#Xanthus sakuverse

[aestheticpearl]

when you call them ‘baby girl’

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: i just know y’all have been waiting so patiently for another text fic

.love always <3 pearl

.text masterlist

[peppymintdreams]

How would they React to you stealing their hoodie

Luca

Luca would blush furiously and stammer, torn between wanting to ask for it back and secretly loving how adorable you looked in it.

Isaac

Isaac would smirk possessively, pulling you closer and murmuring, "If you're going to steal it, you'd better wear it where only I can see you."

Andrew

Andrew would smirk knowingly, “You look better in it than I do but don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Elias

Elias would smirk, leaning in and teasing, "You look good in my hoodie, but don't get too comfortable—I'm definitely taking it back... eventually."

Xanthus

Xanthus would grin slyly and murmur, "If you wanted to wear my scent, Love, all you had to do was ask."

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[claiestve]

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well hello pickle

[zsakuva]

Top 3 freakiest characters🔥

Xanthus, Zaros, and Luca.

[belladonnadawn]

That one confrontation episode:

(He actually didn't do it tho) 😭

[c-t-r-l14]

I saw this on Pinterest and immediately thought of Xanthus.

Meet his love, Zara.

Xanthus and Zara….that got a helluva nice ring to it!

[literary-motif]

How Are You Feeling?

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

warnings: references to depression

“Are you feeling alright?” Xanthus asked, putting down his book. The frown on his face was starkly apparent, even from your place curled up on the windowsill on the other end of the room. “The bond— you’re—”

“Fine, love,” you muttered, not turning around to look at him. Autumn leaves were swirling down the trees outside, fog creeping up to the edge of Dontis’ property. “A little melancholy, that’s all.”

He did not believe you, feeling a sharp sting of aching coming from your side of the bond. “My love, you can talk to me anytime.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

[skrunklebink]

Me 🤝 drawing saku boys with long hair

Lil Xanthus doodle because I miss him

[baked-mango]

This is them drawn from my memory only

And my pookie bookie bear

I FEEL LIKE THEY'RE KINDA CLOSE

slayed

[puxaagam]

I'm gonna explode so here are some sketches i made of Xanthus and Dontis, and love too (my Xanthus' listener) 💪 her name is Dahlia. Maybe one day I'll post all the drawings I've made of her over the past 2 years of her existence

[aestheticpearl]

asking them for a kiss

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff, suggestive

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: i did steal your meme kieran cause it actually cracked me up and i just had to use it lol

.love always <3 pearl

.texts masterlist

[peppymintdreams]

Midnight Whispers

Xanthus Claiborne x Love

The room was silent except for the faint sound of Love’s steady breathing. They were curled up under the thick blankets of their bed, their hair mussed and their expression soft with the vulnerability of sleep. Moonlight filtered through the window, bathing them in a pale, ethereal glow.

Xanthus stood at the edge of the bed, watching them with an intensity only he could carry. His lips quirked upward into a faint smile, one reserved for moments like this—when the world felt still, and Love was close enough to reach for.

Sleep eluded him, as it always did. The hours of the night stretched on endlessly, but tonight, he didn’t mind. Not when he could spend them like this, marveling at the quiet beauty of the person who had somehow found their way into his life.

He leaned down, his movements so careful they barely disturbed the air. Gently, he brushed a kiss to their temple.

“Love,” he murmured against their skin, his voice a low, velvet hum.

They stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently, but didn’t wake. He chuckled softly, his lips curving against their cheek before trailing to the corner of their mouth.

“Wake up, darling,” he whispered, the words a tender caress.

Love’s eyes fluttered open, their sleepy gaze meeting his. For a moment, they seemed disoriented, caught between the remnants of a dream and the reality of Xanthus leaning over them, his face so close to theirs.

“Xanthus?” they murmured, their voice thick with sleep.

He smiled fully now, brushing another kiss to their forehead. “Good morning,” he said softly, even though the clock still read a time closer to midnight.

Love groaned, burying their face in the pillow. “It’s not morning,” they protested weakly.

“It is somewhere,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement. His hand found theirs under the blankets, his thumb tracing gentle circles against their skin. “I couldn’t resist. You look too peaceful for your own good.”

They peeked at him through one half-open eye, their lips twitching into a faint smile. “You woke me up for that?”

Xanthus feigned an innocent expression. “Woke you up? I was simply admiring you.”

Their laughter was soft, and they tugged him closer, their fingers brushing against his cheek. “You’re impossible,” they whispered, but the affection in their tone betrayed the words.

“And yet, you adore me,” he countered, pressing a final kiss to their lips—this one lingering, a promise wrapped in warmth.

Love sighed into the kiss, their arms looping around his neck as they pulled him down beside them. “Next time, just join me instead of staring like some lovesick ghost,” they mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.

Xanthus laughed quietly, letting their words wash over him. He settled beside them, content to hold them close and let the hours pass in their shared warmth. For someone who never slept, these moments were more than enough.

[claiestve]

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well… well okay LUCA HAS BEEN ADDED

[zsakuva]

who are the top three to show the most PDA, and who would not like to show as much ( as in be shy to show any in public)

Probably...

Top three:

Elias

Kayson

Xanthus

Bottom three:

Niall

Isaac

Andrew

[belladonnadawn]

Happy Halloween!

Spending Halloween with Sakuverse men (Ft. Dontis, Kayson Mayer, Isaac Rhoades, Xanthus Claiborne, Andrew Marston, and Elias) Happy Halloween!

Dontis

Descending down the stairs, his black cape trailed softly. Along with his attire is a poet blouse and black slacks. To top it off, he wore fake plastic fangs. He was very proud of his chosen costume. Incredibly proud.

"What the fuck?" Xanthus looked at him up and down, recognizing his costume.

"What? Did you not like my costume?" Dontis grinned, posing for him.

"No, take it off." Xanthus replied sternly, crossing his arms as he continued to glare at him.

Dontis only smirked, enjoying the irritation in his face. "Straight to the point, I like it." His grin widened at his scoff and eye roll.

Xanthus held back a groan from his teasing, "You know what, just go. Your hunter needs you more than we do."

"Don't miss me!" Dontis chuckled as he heads towards the door.

New Orleans is as lively as ever, the streets were filled with people in costumes, decorations from different establishments, and confetti littered the floor. He made his way through the crowd, greeting "trick or treat" with a smile to others as he passed by. As he arrived at the destination, he made a beeline towards you.

"Happy Halloween!" Dontis greeted with a wide smile.

"Happy Halloween," You replied, raising a drink to him. It felt strange. The man– incubus– that you tied to your basement is now beside you, celebrating a holiday. It was a sudden twist of fate, but you wouldn't have it the other way.

"I'm glad you decided to celebrate this with me," His gaze soft as he turned to you.

You gave him a nod, not wanting to show how flustered and charmed you are towards him, but you know that he can see through you. "I should be the one thankful. I'm sure that you have plenty of ways to spend this occasion."

A hearty laugh escaped his lips, "Please, you're on top of my list when it comes to these occasions. I can't set you aside, especially when you made an effort to dress like a pirate."

You rolled your eyes, "It's nothing. I just put on whatever I can."

"Still, I appreciate your effort." Dontis spoke, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. Holding his hand out, he looked at you with his charming gaze, "So, are you ready to go trick and treating?"

Kayson Mayer

"Babe, a little help please?" You called him out as you tried to reach the highest point of the wall so you can decorate it. Since it's Halloween, decorating the house became your hobbies whenever you both have spare time.

"Babe?" Your brows furrowed, it never took that long for Kayson to answer to your calls. With a sigh, you put the banner down to find Kayson yourself.

"Kayson, where are you?" You continued to call out.

As you arrived upstairs, you made a beeline to your shared room. Opening the door, you're welcomed with darkness, except for the faint light in the corner of the room.

"Kay—"

"My angel of music has arrived!" He exclaimed, raising the lantern that was hidden on his cape to his face, revealing a white mask that covered his face.

"Alright, Erik. Now let's go back to decorating or a disaster beyond your imagination will occur."

You turned the light on, causing him to let out a small 'aww'. A chuckle escaped your lips as you realized that he's only wearing the cape and the mask as his costume. No wonder why the lights are off.

"I was feeling it." He sighed.

"I can see that."

Kayson put the lamp down and removed the mask and the cape. "Did you like my costume?" He eagerly asked with a smile on his face.

"No."

His smile fell.

"I loved it."

Kayson grinned at your answer, "I knew it. I'm so excited to wear the full costume and give out candies!" He beamed.

"We will, but first, let's finish decorating. Okay?"

He nodded, kissing your cheek. "This is gonna be one of the best Halloween ever. I'll make sure of that, my angel of music."

Isaac Rhoades

Occasions like these are something that Isaac never bothered with. He lived like an island, isolated from others for his job and safety. Isaac only spent those holidays with himself and his job, he knew that these occasions does not stop other people from doing whatever what they want to others.

But now, he found himself focused in front of the pumpkin, not minding the mess from the carving.

"No peeking," Isaac caught your eyes towards his carvings.

"I wasn't." Returning to your work with a small huff as he caught you. It was your suggestion to have a little pumpkin carving competition with Isaac and you're glad he agreed.

You searched for the face your should do for the pumpkin, settling on the one where they have cresent eyes, triangular nose, and sharp grin. It was nerve-wracking since it's your first, but there's no way you're backing out.

As you secretly glanced at him, you can't help but wonder what his design was. Isaac looked relaxed as he continued to carve; from time to time he'd look at his phone for reference, then he'll continue his carving. You silently admired him, the way he's so concentrated towards his work stirred something in you.

"Tadaaa!" You presented the carved pumpkin in front of him with pride. There may be some rough edges, but the pumpkin looked better than you expected.

Isaac nodded at the reveal, "That's very good."

"Really? Are you conceding?"

"Not quite," Isaac finally presented his pumpkin. It had horn-like eyes, triangular nose, and stitches as a grin. It looked horrifying.

You stared at it for a while, speechless at his skill and the neatness of his design. Against your pride, you admit that he won the competition.

"Is this good?" Isaac asked. You don't know if he's boasting or he's genuinely asking.

"Good? That's scary."

Isaac chuckled, "So I won?"

You nodded, "I'm not even mad that you did."

He walked towards you, cupping your cheeks, "At least yours are still good. I like it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Maybe next year I'll beat you."

Isaac smiled, heart melting at the thought of another year with you, "Yes, maybe next year."

Xanthus Claiborne

"This recipe is passed down through generations."

"I believe you," You replied as you began preparing the ingredients.

To celebrate the Halloween, you both decided to bake some spooky themed cookies. The idea was exciting, especially when it's something that you wanted to try with him. Checking all the ingredients, you were now ready to bake with him.

Xanthus was hands on– very hands on. He'll guide your hand as you bake, teaching you how to do it just like what the recipe says. You didn't mind his clingy behavior towards you. In fact, you found his excuses to touch you hilarious.

"That smells delicious. I think you're a professional, love," He praised as you continued to mix the batter.

"It was your recipe. No wonder why it was passed down through generations."

As you finished, you gently put the batter on the tray on its mold. Xanthus helped preheat the oven, making sure it's on the right temperature. Finally, both of you popped the tray in the oven, waiting for it to cook.

You head snapped towards the oven as you heard the soft ring. Wearing your kitchen gloves, you opened the oven, grabbing the tray where the cookies are. "They look delicious," Excitement is evident in your voice as you placed the tray on the counter.

"Careful, love. You need to cool it down a bit before we decorate it."

You nodded, fanning the tray with your hands. After it cooled down, Xanthus brought the frosting as you both began decorating the cookies.

"I knew it, it's so delicious," You sighed in satisfaction as you took a bite of the cookies you both made.

"Not as delicious as you," He winked, kissing your cheek, causing your cheeks to heat up at the gesture. "This is the best Halloween ever," Xanthus added.

"Why?" You turned to him with brows furrowed.

"Because I get to spend it with you."

Andrew Marston

"I think that's all of it," He smiled as he poured all the candies to the jack-o-lantern container.

You let out a sigh of relief, ticking one task off the to do list. You and Andrew decided to celebrate Halloween by having a movie night with all the classic scary movies you can find. So far, the preparation is going as smooth as ever.

Andrew helped you prepare the snacks. Once you both finished, you flopped down the couch, letting his arms wrap around you as the movie began to play.

"I wonder what costumes we're going to see later," He hummed, tracing soft circles on your skin, eyes focused on the film.

"I'm so excited, I'm sure they're all adorable."

"Or scary."

You gasped as an idea came to your mind, "Maybe we should dress up next Halloween."

Andrew smiled, open to that thought, "Any characters you want?"

"Maybe we can try being the sun and moon? Angel and devil? Or thing 1 and thing 2!"

Andrew let out a chuckle at your enthusiasm, "Seems like you already have a list."

"I do and I'm very excited to try it with you."

"So am I," He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips as he looked forward to another Halloween with you.

Elias

"I wish I was Dr. Doom," Elias sighed as he came out with a green plaid polo and green pants.

"You lost the game, it's all fair." You spoke, taking off the mask to properly look at him. "Now slowly turn around for me," You chuckled as you began filming him.

Elias slowly turned around, showing off his costume, "Thank god you didn't ask for a wig."

A gasp escaped your lips, "Oh my god, maybe we should get one!" You teased, trying to rile him up further. As his face contorted into horror, you can't help but laugh harder.

"No way! It wasn't part of the deal. You said dress– just dress! No wig or whatsoever," Elias protested.

"I know," You stopped the recording, walking towards him. "You're the most handsome Isabelle I've ever seen," A soft smile plastered on your lips as you pinched his cheek.

"Really?" He muttered, still wearing his small pout.

"Uh huh."

He finally smiled, holding your hips, "I'll be Isabelle as long as you're Dr. Doom."

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[c-t-r-l14]

The way this is literally just Xanthus