the morning rise, with the orange, pink and red hues rolling over into a sky blue, your eyelids fluttered open to the golden rays of sunlight poking its way through the curtains, and the gentle chirps of the birds roosting in nearby trees. The rays of sunlight that woven its way through the balcony window painted the room in an ethereal golden glow. You were enveloped in the warmness of the blankets, the strong hold of the man you loved most, and the faint, lingering smell of cologne and coca butter. You focused on the hushed sound of his breathing, and the warm air of his breath dancing on your neck. You looked at his peaceful expression, the way his blonde hair fell messily over his pale face, and those long, beautiful eyelashes that so perfectly complimented those stunning ruby red eyes you’ve adored so much. Like most people, you weren’t a fan of mornings—and it’s not for the typical reasons. Before you and Xanthus found each other, you woke up to a gaping cavity in your heart, suffocated by the air of solitude that filled the room. It didn’t matter how brightly the sun shined, how blue the sky was, or how loudly the birds sang; mundanity always hung above your head like a dark storm cloud. Seeing your partner’s face reminded you that you were not alone anymore. With every rise and fall of his chest, with every hushed breath that entered the atmosphere, you were reminded that your melancholic days were fewer and far in between. And so, with your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, yielding to the gentle call of sleep—you nestled further into the warm embrace of the one you loved most in this world.

Until you heard a familiar cooing sound. A familiar chirp—one that echoed in the air; its sound fluttering through the wind, just like the wings of the bird it belonged to.

A familiar song.

Your eyes popped open—any trace of fatigue and weariness melting away. As much as it pained you leave the serenity of Xanthus’ arms, you had to. So, with a quiet groan and a lot of caution, you slowly crept out of bed and tiptoed to the balcony window. And sure enough, there it was.

A Mourning Dove.

Your stomach swirled with nostalgia, and your chest felt heavy. It had been ages since you saw one, and even longer since you’ve heard its hauntingly beautiful call. As the bird sang, you took a moment to admire its muted colors—its little body covered in beige and light gray hues. The corners of your mouth quirked up fondly as you watched the dove’s chest and throat puff out to make each sound.

“Love?” A groggy voice groaned behind you.

You turned around to see Xanthus sitting upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“There’s a mourning dove outside,” you replied.

He got out of bed and walked over to the balcony window.

“Ah. So there is. I haven’t seen one in so long, which makes sense—they aren’t native to the U.K.”

You didn’t answer. You merely watched it sing some more. And although, for a time, the silence between you two was very comforting, you could practically feel Xanthus’ inquisitive gaze.

“I take it that you really like this bird?”

“Yeah. A long time ago, back when I used to live with my parents—a dove that looked just like this one would perch on a ledge outside my window, and sing— once in every blue moon. I know a lot of people think that it sings a sad song, but I never thought so. I always felt comforted, and even a little joyful when I’d hear its song.”

“Is that so?”

You hummed. “I’ve always envied them.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re free; they have peace. I didn’t have that growing up. For my entire life, I was forced to live in fear—always looking over my shoulder, always flinching at every corner. I never let myself fully trust people because I never knew what their true intentions were. It felt like I was…trapped in a cage. And since everyone was out to get me and family, I never really got a chance to actually live my life.”

The cage might’ve been spacious, filled with all the luxuries one could ever ask for—it might’ve been familiar, and full of the people you loved, but…

A cage is still a cage, nonetheless.

“Do you feel free now?” Xanthus asked.

You hummed and rested your head on his shoulder. Dontis was an absolute saint for opening up his home to you two. He’s helped you guys out in more ways in one. You certainly weren’t ungrateful for everything he’s done for you two, but at that point it’d been months since you’ve left his penthouse. Months since you’ve got to try new food, or interacted with new people. Months since you were able to live your life.

Yes, his house was full of luxuriously plush couches, beautiful paintings, and wide flat screen T.Vs, but you still weren’t free. A cage is still a cage. But even after everything you’ve been through, if there was one thing you’d gained—-it was peace. You’ve found peace with Xanthus, and that was enough for now.

“When I die, I think I wanna become a mourning dove.”

Xanthus turned his head toward you. “What?”

“I remember you telling me something about the jokes vampires make when they die. You told me that if you died, you’d come back as a bat. So, I’m telling you now that when I die, I’m gonna come back as a mourning dove. So make sure to keep your ears open;

‘Cause I’m gonna sing you a beautiful song.”

……..

No matter where he went or where he tried to hide, death followed Xanthus everywhere—but it never really bothered him until he met you. Humans lives were fleeting compared to his own, and as fragile as a porcelain tea cup, teetering dangerously on the edge of a high shelf; one nudge away from shattering into numerous irreparable pieces. He never liked thinking about your death, or what’d it be like if you were gone—so he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, and cherished your presence while you were still around.

But ever since you and him had that conversation, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He didn’t stop thinking about it when he held your broken and bloodied body in his arms—your face drained of any color, your eyes dull and lifeless.

He didn’t stop thinking about it as he tore Audric to shreds after what he did to you. He could still feel the warmth of his blood dripping from his fingers.

He didn’t stop thinking about it when he gave your eulogy, or when he and your loved ones walked to the graveyard.

And he most definitely didn’t stop thinking about it when they lowered your coffin 6 feet into the cold, dark ground.

He couldn’t bring himself to leave your grave—even after everyone left. He couldn’t bring himself to speak, or to mutter any sort of apology for getting you into this mess. For being so careless. For being so damn weak. All he could do was sit in front of your grave, with his face buried in his hands, and sob inconsolably. He’d lost the person he was supposed to protect; his lover, a piece of his soul. And now, he felt incomplete—broken, even. So, all he could do was sit there, and cry until there were no tears left to shed.

Until he heard a familiar coo. A familiar chirp.

A familiar song.

He took his face out of his hands, and looked up; the red, bloody tears still streaming out of his wide eyes. And sure enough, there it was, perched on your headstone:

A Mourning Dove.

Its little body was bathed in beige and light gray hues, its throat and chest puffed out as it sang. And Xanthus watched quietly in disbelief until it was over. He reached his hand out, and the dove perched on his finger. And as soon as the bird made contact, he felt it.

It was you.

You came back to say goodbye to him, one last time.

The dove cooed once more, and flew away—the faint flapping sounds of its wings fading further and further away. He watched as the dove flew toward the sky.

You were finally at peace. You were finally free.

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A/N: Ever since part 8.1–when Xanthus jokes about dying and being reincarnated as a bat, I couldn’t stop thinking about what kind of animal listener would end up being. I really, really love mourning doves, and I’ve always thought that they’d be a good fit for listener.

Someone draw isaac like this please

Yo it’s me AGAIN WITH A XANTHUS IDEA !!! so I am an artist (I know you are too) and what if Xanthus sees your art ? The listener has been hiding it from him since the listener is afraid of Xanthus opinion !!! LIKE CMON Xanthus has his own art gallery and he has seen many art pieces ? So once the listener was alone in the room, listening to music and then OH NO ??? Xanthus sees your sketches ?!? But the listener doesn’t notice him for a while and Xanthus just watches them draw :0

𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 - 𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 ✧

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[ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ] xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

a/n: I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM !! i actually freaked out a little when i saw it because it describes EXACTLY me ?! like i dont show my art to anyone because of judgement also, so i was like WOAH im gonna love writing this, tysm birdy <3 !! gender neutral reader ! i tried not to label the drawing too much, so you can just imagine you drawing whatever you want :)

c/w: none just tooth rotting fluff ;p

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Everything was perfect today.

You in the private room in the gallery, and Xanthus touring people around, showing off the art he has collected over the years of his lifetime. The weather was lovely for once, considering it was London, and the music in your ears set the mood perfectly. It was the most perfect day.

Xanthus has been out for a while, probably in one of his cute rambles about an artist he knew to one of his guests, so you took this opportunity to grab the sketchbook you'd hid in your bag, and sketch for a while. Grabbing one of the pencils that Xanthus had in his draw, you got comfortable at the desk and started to sketch, putting on one of your favorite songs as you do.

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You hadn't realised how much time had passed, as once you start drawing your mind goes elsewhere, letting your deft hands have a mind of their own as they move along the page.

Xanthus had finished touring a few guests by now, and went to go check up on you. Going up the stairs to the door and opening it carefully in case he startles you.

"Love? I'm sorry for leaving you for so long, these particular guests wanted to know everything about John Costable's art piece of Stratford Mill, and to say I got carried away would be an understatement." He chuckles a bit as he speaks, closing the door behind him. He didn't notice what you were doing until he looked up, seeing the back of your head down on the desk in concentration, headphones in and your focus sharp.

He makes an "ohhh" sound under his breath as he nods to himself, acknowledging you and your focus. He stands there for a few moments, just admiring you, before slowly walking up behind you, trying not to alarm you. You don't seem to notice him at all as he stands behind you. He starts to peer over your shoulder, before gasping a little.

Your art is there on the table, in plain sight for him to see. He stands there just staring, picking out all the details you add and your art style, admiring it in a trance. This is the first time he has been able to see your art in full detail. The first few times hes only seen a glimpse before you realise hes there and covering it away from his view, and saying it's just "nothing important". But now, he has a full view of it.

Standing behind you, he watches you for a while, cherishing this one moment where he can see your passion in its true form. He watches how your skilful hands carefully move across the page, holding the pencil precisely in place as you draw. Attentively sketching light thin lines with the led from the pencil, adding little details where needed. Xanthus almost seems to be entranced, as hes never seen this side of you before. He feels like he is watching you for hours, just you and him in your own world.

As you add the last few lines, you put your pencil down on the desk and seem to check it over, making sure you haven't missed anything. Xanthus watches you carefully, admiring the finished page as he feels proud of your work. He smiles to himself, resisting the urge to hug you from behind as he wants this moment to last a bit longer. He pays attention to the way your head tilts to the side slightly, looking at the drawing from all angles. His heart swells seeing this, finding this action adorable, feeling all warm inside.

You sigh, and lean back in the chair as you finish, accidentally leaning the back of your head against Xanthus' abdomen. He hadn't realised how close he had gotten until now. You move quickly, turning around as you look up to see who is there, taking your headphones off and putting them on the desk. There stands Xanthus, a warm smile on his face as you acknowledge his presence at last.

Your eyes go wide as you go to close the sketchbook as quickly as you can, before turning back round and playing it off.

"Xanthus hey your back! Have you uhm- been there the whole time?" You ask nervously, your voice shaking a little. "Pray tell he hasn't seen anything." You think as you wait for his response.

He smiles warmly as he reaches out to stroke your head a little, "Love, your art is stunning, why didn't you show me sooner?" He asks, as he watches your expression change.

"I uhm..." You start, looking down. There's no way of getting out of this if he's already seen it. "Well, I just...uh" You struggle to get the words out as he looks at you intently, trying to form an answer.

"I just thought that, because you've seen so much art in your lifetime, and obviously I- I'm not like all the other artists in this gallery, I just... I was afraid of your...opinion on it, you know? Because you have a lot of art experience with other artists and I just thought- mph.."

He hushes you with a kiss to stop your rambling, stroking your face as he does. He pulls back and smiles, looking you in the eye.

"Love, I've already told you this, I don't judge. Remember when you first came here and I was showing you art, and I asked you what you see, what did I say after that?"

You swallow nervously as you recall the memory. "I am the last to judge." You say as you repeat what he said.

He kisses you on the cheek. "Exactly, and I meant that, truly. I don't just like full pieces of art, you know. I appreciate all the art humans make. Even sketches like yours, my love." He kisses you. "You don't have to be scared to show me. This," He points to the sketchbook, "Is truly remarkable, love. I must admit, I was in quite the trance watching you work, and the feeling I felt watching you was just...it was lovely. I felt proud, even." He smiles. "So please, love, don't feel like you need to hide this from me. I would never judge art, especially yours, how could I? Art is truly a blessing, and I could never judge you for it, my love."

You just stare at him as he holds your hands. You can't hold back the smile you feel coming on to your lips, as you launch yourself into his arms, hugging yourself into his chest. He chuckles a little as he hugs you back, kissing the top of your head.

You pull your head up, still holding on to him as you look at him.

"Thank you, Xanthus, really." He smiles as he pulls you in for a kiss, before whispering against your lips.

"It's alright, love, I'll always support you."

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i loved writing this, its such a cute ask especially because im an artist as well <3 thank you for requesting birdy !

-Jasper

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PLS PLS I WOULD CRY WHILE READING IT !!! Isaac buying the listener a cat but as a surprise and the listener getting really emotional but in a happy way. The listener jumping onto Isaac and hugging him and showering him with kisses.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♥ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙖.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ. (THIS IS NOT PART 2 OF BABYDOLL!)

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You were lying in bed, almost closing your eyes. For context, you had a really hard day. You hd lost sleep from the night before so working was just too difficult when your mind wasn’t even working. Isaac had asked you a few times if you were alright and you would try to reassure him but he insisted that you relax for at least an hour. It seemed like he was going soft on you lately but you didn’t mind. 

The house was quiet. Like, suspiciously quiet. Normally, you could hear any little sound but you heard nothing. That was until you heard the front door open and then shut. However, it didn’t sound like someone was leaving, it sounded like someone just came in. Did Isaac seriously leave and you didn’t notice? Damn. You were really that tired. 

You could hear some rummaging and shuffling before it got closer. Next thing you knew, the sound was right outside your door. 

Two knocks.

“Can we come in?”

We? Well, that detail didn’t matter anyway because you were too tired to catch it. 

“Yeah, come in.” You reply, trying to project your voice and hide the tiredness in your tone. 

You hear the handle move around a bit before seeing the door open. 

“Okay, wait. Close your eyes.”

“Huh?? Uh… okay…”

You close your eyes and smile. These little shenanigans were so out-of-character for Isaac but at the same time, It was so… him.

“Hold out your arms”

“Like this?”

“Nononono,” He gently adjusted your arms, “Like this.”

He put something in your arms and you immediately held onto it tight enough to make sure it wouldn’t fall. 

“Alright, open!”

You open your eyes to see a beautiful grey and black cat (American Curl - they’re super cute) in your arms. 

“Isaac!” You look at him with your jaw practically to the floor, “It’s a cat!”

“Yeah, I was looking at her for a while and she reminds me of you so… See, she’s already looking at you like you’re her parent.”

“That’s because I am now. She’s my baby.”

You gently put the cat down on your bed and hug Isaac tight. He puts his head on top of yours and kisses your forehead. You lift your head up and kiss all over his face.

“Do you like my surprise?”

“Like?? I love her. She’s like our baby now.”

“Yeah, we’re her parents now. Ah, but, we need to give her a name.”

“I have so many ideas for that…” You say while going back over to the cat and petting her. 

You couldn’t see it but Isaac was looking at you with the most loving eyes ever.

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“Ow! Y/N, she keeps scratching me!” 

“She just wants to play!” You say, taking her in your arms. 

You lean forward, to Isaac and kiss him. 

“Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.”

“Anything for you.”

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AHHHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE TO IMAGINE. ISAAC GIVING THE CAT TO THE LISTENER UGHH. they're so married i swear. anyways TYSM FOR REQUESTINGG ! requests help sm w writer's block and having no motivation so thank u sm and i hope this met your expectations

hey… CAN WE PLS TALK about my dear beloved Isaac !!! I WAS THINKING… in the second audio Isaac was worried about the listener passing out and what if it happens like … the listener already being an assistant as also a thing with Isaac and while cleaning the house. The warm summer was getting to the listener and all Isaac hears is a “boom” and sees a housekeeper laying on the floor with pale and a hot body over the security cameras :0

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✧

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a/n: congrats on being my first isaac request! if it seems a little out of character please tell me because i don’t usually write for isaac so tell me if you want to change anything! this is set in the current storyline where isaac and listener are a thing now so 😸🫶

gender neutral reader!

cw/tw: reader fainting, mention of m3ds

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Summer is here. And to be honest, it was getting too much for your work.

Isaac had been concerned about you all week. You've been acting unusual. Your more quieter, your energy levels seem low, and you've been stumbling a few times as you've been walking. Not to mention your cheeks were flushed most of the time.

He thought you had come down with an illness, and has checked you over a few times. Feeling your forehead, he spoke with a concerned tone as he observed your face.

"Y/N, are you certain your not sick? You can take the day off you know, I'm not forcing you to work." He said as he looks into your eyes, a look of worry plastered into them as he looks at your burning up face, sweat forming. You nodded - it technically wasn't a lie. You weren't sick, not that you knew of anyway, it was just the heat.

"I'm fine, Isaac. Truly." You speak as you try to change the topic, not wanting to be a distraction to him, especially in his line of work.

Isaac seeing right through you, just sighed. "Alright, I'll believe you for now. But if you ever feel ill, you know you can tell me, alright?" he says as he gently strokes your face and kisses your forehead gently, "Take it easy for today." he says as he walks away from you, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the sink. "Make sure to hydrate a lot today, starting from now." he hands you the glass of water, "You're so forgetful sometimes." he says jokingly as he watches you drink it, still observing you gently.

You chuckle lightly, as you reach out to stroke his hand.

"I will, thank you." you say as you get back to work.

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You woke up feeling more nauseated than yesterday, as the heat was just getting warmer by each passing day. Groaning as you clutch your head, your head thumping. Rolling to your side, looking at the time.

5am.

You weren't supposed to be up for 3 more hours. But your pounding head proved that you weren't going to get back to sleep any time soon. Sighing in annoyance, you decided to get up. At least you could sort yourself out before Isaac woke up, and make yourself look better than you felt.

Making sure to get up slowly, so you wouldn't fall from your horrific headache, and trailed to the bathroom to have a shower and get ready - making sure to put the water on cold so you wouldn't effect yourself worse than you already were.

After you got yourself clean and ready for the day, you checked yourself over in the mirror, wiping your face to get rid of any sweat and making yourself look okay-ish to not worry Isaac. As soon as you were done, you went down to the kitchen to hydrate and take some meds for your own sake. Your aim today was to just get work done and not to get anymore worse.

You tried to make as little noise as possible, you knew Isaac was a light sleeper and can wake at just about anything. Closing the cupboards as gentle as possible and making some breakfast quietly.

As you ate, you waited for your painkillers to kick in - hoping that they would effect you before Isaac woke up.

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A few hours went by and it was now 8:47 am - the usual time you would be up by. You heard some shuffling upstairs as you pretended like you were already there in the first place, looking at cases. You heard Isaac walk downstairs in his pajamas, you would have giggled at his messy hair if you weren't already feeling ill.

"Isaac! Good morning." You said as you tried to put on your best stable voice you could manage, smiling.

"Good morning to you too, Y/N." Isaac said you handed him his coffee.

He looked at you suspiciously, looking at you up and down to check anymore symptoms, as if your face wasn't an obvious enough sign.

"Wait, look at me." He said as he noticed you trying to avoid his gaze. He gently grabs your face and holds on to it as he inspects your expression. You would have blushed if you weren't already. He looks at your pale sweaty face and sighs.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday? If you feel ill you should tell me, I'm more than happy to let you have a day off you know." He says as he slightly strokes your face.

"But I'm not ill, Isaac. It's just the heat is all." You say as your heart beats fast at the sudden contact. It technically wasn't a lie, the heat was getting to you more and more everyday.

"Your face says otherwise." Isaac says, "You're quite pale, you haven't been yourself recently. Are you sure it's not something else?" He places his hand on your forehead, "You're quite warm..." He whispers to himself as he looks at you with concern. "You know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

You nod as you look down, "I know, but I assure you it's nothing! I- always get like this when it gets to the summer months." What a lie. You just didn't want to distract him from his work, it's especially important recently as this one case has been bugging the both of you.

He hums, not seeming to believe you but denying it regardless. "Hmm fine. I'll give you ONE chance. But if you ever start to feel worse or anything else, please come straight to me. I don't want you passing out on me." He says as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge and hands it to you. "Like I said yesterday, please take it easy. I don't expect you to get a lot of work done today. Take it slow, alright?" He says as he rubs your back reassuringly.

You nod, taking a sip of water from the bottle. It felt like heaven.

"I will, I promise." You say, smiling slightly.

"Good." He says before giving you a quick peck on the lips before he retreats to his office. Before he leaves the room, he turns around and says, "Remember what I told you, no overworking past your limit, got it?"

You giggle slightly, before nodding. "Of course!" You say back.

He smiles before leaving fully, leaving you to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well that went well, for now." You think before trailing your overheated form to one of the rooms to start cleaning.

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Isaac was working on the case in his office, but he couldn't push the concerns of your well-being out of his mind. You looked so...exhausted. The image of you remained in his mind, until his concerns had enough. He put his work down and grabbed his phone, opening the CCTV and checked on where you were. You were in the library, dusting the shelves. You seemed fine, until he looked closer.

Your body was trembling, and your eyes seemed...tired. The way you dusted seemed weak, and uncoordinated. He sighed, knowing you didn't listen to him. He got up to walk to the room, to tell you to rest.

As he was walking, he heard a loud bang.

He froze.

He starts running, scared for your safety. Once he gets to the door,he bursts it open to find you on the floor on your back, eyes bearly open as your pale face twitches slightly. He runs over to you as he checks your pulse, breathing a sigh of relief as he realizes you're still alive.

Through your half lidded blinking eyes, you could see his silhouette. You try to speak but it just comes out incoherent. He shushes you as he rests your head on his lap, trying to get your blood flow back to where it needs to go.

"Shh shh, your okay. I've got you." He says, trying to seem as calm as possible as he holds your face, feeling worried as he had a feeling this would happen.

Your eyes try to focus on him, but your vision is too woozy to even focus on one thing at a time. You try to say something again, but it just comes out the same - incoherent.

"Shh don't say anything. Just take your time." He says gently, trying to coax you not to panic. You couldn't see much, all you could feel was his hand softly stroking across your face, rubbing small circles into it comfortingly.

Your hands twitch by your sides, as you let him embrace you, take care of you even. Finally giving in to his care, along side that one night with the nightmare. You keep staring up at him, slowly your senses coming back to you. Your tired expression made him frown. He had a feeling you wouldn't listen to his words.

He keeps stroking your face, whispering soothing words to make you calm. Which is out of character - but he has a softer side for you. Only for you.

Your vision regains back, as you focus now on his face. He sees this and smiles slightly.

"I-Isaac?" You begin, wondering when he got here.

"Non of that. I'm just...glad you're okay." He says as he hushes you. "How do you feel?" he asks.

"My head hurts." You say as your tense body twitches, "And warm..."

"Mmm...I thought so. I told you not to overwork yourself, didn't I?" He says gently.

"I-I'm sorry I just, didn't want to bother you. I know that there has been a lot going on about that case and-"

"I told you this already, you don't need to apologise for this." He cuts you off, "If you are feeling faint, you should rest. I don't want this happening again. You're lucky I found you or it could have been fatal."

You just nod, looking down, resisting the urge to apologise again.

"I-I know. I'm so-"

"Don't." he sighs gently. "Come on, do you feel well enough to stand now? Or do you need some more time?"

You debate for a moment, before saying yes. Seeing your confirmation he gently lifts you to sit up, making sure to do it slowly so you don't faint again.

"Alright slowly now. Hold on to me." He says as he grabs your arms, pulling you up and holding your waist steady so you don't wobble.

You lean into him, regaining your movement back for a few moments before standing up fully, still holding on to him. He studies you with care as he makes sure you don't fall.

"Do you think you can walk?" He asks as he keeps his hold on you.

You try to take a step but stumble slightly, and he takes that as an answer.

"I'll take that as a no." He says, holding you, leaning you into him as he picks you up gently. This startles you a bit, not expecting him to do this.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you cling to him, determined not to fall.

"I'm carrying you, what else?" He states.

"But you don't need to. I can manage myse-"

"Stop hesitating. You take care of me all the time, so it's only fair I return the favour. You obviously need some assistance, and I can't leave you alone after that."

You stay quiet after he says that, leaning into him slightly as you let him tend to you.

"Hmm, that's what I thought."

He walks down the halls, carrying you to your bedroom and placing you on the bed as gently as possible. He checks your forehead.

"You're still quite warm...I'll get you some water from the bathroom, alright?" He walks over to the bathroom in your room, grabbing a glass and handing it to you.

"I assume you want to rest after that." He says while he turns the fan on next to your bed that he gave you.

"But what about work?" You say as you place the glass of water down on the bedside table.

"I've told you already, if you need to rest I don't mind obliging to you and letting you take the day off." He looks into your eyes. "Come on, lie down."

You do as you're told, your body yearning for rest. He settles you down in the bed, not putting the blanket fully over you, only up to your knees as he knows the heat plays a part in your current condition.

"Comfortable?" He asks. You nod in response.

"Hmm.." He leans in to kiss you gently, before pulling away and stroking your hair. "Get all the rest you can. I'll check on you soon. In the meantime, I'll grab a few things to help your condition, alright?"

"Okay..." You say as he gives you another kiss, and walks towards the door, smiling as he turns around to look at you one last time before gently closing the door behind him.

"I'll take care of you, I promise."

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Hii! I hope you enjoyed my first Isaac writing :D

so sorry it took a long time to get out, ive been really busy over the last week. this was my first time writing for isaac so i hope it was okay! If theres any mistakes please tell me because i finished this really late

thank you for reading!

-Jasper

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