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xanthus x reader

xanthus comforts you!

ANOTHA ONE! and ofc its xanny again what can i sayyy i love my pookie- this was meant to be more wholesome butttt i chopped off an entire part that just didn't flow with everything

alsooo finals season is starting and ill be busy suffering for the next two weeks sooo i may complete one more fic later this week then disappear for a while

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“You're in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter”

You’re not one to sulk, throughout your life you’ve learnt that pointless worrying will never prove to be an advantage and overthinking weighs you down like a heavy burden. Although sometimes you can’t help but think of home especially now when your life is thrown on the line all over again. The home you once knew and loved isn’t your home anymore. The home you abandoned to pursue a better life. Ironically, that peace was short-lived and danger seems to follow you everywhere you go; it seeps into the cracks of your life, it follows you to every crevice of the earth.

Sometimes you wonder about your parent and if they think of you too. It would be funny to explain the course your life has taken to them. It would be nice to introduce Xanthus to them. Would that be possible? Are they even alive still? Nothing is guaranteed, nothing at all. Maybe someday you could track them down. Someday you could see them again and hug them but would they even remember you? Have they already moved on and forgotten about you?

That’s impossible, right?

Dontis’ home has a spectacular view of the city, his balcony was a perfect to observe the city’s rich culture but that wasn’t your reason for gazing down at the lights and colours that illuminated the streets. You wished to clear your mind, avoid your thoughts of home and your parents but the families that hurried excitedly through the streets together did not help you whatsoever. If anything, it made your current predicament worst.

Teardrops fall onto your hand, the wet stream cooling in the nigh time breeze as it rolls down your cheeks leaving a glistening trail in their wake. Shit, you didn’t mean to cry not when Xanthus can feel what you feel.

“Love, are you out there?” his soothing voice calls from behind you.

Crap it’s too late now.

“Yeah, uh I’m here” your hands quickly drag against your cheeks wiping away any sign of tears before you head inside.

He stood by the glass doors, waiting for you. You don’t say a word. You walk straight to him pressing resting your forehead against. His hands immediately wrap around your body and he placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“What’s the matter my love?” his voice is so gentle, so patient.

It makes you break down all over again. Your lips quiver, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you sob into him. Xanthus is so sooo patient with you. He stays with you silently rubbing small circles on your back and resting his face against your hair.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there with him but it was long enough for you to calm down. Hiccups leaving your throat as you pull back from him.

“’m sorry” you mumble

“You don’t have to be love” he cradles your face in his palms.

“I ruined your shirt” you eye the wet splotch on the front of his shirt but Xanthus only lets out a short chuckled.

“That’s the last thing on my mind right now” he kisses your forehead. “Come on, let’s get you comfortable”

He walks you to the plush sofa and drapes a soft blanket over your shoulders before disappearing into the kitchen. Within seconds he’s back by your side with water and he takes a seat next to you.

“Thank you Xan” you take a sip of your water.

“I promised to take care of you didn’t I? Now, do you want to talk about it?” concern is evident in his voice and his eyes.

“I don’t know, lately I’ve been thinking about my parents and I guess it makes me sad. I think during my time away from them I’ve romanticized a relationship that’s far better the one we actually had.” A deep sigh heaves from your chest “Truth be told, I’m not even sure they’d remember me. It’s been so long and I still somehow miss them and the relationship we could have had if I stayed”

“That’s alright love, it’s understandable” he lays on the sofa pulling you close to him. “Sometimes I feel it too.”

“Really?” you perk up like a puppy, only slowly like a rather sick puppy given how miserable you feel.

“Yeah” he looks down at you “It’s been 400 years but sometimes I think of a fond memory and I long for their presence again too.” The sadness doesn’t get lost in his voice and its clear Xanthus understands exactly how you feel.

“It’s mostly memories of my brother and my mother but it’s enough to make me miss them in my life.” He continued.

“I’m sorry” you weren’t sure how to reply, it felt most natural to let your actions say what your words couldn’t. You close your eyes and hugged him tighter.

“Don’t be, it’s not something we can change.” He smiles. “And we may not have families but we have each other don’t we?”

You look up at him to find his piercing eyes already looking for yours.

“We do.”

You smile at him and he pulls your body onto his chest. His lips fit perfectly against yours slowly savouring the feeling and taste. Your hands grip his shirt and his slips under the thick blanket to hold onto your waist. He pulls away slowly, reluctantly.

“And we’ll always have each other”

“Always” you parrot and he places a kiss on your forehead.

For the rest of the night Xanthus stays cuddled up with you in Dontis’ balcony, sharing fond memories, tracing patterns in the stars and eventually you fall asleep in his arms.

There's a glimmer in his eyes then he speaks again. “I have an idea, come here” he gets up, pulling you to follow him.

Life has definitely taken a turn through another dangerous path, but you aren’t complaining. You don’t bother yourself with such a mediocre thing either, because through every hardship, every conflict, you aren’t alone. Xanthus has been here from the start and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll be here until the very end. You can feel it when he holds you close, when he kisses you, and especially when he looks you in the eyes and tells you how much he loves you.

The guarantee of a future is unknown but you’d die and do it all over again if it meant Xanthus was by your side.

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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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Isaac and listener having their first ever disagreement/misunderstanding as lovers ever ever???

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐲 ꨄ Isaac

˜”* ❝𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚.❞

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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ.

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Beep.

“Hey, when you get this, can you call me back? I want to make sure you’re okay. Bye, honey.”

Beep.

“It’s been an hour… I made some food for us. I know I normally don’t cook but you’re, wherever you are and I wanted to make something for us. Call me when you get this, love you.”

Beep.

“It’s been about… 4 hours since the last one? I’m getting kind of worried. I mean, I know you, you wouldn’t ignore me or anything so I hope you’re okay. Just make sure to call me when you get this, bye.”

Beep.

“honey, please come home, It’s three in the morning.”

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You open the door quietly. You knew you were gone for a long time but didn’t want to wake up Isaac.

“Welcome home.”

You jumped at the voice that spoke to you.

“Isaac? What are you doing up right now?”

You put your coat up and walk closer to him.

“Where were you?”

“Isaac, you need to slee–”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Y/N. Where were you?”

You’d never seen him this angry before especially not to you. You knew what the time was, you knew how tired he was.

“Isaac we can talk about this when you get the sleep you need.”

“The sleep I need? You were gone since, what, nine? Do you know how many times I tried calling you?”

“I was busy.”

“And you couldn’t call back? I thought something happened to you, I didn’t know where you were and why.”

“You didn’t need to. I’m sorry I was gone for so long but I’m here now.”

You walked away out of frustration and went into the kitchen.

“No, we’re not doing this. What if you got hurt?”

“But I didn’t! Isaac, I need you to stop trying to babysit me! You’re always trying to fucking watch over me but I’m grown. I don’t need you to watch me all the damn time!”

You could hear him get up to follow you, clearly pissed. 

“Maybe because I care about you?! I don’t want to find out that I couldn’t protect you or some crazy shit like that! I was sitting here for hours, waiting, all because you couldn’t pick up the phone! You’re mad at me? I’m the one that should be mad! You know I’m paranoid, Y/N.”

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and a cup to pour it in. You weren’t ‘mad’ at him, you just didn’t feel like arguing.

There was a new found tension between the two of you and you didn't like it. It felt tight, suffocating.

“Isaac,” You look at him.

He stops his movement to look at you. His eyes were full of worry and anger.

“I understand, you worry about me. I’m sorry I didn’t call you back. I didn’t mean to make you worry, okay? I just don’t want to fight and I just want us to be okay.”

“We are okay. I just– just, tell me next time. You didn’t even let me know before you left.”

You put everything down and hugged him. He was fragile and you forgot that. There was so much built-up emotion in his system and you could tell. He melted into you a bit, he needed to let go.

“I’m sorry, Isaac. I love you, okay?”

He looked at you and smiled, “I love you too, honey. We can have a better conversation about this later, okay?”

You nodded and took him to bed. 

Sure enough, when he woke up, he gave you an entire lecture about not answering your phone but you knew he just wanted you to be safe. Though, given his past, you knew you should’ve said something.

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thank u for requesting but how DARE YOU (ily)

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.❞

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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

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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Not ZSakuVA pulling me into this fandom by the fucking hair with the Zaros audio. I wrote a fanfic, 6k words, it's lil angsty. based off of @why-me-marti lil post about a ball and Zaros asking listener to dance again. I am DESPERATE!! for Zaros content. and since he's so new i figured no one will really do a fic with him. honoured to be the first <3

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

Isaac final audio was great. Never imagined a fictional character can have such control over my emotions. Thank you Isaac, thank you for the 3 years old series and thank you Zsakuva. Isaac will always be special and seeing him getting the love and comfort he deserves makes all my problems disappear. Live laugh love Isaac … we will see you in the future 🙏 I’m not crying IM NOTT PLS SOMEBODY HELPPP