If You Could Pick One Character To Spend The Rest Of Your Life With, Who Would It B?

— can’t catch me now

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] xanthus claiborne

a/n: just a heads up this is not written like my usual fan fictions <3

a cold numbness spreads through xanthus’ body as he watches the scene in front of him unfold. the lifeless body of his lover lays on the floor in front of him. their blood pools around them as xanthus looks up to the assailant with eyes that pierce through their soul. what happens next xanthus can barely remember, the room is flooded with painful screams as they plead for mercy but in the end he now stands over two bodies, covered in blood that is not his. the warmth of his lover has faded and is now only a distant memory. he cradles their corpse in his arms and lets out a wail of grief he didn’t know he had in him.

the next few years tick by agonizingly. the empty feeling hasn’t left him since that faithful day. the hole that his lover left feels as though it grows deeper with each passing month. he sees them everywhere in the little things humans do that resemble them when they were still among the living. it’s always the smallest thing, like the way someone in the distances laughs or a passing smell of a perfume/cologne they had used. their presence lingers in xanthus’ mind always, they’re stuck in his memory.

every person he feeds from leaves a sour taste in his mouth, for in his mind it is not the same. he is drinking to live but before he was once drinking because he loved. each taste is bittersweet and unfamiliar.

‘it’s not fair.’

xanthus thinks to himself as he stares down at passed out body of his latest victim. he wonders why he wasn’t strong enough to defend the love of his painfully immortal life. every waking moment he exists, he is haunted by the ghost of what could’ve been.

xanthus drowns himself in sleepless nights with nameless people trying to feel what he felt before but to no avail. the emptiness is never filled, he remains hollow and feels like a half of him is missing, the better half of him.

unfinished paintings litter the floor of xanthus’ home, all portraits of his deceased lover and each one is painted slightly differently then the one before it. the details of their face are fading in the memory that xanthus was once so proud of. it hurts to slowly forget someone that he once loved. he regrets not taking more photos over them when he had the chance.

he picks up a blank canvas and his brushes to begin on another painting of the face they he once kissed with his own lips. he starts painting the only face of yours that his burned in his memory, unfortunately for him it’s a face that wasn’t living. after only a few hours he stands back from his work and lets his eyes drink in what he has created.

if no one knew the story behind the painting they might say it’s the most beautiful piece they’ve ever seen, but xanthus refuses to let anyone other than him see the worst image he has in his memory. he knows that only he should be the one to live with the pain, since he believes it is his fault for the death of his partner.

hot tears stream down his face as xanthus bares his teeth in anger. he throws the painting across the room in a fit of rage and collapses on the floor in a broken mess.

‘they are gone because i wasn’t fast enough. i was careless.’

the painting lays broken in a mess across from an open window, the draft it creates carries the smell of fresh paint throughout the large building. the moon’s glow floods the rooms and creates a makeshift spotlight on the destroyed painting, which draws xanthus’ attention away from his pity party.

the wet paint glistens in the pale moonlight until a shadow appears on the windowsill, the shadow of a small bird. xanthus looks at it quizzically and carefully shifts to move closer, worried that the bird might flee at the sudden movement, but it doesn’t. the bird remains on the sill even as xanthus looks over it, in fact it even looks up at him to chirp happily.

without even realizing xanthus extends his finger for the bird to perch itself on and it does so with hesitation. he’s confused about this little fearless bird, birds are the definition of fight or flight and yet this one chooses neither.

‘could it be?’

xanthus’ mind fills with delusional hope for in the back of his mind he knows it couldn’t be possible, yet he has no idea why this bird is not afraid; maybe it’s because they never were.

the bird chirps once more almost as if to say goodbye before flying back out of the open window. the moon shines off its wings and xanthus watches as it goes. maybe someday he’ll be with you again, flying together above the trees in the moonlight.

please reblog to show support ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

i get so many requests about the listener dying so i was like i wonder what xanthus would do with himself after?

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

Heyyyy! I love your writing so much, the aesthetics are just *chef’s kiss* <3

I was wondering if you could do Isaac and listener going to some kind of formal event (maybe Azriel invites them or something)! Idk, I just think it’d be interesting to see Isaac’s reaction to his lover in a fancy outfit 🤭

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 ♥ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

You were getting ready for an event Isaac was dragging you to. He said you were both invited but you didn’t believe him. 

Isaac gave you a few different outfit options and left you to decide. You went for a red and black theme, it was just a no-brainer. 

Seeing yourself in the mirror was definitely… interesting. You hadn’t seen yourself like this in a while. Looking at yourself made you feel more confident and less anxious. 

You finished getting ready and went to the living room to meet Isaac before you two would leave. Your footsteps stopped when you saw him. You guys accidentally matched…

“I’m ready!” You said, smiling and spinning so he could see your outfit. 

He just kind of stood there though. It was weird. 

“Isaac?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I just, um… You look good.”

“Aw, you think so? I think you look good too.”

His cheeks went slightly pink as he looked away for a moment. He knew saying ‘You look good’ was a major understatement but if he said what he was thinking, he’d sound crazy. 

“We should head out, you got everything?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

He nodded and took your hand along with his keys. You’d be the biggest liar if you said it wasn’t the hottest thing ever but you know how to control yourself. 

He went to his car and opened the door for you. The gesture was cute but you were so focused on the fact that both of you were actually leaving the house for once. As you waited for him to get in on his side, you fidgeted a little. 

You saw him get in and smiled in excitement. 

“You excited?”

“Well, of course.”

“I lied earlier, when I said you looked good.”

Wait what. 

“You look,” He put one hand on your thigh and rubbed gently, “Stunning.”

Oh. 

Oh…?

OH.

OHHHH!!!!!

You were practically screaming inside. This handsome man who happened to be your boss and also the literal STANDARD just called you stunning. HE THOUGHT YOU WERE STUNNING!!

“You think I’m stunning?”

“Y/N, you already look gorgeous when we’re at home but right now…”

Oh he had lost control. 

Classy Isaac was out and this Isaac was here looking at you in a way that could make anyone fold. 

It was all for you. 

“We might be a little late.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Well.... hehehehehhehhehhahahahhhehhahhahehha

ANYWAY ... THANK U FOR REQUESTING (and ty for the compliment bae) I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD (if not I'll just make another part because this one might need it)

Me

I love how all xanthus stans are theorising and trying to figure out when the next video comes out like (i am one of them😃)

i come here and say everything is audrics fault i bet hes the one after us

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐱 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Genre: fluff/comfort

c/w: implied/mentions of trauma, abuse, assault themes

a/n: I wrote this at 3am while I'm the kitchen because a spider was in my bedroom

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Isaac had never been one to be very affectionate, he was a very busy man with work and such. It would often only range from small hugs before he left for work to spooning while you both slept, it was never more than that. This however, it made you feel a little insecure, making your mental health slightly decrease.

You were alone at home, the house was empty. Isaac was working late and your thoughts were bearing down on you, chomping away at you. You were tired, your eye bags showing the extent of worry and stress you felt.

Your mental health had just been plumeting lately with thoughts of how Isaac may leave you. He knew you were often worried and over thought this. Due to your last and past relationships, he always tried to put things right between the two of you, never wanting you to feel left out or alone at all. He was there for you and wanted you to feel loved despite him not showing it very often.

You sighed, the sunset turning into a watercoloured scene, the colours blurred nicely into each other. Yet it felt so lonely. Your hands slowly slid up to your face and hid it, you then felt the warmth of tears burning your palms.

The scene was emotional to anyone who saw it while peering up at the window at you. The apartment was large and had large windows, allowing anyone outside to look up inside. You sighed and looked at your phone, Isaac hadn't messaged yet.

You stood up and wiped away your tears while you crouched and got a start on dinner. It would probably go cold before Isaac got back again. Yet.. you would still cook, the food hot in the pan while you made a simple recipe.

You didn't know if Isaac would even be coming home tonight. The thoughts were making you spiral and you soon became emotional, tears forming again as you cried. Your body slumped to the floor, spoon in hand and your arms still half folded on the counter. You looked so done.

You hadn't even noticed Isaac had walked through the door due to this. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened and he quickly put down his things and came over. His hand pat your shoulder and he crouched to your level, his hands sliding to your face as he looked at you.

"Oh love.."

He sighed in a soft way, his large hands held your cheeks either side of your face, tracing your scars and such as you cried, your hands angrily and uncontrollably trying to push him away but he didn't care and pulled you in for a hug, he knew you needed it, as soon as he felt your body melt against his.

"I've got you.. I've got you shh shh shh.. Let me take care of you"

You had never felt him be so touchy, it made you almost calm immediately. Hands calmly touched you and lifted your body into his large, muscled arms. He sat down on the sofa and grabbed a blanket, wrapping you up and cuddling you. You let him do whatever he pleased at this point, you craved this comfort.

"Such a good pet for me. There you go, calm.."

He smiled softly and kissed your head, letting you rest in his lap. The rain outside gently hit the windows and added to the comfort, the tv quietly playing an animal documentary that both you and Isaac watched. His hands played with your hair while you came down from your meltdown, soft hair stayed in between his fingers as you both fell asleep.

The image of you both passed out and exhausted on the sofa would never not be cute or funny. Your face was red and teary, yet hidden in Isaacs chest your breath warm. Isaac meanwhile was holding your waist with one hand and one on the back of your head. Neither of you heard his phone ringing later that night. You both deserved this break and Isaac finally having time to touch you (he was most definitely ignoring the call)

Maybe you are made to be loved, you deserve this after everything.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

a/n: AH, I'm so sorry this is so short I have such bad writers block 😭 I'm probably going to write a part 2 where he takes you for a day out

Prelude in C-Sharp Minor

The piece I had in mind was Rachmaninov's Prelude in C-Sharp Minor.

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

Xanthus plays the piano to express his emotions. You hear his pain.

Since your mission to take down the Trimedian, Xanthus had been distant. 

You brushed it off at first, thinking he needed some time on his own to recover from the shock and the betrayal you knew he must have felt when he saw Audric again. People dealt with trauma in different ways, and while you felt safest wrapped in his arms, you recognized that having spent as much time relying solely on himself to deal with everything might have led Xanthus to need to process things on his own. You didn’t push. 

He would come to you if he needed someone to hold on to. He would talk to you if he needed to express his emotions and just vent for a while. He would nuzzle his head into your shoulder and cry if he needed to, wouldn’t he?

Xanthus was always there for you when you woke up screaming from another nightmare or felt tears choking you as you thought back to the mission. He could feel your emotions, so he was next to you in an instant, gathering you into an embrace and making you feel safe, reminding you that it was over, that you were alright, promising he would not let anything happen to you. Never again.

Despite the bond, you had not felt any feeling of terror, anger, or sadness coming from Xanthus. It was almost as if he had blocked you out, stifled his emotions so they would not get to you.

While he tried to put up a cheerful facade around you, his smile never reached his eyes anymore and the faux levity he brought into the thick atmosphere that had appeared in the mansion made you all the more worried for him. 

It did not help that his smile always dropped when you turned your back, and no matter how much effort he put into hiding it, the anguish in his ruby eyes could not be concealed. 

The soft notes of the piano carried gently through the hallway as you descended the stairs. Xanthus played beautifully, despite insisting that he was severely out of practice and had forgotten a lot of techniques over the decades. 

You walked quietly over to the living room, where the grand piano stood in front of the floor-length window. The flames in the open fireplace painted the room in a gentle light, illuminating the sheets Xanthus was reading from. You could not help but admire his form as he sat perched on the piano stool, moving his upper body in tandem with the notes he struck on the keys in Lento. 

The melody switched suddenly from feeling like a gentle but tragic autumn breeze to a grave, hurried expression of despair and fear as the tempo picked up. The playing nearly felt chaotic, and it made your heart ache to see the earnestness with which Xanthus conveyed the heaviness of the piece.

To him, it expressed the disarray of his thoughts and feelings.

He had nearly lost you on the mission. He had put you in danger, even though you always reminded him that you had gone willingly, fully understanding the risk you were taking. It did not matter. When you were separated, he had failed to protect you. He had let you down.

He had broken his promise to you.

It kept him up at night, the memory of the fear he had felt and could sometimes still feel coming from you through the bond; the sound of Audric's smooth voice as he taunted him for his affection, his weakness.

The Agitato concluded as Xanthus struck the notes, making you wince at the burning anger you heard in them. They sounded nearly discordant from the force with which he played them.

No matter how loud he played, the echo of Audric's venomous laugh, the sound of your fearful breaths never left his mind.

As the tempo picked up again, Xanthus continued striking the keys, pouring his heart into the forte fortissimo and adding such melancholy and despair into his playing that pesante did not begin to cover the pain you could hear him express.

Tears gathered in your eyes at only being able to guess at the anguish he was going through because Xanthus simply would not talk to you. Maybe he would, in his own time, but only watching and hearing him suffer through everything alone made your heart break regardless. The notes he played on the piano were the only expression of his grief you had been witness to.

The volume decreased slowly, with a few changes of rhythm. Xanthus sighed as he played Lento, the last notes of the piece carrying through the room like a whisper of defeat.

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” he whispered into the heavy silence stretching across the room, “It’s quite distracting when I try to keep the rhythm.” Xanthus turned around on the stool, the light of the fireplace reflecting in his eyes and painting his face in a warm glow. 

You could see the gravity the gaze levelled at you and came closer, brushing your hand along his cheek in a gentle caress. “You play beautifully,” you told him, bending down to place a tender kiss against his lips. 

Xanthus hummed into the kiss, a small smile appearing on his face as you broke apart. “I have you to be my muse, love,” he said, placing his hand over yours to pepper soft kisses against your palm. 

“It was rather heavy, though.”

“Rachmaninov told a suffocating tale in it, yes,” Xanthus conceded, standing up to guide you to the sofa facing the fireplace. “That doesn’t make it any less of a masterpiece. The tragedy and despair conveyed so candidly— they make it one of the most emotional pieces I have ever played.”

You took hold of his hands, beginning to play with his fingers and rubbing your thumbs against his joints. A pianist's hands ached after playing difficult pieces, you had read somewhere. “You know I’m here if you need me, right?” you asked quietly, looking him in the eyes. 

His gaze softened as he leaned over to kiss you again. “I know, love,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, “Thank you.”

The two of you stayed cuddled together for the rest of the evening, gazing into the flames.

“Why don’t you play Liszt’s Campanella next time?” you teased after a while, raising one of his hands to your lips. 

“Very funny, love.”

Help me !!! saku said that we will get an Valentine’s Day audio. But I forgot which character… it was Isaac or Xanthus I can’t find the information in the long live stream PLS ANYONE TELL ME !!!

NVM I FOUND IT ITS XANTHAS YAHHHHHHH YIPPPEEEE

@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) ✧

༺—————————☆——————————༻

[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

༺—————————☆——————————༻

"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."

༺—————————☆——————————༻

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

༺—————————☆——————————༻

How is the „ai generator“ ad allowed on here help pls 😭😭😭