𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 - 𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞

im not defending myself against a vampire. suck away gorgeous

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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Strictly Business

Isaac asks for a relationship that is entirely professional. You oblige, to both your disappointment.

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Warnings: talk of insomnia

“I just thought—” you began hesitantly, moving the tray of cinnamon swirls closer to Isaac, prompting him to take a second one. The placating motion did nothing to ease the frown on his face. His hard stare remained fixed on you, annoyed and dismissive. You felt your heart sinking and averted your eyes.

Isaac hummed unbothered as if he couldn’t care less about your request to spend time together — as if he did not care in the slightest to entertain your pathetic longing for human company. “I’m busy, you know,” he said by way of dismissal and pushed the plate of freshly baked cinnamon swirls back towards you. 

After a bit of prying, you had found out that his mother used to make them when he felt sad and — with the anniversary of his parent’s death so recent — you wanted to cheer him up and surprise him with his comfort food. Isaac did not appreciate your efforts, evidently.

You tried to take the blunt rejection of both your company and care for him in stride, but you could not suppress the tight clench of your jaw as your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. “If I overstepped the other day in the garden,” you said slowly, raising your gaze to meet Isaac’s and show him the sincerity of your apology, “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I—”

“It’s fine,” he said curtly, rising from his seat at the table and straightening his tie. “Think nothing of it. It was a lapse of judgment on both parts. We can pretend it never happened.”

“But I actually—”

“No,” Isaac interrupted, holding up a hand to silence you, “our relationship is strictly professional and I intend to keep it that way. I’m sorry, but I am in no way interested in anything more. There is nothing between us. Understand?” 

Isaac’s stare burned into you and you swallowed thickly, hiding how much his words hurt. “I understand,” you said in a tone so calm and drained of feeling it took Isaac aback. 

He blinked in surprise, no longer used to your flat tone and apathetic stare. ‘Sir’ hung unsaid in the air between you. Isaac cleared his throat to break the loaded silence stretching across the house again. 

You got up from your seat, brushing down the front of your clothes. “Well, as you said, my services will not be needed on my day off. I will be in the library should you change your mind,” you said tonelessly, leveling Isaac stoically. 

There was a glint of worry in his eyes, a chip in his armor you could only spot because you had spent many hours with him, paying close attention to his expressions and mannerisms. Isaac looked unsure. His mouth was slightly agape, but whatever he wanted to say was buried a moment later, hidden behind the thick wall of nonchalance and indifference he put up. 

The crack in his mask was sealed, and expressionless eyes met your own.

“Happy reading.”

Isaac thought he knew what loneliness felt like — he had lived in solitude for years now — but no amount spent on his own had prepared him for the heart-wrenching sorrow he felt as you continuously brushed him off, retreating into yourself and being the strict definition of utterly professional. 

He felt hollow, watching you set the table with only one plate for him to eat at alone, hearing your monotonous voice ask him if he would prefer rice or pasta, seeing your lips twist in a polite but ingenuous smile as you greeted him in the mornings, handing him his coffee and disappearing to start on your daily chores. 

There had been no sweets, nor snacks you would prepare for him and shily requested he give you feedback on. There were no little bursts of light throughout his day as your paths crossed and you shot him a smile or playful wink. 

There were no intimate moments between you two where you would look at him with an open, vulnerable expression and rest your head against his chest as you told him about your past. There was no tender, featherlight caress of your fingers on his cheeks as he revealed some of his fears and troubles to you. 

You had shut him out, adhering to the boundaries he had impulsively set as his anxieties got the better of him. Now he was left with the consequences of pushing you away.

‘There is nothing between us,’ he had said, but why was his heart breaking every time you looked at him with your cold stare and turned your back a moment later? Why was he lying awake at night, his mind occupied only with thoughts of you as the devouring feeling of loneliness and loss swelled in his chest and choked him? Why was he missing you so terribly that it made tears gather in his eyes when you had your back turned?

It was pathetic, and one night, after you had shot down his concern for the dark circles under your eyes and told him it should be of no matter as long as you performed your duties to his standard, he recognized his sentiment to be a lie. 

There was something between you. There had to be because the sinking feeling as you, clearly hurting, turned away once more tore him to shreds. There was no other explanation for it, but Isaac was afraid of what that realization brought with it.

He was afraid that the admission to his all-encompassing love for you would be the very thing that destroyed him. Everyone he loved was gone, and he felt his hands beginning to shake at the thought that you — now among those he adored — would meet the same fate because he was too slow, too weak, too incompetent to protect you.

Still, there was only so much hollowness he could endure, and the loneliness engulfing him was so acute that it had begun hurting to exist in the house. Your brief company somehow made him feel the loneliest of all.

A quiet sound of protest came from one of the corners of the library as Isaac switched off the light. “Sorry,” he apologized tiredly, turning the light back on to look at you, huddled on the small sofa with a blanket around you and a book in your hands. Judging by the cover, it was Frankenstein. “I thought you had already gone to bed and left the light on by mistake. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. It was late. However, something kept you from sleeping for the past few weeks, and no matter how tired you were, it was nearly impossible for you to doze off. At times, when the morning sun was slowly rising over the horizon and the first rays illuminated the dark blue of night, it felt like you were too tired to fall asleep.

“No worries,” you said curtly, resuming your reading, “I will make sure to turn off the light when I go up in a minute. Good night.” 

The lie rolled off your tongue as if it were nothing. Isaac did not move from his place in the doorway. You knew he knew that you couldn’t sleep. It was evident in your appearance, your red eyes with dark bags beneath them that looked more like bruises with every passing day. The soft footsteps he could hear pacing around the house at night when you were too restless to sit down. He would be a lousy private investigator if he had not noticed your insomnia coming back in full force.

“I—” he said into the silence, making you look towards him.

“It is rather late,” you answered, trying to discourage Isaac from starting any conversation. In truth, it hurt having him near you when he was seemingly an infinity away, hidden behind some brick wall he had put up to keep the world out — you included. 

It was his decision, and after the kiss, or as he called it, a ‘lapse of judgment,’ you did not think it right to push his boundaries after he had so clearly told you and shown you with his actions, that he wanted nothing but a professional relationship with you. It made your heart crack, but you were adamant to give him only what he asked for, only as much as he wanted from you. It made the situation somewhat bearable to know it was what he wanted.

Isaac cleared his throat, stepping further into the room. “I know, but I— It’s just that you—” he stuttered, suddenly nervous at confronting you. “You haven’t been—”

“Well, I certainly am tired,” you said, marking the book to set it on the small table beside the couch and rising from your comfortable cocoon to fold the blanket neatly and place it over the back of the couch.

“Wait, I—”

“Good night then, boss.” You brushed past him and kept walking towards the door, but a hand on your wrist stopped you. “Don’t forget to turn off the light,” you said, fighting against the urge to lean into Isaac’s light touch. It wasn’t professional. That was not what he wanted. There was nothing between you.

“Don’t call me that, Pickle,” he said quietly, his thumb tracing small circles against your wrist. “I haven’t been— Our relationship has not been strictly business for a while now. It never was to begin with.”

“I thought that was what you wanted out of me,” you answered, unable to keep your voice from breaking as Isaac raised your hand to his lips, softly kissing the back of your hand. “You said—”

“I was wrong,” he said quickly, his eyes so earnest that you could not help but believe him, “I was scared that I would get too close to you after the kiss and then you would— you would leave me and— I don’t think I can go through that again, losing a person I love.”

At Isaac‘s words, something within you broke.

Tears began welling up in your eyes and you stepped closer to wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, which he returned immediately. It felt so good to have him close to you again, his fingers running soothingly along your back as you could feel his elevated heartbeat pounding in his chest.

“You love me?” 

Isaac swallowed, squeezing you tighter and pulling you even closer to him as he steeled himself. “I do,” he said shakily, but the truth of his words was evident in the underlying confidence with which he delivered them, “and I’m sorry I made you doubt that. I’m sorry I pushed you away and dismissed our relationship as a mere work association when it has always been more than that. I— I was scared and I didn’t know what to do after you— after what you did for me and—“

You leaned back enough to meet his gaze. “Can I kiss you?” you asked, longing to do it properly this time, wanting to erase the bitter taste of rejection that had accompanied the feeling of Isaac’s lips on yours.

“Please,” he whispered, inclining his head as you moved to meet his lips.

Suffice it to say, with Isaac lying next to you in his soft double bed — him pulling you close and whispering sweet nothings into the darkness of night as your head rested on his chest and his arms were securely wrapped around you — you fell asleep almost immediately.

Isaac smiled, placing a kiss against the top of your head as he listened to your breathing even out.

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Becoming A Pet For The Master || Audio RP | M4A

You have been imprisoned for a while, in a dark place with nothing to keep you company but other captives. Today, a stranger approaches you

Only listened to his audio to hopefully hear something about Isaac and Xanthus 🙏

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.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

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)

Reblog if you've ever cried over the death of a fictional character

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

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the new xanthus audio oh wow

anyone of the zsakuva community that shifted there ? :)