Birdyyyyyy - Birdy

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

If you could pick one character to spend the rest of your life with, who would it b?

I mean obviously you are going to say Alex but if not him 😛🥰

LMAOOOOOO ANON YOU GOT JOKES

This is hard, because I’m really attached to most of these characters! But, if I have to choose, it would most definitely be Xanthus!

From the very beginning he has been a real one. He looked out for us when we were getting stalked by Yandere boy, he was there when Fran was about to put us on a shirt, and he was still there when went on that mission. He took care of us every step of the way, and loves us in all of our entirety.

He never tries to run away from his problems, either. And I think he has the most integrity out of every character of the Sakuverse. He has more than a few skeletons in his closet and makes sure he doesn’t run away from any of them. He doesn’t make excuses for his actions—like when he accidentally killed Audric’s entire family. Even when Dontis was trying to give him an out by saying, “You didn’t know”, or “It was an accident”, he wasn’t taking ANY of that. He made sure to be honest about every kill he’s ever made, and doesn’t forget them because “they’re engraved in him.” He doesn’t whine about how hard life is, or throws a pity party whenever he makes a fatal decision. He simply recognizes the repercussions that will come with the choice he’s going to make, and simply lives with it—and that’s so commendable.

He loves art, (which is amazing, because I’m an artist), and is just a reliable person overall! I do admit, that he can be a bit overboard when it comes to the whole ‘possessive’ aspect of his personality, but compared to him, humans are weak and their lives last as long as mayflies. He is possessive because he wants to make sure that he can spend every last moment with us, and I think that’s beautiful.

If I was ever in a bind, I know he’ll be there for me. :)

And I also know that he’ll look after my kin after I’m gone, too. Which I find even more endearing.

Thanks for the ask! ❤️

ahhhh okay okay so the latest ask (this one: https://www.tumblr.com/zsakuva/739500232427143168/i-was-watching-your-stream-yesterday-and-you?source=share) made me think of something! since listener has kinda tried to embrace isaac’s japanese side (by making gyoza for example), wouldn’t it be so cute if they tried to learn a bit of japanese for him and surprise him with it? or if he helped them study it?? i feel like he’d be really patient and gentle with that kinda thing hehe. maybe he’d tease them about their pronunciation a bit, or encourage them if they were a little shy? gah~ idk i just think he’d be really sweet about it!

man, saku. you never fail to take my obsession for fictional men to a whole new level…

take care of yourself and say hi to kimahri~!!

If Housekeeper decided to learn Japanese and surprise Isaac with it, the amount of love he'd feel would be insurmountable. He would do more than soften his gaze; I think he'd swoon and believe he's dreaming. To him, he'd wonder how he had someone as precious as the Housekeeper for a lover.

Isaac would take great pride in teaching Housekeeper the Japanese language and culture!

Thank you! :D

Guys I have listened to Xanthus audio part 9 so often. I am smiling trough it THE ANGST ISNT ANGSTIE ENOUGH ANYMORE !!!

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.

@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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𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 ♥ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏᴅᴏʟʟ)

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

It was the afternoon and also the day after… last night. You hadn’t talked to Isaac at all since last night and it wasn’t intentional on your part. If anything, he was the one avoiding you. It felt weird but you knew why. You always wanted to be closer to Isaac but the events of last night… You two were way more than ‘close’.

Isaac acted like nothing ever happened. All of the things you guys did and the things you said were kind of discarded. It hurt. Maybe he only said those things and did those things because in that moment, that one moment, he actually thought you looked good. 

These thoughts taunted you like crazy. You didn’t have Isaac there to tell you that you weren’t overthinking things. You were just left in your own thoughts. 

The two of you passed every few hours and he wouldn’t make eye contact. It was like he got scared of you or something. It was enough to make you finally do something about it. 

“Isaac.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t go back to your study yet.”

“Y/N? I have work.”

“I know but if we don’t talk now, I’m not talking later.”

He looked at your hand gripping onto his wrist. He knew you were stubborn but this was definitely new. 

You led him to sit down with you before getting comfortable. To your suspicion, he scooted away from you, sitting further than he normally does.

“Okay, what’s going on with you? Like, why are you so awkward today?”

He looked at you trying to put a confused look on his face but he’s not that good at playing dumb. 

“What are you saying? I’ve just been busy.”

“Being busy hasn’t stopped you before. So, tell me. What is it?”

He looked at you and sighed in defeat. He seemed… nervous. 

“I didn’t think I’d tell you but I should’ve known you wouldn’t let me ignore you the whole day. Listen, last night was a lot for me.”

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize. I enjoyed it. A lot. You’re really important to me and being able to show you was great. The problem is, I could never bear the thought of losing you. No matter how or when. Before I fell asleep, I was thinking about it.”

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m about to say…I know it’s sudden but for me, it isn’t. I… love you. I love you, Y/N. I didn’t want to. Loving someone could be dangerous. No, it is dangerous. But, I could never stop myself from loving you.”

“You love me? I didn’t know. I always figured it was just me. 

“What?”

You give him a smile and inch closer to him. 

“I love you too. I didn’t think I’d be able to tell you.”

He moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug. You felt safe in his arms, the safest you’ve ever been.

“So…” You start, “What does this mean now? Like, what’re we gonna do?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Be with you.” You mumble out. 

“Hm? What’d you say? You wanna be with me?”

“Maybe.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips. It felt good to be like this with him again. Him being so physical with you. 

“Then it’s official. We’re together.”

“Does that mean you’ll take me out on dates now?”

“I wanna be your boyfriend, not your genie.”

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PART 2... i literally need to start writing my other baes but isaac too fine HES SO UGHGHHHHHHH (im a h03). anyways...

starting to fall for the isaac with a cat propaganda

PSSSHHHHH !!!

did you guys now that there was a collaboration with Xanthus (ZsakuVa) and an other artist called Akira. If you’re a Xanthus fan I recommend you check it out

Xanthus joins at 2:22 min. ENJOYYYYYY !!!

A Warm Study

Isaac x Housekeeper (M4A ver.)

Description: You've been hard at work with Isaac ever since you agreed upon being his assistant and lover. Not knowing what else could happen during this long night of work, your thoughts were proven wrong.

✨This writing is SFW✨

No wink wonk moments here whehe. For now >:)

A Warm Study

It's been awhile since you've been in the library, reading and examining key factors in the current case you and Isaac have been trying to crack. Your fatigue was at its beginning, but your determination about this case's finale kept your eyelids lifted as every page engulfed you in curiosity and new possible leads. Whilst you were reciting the case, Isaac took notes and carefully set salient sheets of paper to the side - to be studied later for interrogation. Being his assistant in these matters truly made work easy for him - whilst still housekeeping, you enjoyed both jobs.

By: Azulaoi

You two examined and studied into the night with no interruption. Not for long, hunger began to build overtime during your study. "I guess it's time for a break?" you thought. You look at Isaac, pondering over something on his laptop while he fidgets with his pen. You scoot closer to him to see what he was looking at; he was looking at some sort of address. He notices your close presence and glances at you, "Are you alright? Are you getting tired, [name?]". You rest your head on his shoulder, looking at him, "No, not at all. Why do you say that?". He looks at you directly, "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? We've been working since this morning with no breaks in between - it seems like we haven't eaten dinner yet. Except breakfast, of course.". When he mentioned dinner, you immediately got up.

He laughs, "Heh, no need to be alarmed. You don't need to cook dinner today. Let's eat something that doesn't require much work, alright?". You respond, "true... What shall we eat?". He put his pen down, closed his laptop and got up. "Let's eat, check and see if we have any frozen foods we can heat up.". You nod at his suggestion and head toward the kitchen.

You sit near the counter as he walks over and opens the refrigerator. He stood there until he pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer. "Hmm... I think this shall do. I wouldn't consider this dinner - it's more like a midnight snack," he laughs. It was late however, you wanted to eat something before you two could continue work. He opens one of the cabinets and grabs two glasses, "Before I bake the pizza, we should refresh ourselves first. God knows how long I haven't gone without drinking water today...". He then poured water into both glasses and handed one glass to you.

Isaac begins to converse about the current case you both have trying to figure out. You tried your best to hold onto every word he said, but all you could do was stand there and admire how passionate he was about this case. "Perhaps I'm too tired to keep track of what he's saying," you thought as you sip onto the glass. Suddenly, you leaned the glass too close, spilling it all over your chest. You held onto the glass tightly to not drop it. The impact of the cold water seeps through your top, leaving nothing but slight exposure. Isaac immediately puts down his glass, deeply sighing, "Here, let me help you. My [name], you are so clumsy.".

He grabs a couple napkins from the kitchen counter, drying your top gently. "I'm sorry, Isaac. I don't think napkins are going to help. I'm completely drenched..." you say in a disappointing tone. He stops wiping and looks at you, "Are you... also wet from the inside of your top?". You nod and blush at his response. He hums, pondering for a moment. He clears his throat, "Take off your top.". You blink rapidly, "Come again?". He repeats it once more but in a demanding tone, "Take off your top, [name]. I'll go get you a new one.". Your eyes widened as the tension between you both rose. You didn't want to make the situation more awkward, so you did what he asked.

Slipping your top off, you felt a cold breeze caress your body. Shivering, you crossed your arms around your chest to cover yourself. "Thanks, I'll be ba-", he stops mid sentence and glances at you. He begins to examine you, instantly blushing as his eyes lay on your exposed torso. "Is there something wrong?" you asked worriedly. He shakes his head, unbuttoning his shirt, "It's nothing... Anyways, I'll lend you my shirt for the time being. I can't see you freezing like this.". You watch as he slowly unbuttons the last half of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and wrapping it around yours.

Your gaze wanders around his torso. Internally salivating his veiny biceps, his bare big pectorals shining from the kitchen lights, and his beautiful crafted abs. "He looks absolutely dreamy," you thought to yourself. "I want to feel them...". He was taken aback from your non-filter response. "You... Want to feel what?" his eyebrows furrow and cheeks flushed. You step closer to Isaac, your eyes still glued onto his glamorous chest. Your inner instinct wanted to feel him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. Soon enough, your eyes drifted away from embarrassment. "I'm sorry... My mind completely slipped. I shouldn't have stared at you like that.". Isaac catches your gaze and caresses your cheek, "You don't need to apologize. Safe to admit, even I can't keep my eyes off of you sometimes... Like right now.".

You grabbed his hand and slowly lay your cheek against it. "It's so warm...". Your eyes connect with his, peering at him with fondness. Isaac smirks at you - as you continue to rest and rub your cheek on his hand. It felt so comfortable that you could fall asleep - his hand like a pillow. Your eyes began to rest, laying your head fully on his hand. You didn't want your fatigue to win you over but instead wanted to savor this moment with Isaac.

What felt like ages snuggling against his hand, you open your eyes to see him leaning close to you. Planting his soft lips on yours, you close your eyes once more. You rest your arms on his bare chest as his arms wrap around your waist. Trembling from his touch, you pull him closer, deepening the kiss between you both. It felt so warm being so close against him, especially since the house has been freezing lately. You could've asked him to turn on the heater, but your heart wanted him to be your personal heater and his warm touch around your body.

He faintly sighs as he pulls away from your quivering lips, "I... Should go put on another shirt. I'll also put your top in the washer to wash. Stay put, alright?". You nod and stare at his bare back as he leaves the kitchen towards the laundry room. Once his silhouette disappears from your sight, you begin to giggle at the thought of his painted round red ears. "Was he blushing this whole time?" you thought, giggling. Even though he tries to brush it off and act cool, you never thought Isaac would look this cute when he's in this state. You, of course, wanted to see this side of him more often.

After waiting for his arrival for a few minutes, Isaac returns back. Your heart slightly drops as you notice something different from his facial expression: it was coldly stern. He walks up to you with his phone in hand "I'm sorry for taking a while, [name]. I was... Answering a call just now. Seems like we have found some new leads to our case.". You return his response with a smile, "That's great, isn't it? We are getting close to its finale!". He lets out a disappointing sigh, "Hm... Not quite, actually. This is still the beginning, and we still have lots to investigate here and there.". You nodded and looked down. "I know it's tough... But I'm truly grateful that you lend a hand on these cases. Without you, I would've pulled another all nighter," he says with a reassuring smile. "However, before we dig ourselves back into paperwork again... Would you like me to make us some coffee or tea?".

Your face lit up at his request, "Of course! I'll help make the pizza whilst you make the hot drinks-". He clears his throat, "Ah- no. How about... We make both of them together? Will that be okay with you, honey?". Your cheeks slightly flushed as he said the word honey. "Wait, did you just call me honey?". You ask as your eyes widened in surprise. His eyes fill with worry, "is that not a nickname of your preference? If not, I understand...". You shake your head, "No, no! It's okay! I don't mind at all. I... Love how you say it, to be honest.". He chuckles and gives you a nod in return, "Alright then, I shall call you that by now, honey.". He then gestured you into the kitchen to prepare yourselves a midnight snack.

Hearing him say honey a second time made your heart go berserk. It sounded heart warming and sweet - it had a nice ring. Of course, it sounded much better than being called a stray.

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I was fortunate enough to be able to finish this writing last night. It's short but... I hoped you all liked it :)

Thanks to my friend and best beta reader/grammar checker happiesttbearr for helping me out on spell check!

Love y'all Crumpets!

- Azulaoi💙